The flow. :)

A short poem. :)

[i carry your heart with me(i carry it in]

BY E. E. CUMMINGS

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in

my heart)i am never without it(anywhere

i go you go,my dear;and whatever is done

by only me is your doing,my darling)

                                                      i fear

no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want

no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)

and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant

and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows

(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud

and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows

higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)

and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)

<3

Joy Harjo

1951 –

Sun makes the day new.

Tiny green plants emerge from earth.

Birds are singing the sky into place.

There is nowhere else I want to be but here.

I lean into the rhythm of your heart to see where it will take us.

We gallop into a warm, southern wind.

I link my legs to yours and we ride together,

Toward the ancient encampment of our relatives.

Where have you been? they ask.

And what has taken you so long?

That night after eating, singing, and dancing

We lay together under the stars.

We know ourselves to be part of mystery.

It is unspeakable.

It is everlasting.

It is for keeps.

I love to read poems. Sometimes I feel like recording it even though I don't like my recorded voice. So, why not I keep it all here? Email: [email protected] IG : @nihaaalaaaa

ACCEPTANCE - Nihala Navas

| The scars i adorn on my skin and heart,

My flaws and downs - the unpraised art,

Storms that torn me apart,

Emotions i couldn't dispart,

I have failed living upto expectations,

For a long time of lost admirations,

Bones tired of oscillations,

Lived with only imaginations;

But i embrace every substance of my subsistence;

Which marks the meaning of my existence.

Don't have diamonds to light up the crown

But why should i put my head down?

I have stones of woe - my own

Which aren't renown.

Stop searching for the light of splendour;

For a while within ye , ye have to surrender.

Once i was afraid of thunder;

But now, the Beauty of Fear- my Mentor.

Errand of mercy for myself;

Stacks of gratitude in shelf.

I accept the Dark

I accept the Spark

Thorns - they protect cactaceae from its predators.

And me from myself.

Every book talks about natural rights, moral rights, civil rights, political rights, economic rights and cultural rights. But do we have the freedom to fight for or it or atleast ask for it? Teachers and parents taught us rights and also to not ask for it. Preventing children from raising their voice against the wrong can create a great impact. If you watch destructive things happening in your society and you are doing nothing, you there gives power to the destroyer. Because we always keep on thinking about the after effects rather than nullifying them. If you are right, you have the right to question the wrong. GENDER IS NOT A MATTER. POSSESSIONS OR POSITIONS DON'T HAVE ANY ROLE. AGE ISN'T AN ISSUE. NO DO RACE.

This episode talks about the last few lines of the beautiful poem 'The layers' by Stanley Kunitz. The poem of experience and transformations and the acceptance of the changes. Kunitz is so sure about the changes he is going to experience but with confidence. ---In my darkest night,

when the moon was covered

and I roamed through wreckage,

a nimbus-clouded voice

directed me:

“Live in the layers,

not on the litter.”

Though I lack the art

to decipher it,

no doubt the next chapter

in my book of transformations

is already written.

I am not done with my changes.---

This episode is based on a student's perspective on how teachers are really making things complicated. (Please note i don't really support things like that - just sarcastic).

Hola! This is Nihala Navas.

Are we living for ourselves? Or for others?

We are sometimes controlled by someone else. Some people fail to realize that they have a life and purpose OF THEIR OWN.

KNOW YOUR WORTH. Never forget HOW RARE YOU ARE!