Dear Lord, everyday is an interesting day, a day to relive past habits or a day to take a giant leap and move beyond the mountains that we're used to, the mountains of resistance that keeps us stuck, but gosh its so neat when we can, when we do, when we consistently develop new ways, that serves us all, that offers love, ways that are kind, conscientious; lifestyles that are meaningful, healthy, and loving. All it takes is the allowing it, the believing it, the drive, the willingness, the enthusiasm, the knowingness that in us there is strength, and ability, and when we find that inner glow, that inner love, there is no doubt, there is only faith, there is only and unending fate that our mission is set in stone- it's to come back, to come back to love.

times change,hearts change, life changes, our ways change, some remain the same, the sweet morals inside of heart that yearn compassion and forgiveness, the love to a great love,the art of nature,the art of reliving precious moments. some things stay the same, others change, and the watcher of all things there, always present, always wise

divine

I've come back, it's been a while
Some tough roads, some others that are
awfully nice to travel

Yes life has all its perks
from midlife crisis
to a child without a frame-
without a parent to call his own,
just lost, insecure, and alone.

To most, this would never be a perk, but
a sad lonesome way to die-
knowing a parent never loved you,
it would be so natural to just cry

But with a smile I have faith,
that all characters have a face,
a role to play in these few past times
and decades of life-
perhaps its all a show
to teach us wisdom and patience
and love. How much more

can we acknowledge when we are
grateful for such of life's surprises?
Its a tweedeling burst of angel dust
that covers our pride.

Life is more simple
than the average mind admit to agree.
Can we honestly see-
that this is all clearly meant to be?

All of our experiences, all the harshness,
all the gentle smiles, all of life-
all duality of good versus bad
teach us a thing or two, it teaches us
to be wise.

And eventually we come back home,
we remember its essence,
and to our heart's content
we offer some lessons,

So that the next passing soul
near by
has some guidance
that's divine.

Time I've spent wandering alone
challenging times
nowhere to go
but right here,
inside,
deep in my heart,
just viewing the art
and viewing the darnest
things that don't ever last.

The mind just pretends
it "all" matters more
and then without hope
we wander bestowed
upon an incessant
flower of hope
that comes to our window
with nothing but
color to adorn our eyes
and beauty to adorn our sight.

They teach us to stand tall,
to never give up,
to face it all
and embrace the light;
that there is no escape
only surrender
life can never go away
completely unentered.

But once we dive in and
see the plenty there is,
we become accustomed
to adapting and
to truly be.

To truly be
is the question we all deep down hold,
to see beyond the veils of mind
to let it all unfold.

Tensions, pain, and despair-
it all deliberately reminds us
of the emotions we've all, at one
point or another, trapped
deep within.

Yet can we be the watcher
of the darkness and all of its
fury?
Can we be the silence behind
the noise that tries to trick
us wildly?
Can we be the stillness behind
all the melancholic gatherings?
And can our compassion be louder
than the judgement that tempts us?

Can we see the beauty infront of our very
own eyes?
Can we see eachother's hearts, can we see
eachother's love?

Can we choose right now to love
everything that is,
even the tensions that hide
deep within?

Can we treat it all kindly,
with dignity and respect?

And when we don't can we
be to ourselves a forgiving friend?

Are we ready to focus on the
essence of the light
or do we still choose to
entertain drama with all its might?

How focused are we, how
relentlessly driven to
purposeful kindness to life?

And how willing are we to leave
if others choose to continue
life's wicked sights?

Life and all its boldness
teaches me to practice with ease.
So much practice that it gradually
teaches me to BE.
To be the instrument of love
is our birthright and plea,
and to those who are ready,
they choose it with willingness
and become free.

Free
to again see the skies
with a loving heart and
a clear beloved mind,
and to share our warm shiny heart
with those who also choose to
share this kite
of golden melodic dreams,
as it wanders through the sky and breeze,
we again feel the ease
of beloved love and trees.

May we all let eachother to
find our own winding road,
and have faith that we all should meet
at the end of the storm,
let's love eachother lots and
send eachother trust
that we all have the ability to make it,
its all inside US.

When we become the rays of this
blessed divine sun,
we shine and we blossom
just like a flowering bud.

It is our true essence,
it is who we are,
and everything in the surface
are just distractions that we must
face sooner or later, to test us.

Sometimes it seems we're tested
on how badly we entertain all those thoughts
that relentlessly replay in our minds,
until we are tired and just wish to burst,
but instead we've reached rock bottom,
and we're desperately ready to go back home,
and upon viewing the rays of light,
we again find our trust
through the light that welcomes us home,
the light
that surrounds us all in this
blessing fountain of love..

dear God

Dear God, tendencies will come and go; it's not about that, it's how fast you catch it you say.
Dear Love of hearts, path of joy, trandescent, guider of oneness and voice of reason, dear angelic friend, I feel you near, I feel you here,
deep beyond my little ear,
little voice I long to hear.
You are friend
You are sweet
Always loving
Inside I keep
a sweet love song
of you
I honor
I treasure
Appreciate
Surrender
under your wing and flight.

What an awsome sight :)

Story of a little boy

This story is magically told
by a boy who wondered alone
he faced a courage never have felt
he found a freedom he later would tell.
inside of him there were reasons
to love, to find freedom.
There was a will to survive
To live, to find light.

Tall buildings and masses
of people with glasses.
Masses of people walking fast
passing him by as he stood alone.
He was small, his clothes were torn.

Sometimes we think
and can't bear but cry
yet he faced his days
with a will to survive.
He rarely received hugs or kisses
or a kind gesture or even a compliment
yet his will and strength
was empowered by something else-
something grander than thought
and nourishment.

