Light was her companion, Shadows her playmates, Born with a heart of gold, The kid was always full of hope. Taking her little fingers out, She made shapes of butterfly and goat, Laughing at allher creations, She never thought that she would face a retaliation. Growing up she made jokes on all the shadow creatures that she made, Making stories for her play, She directed them how to move, And was proud to write their screenplays.
Situations changed, The kid grew upto become a fine young woman, She never remembered her little friends, And forgot about all the plays that she madefor them. Now,the light she loved became dimmer day by day, Atlast,to find herself all alone in a dark way, Scared to death, She tried to find back her shadow friends.
All in a vain, Not knowing about the darkness that she was in, "Where are you all? I'm afraid, please come back", she screamed, But, things were going to unfold in a way that she never would have thought or could have dreamed. In darkness, her friends started to show their true colours, Even her own shadow disappeared leaving her distressed, All other ones played a different gamewith her, This time, they wrote a screenplay for her. -JMJ
When life pulls you down again and again, get back up, put on your shoes and go outside. Keep your eyes open and observe. It is where the nature teaches you how to be strong and positive againstall the adversities; not just to survive but to thrive.
-JMJ
Flowers grow out of dark moments.
Corita Kent
I want to stay a while, wrapped in silence, the way the trees and rocks and the ground beneath my feet are wrapped in moss and ivy and soft, green lichen.
Cathy Cassidy
Deep sleeps the winter, cold, wet, and grey; surely all the world is dead; spring is far away. Wait! the world shall waken; it is not dead, for lo, the Fair Maids of February stand in the snow!
Cicely Mary Barker
Does the robin sing because the cold of winter is leaving or the warmth of spring is coming? Or might he be singing because each without the other would lessen both?
Craig D. Lounsbrough
Obstacles don’t have to stop you. If you run into a wall, don’t turn around and give up. Figure out how to climb it, go through it or work around it.
The bare trees stand at winter nights, With fragile bodies and no blankets of leaves to cover, Keeping their heads up and hopes high, Waiting for a good time to come. And you shower all your light, That you received as a gift from someone, Because you know what darkness means, So,you just reflect the kindness over them. -JMJ
When the night falls, Sun leaves you and the darkness starts to fill your eyeballs, When you stumble on every rock on your way, All alone on a road in a land far far away, When all you can hear are the screams of stillness, And you find signs of increasing frailness, Open your eyes and look in the sky, As the moon and stars are not saying you goodbye, Feel the ground, And walk as if you own the land, Listen to the sound of wind in the trees, The music of the rustling leaves, Settle your nerves, Because you are a part of this powerful universe. -JMJ
A Life's Journey 