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Greetings all, peace be upon you.
A quick introduction,
I am someone with lived experience and I am here on these forums to help and assist those who wish for assistance and guidance in navigating the storm.
I have posted this in the "somethings not right" section because it's likely to be where people come who are seeking the most urgent and direct assistance and understanding.
I would like to share 3 poems that I have written which may help those going through a tough time by providing a new perspective, allowing one to make the choice to transform and rise above suffering.
If you have any questions or wish for any guidance and assistance through this time of transformation, you are free to ask and I will get back to you as soon as I can.
So, 3 poems, of which all have cryptic and deeper meaning, though I wish to allow all to interperet each in thier own way as they will serve all in different ways.
One is about Cats, another about the Eagle and another is about no worries with a deeper truth.
The Cat-alyst 
The Egyptians gave praise to the Gods with the fur,
who sit with you quietly and heal you with purs.
In the delight of just being, they're warm in the sun
as they soak up the bliss, the day has begun.
The hairs of the Cat are like the eyes of the fly,
they see what one can't with ones own naked eye.
Aware are their senses; receptive to life,
They know when you're down or your heart is in strife.
When one is uneasy and emotions increase
they sit on your lap and are quickly at peace.
They always take pride and care of themselves
and catch all the mice that hide in the shelves.
The call of the moon takes them out to the night,
but if you don't let them out they won't hold you with spite.
They will always find the comfiest place
and don't be upset if they sleep on your face.
So if your life falls apart in a great big disaster;
just look to the Cats who are their own Master.
Aquila (Eagle)
I would like to share the eyes of the sky,
The view of the Eagle and how life is up high.
I can tell you the stories of far away lands,
From the fertile valleys to the desolate sands.
I know all the rivers and where they may bend,
where they start and where they end.
From the driest earth to the thickest snow,
I rise above any problem below.
From the blackest clouds come violent storms,
They roll the hills as chaos forms
Lightning strikes as thunder speaks,
The language I know because I live on the peaks.
I am attuned to the sky that is peaceful and still,
My feathers are light and I go where I will;
Over the ranges and mountains so high,
Above the peaks and beyond the sky.
No matter the matter
No matter the matter one gives to the form,
The way it behaves or the way it is born.
The way they may play and dance on the stage,
The way they may love or hate with a rage.
No matter the matter of what it may be,
If it flies in the sky or it swims in the sea.
If it walks on the land with two hands and two feet,
Or burrows the sand with no limbs it's complete.
No matter the matter of what it may be
If it's from outer space or a world we can't see.
One thing I know, that always will be;
Is that all of creation sprouts from the same tree.
So, no matter the matter the form of disguise
Or what one may see with the limited eyes,
If one is so bold to unveil the lies,
Then one will discover the I of all eyes.
Wishing you all wellness through this time, you are not alone,
All crisis' are an opportunity to enhance our lives,
It is pressure upon the Coal which turns them into Diamonds,
Tough times don't last but tough people do.
Be well brothers and sisters of Humanity, we will all get through this together.
Namaskaram,
Guiding_Light
