Dear Human

Dear human,
modern incarnate
for a brief moment.
Neither of the angels,
neither of the demons.

Dear human,
you, where evil and light wrangle,
on some daybreak, will awaken
to remember the reason
of this existence.

Meanwhile, dear human,
through the twists and turns
you belong here
and through this wounded lifetime,
teach others to heal...


- Tara Estacaan, June 05, 2016

The World Is Your Mirror

Laugh, and the world laughs with you;
Weep, and you weep alone.
For the sad old earth must borrow its mirth,
But has trouble enough of its own.

Sing, and the hills will answer;
Sigh, it is lost on the air.
The echoes bound to a joyful sound,
But shrink from voicing care.

Rejoice, and men will seek you;
Grieve, and they turn and go.
They want full measure of all your pleasure,
But they do not need your woe.

Be glad, and your friends are many;
Be sad, and you lose them all.
There are none to decline your nectared wine,
But alone you must drink life's gall.

Feast, and your halls are crowded;
Fast, and the world goes by.

Succeed and give, and it helps you live,
But no man can help you die.

There is room in the halls of pleasure 
For a long and lordly train, 
But one by one we must all file on
Through the narrow aisles of pain.

~ Ella Wheeler Wilcox, Solitude

On Clarity

For those who confuse you, 

recognize that their confusion is theirs 

and your clarity is yours.

― Barbara Marciniak,
Family of Light: Pleiadian Tales and Lessons in Living

Moonrise

Will you glimmer on the sea?
Will you fling your spear-head
On the shore?
What note shall we pitch?

We have a song,    
On the bank we share our arrows—
The loosed string tells our note:

O flight,
Bring her swiftly to our song.
She is great,      
We measure her by the pine-trees.

By H.D.
Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936)
The New Poetry: An Anthology.  1917