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POETRY Reading: Sweet Gratitude, by Claudio Laniado

Narrated by Val Cole

POEM:

Sweet gratitude because I can walk, talk, eat, drink, enjoy a beautiful sunset , have a home , carry a home within myself, share of myself with loving kindness to those who I meet, and inspiring others to do the same because love and compassion for me is a start of a way to act toward my fellow earthlings.
My love overflows as I tap into the power of love and compassion because love and compassion can be stronger than the love of power.
Our earth may be crumbling but it is to remind us tis time to get out of the mud, to walk together in a path that unites all despite our many differences. It’s time to unite to save any love and compassion you might have.
Our humanity needs you!
Bring on the greatest fight you will have, for love and compassion to your fellow earthlings!
Join us lovers and compassionate people, before the world crumbles. Find gratitude between the lines.

By producer of Forbidden Tango, Claudio Laniado

Read Poem: Sweet Gratitude, by Claudio Laniado

By producer of Forbidden Tango, Claudio Laniado

Read Poetry: Finally, by Sophia Ananda

Genre: Hope, Faith, Trust, Love, Insight, Spiritual, Spirit, Spirituality, Soul, Soulful, Connected, Connection, Human, Humans, Peace, Peaceful, Inner peace.

”Hi! How are you?” he asked,

tired and not prepared for her answer,

when opening his arms.

She did not stop to breathe, instead

she opened up, nothing smooth about it,

more like an erupting volcano.

”I am true generosity

and I am

the not wanted envy.”

”I am the purest of white

and I am the blackness of sorrow,

with tiny streaks of grey.”

”I am the golden morning light,

and I am

the dense evening darkness.”

”I am in fact the earthly beginning,

as much as I am

the heavenly end.”

He sat down and sighed,

exhausted after a day’s work,

then cleared his throat and whispered.

”Why? What happened?” he asked,

wiping away the beads of sweat

on his tanned and wrinkled forehead.

”Me … I heard the real me

for the first time,

and it was loud and clear. Just like you.”

She took his cold, sweaty hand,

gently touched his cheek and smiled.

”It was I who finally happened.”

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