Cernere: The Story of Discernment

What does it mean to fight yourself?

What does it mean to relinquish control?

Fully and willingly

When did all options seem good?

Ranking the good

Hard task to do as all choices intersect

At the point known as you

All feel natural and like instinct

Yet the confusion

The goal to find peace

At the end of a lifetime

No matter the what if’s

No matter the what could have been

No matter what was foregone

To be at peace

To find your place in the symphony

Struggle helps to find yourself

But that’s the thing

I already know who I am

Or at least a clue

Frustrating isn’t it?

To feel lost and confused

Cause you know who you are

So much noise outside as well

Can’t please everyone

Going to hurt a few

Even the ones you love

Those who were your whole world

And only a few will understand

So few

No matter how happy you are

Comfortable and stable

You’ll feel something is lacking

That illusive last piece of the puzzle

To say at last

“I know where my heart is.”

What is freedom?

They say you’re free to choose

But the idea of the light

Where one will be maximised

Where one will shine the brightest

To set the world on fire

To sacrifice so much

For something greater they say

Scary, yet mesmerising

Free will, they say

The driving seat

Whatever sense of control

Nothing but a false dream

To trust another driver

Completely

To trust time 

To reveal things at the right time

To find a higher dream

In the greater scheme of things

To accept that spark

And learn why, how

Where it is rooted

What do you desire?

What does He desire

Then decide.

To offer everything

To give and not to count the cost

To fight and not to heed the wounds

To toil and not to seek for rest

To labor and ask not for reward

Say that of knowing

That I’m doing your most holy will. 

A Lecture on Art

It always begins

with a subject

with an idea

a drop of inspiration

allowing it to trickle

to flow

to slosh around

until one is flooded

immersed,

drowning 

gasping for breath

Air!

relief through release

solace in expression

from phantom,

to tangible

from a dream,

to a reality

mind and body

recklessness and caution

enthusiasm and passivity

satisfaction and frustration

serenity and anarchy

singing in one voice

for a common purpose

To depict,

to portray

evidences of 

thoughts,

ideas,

emotions,

originality,

individuality

creativity,

and perhaps,

a soul.

Folktale

There was once a tale of legend,

Of a gift sent straight from heaven

It may reside in shelves of kings,

But in men’s hearts is where it lives

There they stood, in the high mountains,

Where sky and earth meet in a kiss

As the wind and dirt embrace

Cherry blossoms, a gift of grace

Together they mask mountainsides,

Forming a blend of many hues

That overwhelm all who see,

For they blend so effortlessly

As small the flowers seem to be,

There is one thing many agree,

With various shades of white and pink

Its size and presence share no link

Despite their infinite grandeur,

Their lives still lie on a prayer

When it pours, slowly they shall fall

Thus, nothing to smile for at all

I never needed all the trees,

Just a flower with all their hopes and dreams

Protecting dreams of old and new,

For it will always bloom in you

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The Promise

When I was shrouded in darkness

Drowning in a sea of my tears

Never have I felt so lonely

Searching for someone’s company

And that was when I met a man,

The sole reason my life began

Whenever I walk in the street

Always do I receive a treat

It appears that none walk with me

But that was not what came to be

Every time I glanced to my left

Footsteps, beside me, on pavement

From the rocks, I looked at the ocean

While never feeling so broken

Ready to jump and face the waves

Dragging me into the abyss

As I jumped, someone grabbed my arm

Bringing me home, far from the storm

Pressing down on the countertop,

Staring down, near ready to drop

Raising my head to the mirror,

Still hoping things would get clearer

At first, all the mist blurred the sight,

Then seeing two men, all was right

Often is my young mind cluttered

Beyond my limits, it is filled

My fears and insecurities,

Strike me like the waves of the seas,

But help comes in a humble form,

Him with the calm after the storm

My life can now again proceed,

Upon saying my life’s very creed,

Upon swearing a scared oath,

The road towards personal growth

Ready to suffer and perish,

For one who did so as a wish

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Everlasting

Walking on the sand by the bay,

Has left me with nothing to say

Looking towards the horizon

At sunsets that have come and gone

With every trip that I fulfill,

Time seems to stay at a standstill

Spring, a time where hopes are renewed

Roses bloom, ready to be viewed

Each petal kissed by the sun’s rays

Sights that’ll last till the end of days

With every small step that I take,

Clocks everywhere will quickly break

On the mountaintop, things are clear

Snow white peaks of a lost frontier

Such silence, such serenity

Simply translated as beauty

With each step, the higher I climb

Another myth will be formed, time

Far beyond our reach it lies in the sky

Daring some to touch it, to fly

The moon, a light in such dark times 

Creating hope, smiles, laughs, and dreams

Each time I gaze at its splendor,

Ticks and tocks seem to surrender

Then a moment comes into view,

Along with glee of every hue

Where you walk to me in a dress

As I smile without any regrets

With each step you take towards me,

Time finally kneels to beauty

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The Connection

As my eyes stare at the bright screen,

I see it more as a machine

A chance to fulfill my wishes

For making each day momentous

When I see the pictures you post,

I unearth a reason to boast

Be it solo, with friends, family

Cause I see your face so clearly

Mere photos of you drive my days

I start grinning cause of your smiles

And your laugh tickles me inside

What else can I do but abide?

Refreshing the page frequently,

Waiting for your posts eagerly

Never missing one, day or night,

Just to be certain you’re alright

When we chat on for countless hours

Or when your comments flood posts,

I can not help but be smirking

Cause it’s like we’re almost talking

I signed out and lay on my bed

Dreaming of something new instead

The time I can have all these

While seeing your real face with ease

                      

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An Answered Prayer

Throughout the journey of mankind

An ancient story one will find

With simple, almost peasant, words

Yet in royal shelves it resides

In a small shack on its last breath,

Lives a craftsman who is near death

Abandoned by his own nation

Alone with his priced creation

A delicate paper lantern

Takes him little time to discern

With no shame his mouth will utter,

“Its beauty will last forever!”

From bamboo stalks its frame arose

That dance with wind in stunning shows

With grace that’s immeasurable,

Yet it’s sturdy, flexible

Every character and picture,

Does nothing to souls but allure

Brushstrokes wail with such potency

Nothing but our history

Tied to its frame is a prayer

That would make life a bit brighter

To be raised to the vast heavens,

While a nation waits for answers

Sadly the craftsman sulks and weeps,

For it’s time to cast the lanterns

Towards the limitless ceiling

To fully reach their life calling

After a few days have gone,

The lantern falls on a green lawn

On the tomb of its creator

To be with him forevermore

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