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My Own Life to Live

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Val enjoys writing prose in rhymes by always leaving a message of a life truism in each piece.

Introduction

Each year around my birthday I tend to make a little inventory of my life, and this December is not an exception. Thinking back over the decades, I am inclined to selectively sum up only the blessings that I have received -- which keeps the taste of life so sweet and addictive for more of all those good ingredients.

What regularly comes as impression is my insistence on making each and every chapter of my life story uniquely my own. So, when I say "my" life, it means a succession of results of my conscious choices -- not anyone else's book paraphrased and plagiarized.

The following three pieces of my prose in rhymes are telling more about it.


My Guitar, My Qigong, Meditation, Books, My Palette and Easel, My Many World Addresses and a Constant Love For Life -- All Too Much to Be Itemized.

My Guitar, My Qigong, Meditation, Books, My Palette and Easel, My Many World Addresses and a Constant Love For Life -- All Too Much to Be Itemized.

People have a problem with me being different, but that propels me forward in life.

-- Mary-Louise Parker

Loyal to My Uniqueness

I never had a need for a role model

imitations not being my cup of tea

got in habit of using my own noddle

for better or for worse as it may be.


Maintaining loyalty to my own mind

with reliance and always sensible trust

while making it more and more refined

for whatever I don't use is bound to rust.


Mental laziness is everywhere I may look

only one is thinking -- hundreds just copy

passionately reading an adventure book

but allowing their own lives to go sloppy.


They took from others what to think

and when it's time to laugh or to cry

no wonder they are ready for shrink

letting their unused brains go dry.


With "common sense", that silly umbrella

everyone so reluctant to be who they are

it's getting hard to see some genuine fella

with brains not bought at a garage bazaar.


Fingerprints ignored by all

as reminders of our unique self

not hearing that inner mysterious call

just another open book on crowded dusty shelf.


I'm exploring my enigma, a passion of a kind

breaking inner walls and imposed ceiling

forever staying loyal to my own mind

with that divine, uplifting feeling.


Time you enjoy wasting is not a wasted time.

-- Marthe Troly-Curtin

When Each Moment Is Given a Shiny Meaning, the River of Life Seems Endless

When Each Moment Is Given a Shiny Meaning, the River of Life Seems Endless

Quietly Flows River of My Time

Quietly, gently flows the river of my time

smoothly snuggling to its serrated banks

with each heartbeat like a pulsating chime

but with no such day that passes as blanks.


River feeling whole from its spring to sea

vitalized by youth and serene by this age

at once everywhere that it chooses to be

living its every curve and its every stage.


With no scare of the ocean appointment

each fear is dipped in the peaceful flow

nothing back there as disappointment

or coming surprises as best as I know.


Deep is this river, though at places shallow

water being murky, and at some spots clear

rippled with a big joy and otherwise mellow

but all in all steadier than it would appear.


And so, quietly flows this river of my time

apparently passing but still in its every now

lending its rhythm to my every single rhyme

I wish I could say it better, but don't know how.

Gratitude is the fairest blossom that springs from our soul.

-- Henry Ward Beecher

By Never Forgetting to Give Thanks to Life, We Receive More Reasons to Be Thankful

By Never Forgetting to Give Thanks to Life, We Receive More Reasons to Be Thankful

Thank You, My Life

I can't wait for those right words and phrases

to be invented or even by heavens inspired

to express my gratitude and give praises

after getting more in life than I desired.


Thank you, my life, for blessings I received

maybe I got more by not expecting much

all the abundance in my heart conceived

just turned to life as if by Mida's touch.


If I knew how to love life more, I would

without any new gifts to cause more joy

for everything I have got is already good

with no life diplomas for this school boy.


Thank you, my life, from depth of my soul

for lessons you taught, even those I failed

thank you for guidance to my every goal

above all, for each cubit of air I inhaled.


And thank you for every big temptation and test

that gave me an opportunity to learn and grow

with no greed and arrogance to claim the best

just grateful for everything I have and I know.

Video below tells about our being uniquely different

© 2020 Val Karas

Comments

Val Karas (author) from Canada on December 08, 2020:

Vellur -- Thank you, I am glad you liked it.

Nithya Venkat from Dubai on December 08, 2020:

Beautifully expressed!

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