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This poem is for those who know who they are.

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.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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  1. 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.

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  2. 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.

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    • 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.

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      • 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.

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      • 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.

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          • 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…

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