First Gong Vol. 8: Thrust FIRST GONG 8 THRUST | Page 127

GRATEFUL HEART - Florence Salawu
In the prison of this world
Yet freedom to leap
Rat holes, Lizard holes, Ant holes
Creations! All have abodes
The world becomes a magical and amazing place through words of gratitude
Someone somewhere is fighting to survive
Still my heart beats
Even if my hands are shaking and
I don’t know what to write
Still my pen ink is ready
Thankful for the availability
Thankful for all, I can always have more and I could also have less.
Grateful for every breath
Even if the sun is hot
The skin still survives
Thankful for the hard times, they had make me stronger
Silent moments have become a joyful noise.
When you see all the proofs that you are better than someone.
It gives you goose bumps
It melts your heart that you’ve not been grateful
Rewire your brain to be happy
Tickle it, when it’s not working well.
Egbon! You can’t tell me there is nothing to be thankful for
There are always one thousand and one things you should be grateful for
Life, seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, years, centuries
Expect nothing appreciate everything
Less attitude more gratitude
Empty your cup of pity and fill it with gratitude
As you waste your breath complaining about life
Someone out there is struggling to breathe or has just taken his last breath
Even words cannot express being thankful
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