Pinitik sa kasingkasing

Ang kasingkasing sentro sa kinabuhi sa usa ka tawo. Kun unsay anaa sa kasingkasing adunay dakong purohan nga mao usab kini mogawas sa baba sa usa ka tawo. Kun tensiyonado ang tawo kusog mopitik ang iyang kasingkasing, ug kun dunay suliran ang kasingkasing mahimong kini ang hinungdan nga mamatay ang tawo kun ang kasingkasing mohunong na sa pagpitik.

Sa kapaspas sa kinabuhi, usahay nahikalimot kita sa dakong bili sa paghinay aron makatugkad sa kamatuoran. Kanunay kitang naggukod pamasin nga makab-ot nato ang tinusbawan. Apan ang bugti niini mao man ang mga sakit ug usahay kapakyasan. Ang Dios dili masinati diha sa kapaspas ug pagdali dali. Ang Dios mahimong sination diha sa kahinay ug kalinaw.

Matud pa ning maong Balak:

Be Still My Soul

Don’t speak just yet.

Sink into this place.

Sit in your heart.

Close your eyes if you must,

Breathe in,

Breathe out,

Feel the beating of your heart. When the mind is quiet,

You will understand

That sweet, deep awareness

Opens the gates

To another kind of land.

There’s no way to

Hold peace

In the palm of your hand;

It’s a mind-body-spirit state

Where everything holds

Abundance and magic—

Even a tiny grain of sand.

Be still my soul.

Hear the winds speak, and

Watch how the leaves on the branches

Blow to and fro.

There can be

Thunder and rain,

Pleasure or pain,

But here you are still,

And that is enough.

Stop, look and listen:

See how wonderful it is.

But don’t think just yet.

For thoughts can be

Beautiful pathways,

But they can make you

Forget

The truth of your Self—

How you were born

Of your own star stuff.

Be still.

Look, and

Listen. Even a mind must rest To create its best.

So, do not worry,

Dear heart, head, and hands—

You will have your season

To work and to play,

And there is

Time enough for all,

Every single day.

There is time to make no plans. And what of the mysteries?

How to piece the puzzle together?

Must you always struggle

To know the unknown better? No, you must be sure.

The silence

You scurry away from

Is misunderstood.

It is not nothing;

It is everything,

Like the color white

Or the other side

Of the world,

At night. If you stop and see

What is here to see,

And if you listen only to what your ears hear,

You will feel your Self,

Dear Soul,

Melt into the moment, and

Peace will be near.

Even in the

Middle of the night,

The light of Life

Is right here.

In this space, always

This space, is

All you could ever hold dear.

Be still, old soul.

Feel yourself—

Alive—

Right here.

Stop waiting to

Start living;

Stop time, and

Be lived.

Hear the sweet melody of

Your stillness, and the

Music that it gives.

Tell me:

Which part of this poem did you need to read today?

Tell me in the comments. I read every single one, and I'd love to know!

With love,

Jen

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