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Just a little thought for today, as we get busier day by day, the wall gets taller and taller brick by brick and clay by clay. Have a great Thursday everyone!! If a rose could whisper in your ear, Amidst your hustle, it would draw near. "Pause for a moment, take a breath, In chasing time, don't forget life's depth." To the professionals who rush and strive, Who measure worth by tasks and drive, The rose would say, "In every bloom, There lies a peace that clears the gloom." "Your inbox fills, your deadlines call, But don't let work consume your all. For in the petals, soft and red, Lies beauty more than what's in your head." It would remind you of the sky so wide, The simple joys you’ve set aside. "Success," it’d murmur, "is not the key, When you neglect the soul to be free." "Take time to feel the morning dew, The sun that gently kisses you. For in your work, there's purpose true, But life, dear friend, still waits for you." So if the rose could talk today, It'd teach you how to work and play, To balance both, to bloom and grow, With roots deep down, and a peaceful flow. #IfRosesCouldSpeak #VoiceOfTheRose #PetalsOfPoetry #WhisperingRoses #RosePetalTales #BloomingWords #RoseInBloom #SilentPetals #NatureSpeaks #FloralWhispers #RoseAndPoetry #RoseWisdom #PetalWhispers #RoseOfThoughts #PoetryInBloom

Poem by Maya Angelou 🌲 When Great Trees Fall When great trees fall, rocks on distant hills shudder, lions hunker down in tall grasses, and even elephants lumber after safety. When great trees fall in forests, small things recoil into silence, their senses eroded beyond fear. When great souls die, the air around us becomes light, rare, sterile. We breathe, briefly. Our eyes, briefly, see with a hurtful clarity. Our memory, suddenly sharpened, examines, gnaws on kind words unsaid, promised walks never taken. Great souls die and our reality, bound to them, takes leave of us. Our souls, dependent upon their nurture, now shrink, wizened. Our minds, formed and informed by their radiance, fall away. We are not so much maddened as reduced to the unutterable ignorance of dark, cold caves. And when great souls die, after a period peace blooms, slowly and always irregularly. Spaces fill with a kind of soothing electric vibration. Our senses, restored, never to be the same, whisper to us. They existed. They existed. We can be. Be and be better. For they existed. #reflection #poetry #poet #poem #trees #death #grief #mayaangelou #soul #silence #mortality #deathanddying #deatheducation #aarp #seniorspecialist #seniorcommunity #over55community #55community #seniors

Have you ever paused to consider the magic that surrounds us in everyday life? Let's unfold this magic with this beautiful thought! "Exploring the Magic in Everyday Life: Inspired by W.B. Yeats"💫✨️ William Butler Yeats, renowned poet and playwright, once remarked, "The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper." This profound statement captures the essence of Yeats' fascination with the mystical and the unseen. Through his poetry, Yeats invites us to look beyond the mundane and embrace the enchantment that surrounds us. Yeats, a key figure of the Irish literary revival, often delved into themes of mythology, spirituality, and the supernatural. His works, such as "The Tower" and "The Wild Swans at Coole," resonate with imagery that transcends the ordinary, drawing readers into a realm where reality intertwines with imagination. In interpreting Yeats' words, one might consider how our perception shapes our experience of the world. By cultivating a keen awareness, we can uncover hidden beauty in the simplest of moments — the dance of sunlight through leaves, the whisper of wind across fields, or the fleeting glance of a stranger that sparks a connection. Moreover, Yeats encourages us to nurture our senses — to see more deeply, listen more intently, and feel more profoundly. In doing so, we may discover that what appears ordinary at first glance holds layers of meaning and significance. The world becomes a canvas painted with hues of wonder, where every encounter, every experience, becomes imbued with a touch of magic. Ultimately, Yeats' quote serves as a reminder to embrace curiosity and cultivate a sense of wonder in our daily lives. It prompts us to approach each day with fresh eyes and an open heart, ready to uncover the magic that awaits when we choose to see beyond the surface. Share your thoughts 💭 on this article! If you resonates, please ♻️ repost in your network and follow 🔔 Rachanaa Sharrma for more posts. #EverydayMagic #SharpenYourSenses #InspiredByYeats #FindTheWonder #SeeTheMagic #PoetryInLife #LinkedIn

#Title: Silent Whispers There’s no one like that, to whom my heart can whisper true, Words linger in the silence, emotions just passing through. Like moonlight’s tender glow, memories softly stay, Eyes that search the distance, then quietly look away. At every turn, I seek a smile that’s rare, In each heartbeat, a hidden longing flares. Whispers of my soul, unheard and softly bound, In the heart’s deep chambers, a quiet ache is found. There’s no one like that, to whom I can confide, In my solitary journey, emotions quietly reside. In the heart’s winding paths, secrets gently hide, With each beat, old memories softly collide. In dreams’ vivid hues, a cherished scene is laid, Every corner of my heart, in soft colors is arrayed. Yet there’s no one like that, to hear what I can’t say, My heart’s quiet murmurs, tucked silently away. Walking with my thoughts, shadows by my side, In the stillness of night, emotions quietly bide. No one understands the whispers I hold tight, My heart’s silent stories, concealed in the night. So I'll keep my secrets, deep within my chest, Hoping one day, they'll find a place to rest. By Naila Rais Sharing a piece of my heart with you all today. This poem, "Silent Whispers," captures the essence of unspoken emotions and the quiet journey of our inner thoughts. Sometimes, the most profound feelings remain hidden, waiting for the right moment to be understood. I hope these words resonate with you and bring a sense of connection to those silent whispers we all carry within us. #Poetry #Emotions #InnerThoughts #CreativeWriting #NailaRais

