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ea2d">Gliding flower to flower The nectar of real life And They, our bodhisattvas, find the light within have stumbled upwards in tunnels dark to embrace madness as art and sanity in the unending dream.</p><p id="8b16">It is They, our bridges to tomorrow that leads us onward to the stars. Those, built from time and loss And it is They, who heal the sick now and snicker at death, those who spent machine nights in hospital beds understand now life at its purest and those whose ring finger sit barren now grasp the meaning of impermanence.</p><p id="4627">It is They, who have fallen know now samsara and rebirth for only through death can we truly embrace life the lotus and the creation and ask the question:</p><p id="5c40"><i>What then is it?</i></p><p id="351e">The spiral, the fluctuations, vortices that endlessly deceive those who’ve embraced timelessness now understand the finite And it is They, whose eyes open understand eagle suns, and crow midnights.</p><p id="6065" type="7">They have become the supernovaes seeding worlds with words, truth, and love</p><p id="fa49">They, who’s shown me kindness have awakened me heart and mind, and consciousness — the way back to grace. Happiness now a reality, a single formless entity. I have become the Me The song of life they sing to me, They will always sing to me As I to them</p><p id="4584" type="7">Awake, Awake, Dreaming Awake to feel nirvana in a moment truth in nothingness</p><p id="356a">Awake! For it

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is the only way to sleep.</p><p id="0050">© <a href="undefined">Bradley J Nordell</a> 2020</p><p id="c52e"><i>The poem was inspired by reading the Lankavatara Sutra and works by Thich Nhat Hanh. The first stanza alludes to Nietzsche’s “Three Metamorphoses to life.”</i></p><p id="5974">If you enjoyed reading this story, you might also like to read:</p><div id="1bef" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/midnight-half-7a5201523d3f"> <div> <div> <h2>Midnight Half</h2> <div><h3>A poem about a writer’s endless dreams</h3></div> <div><p>medium.com</p></div> </div> <div> <div style="background-image: url(https://miro.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:320/0*R5nIIKLBVoV5hNGA)"></div> </div> </div> </a> </div><div id="c2f5" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/messages-from-the-lighthouse-c6d56dd86333"> <div> <div> <h2>Messages from the Lighthouse</h2> <div><h3>A poem about the importance of one’s inner light</h3></div> <div><p>medium.com</p></div> </div> <div> <div style="background-image: url(https://miro.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:320/0*QX-404vf59WNqLzy)"></div> </div> </div> </a> </div></article></body>

A poem about the inner strength of people

Those who understand the true beauty of life have gone through the greatest of suffering. They have gone from the camel to the lion, and from the lion, they hath slain the dragon they hath slain, “Thou shalt.” But through the journey of self-discovery they lived more than they died. And as they danced upon moon dust discovering their truth in tears and when to broken to mend

They transformed, from the caterpillar to the butterfly.

’Tis They, who walk on water now, once carried boulders in their hearts and drown in shark-infested seas. They, who’ve been silenced, now cry out with a thousand voices steady and They, who roamed lost in forests of turmoil now see refuge in kindness and warmth.

They who have been trampled on now walk with peace in each step As if the world were sleeping children And fragile eggs ready to hatch They, who were thrown into chaos Of turbulent addled minds understand the art of mindfulness And peace in a bee’s flight.

Gliding flower to flower The nectar of real life And They, our bodhisattvas, find the light within have stumbled upwards in tunnels dark to embrace madness as art and sanity in the unending dream.

It is They, our bridges to tomorrow that leads us onward to the stars. Those, built from time and loss And it is They, who heal the sick now and snicker at death, those who spent machine nights in hospital beds understand now life at its purest and those whose ring finger sit barren now grasp the meaning of impermanence.

It is They, who have fallen know now samsara and rebirth for only through death can we truly embrace life the lotus and the creation and ask the question:

What then is it?

The spiral, the fluctuations, vortices that endlessly deceive those who’ve embraced timelessness now understand the finite And it is They, whose eyes open understand eagle suns, and crow midnights.

They have become the supernovaes seeding worlds with words, truth, and love

They, who’s shown me kindness have awakened me heart and mind, and consciousness — the way back to grace. Happiness now a reality, a single formless entity. I have become the Me The song of life they sing to me, They will always sing to me As I to them

Awake, Awake, Dreaming Awake to feel nirvana in a moment truth in nothingness

Awake! For it is the only way to sleep.

The poem was inspired by reading the Lankavatara Sutra and works by Thich Nhat Hanh. The first stanza alludes to Nietzsche’s “Three Metamorphoses to life.”

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