Three days, three quotes – day 3

This is the last day of the ‘Three days, three quotes’ challenge, to which I was nominated by herSCREAMINGshadows. Thank you a lot for thinking of me!

The Rules:

  1. Thank the person who nominated you.
  2. Post a quote for three consecutive days.
  3. Nominate three other bloggers each day.

The Third Quote:

Do unto others as you would have them do unto you. (Luke 6:31)

And a little something inspired by it:

When fingers scratch upon slick walls,
Gaining no shadow of purchase,
When muscles strain to lift you up
Against a force too great,
Instead of helping yourself up,
Choose to give your mates a push.
I imagine a world surrounded
By a link of people holding hands,
Pushing, pulling, dragging,
However the case might require
Someone other than themselves,
An uninterrupted chain stretching
All the way back to the person
Who started the first act of kindness.
You may be against religion,
You may be against philosophies,
But in the folds of them all,
Stripped from all pretenses,
Hides the same piece of common sense.
We are all equal. To behave right,
Just put yourself in another’s shoes,
And treat your fellows the way
You’d need them to treat you.
You’re extending yourself a hand,
And pulling yourself straight up.
You just go the long way around,
And pass through other hands first.

 

I had a bit of a shock looking for this quote today. I found it in various phrasings, but they all attribute it to the same source: the Bible. I had absolutely no idea. I’m not a religious person, but this particular piece of advice is perhaps the principle on which I try to base the greatest part of my behaviour in interpersonal situations, and has been for years. It was an interesting discovery, and thank you again herSCREAMINGshadows for giving me this challenge for the opportunity to find this out (and all of you guys for reading my blog so I have someone to share it with).

Even though I still won’t make any nominations for the challenge, you guys should definitely give it a try! Who knows what you might discover 🙂

Today is the day

Today is a day like any other,

The sun will rise just the same,

And nothing exciting will happen,

No miracles will pour down with rain.

Today you will get out of bed

And still go to do your job,

Still do your tasks and chores,

Still have the same responsibilities.

But maybe on your way to work,

You’ll help that lady cross the street

And you will never know

That she is crying because

Until yesterday she would have hobbled

Happily along her old husband,

But she would have been alone today

And every day from now on.

But maybe while picking lunch,

You will smile at the girl across the counter

And you will never know that she blushes

Because she spent last night crying

Feeling worthless after her lover left her,

And she would not have realized

She was worthy of someone’s attention

With her red rimmed eyes and splotchy cheeks.

But maybe when you go home,

You will buy that little kid an ice cream

And you will never know that

He doesn’t smile from the sugary treat,

But because he couldn’t have told

Whether the world was a good place still

After his mommy left him.

Today is a day like any other.

Every day is equally good

To be the day you change someone’s life.

But I couldn’t

There is beauty in the world

The sound of crickets in the middle of night,

The silver linings reflecting the light,

The taste of grass after pouring rain.

I just had to let go of the pain

And let my back straighten, my head rise,

I just had to open my eyes

And see the magic in action.

I had to do but a fration –

I just had to extend my hand

And wait until the miracles land.

I knew all this, how little I had to do.

But I couldn’t. Not without you.

If karma is real

I always start by paying my dues,

Just in case karma is real.

There’s something wrong with requesting

Without giving something first,

Like taking money out of an empty account.

It sometimes works, but the wise never do it

Because it comes back with a bite.

So maybe my desires sound crazy,

Too much for too small a world,

But I would never dare even hope

For something I haven’t offered myself,

A couple times over, to make sure I’m worthy

And rack up a nice universal debt.

I firmly believe that everybody

Starts out with infinite potential.

It’s just a question of what I’m choosing to feed,

To get thrice over the doubt and suspicion

Or to foster what I want to make bloom.

So I always start with the assumption

That the world is good and kind,

And you, my darling, are the most

Amazing and wonderful of them all.

And you’ll have to work very hard indeed

To make me even consider that I am wrong.

Because, every once in a while,

I’m known to make a mistake or twenty,

And by then I want to have helped others up

Enough time to have a right to expect

You to already be reaching for me

When I lift a hand up, asking for help.

All the luck in the world

All the luck in the world

Can sometimes mean nothing.

Even genies have conditions –

Luck is easier sometime,

No number of wishes to fit into,

But it’s got its own restrictions.

If you’re lucky, your prince charming

Might spare you the second glance,

But it’s equally powerless –

Changing one’s feelings

And changing the world

Might as well be the same thing.

Luck gives you opportunities,

But wasted chances do nothing

To change the final result.

It’s up to you how you use

What luck has offered.

And there are, of course,

Opportunities that even

All the luck in the world

Couldn’t possibly give you.

There’s no going back,

No erasing the past,

No raising the dead.

When you think about it, actually

Luck doesn’t do much, does it?

So how about we assume

That we already have, each of us

All the luck in the world

And see what opportunities

It’s already given us.

All goodness

All goodness comes with a price.

How does that saying go?

‘No good deed goes unpunished.’

And that is quite tragically true.

Most people equate goodness

With sacrifice. An act is not good

If it’s accidental, incidental,

If you haven’t given up something,

Ever so little, even just your time,

To bring about its completion.

