“An Essay on Criticism”- Alexander Pope

“A little learning is a dangerous thing;

drink deep, or taste not the Pierian spring:

there shallow draughts intoxicate the brain,

and drinking largely sobers us again.”

 

This is a segment from Alexander Pope’s couplet An Essay on Criticism, from the 18th century.  He wrote this when he was just 23!

When you learn a little, you become amazed by discovering what it is to see.  As if the token of seeing is all you need.  When you get lost at sea, surrounded by all hues of blue, you realize- that truly, you don’t know, and only see as far as the sea surrounds you.   It humbles you because you experience how much bigger it is than you.

when you see it from afar, off the coast on a beach, the joy at shore makes you think that this- this is galore, this is magnificence, all-while still remaining in your little world.

Not until you drift through and- by God’s grace, great waves swallow you and leave your short-sight at bay; you rely on none but your heart to bare what’s manifest before you.   because it’s too vast for your eyes to concur.

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Don’t be a monster, you’re not a monster

Please don’t be a monster
Don’t let it devour you
It hurts to hurt but
Don’t let it seethe you
Remember when you were a little girl
And you would try to see it through

Don’t be a monster
Just let these feelings pass
Think of all the soft petals
Brushing across your rosey cheeks

Its okay, you are still you
They are just old
And hurting to make it through
Be nice to them, and work for them

They raised you with love and honey
And warm milk and enough money
For you to grow and smile

So remember those smiles
Remember their smiles

You are not a monster
So don’t be a monster
Don’t let their harsh words devour you
They still love you
And always will love you

Your mouth must hold the thorny roses
For their empty vases
Because they poured all their water
Into your empty glass
So you can be full and
Face the world of faces
And be quenched to face its heat
So don’t ever slip and beat
And make yourself feel weak

Serve them well with your full glass
And hold their thorny roses
So you all can smell its soft petals

And plant their last smile
For their short while left.

They don’t know you

Look a stranger in the eye

They have no reason to give a lie 

Except for those you know

People don’t know you
When you’re the last person remembered

People don’t know you
When they think they can purge their indecenies upon you without a second thought

They don’t know you
When they think they know the world

In reality, you are the stranger
Simply passing by, searching for all the answers to not how and what, but why and when

Because they don’t see that you could see them
They don’t know you.

Because you are a stranger simply passing by. 

Garden by the wishing well

Garden by the wishing well

Take these distilled moments and let it be spilt into a wishing well. 
bc it’s meant to be spent
And lost
Let love be treasured
there’s no expiration
create a new default
Where faults are now fertile ground
For gold dafodils to sprout
Weave a new basket to pick away all doubt
there is no rush
There is no hurry
whisper all your fears away
with the soft glow of late bloom
let it consume the grief away
let it lash the confusion with lush lavender
be rained upon with cream rose petals
that reflect good memories from the past

This is your garden and that is your well.
so flourish
And let trickle the days you fell

A threshold past the heavens

are you catching on
are you catching onto how each cloud reflects the sky in its own view
bringing color and form in every possible hue
are you catching onto how each cloud gives the sky purpose

and how the sky finds purpose with the clouds
and that we see the final scene
with all of it’s everlasting depth and beauty

are you catching onto how this scenery is the secret to all we yearn
that it’s all we need to learn
every breeze plows the clouds apart
fashioning each strobe most delicately through the horizon
there’s wisdom in every whispered wonder in whatever cloud that descends a little lower than usual

do you see the magnitude before your eyes
what is arrogance
what is pride
what is ownership
when that which is beyond us
is past our bewilderment

what little is left
but love
something we can acquire

a threshold of its own
a bridge that leads to further discovery
creating beauty from all the past and misery
as the sun sets away last of it’s days fusing light
to fall in love with the moon
and enlighten another path
that can only be seen in the night
and each star to twinkle us through time until we set again

and again, and again.

for us to find a reason to smile again,

and again.

Patience in the past 

Sabr is knowing your value

And not giving up or giving in

It’s to believe that Allah is there for you

Regardless of what others claim your sin

Perhaps you have no control in this world

But you have the universe to call your friend

And those who have already reached their end

because although they are memories,  you remember them.

So remember their efforts in turbulence

And how they waited for droughts to sprout the sea

Or for shackles to be removed only to become king on a throne

You are witness to their stories and you are witness to your own

you have paths to follow from the past

And knowledge to understand your own

So be patient and be free

And keep climbing until you reach the other side

Because your real treasure lies in the shadows, beyond what any human can see