Tag: imaginotions

The Poem for Peace

In the weary marrow of this world, where uncertainties abide,
Tumult whispers to the wind, confusion at its side.
Yet in this dance of shadows, let not your hearts be swayed,
For peace and prosperity are gems, not easily decayed.

Look! The world is like a reed, bending in a storm,
A symphony of chaos, struggling to transform.
Yet amidst this worldly uproar, the flute begins its song,
A melody of harmony, where peace and love belong.

Can you not hear it whispering, the tune that calls for peace?
A gentle hymn, a lullaby, bidding turmoil cease.
Sung by the soul, that ageless voice, echoes in our core,
An eternal rhythm pulsing, reminding us of more.

Through the looking glass of fear, we see but dire straits,
Yet, a garden blooms within, behind life’s iron gates.
Tend to your inner sanctuary, make it grow and shine,
In it, find your peace and wealth, the truly divine.

Do not bind your spirit with chains of gold and silver,
Prosperity lies not in excess, but in love’s shiver.
In giving, we receive; in serving, we are served,
In this circle of life, true wealth is conserved.

Look to the sun, that radiant orb, gifting us its light,
Ask not for its bounty, yet it shines so bright.
Take your cue from nature, be generous and kind,
In this giving, find prosperity, leave avarice behind.

In the marketplace of fears, buy not the merchants’ wares,
Instead, purchase patience, sow seeds of love and cares.
When you find your heart at war, plagued by strife and doubt,
Seek the quiet within, let tranquility sprout.

It’s in silence we discover, the peace that always was,
A mirror pool of serenity, unaffected by worldly cause.
The prosperity we yearn for, it resides within our soul,
An inner wealth, a joy untapped, making us whole.

There’s a hidden sweetness in the stomach’s emptiness,
From fasting of worldly greed, springs the fruit of kindness.
Feast not on the husks of excess, the hollow glamour and gleam,
But nourish on love and peace, a richer stream.

We are not just earthly beings, born of dust and air,
But celestial bodies, with a light we’re here to share.
Awaken, dear friend, from this deep and fretful sleep,
Realize your potential, promises to keep.

In the heart of uncertainty, a constant truth remains,
Peace and prosperity exist, beyond life’s gains.
Look within, dear friend, unlock your inner door,
In this vast mansion of the soul, explore, oh explore!

Remember Rumi’s words, uttered in the dance of the pen,
“In silence, there is eloquence. Start anew, again.”
In the quiet of your being, in the stillness of your mind,
The poem for peace you’ll find, leaving uncertainty behind.

Ao Akua,

Dr Joe

Note: Other Imaginotions by Dr. Joe Vitale

https://www.mrfire.com/law-of-attraction/imaginotions-part-one/

https://www.mrfire.com/law-of-attraction/imaginotions-part-two/

https://www.mrfire.com/law-of-attraction/imaginotions-part-three/

https://www.mrfire.com/law-of-attraction/imaginotions-part-four/

https://www.mrfire.com/law-of-attraction/imaginotions-part-five/

https://www.mrfire.com/law-of-attraction/imaginotions-part-six/ 

https://www.mrfire.com/books/imaginotions-part-seven/ 

Imaginotions: Part Eight


Imaginotions: Part Nine


Imaginotions: Part Ten

“Ay lat wrds?” asked the frog of the flea on his tongue.

“Let me go!”

“I canot,” slurred the frog, his tongue still out.

“I can’t say last words when I can’t believe this is really my last moment alive!”

“Beive et.”

“Then my last words are you are a fiend to eat me when you are talking to me or at least trying to!”

“Bt I m a frog n mst do wt a frog ds.”

“Then I will be a flea and hop away!”

“Gd luk!”

And the flea did muster all his strength, and courage, and will, and 0– behold!– sprung off the frog’s tongue, went high into the air, laughing a tiny little flea laugh as he did so, surprising even himself.

“Well, I’ll be,” said the frog, able to speak clearly with his tongue back in his mouth. “I didn’t know that was possible.”

“Anything is possible when your life’s on the line!” explained the flea, more to himself than to the frog, exited to still be alive, as he disappeared into the weeds, exhilarated by his newly awakened powers.

The frog was left to wonder what else is possible.

The flea knew anything is possible.

And you?

Ao Akua,

Joe

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