grace
I composed this poem when I was making efforts to know who I am.
INVINCIBLE YOU
You need not be a committee member
To awaken people from their slumber
Your deeds, your actions play the role
To churn the feelings in a soul.
Wait not for praise nor fame
Alas it’s not worth the game
Just live your life a good one too
Let people see what you do
It spreads like fire just you wait
When it happens you feel great!
Live the word of divine life
There’s joy in struggle and in strife.
People watch the way you live
They feel happy when you give
You are the drop that makes the ocean
Keeping the world ever in motion
Society never consults you
Making rules that suit a few
Take the wand in your hand
And create for you a happy land
Worry not what people say
Please yourself in every way
Let not the world order you
To be happy is your due
You play your role as good as you can
Spreading kindness in your lifespan
Do your bit and do it well
Let your actions cast the spell!
And when the day comes to part
You can say it from your heart
I have been fair, truthful and kind.
A better world I’ve left behind.
-
Have you discovered yourself?
-
Yes
-
No
-
Yes, I am often confused. I see connections as clear as the day, but I still doubt them, and confuse the issue. I do not know which self I am at times.
Like today, in the Supermarket, my trolley over-toppled somehow, as it was not steady on its wheels.
The packet of eggs fell out, not far, but onto the floor. One egg was cracked very slightly.
I was annoyed that the trolley was so wonky, and upset with the supermarket, blaming them, so I just went to the fridge, and I got a new carton of eggs, putting the other one back in there, for someone else to take.
A bad/low act really.
Anyway, when I got home, my wife got the carton of eggs, in one hand, while trying to open the door of the fridge, with the other hand, the tray was turned on a slight angle, and one egg fell out, and it smashed completely onto the floor.
Instant karma, I thought. That makes up for the cracked egg that I cracked slightly in the shop.
But, then confusion/doubt jumps in.
Yeh, sure, karma, do I really believe in that stuff, or not?
Who knows for sure, and it annoys me when I remain confused about the real truth of these things too.
A most wonderful and inspirational poem.
Have you discovered yourself Sandra? If you have, then nothing what others say about you matters.
Living alone me, myself, and I have become very good friends.
Thanks for reading. It is only when we are sure of who we are nothing what others say will affect us as that would sound alien and therefore immaterial.
I have done this many times too. It is very easy to do by mistake.
Great words of wisdom are written in your poem. Well done, nicely worded and put together!
When it’s all said and done, you want you to be you, to be you!
We really must try to be our real self, and to know who we are, and who we are not too.
I am repeating it here as my comment has gone elsewhere
Thanks for reading. It is only when we are sure of who we are nothing what others say will affect us as that would sound alien and therefore immaterial.
Thanks, that’s a perceptive remark.
That’s a hard thing to see, at first, but I think you are right there.
When we are sure of who we are, nothing can disturb us from that position anymore.
In the reverse, we can only be disturbed by other’s comments about us, when we are unsure of who we are, right then and now.
It is a good thing to remember, because, if we feel disturbed by someone’s remarks, for sure, we are still struggling with our owning, of our real self.
It is rare that someone will offer constructive criticism and there again if we know who we are we sure know it is constructive and we accept it.
That’s also a very perceptive comment. I agree with you there too.
Have you had any experiences where you were confused?
It seems like I did what you did before, and posted this in the wrong reply box.
Here goes again:
Yes, I am often confused. I see connections as clear as the day, but I still doubt them, and confuse the issue. I do not know which self I am at times.
Like today, in the Supermarket, my trolley over-toppled somehow, as it was not steady on its wheels.
The packet of eggs fell out, not far, but onto the floor. One egg was cracked very slightly.
I was annoyed that the trolley was so wonky, and upset with the supermarket, blaming them, so I just went to the fridge, and I got a new carton of eggs, putting the other one back in there, for someone else to take.
A bad/low act really.
Anyway, when I got home, my wife got the carton of eggs, in one hand, while trying to open the door of the fridge, with the other hand, the tray was turned on a slight angle, and one egg fell out, and it smashed completely onto the floor.
Instant karma, I thought. That makes up for the cracked egg that I cracked slightly in the shop.
But, then confusion/doubt jumps in.
Yeh, sure, karma, do I really believe in that stuff, or not?
Who knows for sure, and it annoys me when I remain confused about the real truth of these things too.
Interesting read indeed. Not fair to straight away say it is karma. If karma punished every one why have courts? (lol) But cannot blame you as it seems clear as crystal (lol)
My real self was telling me off for putting the eggs back into the fridge, and that’s why I felt guilty about my doing of that, and why I felt punished “karmaed” upon, when that coincidentally happened with my wife.
Our real self is our conscience, or our good, or God part, of us, I expect.
The part of us that wouldn’t hurt a fly, and always wants us to do the good, and the right thing, at all times.
Yeh, it did seem crystal clear, as soon as it happened with my wife, the connection hit me over the head, before the egg hit the floor …lol…
It is the faulty trolley that did it and not you. That you still felt bad is a good sign and in some way you felt satisfied when that egg crashed on the ground.