And people may react to it

With scorn, dismay, indifference.

You’re basically paying

To complicate your own life.

Now there are solutions to that.

One is built-in, in that

True goodness comes, by definition,

Without any kind of expectation

Of receiving something in return.

A beautiful surface with an ugly core.

The very existence of its possibility

Says something tragical about

The character of the receiver.

There’s another solution though,

One that challenges the definition.

What if goodness shouldn’t be sacrifice?

What if every deed of a good person,

Every deed that helps us somehow,

Automatically becomes a good deed?

Wouldn’t that teach us more,

Make us feel less entitled

To people’s time and attention,

Wouldn’t it make us appreciate

The things that we do receive?

How about, instead of the things

We’ve been doing for so long,

We learn to answer all goodness

With more goodness in return,

Be it even a smile and thank you

Were we not capable of something more

And make sure we pay that more

To someone else, some other time,

And just make sure that all goodness

Gives more goodness to go around.

My life is better for having met you

I was hiding in a little room,

In a land that spoke in strange tongues.

You extended a hand, dragged me to light,

And taught me those new, twisted words,

Not by bringing in scholars or masters.

You just spoke soft enough, slow enough,

That I saw them in a different way,

And finally stopped being afraid.

The mirror was showing me such monsters.

Before you, I never realized that

It was actually only broken.

You didn’t tell me that, but I saw you

Looking into it once, and you

Angled yourself in such a strange way,

Something I never saw anybody do.

So I tried the same, and I found

The little smooth part of the glass,

And suddenly I was beautiful too.

You never changed anything,

But that didn’t stop you

From changing everything for me.

You never did anything,

But that didn’t stop things

From happening to me anyway.

You don’t have to have done something.

It’s just the way you are,

And what I understood of what you are,

And just a whole lot of luck in between.

So through no fault of your own,

My life is better for having met you.

Thank you. For your simple existence.

The 6 stages

There are six stages that I can tell.
Not sure what to call the first but an S –
A Slip, a Slide, or maybe
A Slow descent for some, sometime.
Then comes I for Ignore, when
It’s not that we pretend nothing is wrong
But genuinely ignore the simple possibility
That something might be amiss and go.
The third is the Acknowledgement,
A sweet momentary relief, not unlike
Being moody for a few long days
Until you have that Ah moment and realize
What time of the month it is,
And don’t feel quite so absurd anymore.
And in the rare lucky cases,
It also provides a solution to the pain,
In the same chocolate-y form.
The relief doesn’t last long enough though,
And on its heels comes swift Revolt,
A raging at the world and desperate search
For the misplaced cure that you once used.
It’s at least better than the
Blind stumble into disaster without cause,
And blaming someone gives you something to do.
Then comes Acceptance. Sweet and peaceful
As you remember the cure is only time,
And you finally allow it to yourself,
And instead of fixing things
You find make-do solutions
And relearn to work with what you have,
With a shorter fuse, an emptier canister
And only ever one day at a time.
I never managed to pinpoint Recovery
Despite its most obvious existence.
It’s impossibly gradual and fast at once,
And one day you just realize
That you look back and see yourself
At the top of that abysmally long trek up
And your smiles come easy once again.
That’s the process for me. S-I-A-R-A-R.
‘Seerer’, I suppose, it could be pronounced.
Not the most inspired acronym perhaps
But then again, maybe it was meant to be,
Because you need more seer(-er) powers
Than any possible oracle in mythology
To even remember there is ever an end
When you’re in the throes of that descent.

 

A/N: Some of you might have noticed lately from the subjects of my poems I seemed a bit down. I’m happy to say I’ve had a very quick A-R-A ark and am now much better. Thank you so much for your support and for always reading and commenting despite my changing moods. Love you all.

What do you guys think? Ever gone through this? Are your recovery stages the same when you go through a darker period, or are you doing things differently?

Flat

Empty fields
Waveless ocean
Blank pages
Concrete walls
Straight paths
Frozen pictures
Monotone
Uniform shadow
Deserted roads
Metal sheets
Closed windows
Undisturbed dust
Barricade
Glassy eyes
Winter skies
Drawn curtains
Endless

There’s nothing I hate more than flatness

I need a friend

There are days when I really need a friend.
I need a friend who would show up at my door
With a pint of creamy icecream
And a tray of cookies just to be sure
Because he heard the inflection in my voice
And knows not to believe a word I say.
Who wouldn’t mind choosing the movie
And letting me rest my head in his lap,
Who would make me laugh myself silly
And choke on the cookies and tea.
Who I could kiss at that particular scene
And in whose eyes I wouldn’t fear looking
As we marvel at how meaningless it is,
And how the meaninglessness can mean
Quite so much for healing my heart.
I need a friend who would chuckle
When I start crying at that stupid ending
But would have no hesitation to hold me
When the tears start becoming the real thing
And I get to finally feel some relief
As I soak it all in his shirt and warm arms.
I need a friend who would force me up
Put me on wheels and push me down the street,
Raise my heart rate so artificially
Until I remember how to form excitement
That doesn’t depend on people staring,
Looking at both of us like we are crazy.
But in the meanwhile, being crazy in two
Is the best kind of crazy someone can be.
Could you please be my friend?