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Grief & Healing Coexistence

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BY GLORIA O’KOYE

Pain is pain

Grief is Grief…

At the end 

The grave does not discriminate 

 

How come people talk

As if death can be cheated 

When it is time to leave this earthly space

 

Loved ones will still mourn and bury a hollow shell the same way…. 

 

Even though it hurts to see anguished families

This cycle will not break

 

Teachings and gatherings 

To come up with ways to ease the pain

But,

To heal is to grieve 

And,

To grieve is to heal

 

The feeling of lost seems absolute

But it is only a lesson.

To love every moment 

And not take anything for granted.

 

However stubborn minds will not value 

What they had once have

Until it’s gone,

Out of their grasp,

With only dreams of 

How precious each second they had 

 

There are different types of grief 

And reasons like the stars in the sky, 

And the grains of sand

Scars may fade but still remain

If only it could be viewed like shattered reflections 

Each piece is a reminder of the power stories 

Each teachable moment it gave.

 

For things that would not matter 

In a few years 

It should be gifted with grace. 

For things that could lead up to regrets 

Find reconciliation 

Unless it is choice to wander lifetimes 

To make amends 

With loved ones beyond the grave

 

Don’t rush to grow up 

Don’t push others away

To isolate

When grieving in a communal space 

The burden will eventually ease up

 

Never alone

Enjoy life while 

A temporary body 

Can still praise 

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Meaning of Life

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BY GLORIA O’KOYE

Religions warned without faith

In a God, or countless Gods and Goddesses

Would mean an unfulfilling life.

Texts adorned with precious and humble ores

Wrapped in myrrh and olive oil

Filled up the spaces of doubt and restlessness.

Caution a meaningless life

Without something to believe in.

 

To have a purpose is a lifelong

Prescription to perfumes and cosmetic

Treatments.

Filled with spices like aloe and cassia

Represent resurrection,

Life bringing,

Purposes differ like fingerprints and snowflakes.

Not one is the exact same,

Only advice and blueprints will guide

But there is no such thing as a solid solution.

 

The meaning of life is unique to each one’s journey.

No need to brag, or put down,

Trading places is more common like

The fields of dandelions

Taking over the vast plains,

A river that breaks into streams

But eventually meet the mighty ocean

Of life

The same way.

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Everlasting Flames-to be Submitted

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BY GLORIA O’KOYE

Passion being fulfilled

Is like cottonwood fluff burning evenly

Across the land.

 

Not being caught up by any unnecessary

Distractions.

No need to set off forest fires

That don’t need to be provoked,

If there were no blessings

And ceremonies that are ancestral

Wisdom led.

 

Knowing that achievements stack up

Internal minds

Is refreshing to quench the thirst of

Success, like an oasis within a desert.

 

It is a breath of fresh air to the spirit

When all was given so the fruits are

Real,

Unlike wishful thinking without

Determination shown in actions

Is like praying while walking through

Scorching sands.

 

Not distinguishing which water of life

Are mirages

Tempting for a taste,

Deceiving any visions.

 

Even divine messages are lost

If a heart

Stubborn as boulders

Does not listen to the intuitions

Cautioning with series of

Discernments.

A open minded being

Will have doors open.

A humble being that knows their worth

Will succeed without burning any bridges.

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Trust In Silence

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BY GLORIA O’KOYE

When was the last time

that you sat in silence?

Where every detailed sound

From the whistling wind,

Talking trees,

Busy traffic made of streams,

Tingled the ear drums

Away from manmade machines.

 

When was the last time

Embracing nature gifts

was of great importance?

Spilling secrets

No human mind would comprehend,

Only the wisest ancients

Found deep in the Earth’s crust

Would tell nothing,

No one,

A type of loyalty that no fame and money

Would make it

Turn into a sellout.

 

When was the last interaction

Between skin and sand

Had the body had time to heal itself.

Transferring tensions into the ground

Balancing unwanted weight

Into Mother Nature’s arms.

 

When was the last time

Natural medicinal plants and food

Was replenishing

Detoxing clogged up organs.

Instead of destroying natural remedies,

And claim cures by injecting the body

Will more poison.

 

Relying on money hungry policies.

Bylaws instigating destruction.

When was the last time

Silence was allowed to answer

Mind boggling questions.

Allow silence to discern

To caution on everything around

Only silence will speak the loudest!

Trust in silence.

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