This boy walked alone,
no home, no food, noone to love,
he found no help he thought would help,
but he ended up finding the strength
from somewhere else.

A true vision inside he felt.
Deep in his shirt there was a pocket.
A little note inside the pocket
was left there from a year ago
and all this time he unknowingly stored.

And all alone and full of fear
he reached in his pocket
and as he found the note
he also found a tear
running down his face-
memories of her he suddenly embraced.

He was so happy to read the note
and suddenly found a spark of hope.

It read:
"YOU ARE THE TOOL, THE STRENGTH OF GOD,
YOU CAN MAKE OF THIS LOVE FOR THAT YOU ARE".

He found such strength from this awe inspiring note
that was given to him so long ago.
His great grandma always left him notes of love,
of light and faith and truth and hope.

Everyone else but his great grandma died
and last year she too said goodbye.

He felt again her warmth in his heart.
He remembered the ways she'd look at him
with this loving gaze
that lovingly filled her delightful face.
She would look at him with such love and such peace
and he remembered how it felt to receive
such love with serenity and ease
and totality- for this grand love she had for him
always left him feeling amazed.
He was so loved.
The love was so pure-
and even if he did "wrong"
the eyes of love she'd endure.

Another bunch of tear drops lined his face
and a source of inspiration
relentlessly offered some faith.
He suddenly started looking at himself lovingly-
He started looking at himself sweetly-
He started looking at himself with kindness-
He started looking at himself with forgiveness-
He started looking at himself with gentleness-
He started looking at himself with gratefulness-
He started looking at himself from a place of empowerment,trust, and grace.
He started looking at himself from a place of deep joy
as he'd remember her face.
He started looking at himself the way his great grandmother looked at him,
and this love flourished and promoted
such transformation and hope.

He filled himself with love
he never, when alone, ever felt before.

If it wasn't for her,
love to him would be something unknown.
People who haven't received love from others
often are in a blank
and then they are unable to give
to themselves love and thanks-
because they were never taught this art.

Yet sometimes friends and smiles come along
regardless if in the past there was none-
that open up our own light and spark
and teach us again to love and embark
on a new dear journey
and again become the light
we've been yearning.
It is here, available now,
we can all find it, if we look deep inside somehow.

He started living his life with grace and love.
All of a sudden there was a new kind of smile,
a new kind of presence,
a new kind of child,
a renewed kind of essence.

The people nearby were curious to see
how a homeless boy could be in such peace.

It was the 19th century of madness and wars
yet one day a young woman
came with her horse.

She asked him dearly-
do you have a home?
I want to help,
oh dear child I send you all my love.
I'd like to share with you my love and my heart.
I once had a son here
but we grew apart.
He left the town many years ago-
a youngster then- aspiring a new home, a new life,
away from here, away from "strife",
but he never listened when I would cry-
"peace is not where you are,
peace is what you are in your heart".

The woman said with sadness and sorrow-
you seem so at peace
and there's noone around you.
You live in the cold
and with nowhere to go,
nowhere to stay,
yet the glow in your eyes have swept me away.

You are a child of God and all I long for and strive
is right here infront of my eyes.
Can you humble yourself and teach me
to be what I preached my son to be-
even though it was something I was never able to achieve

The child said- OFF COURSE YES,
and THANK YOU KINDLY for your embrace.
I'll share with you my all-
all my experiences that brought me back "home",
all the experiences that taught me to love,
and you know it's so true
and can you easily see
that you truly and completely are a reflection of me

I learned peace from my great grandma
who taught me to be
the love that I am.
It's so lovely to think
with love in the heart
and nothing else clouding it
for true kindness is in the heart and I'm left fascinated-
and all I see
is the oneness of all,
it's the oneness of we,
I am not just this body,
I am this light,
I am this warmth,
I am this delight
just like you are-
We are ALL one light,
one life, and together
we create a rainbow
of colors and BLISSFUL paradise.

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Show me a flower that cries
and you'll soon see they are more wise
than to relentlessly regret
the fearful thoughts
thus sadly kept.

Even if they sit in a funeral,
they light up the room,
they flower, they bloom.

Flowers teach me how to be,
how to look above
with eyes that see
the sun that glows
the clouds that whisper
a majestic hope
even if its clouded,
for it whispers
that light and love
is up and coming,
be patient
and you'll see it
if you stop from running.

Lovers lean against a rose bud tree
in the misty day while drops of rain
fall their way.

Flowers open up a scent of heaven
that lights our heart
as we embrace them.

Flowers teach us how to be light,
how to be airy,
how to spark.

Flowers are teachers
if we are willing to embrace
the grandest of wisdom
in a whimsical face.

Face of rose buds,
you magically see
all the dimensions
that sometimes we fail to see.

You teach me presence,
you teach me to let go
as I see the dead leaves
leaving your show.

You let go so gracefully,
you allow it to be,
and you renew
as the old ones
go back to earth and flee.

You teach me a lesson
dear flowers of love,
let go of what doesn't serve me
and come back to the dimension
of hope, and love,
and sweetness that we are made of.

In the end it's all a lesson,
can we come back home?
can we come back to what we trust?
can we come back to where we belong?
can we come back to the light of sweetness
that melts our hearts and shine our paths?
can we look at one another with forgiveness
because they are all going thru the same path?

We are evolving slowly
or we are evolving fast,
we are finding our center,
in the midst of the hurricane mash.

We are looking at profoundness
for the solutions in our daily corner,
and each time with practice-
our practice becomes stronger.

Our life becomes more bolder,
more happy, more light, more free,
if we can be like flowers,
that's when we can really be.