Spiritual Poem about Nature

Born and raised in sunny southern California, I often acquaint myself with nature, poetry, and music. It is in the presence of such that I feel most alive. Through creative expression I am able to make a shift from ambition to meaning. It emanates from a place of sincerity and a willingness to live a purpose driven life. "Grains of Paradise," is part of a collection of poetry that I wrote to commemorate nature. Enjoy!
- Zakiya K. Holman

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Grains Of Paradise

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Published: March 2013

Sobering are the sands of time,
Each grain speaks great truths,
Antiquity articulates subtly so,
Weathering it seeks not to subdue,
What precious particles of matter,
Mimicking the journey of man,
Purposely fragmented that each may be made whole again,
Textured by its travel,
Coarse sediment mineralized,
Transportation yields transformation by universal design.
Erosion is our experience.
Sifted, that our authentic selves may harmonize,
Our true mass may we grasp in grains of paradise.

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this poem is magnificent just what I needed to hear at this time. feeling down. A good reminder that the smallest particle in the universe has mass. Naval digging doesn't get you anywhere. All traumas cannot be held onto in despair but used to toughen the sinews make us all that we are through experience, and embrace it. I like the use of the word sifted. This poem reminds me what I live for: my evolution. Thank you, love and gratitude, another traveller.

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  • 6 years ago

This poem is magnificent just what I needed to hear at this time. Feeling down. A good reminder that the smallest particle in the universe has mass. Naval digging doesn't get you anywhere. All traumas cannot be held onto in despair but used to toughen the sinews make us all that we are through experience, and embrace it. I like the use of the word sifted. This poem reminds me what I live for: my evolution. Thank you, love and gratitude, another traveler.

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