armed with deep pain disarmed by love I move ahead to explore new horizons hope drives all towards life SoCS
BIRTH TO DEATH
armed with deep pain disarmed by love I move ahead to explore new horizons hope drives all towards life SoCS

We are all multi-faceted, and this image to me illustrates that idea.
The notion that like an onion we have many dimensions to us comes to mind.
I think we’d all like to think there is more to us than meets the eye.
I have a neighbour who comes to mind. He is a retired High School Principal and is now days suffering with Parkinson’s Disease.
But he doesn’t see this as a handicap rather as an impetus to get out and do as much as he can for himself while he can.
He rides every day, he goes on trips with his wife and explores the countryside and next year he and his wife are planning a cycling trip to Italy.
He is an avid gardener; his vegetable patch is brilliant to behold, and he maintains a passion and enthusiasm for mathematics.
The other afternoon he found him tutoring…
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My anchor
Strong and stable
Always there
By my side
Makes me happy, makes me sad
In sickness and in health
My compass
So I won’t get lost
In the dark
When apart
I will always find my way
Together we are
Happiness
When I am with you
Flowers bloom
The sun shines
Life is tough but we make it
Till death do us part
(c) ladyleemanila 2017
For: Reena’s Exploration Challenge #Week 12, Shadorma November: 10 of 30
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The Real Nanjo Castille had enticed kids for more than a decade. It was the mystery surrounding his existence that built up his charm. He would appear as a gymnast in the circus, a clown or be seen entertaining kids in local schools and events. Walt Disney wanted to buy the rights, seeing the popularity … Continue reading Mysterious
"You know small spaces he’s terrified of. Don’t you? Take him there." thundered the narcissist psychopath mother, “that is what he deserves of disobeying.” His father led him out of the door gently by the hand. “Son, I think both of us should be happier in a smaller space to ourselves. It is impossible to … Continue reading Liberation
Welcome to Reena’s Exploration Challenge #Week 12 Last week, we dealt with a situation, how we view it and the impact on our life. This week, we explore a person and how s/he impacts our personality and perspective on life. It could be a pet, since we have strong emotional bonds with these lovely souls. … Continue reading Reena’s Exploration Challenge #Week 12
I spend some nights on the terrace, and keep looking up at the sky. The less-than-full moon holds a promise of achieving its potential someday. It goes through endless cycles from nothingness to fullness. I see a message for humanity – that a roller coaster ride is unavoidable, through various stages of life and beyond … Continue reading Silent Potential

photo by Alex Iby via Unsplash
A strip of black, ashy sand, white breakers above – a grey sky, heavy with sea mist that rolls in and out of the shore like a living thing.
Many would be driven insane by my monochrome world, by the endless crash of the waves, the screaming dip and soar of the gulls – but not me.
Inside me burns a fire of anger so fierce it will turn the sand to glass, boil the seas until they vapourise, leaving nothing but a crust of salt behind. The world will know me.
Written for Sonya at Only 100 Words’ Three Line Tales. See here to join in and to read the other stories.
Eye
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Above and below
Reflected realities
Borders undefined
How can I know where I stand
Or on which side of vision
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Do I stand in earth
Looking out from hollow hills
Or am I a dream
A projection of the soul
Beyond an amorphous Veil
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What does it matter
I am where presence requires
Facing destiny
Riding the current of life
Subjective reality
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The photo for this week’s prompt was taken in Derbyshire at the Derwent Valley Reservoirs, where a village was drowned and where the famous ‘Dambusters’ Squadron trained. The valley holds many hidden treasures still, both natural and man-made. The reflections beneath the bridge here were just perfect on this visit, and there was no way of telling where they began or ended.

As always, I would like to thank everyone for their contibutions. I love seeing how many different stories and poems can…
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