cathynli namuli
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Don’t Tell Me Life is an Empty Dream
Do not tell me in a sorrowful tone that life is just an empty dream. For the soul is truly dead that sleeps away, and things are never quite what they seem. Life is real, life is earnest, and the grave is not its final goal. "Dust thou art, to dust returnest" was never meant for the soul.
By cathynli namuliabout a year ago in Poets
A Reflection on Life, Death, and Eternal Presence
Do not stand at my grave and weep,I am not there; I do not sleep. These opening lines of the poem remind us that death is not the end. The poet urges us to look beyond the grave, beyond the physical, and understand that life, in its essence, continues to resonate in myriad forms. Instead of mourning at a grave, the poet invites us to experience their presence in the natural world around us a presence that is ever-living, ever-changing, and profoundly interconnected with the fabric of life itself.
By cathynli namuliabout a year ago in Poets
Embracing the Open Road
Light and free, I step onto the open road. I’m healthy, unburdened, with the whole world ahead of me the long, winding path stretches out, ready to take me wherever I wish. From now on, I ask for no luck; I am my own good fortune. I won’t complain or postpone. No more whining, no more longing for what I don’t have. I’m done with cramped rooms, tired arguments, and empty criticisms. Strong and satisfied, I walk the open road.
By cathynli namuliabout a year ago in Poets
Did You Make a Difference Today?
Did you make someone happier just by passing their way? Will anyone remember the words you spoke to them today? As this day comes to an end and its busy hours fade away, will anyone think of you with a smile for something kind you did or say?
By cathynli namuliabout a year ago in Poets
Live Boldly, Die Nobly
Live your life in a way that the fear of death never finds a place in your heart. Troublemaking over religion serves no one; instead, respect others’ beliefs and expect the same respect for your own. Cherish your life, make it the best it can be, and fill it with beauty. Aim to live long and with purpose, always in service to your people. When the time comes to cross the great divide, be ready with a noble death song.
By cathynli namuliabout a year ago in Poets
The Gift of Pain
Your pain is the breaking of the shell that guards your understanding. Just as the hard stone of a fruit must crack open so its heart can bask in the sunlight, so too must you endure pain to grow. If you could keep your heart open to the daily wonders of life, your pain would appear as wondrous as your joy, and you would embrace the changing seasons of your heart, just as you welcome the seasons that pass over your fields. You would watch with calm through the winters of your sorrow.
By cathynli namuliabout a year ago in Poets
Defeat, My Fierce Companion
Defeat, my defeat my solitude and my distance from the world you are more precious to me than a thousand victories, sweeter to my heart than all the world’s glory. In you, I find a deeper connection to myself, a truth beyond triumphs and applause. Defeat, my defeat you are my self-awareness, my defiance. Through you, I see that I am still young and quick, not weighed down by the fading laurels of past successes. In your company, I find the humility and joy of being shunned and scorned, unchained from the expectations of others.
By cathynli namuliabout a year ago in Poets
The Challenge of Keeping Your Head
If you can stay calm when everyone around you is losing their heads and blaming you, and if you can trust yourself when others doubt you, yet still make space for their doubts; if you can wait patiently without growing tired, or face lies without becoming deceitful, or endure hate without letting it consume you, and yet remain humble, not letting pride overtake your words then you have truly mastered yourself.
By cathynli namuliabout a year ago in Poets
Rage Against the Dying of the Light
Do not go gentle into that good night; fight fiercely against the fading light. Old age should burn and rave at the close of day rage, rage against the dying of the light. Even the wise, who know that darkness is inevitable, refuse to surrender quietly because their words, though wise, have never pierced the sky with the force of lightning. They do not go gentle into that good night.
By cathynli namuliabout a year ago in Poets
If Tomorrow Starts Without Me
If tomorrow starts without me, and I’m not there to see, if the sun rises and your eyes are filled with tears for me, I hope you won’t cry the way you did today, remembering all the things we didn’t get to say. I know how much you love me—as much as I love you. I know you’ll miss me every time you think of me.
By cathynli namuliabout a year ago in Poets
A Moment of Stillness
Let’s do something different. Let’s count to 12 and be still. Just once, let’s pause as a world, not speaking in any language, not moving a muscle. Imagine this: a moment without rushing, without the hum of engines, without the noise that fills every second of our lives.
By cathynli namuliabout a year ago in Poets
