Optimism is a practice.
Gratitude is a decision.
Forgiveness is a choice.
I am in control.
The father has two children.
He loves the first born more.
He loves them the same.
The first born is spoiled.
She has been given many and many are asked of her.
She knows her father's love is a golden ticket.
She is wild and prideful ignoring her father's chastisement.
The other child does not show love or compassion toward her.
Instead, critisies her out of jealousy and self righteousness.
The father is in deep grief. All he ever wanted is for his children to love him and love one another.
This is a tale inspired by Israel and the Gentiles.
I was walking in idle steps down the park brown grass dry wind A woman with grey hair wearing plastic bags to keep warm laughing mumbling in her own merry world Why am I so sad so depressed got out of a warm bed in snug clothes I keep walking aimlessly to nowhere but following the woman She suddenly becomes my focal point and the only highlight I can recall in my pethetic expired life
You are a bully
and a big fat liar
Your propaganda runs wild
in broad daylight
You deprive us of our well-being
by cutting us out of human contact
in the name of false safety
We are united by love
standing in our spirit of power
with sound minds
to fight you
to cast you down
crawl back to your master
down on the ground
into eternal darkness
Finally I am with you again
You seem angry
Howling wind on a sunny day
I don't demand warm embrace
It is enough for me
to breathe in your scent
to be wrapped around by your emotions
Being with you
every particle of me
When the world is behaving manic
My world is surely shaken
So if you'll excuse me
I have a little acting out to do
To calm my ecstatic sanity
In the dead of the night
I sank to the bottom of the ocean
Bound by the tentacles of grief
Muted and suffocated
You cradled me with all you are
All my sorrow, frantic struggle
Released into pearly tears
Warm on my cheeks
I rose to put on the garment of praise
worshiped to the heavenly place
You are smiling and walking away
in sheer soulless delight
The day soon turns into night
hindering my footsteps from chasing you
into the horizon cloaked in twilight
I memorise your laughter as the wind chime
transmitting me to you on the ebony land
Geoffrey Gurrumul Yunupingu (22 January 1971 – 25 July 2017)
I can’t turn off the news or people’s concern
I can’t turn off the fear people project
I can turn on God’s voice
And amplify His love