PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

In a room where shadows stretched like sighs,

Where time wore slippers and whispered lies,

There stood a soul, not born, but built,

Threaded not from ease, but quilted guilt,

Not soft by chance, but choice refined,

By all the jagged things behind.

She walked where tempests cracked the sky,

Where childhood dreams went soft and dry,

Where harsh words bruised like winter sleet,

Yet still she offered something sweet.

Not sugar spun from naivety,

But honey from a wisdom tree.

For kindness, see, is not a gift

Wrapped neat in bows and morning lift,

It’s forged in fire, steeped in rain,

Tempered in sorrow, kissed by pain.

It’s choosing light with eyes gone dim,

And humming hope when edges grim.

She smiles not out of ignorance,

But as rebellion. As a dance.

As a thumb pressed gently in the eye

Of every grief that whispered: Why?

She learned to bloom where nothing grew,

To soften sharpness, split in two,

And still she laughed. And still she gave.

And still she found more hearts to save.

The kindest souls are not naive,

They know how often people leave,

How promises can turn to smoke,

Yet still, they mend the ones who broke.

So if you meet one - bless the thread

That stitched their wounds and raised their head.

They are the lanterns, fierce and bright,

Born not in ease, but in the night.

I. On the Nature of Smiles

A smile is a sneaky, invisible thing,

It creeps from the lips without flutter or wing,

But lo! when it lands on a stranger’s dull day,

It tickles the sorrow and shoos it away.

It travels through coffee shops, crosswalks, and queues,

It softens the sternest of daily-day news.

It has no real price, no receipt, no command,

And yet it could cradle the world in its hand.

II. The Grand and Glorious Hug

Now don’t underestimate (please, if you can)

The power of arms - be ye woman or man,

To wrap someone up like a parcel of peace,

To hush all the mayhem and grant them release.

A hug isn’t just for when sorrow attacks,

It’s also for moments when courage just lacks.

So squeeze with conviction, be warm, be profound,

A hug is a poem that needs not a sound.

III. Words of the Small-but-Mighty Kind

“Oh dear,” said the teacup, “I fear I may chip,”

Till a kind word arrived with a stiff upper lip.

“You're perfect,” it said. “You still hold the tea.”

And the teacup beamed back with revived dignity.

A phrase, just a whisper, can shatter the storm,

Can nudge someone’s heart back to hopeful and warm.

So toss kind words freely like petals or rain,

They land where they land, and they soften the pain.

IV. The Call to Now (and Never to Wait)

Oh yes, you may ponder, you may delay,

But kindness, my dear, was never that way.

It’s not for tomorrow or someday or soon,

It thrives in the morning, the dusk, and the noon.

So don’t be a waiter in life’s busy line,

Be wildly, ridiculously, wonderfully kind.

You never shall know what your ripple will do,

But I promise you this: it starts right with you.

I am in the Universe, the Universe is in my Body, the Universe and I are combined Together (the key)

I am sending out all negative vibrations, all sickness and disease, all imbalances, out into the farthest reaches of the Universe and beyond like billows of smoke. (Speak the imbalances, visualize them leaving like smoke).

The Universe is sending me

Its Loving Light of Healing,

Its Loving Light of Kindness,

Its Loving Light of Forgiveness,

Its Loving Light of Gratitude...

Healing Every part of my

Mind, body and spirit 

(Speak and visualize the healing of every part of the mind body and spirit being healed).

Thank the Universe for its Healing Light of Love kindness forgiveness and gratitude....

The healing path continues as I learn and grow spiritually.

Honor and thanks to Master Chunyi Lin of Spring Forest QiGong. Thanks to YouTube videos and the Universe guiding me to this amazing powerful and spiritual meditation and practice....

Peace love and light