While inside the institution I had to figure out how to pay my debt to society as well figuring out a path to redemption. I then transitioned from Prisoner to Poet. I used my pen and paper as a form of expression releasing anger, frustration and ultimately finding out who I am. When you're alone, there is an opportunity to find out who you are and decide what you want to become.
I decided to seek freedom in thought as display those thoughts on the pages of this book. Devin D. Coleman is an author, poet, and public speaker whose work embodies the art of turning tragedy into triumph. This item is printed on demand. Seller Inventory Seller Inventory APC Book Description AuthorHouse.
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Go find yourself in its hidden depths. Dancing is when you rise above both worlds, tearing your heart to pieces and giving up your soul. In your light I learn how to love. In your beauty, how to make poems. You dance inside my chest where no-one sees you, but sometimes I do, and that sight becomes this art.
Dance in the middle of the fighting. Dance in your blood. A divine dance appears in the soul and the body at the time of peace and union. Anyone can learn the dance, just listen to the music.
Be kind to yourself, dear — to our innocent follies. Forget any sounds or touch you knew that did not help you dance. You will come to see that all evolves us. In order to understand the dance one must be still. And in order to truly understand stillness one must dance. Dance, and make joyous the love around you. Dance, and your veils which hide the Light shall swirl in a heap at your feet. We came whirling out of nothingness, scattering stars like dust… The stars made a circle, and in the middle, we dance.
I am a drunkard from another kind of tavern. I dance to a silent tune. I am the symphony of stars. There are a thousand ways to kneel and kiss the ground; there are a thousand ways to go home again. Put your thoughts to sleep, do not let them cast a shadow over the moon of your heart. Let go of thinking. On what is fear : Non-acceptance of uncertainty. If we accept that uncertainty, it becomes an adventure! When you go through a hard period, when everything seems to oppose you, when you feel you cannot even bear one more minute, never give up! Because it is the time and place that the course will divert!
Why are you so enchanted by this world, when a mine of gold lies within you?
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You were born with potential. You were born with goodness and trust. You were born with ideals and dreams. You were born with greatness. You were born with wings. If something makes you happy in this world, you should think of what will happen to you if that thing were taken away. If reason dominates in man, he rises higher than angels. If lust overpowers man, he descends lower than the beast. Would you become a pilgrim on the road of love? The first condition is that you make yourself humble as dust and ashes. Love is the water of life. Everything other than love for the most beautiful God is agony of the spirit, though it be sugar-eating.
What is agony of the spirit? To advance toward death without seizing hold of the water of life. If in thirst you drink water from a cup, you see God in it. Those who are not in love with God will see only their own faces in it. To become spiritual , you must die to self, and come alive in the Lord.
Only then will the mysteries of God fall from your lips. To die to self through self-discipline causes suffering but brings you everlasting life. There is a loneliness more precious than life. There is a freedom more precious than the world.
Infinitely more precious than life and the world is that moment when one is alone with God. Now be silent. Let the One who creates the words speak. He made the door. He made the lock. He also made the key. We are all the same… all the same… longing to find our way back… back to the One… back to the only One! God turns you from one feeling to another and teaches by means of opposites so that you will have two wings to fly, not one. Poem 1 Love came and became like blood in my body. It rushed through my veins and encircled my heart.
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Poem 2 I will be waiting here… For your silence to break, for your soul to shake, for your love to wake. Poem 3 I was dead, then alive. Weeping, then laughing. The power of love came into me, and I became fierce like a lion, then tender like the evening star. Poem 4 I choose to love you in silence, for in silence I find no rejection.
I choose to love you in loneliness, for in loneliness no one owns you but me. I choose to adore you from a distance. For distance will shield me from pain. I choose to kiss you in the wind, for the wind is gentler than my lips. I choose to hold you in my dreams, for me in dreams, you have no ends.
Poem 5 I have lived on the lip of insanity, wanting to know reasons, knocking on a door. It opens. Poem 7 I am so close, I may look distant.
So completely mixed with you, I may look separate. So out in the open, I appear hidden. So silent, because I am constantly talking with you. Poem 8 I was a tiny bug. Now a mountain. I was left behind. Now honored at the head. You healed my wounded hunger and anger, and made me a poet who sings about joy.
Poem 9 Sometimes in order to help He makes us cry. Happy the eye that sheds tears for His sake. Fortunate the heart that burns for His sake.
Poems of A Prisoner
Laughter always follow tears. Blessed are those who understand. Life blossoms wherever water flows. Where tears are shed divine mercy is shown. Poem 10 Doing as others told me, I was blind. Coming when others called me, I was lost. Then I left everyone, myself as well. Then I found everyone, myself as well. Bonus Poem 11 This is how it always is when I finish a poem. A great silence overcomes me and I wonder why I ever thought to use language. Dive in the ocean, leave and let the sea be you. I am grateful for this site.
Thank you. I love you Rumi. You are the soul I have been seeking. Thank you for blessing me with your wisdom. Thanks, Anoushka! So inspiring! It takes not only great patience to enter the light of truth, but great courage, for all your beliefs will be tested. It is not impossible for us to live a life of love. To live a life with grace and true happiness, it is required.
Devin D. Coleman (Author of Prisoner to Poet)
Seek the deep wisdom of this life and find compassion, true love and peace and you will then see the eternal path, without beginning or end. I too often forget the bliss of meditation and slip swiftly and silently into the madness of civilization. The true reality is right in front of you, though hidden. You need only turn on the light of awareness, banish the illusions, and find peace in wisdom. What an interesting human!! Yes, I loved Rumi! Thanks for your comment. Depth to the core…. He says what the heart wants to say but cannot express….
I wish I could follow Rumi. Every pain teaches us something. Such beauty and truth shared on this website. Your energy is being spent wisely, elegantly, all for our illumination. Thank you for keeping Rumi in our awareness. I am not this hair, I am not this skin, I am the soul that lives within. We are so much more than our appearances. The inner life, once discovered and nurtured, becomes a world in itself.
So touched to read your story. I can feel your journey. What Grace that Rumi came out across the ages and mikes to lead you Home. Blessings blessings.
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