Are you one of those who're going through the grind more than most? Do you feel suffocated and trapped in pitch dark? Are you frustrated beyond measure, under immense pressure?
Remember - the magnitude of your challenges points at the magnitude of your potential to grow into a refined, strong and enlightened human being.
Your challenges are blessings in disguise. They're meant to make you - not break you.
"Sometimes when you're in a dark place you think you've been buried, but actually you've been planted. - Christine Caine
Know ... that you're either a seed or a butterfly ...
Know that the tree of patience, resilience and perseverance always bears the sweetest of fruits.
Know ... that LIFE FINDS A WAY.
For a seed to achieve its
greatest expression
it must come completely undone.
The shell cracks
Its insides come out
and everything changes.
To someone who doesn't understand growth
it would lok like complete destructin.
― Cynthia Occelli
The tiny seed knew
that in order t grow,
it needed to be drpped in dirt,
covred in darkness,
and struggle to reach the light.
― Sandra Kring
We delight in the beauty of the butterfly,
but rarely admit the changes
it has gone through
to achieve that beauty.
― Maya Angelou
Some changes look negative on the surface,
but you will soon realize
that space is being created
in your life for something new to emerge.
― Eckhart Tolle
“Just when the caterpillar thought the world was over, it became a butterfly.”
― Chuang Tzu
All this time when it was hurting
I did not realize
I was just blooming
into a rose
― Echos
LIFE FINDS A WAY
Even through adversity
Through the most difficult of times
Life finds a way.
Through the tangled thorns
Through the wildest woods of time
It winds its way, searching
Through dimness
Through the bog, to find light
Life finds a way.
Through the darkest of hours
Through the sorrow
It seeks a better tomorrow
And life does find a way.
― Della Perry
Source: PoemHunter.com
LIFE FINDS A WAY
The dark horses come
galloping across the fields,
crushing every single one
of my sky blue orchids.
Even so, new life creeps
from roots in the dank earth,
forming green shoots and yielding
twice as many blossoms.
― William Jackson
Source: PoemHunter.com
LIFE FINDS A WAY
for Ian Malcolm
You understood the mistake was not the sowing;
a seed cannot stay itself spreading arms into sun.
Amber in palm: another promise of grain to reap.
The ploughman disciplines his crops into furrows,
harrows the clay sod smooth—how the miracle
of birth is tempered by rule. The lie of the old book:
creation begets control, breath is given to dust.
Unawed, you knew. How dogs casually choose
to turn from leash. Nobody decides to live
before living first. They lived. Life iterates.
Unyielding and wild. Snowflakes on a window,
each untwinned. A mosquito flaps feebly. A storm.
― Jerome Lim
Source: QLRS.com
LIFE FINDS A WAY
Life finds a way
To be, wherever possible
Through a tiny crack
A plant emerges to meet the sun
― Unknown
STILL I RISE
“You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may tread me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.
Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.
Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.
Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.
Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin' in my own back yard.
You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise.
Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?
Out of the huts of history's shame
I rise
Up from a past that's rooted in pain
I rise
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.”
―
“I don’t need your praise
to survive. I was here first,
before you were here, before
you ever planted a garden.
And I’ll be here when only the sun and moon
are left, and the sea, and the wide field.
I will constitute the field.”
― Louise Glück, The Wild Iris
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