Don’t wait. The time will never be just right.
– Napoleon Hill
Don’t wait. The time will never be just right.
– Napoleon Hill
When we least expect it, life sets us a challenge to test our courage and willingness to change; at such a moment, there is no point in pretending that nothing has happened or in saying that we are not yet ready. The challenge will not wait. Life does not look back. A week is more than enough time for us to decide whether or not to accept our destiny.
– Paulo Coelho, The Devil and Miss Prym
Sipping hot tea by the fire, watching raindrops
leave trails on the windowpane;
There she was, walking idly in the rain,
strolling along, not a care in the world.
Here and there they rush around, hunched over to
protect themselves from the icy onslaught;
And there she was, enjoying the feel of cool rain on warm skin,
sticking her tongue out to taste the sky.
The streets are dotted with umbrellas, both young and old
decked out in vibrant and colorful raincoats;
But she, such a silly girl, had want of neither,
lauging instead at the quizzical stares of passersby.
It is warm and dry by the fire, safe and sound
wrapped up in a blanket, so afraid to catch a chill;
She was thoroughly soaked, her clothes sticking to every curve,
leaving so little to the imagination of twisted minds.
She stares out at the throng, all hurrying to some place new,
thinking about the girl she once was;
She skipped in the rain, splashing puddles all the way home,
dreaming of love, romance and Paris.
© Sharon Kaur-Schuelke
one step forward
two steps backwards
two steps forward
one step backwards
on and on spinning the wheel
round and round the wheels go
so much movement
too much inertia
so much ability
too much exhaustion
on and on spinning the wheel
round and round the wheels go
© Sharon Kaur-Schuelke
Over Time we have no hold, who
Winding down the soundless clocks,
Sets the momentum of our Life.
Over us Time has no hold;
For we who dance to his beats,
Will one day transcend into Eternity.
© Sharon Kaur-Schuelke
The wheels of Time churn endlessly,
My mind oscillates between then & now,
Blurring the edges of reality:
Sanity, threatened by fireballs of pain,
I lie awake & pray… Are you there?
© Sharon Kaur-Schuelke