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The Things I Missed

During all my hurried chase for wealth,

I sacrificed my youth and spoiled my health.

Two young lovers sharing a kiss…

Just one of the many things I missed.

 

So many things yet to do, so much I want to say.

The mirror reflects my wrinkled face, and hair turned whitish-grey.

I don’t remember smelling land after a cleansing rain

Or offering soothing words of comfort to those suffering alone in pain.

 

Did I notice children’s faces looking skyward in delight

As they held on tightly to their multi-colored kites?

Did I collect a seashell from a white beach sand,

And did I get to travel to a distant land?

 

Did I pluck daisy petals or ever smell a rose

Or even try to ice skate after the lakes all froze?

There’s so many things I could add to my lengthy lists,

Containing all the many things I apparently missed.

 

My race is run, my fortune won —

A hollow victory it would seem

For I missed out on simple things,

It is time I can’t redeem.

 

Of my own choice, I rolled the dice

To pursue my wealth

And paid the price.

In the quest, I lost the best when I lost my health.

 

Recording my sad litany

Reveals a truth which I cannot hide:

For though I have wealth, I’ll die a pauper’s death

With all  my music still inside!

 

Just a reminder to remember to raise your awareness to your experiences – each and every day.

God’s blessings upon your journey!

Levels

This poem comes from Autumn Leaves:

 

Speak diligently, strive hard

Seeking to find

Higher truths, awareness levels…

Always use your mind.

 

First level, fresh mind,

Everything new, white as chalk.

Learned to speak, began to think,

Slowly learned to walk.

 

Second Level, awkward years,

Body strong, learning right from wrong.

Having fun, wild free years,

Lackadaisical attitude, trying to belong.

 

Third Level, maturity, responsibilities,

Striving to fulfill our dreams,

Different places, varied faces,

Drowning in waterless streams.

 

Fourth Level, yearning yet stable,

Successful, empty, desire burning.

Appreciation of art, beauty, humanity,

Thoughts always churning.

 

Fifth Level, consciousness abides.

A foreboding feeling,

Something surely missing,

Emptiness, realization stealing.

 

Sixth Level, words like stone,

Deep impressions stand alone.

A deep, soft voice says, “Welcome,”

Chill inside my bones.

 

Seventh Level, deep voice, all-wise,

Henceforth and upwards is paradise,

Length, depth and breadth,

Measured with cubic rod.

 

Speak with praise forevermore,

Wrapped in Love,

Praise His Holy name for

You now speak with GOD!

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