Gratitude

Rediscovering Love: Transcending Self-Interest in a Modern World
In our contemporary society, the essence of love appears to be diminishing, overshadowed by a self-serving mentality that I refer to as "what's in for me." The narrative of Remy of Kotzk vividly illustrates this point. Remy once encountered a young man savoring a dish of fish and questioned his motive. "Why are you eating that fish?" Remy asked. The young man replied, "Because I love fish." Remy retorted, "You don't love the fish; you love yourself. The fish merely satisfies your taste buds." Too often, what we label as love resembles "fish love," centered on fulfilling personal desires rather than genuine care for the other.
By Christopher Ezeh2 years ago in Poets
Morning Melodies of Love
Waking up to the sounds of bird tweets makes my bed feel like jungle leaves beneath me. As I watch my daughter sleep beside me, I feel like Kala watching over baby Tarzan as he sleeps.
By T. E. Door2 years ago in Poets
My Next Life's Choice
If I have a chance to pick where, how, and when I will be reborn, then I pick these, Of course, I want to be born in a rich place,
By Arjun Sahasya2 years ago in Poets
Beneath the Lies
In the silence of the night, a whisper stirs, A tale of deceit, a web of lies unfurls. In the warmth of family, trust did reside,
By Līva2 years ago in Poets
Let's understand!
Nature isn’t suppressed, She is continuing, Like is a mistress, But some don’t know how, To garnish as a nature’s student,
By Esala Gunathilake2 years ago in Poets
Nutmeg
Always excited to see me, barking and wagging your tail. "Come here boy! Daddy's home." Everyday, the same. Family first.
By Hummingbird2 years ago in Poets
My Happy Little Tree
She’s my happy little tree Blossoming into her personality I get down to play with her I’m her horse crawling on my hands and knees
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Tasty Torus
Alas, too many sources of delight are deleterious to one’s health Before sinking one’s teeth into some tender victual, one must be reminded
By D. J. Reddall2 years ago in Poets
Eternal Life
Eternal life, a wondrous thing Forever living, never aging - Through the sands of time we'll roam Eternity, our eternal home
By Melania J.L.2 years ago in Poets
The Perfect Summer Day
The perfect blissful day, Waking on a grey Sunday morning, With the rain tapping on the window, And no hope of seeing the sun dawning.
By Colleen Millsteed 2 years ago in Poets
Ships Lost at Sea
We are continuously changing In some ways, there never was an old us We’re a living ship of Theseus Thank you for reading my work. If you enjoyed this story, there’s more below. Please hit the like and subscribe button, you can follow me on Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram @AtomicHistorian. To help me create more content, leave a tip or become a pledged subscriber. I also make stickers, t-shirts, etc here.
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Your Time Now
Your time is now Be comfortable in your skin Skin bears the marks of experience Be at home in your body Bodies change like earth’s landscape
By Leslie Writes2 years ago in Poets