The poem, Strength Within, speaks directly to those who’ve faced life’s toughest moments alone, finding strength within when no one else was there to lean on. It’s a gentle reminder that pushing through the hard days, even without support, takes a rare kind of courage. By recognizing the resilience it takes to keep going solo, the poem affirms that these silent victories deserve celebration. It’s a tribute to everyone who’s held themselves up, even when the world felt heavy, encouraging them to see their own worth and inner power. - #Martone #30DaysofPoetry #StrengthWithin | #InnerPower #SelfBelief | #QuietCourage #Resilience | #StandStrong #KeepGoing | #SelfSupport #UnseenVictories | #PowerOfOne #SoloJourney | #BelieveInYou #SilentStrength | #InnerFire #RiseUpAlone | #PatOnTheBack

Happy Birthday to Palestinian-American poet, Naomi Shihab Nye, whose wise kindness is an inspiration on the page & off 🙏🏼✨ Kindness Before you know what kindness really is you must lose things, feel the future dissolve in a moment like salt in a weakened broth. What you held in your hand, what you counted and carefully saved, all this must go so you know how desolate the landscape can be between the regions of kindness. How you ride and ride thinking the bus will never stop, the passengers eating maize and chicken will stare out the window forever. Before you learn the tender gravity of kindness you must travel where the Indian in a white poncho lies dead by the side of the road. You must see how this could be you, how he too was someone who journeyed through the night with plans and the simple breath that kept him alive. Before you know kindness as the deepest thing inside, you must know sorrow as the other deepest thing. You must wake up with sorrow. You must speak to it till your voice catches the thread of all sorrows and you see the size of the cloth. Then it is only kindness that makes sense anymore, only kindness that ties your shoes and sends you out into the day to gaze at bread, only kindness that raises its head from the crowd of the world to say It is I you have been looking for, and then goes with you everywhere like a shadow or a friend. https://lnkd.in/erb8zNBs #palestine #poetry #inspirationalquotes

The Difference We Make By Don Iannone Our actions drift in the wide, open sea, a part of us seen, a part unknown, like the iceberg that gleams above the waves, revealing only the smallest part of itself, the rest submerged, stretching far beneath. What we give, what we say, are but hints on the surface, tiny pieces of the whole, our intentions floating visible in sunlight while beneath, the depth remains. We imagine the reach of our words, our kindness, yet so much lies unspoken, unnoticed, ripples that run deep and wide, touching lives we may never see, places we will never go. A word here, a gesture there— they take on a life, slipping quietly below, expanding in the currents of others’ days, both intended and unintended, a silent language of connection. And so we move through our lives, each day a new chance to dive beneath, to venture into understanding, to feel for the hidden weight others bear, the unseen mass beneath their calm faces, to open our hearts and our hands. What difference can be made today, what new shape our iceberg might take, melting into warmth, softening edges, or remaining strong, a shelter in cold waters. We may never know the full measure, yet still, we choose to leave something in the water, the trace of our presence, our care, a small piece of ourselves set free to drift beyond sight, touching lives, and changing the world beneath the waves. #poetry #poem #makingadifference #helpingothers

Daily rituals can breathe new life into old songs. Old dogs can learn new tricks. New dawns can heal old wounds. And poems, whether recommended, gifted or found... Can save, transform and ground. Courage calls us forward. Towards something new, Which often turns out to be The long-forgotten-old. However you begin your weekend, I hope it's full of wonder. Will ~ Image shows three books sitting on a 2024 calendar containing old images of Hong Kong, a bird feather and a lit thyme-scented candle, the books are 1/ wonderache - John Roedel (recommended) 2/ Saved by a poem - Kim Rosen (gifted) 3/ An ultra rare copy of Reliquiæ Volume One (found) - Corbel Stone Press The cover of Reliquiæ reads: I sing a little song, someone else's worn, little song, but I sing it as my own; my own dear, little song. ~ Reflection: I wonder if that's all we need out of life, to simply find our "own dear, little song." Though experience tells me, that the journey to finding of that song, is both incredibly hard, yet wonderfully rewarding. #poetry #courage #journey

𝐏𝐨𝐞𝐦: “𝐈𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐢𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬” 𝐛𝐲 𝐑𝐞𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐀𝐝𝐣𝐞𝐢 #TheSikamanTimes #poetryonsikamantimes #poems #poetry Read poem here: