short poems

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God tells me

That He treasures

My happy heart’s

Gratitude-blossoms.

Gratitude

Never takes anything

For granted,

But ingratitude does.

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Those who can live without love

Are not ready

For the world of aspiration.

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The Soulful

Morning smile

Is a treasure

Of the mind

And heart alike.

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In the morning

Heaven descends

In all its glory

To become

The rising sun.

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What is this mind?

Who is hearing these sounds?

Do not mistake any state for

Self-realization, but continue

To ask yourself even more intensely,

What is it that hears?