To get you through the day today

Piglet's Song

Let's find a Way today,
that can take us to tomorrow.
We'll follow that Way,
A Way like flowing water.

Let's leave behind,
the things that do not matter.
And we'll turn our lives,
to a more important chapter.

Let's take the time and try to find,
what real life has to offer.
And maybe then we'll find again,
what we had long forgotten.
Like a friend, true 'til the end,
it will help us onward.

The sun is high, the road is wide,
and it starts where we are standing.
No one knows how far it goes,
for the road is never-ending.

It goes away,
beyond what we have thought of.
It flows away,
Away like flowing water.

~ Benjamin Hoff ~

(The Te of Piglet)

Is this universe, all the creation,

only a thought, just a thought,
an idea that existed in time before time..

one that fit itself well within a living seed..
just as perfectly as it lives to make the limitless unknown

how does it manage to be both at the same time?
so small that it becomes difficult to sight it..
and so limitless that none can see it in full view..

only a happy, content heart can see it becoming
in its own becoming..like a flower carrying seeds
that give birth to new flowers,
in the never ending journey of life..

which is the flower and which one is the seed?
is all so clear for each to know and BE
thus flowers have been blooming naturally for million years and more,
without needing to remember to know or BE

then is happiness a pre-condition of life?
are we born to be happy?
to be fully blissful & content,
exploring in the journey
woven around time??

This universe is a great living mystery..
like as if a journey never begins when one puts the first step towards life..
its not what one thinks, or what one doesn't think it to be..
its not what's agreeable and what's disagreeable to a mind..
its not what one allows..and/or disallows..

summoning water from its breasts,
a well quenches the thirst of life..
what does a well do when it runs dry?
when the monsoon is far, far away,
does life waits for such a well?


is the answer in consciousness having it naturally,
like the way trees have fruits on it..
or in its awakening...

every becoming, written poem or a song has its destined end..
a one way road that knows no other end..
one that cant be changed any one bit..

for its just not the words but its a purpose that fuels every poem,
a purpose that makes itself known..
even before the poem conceived in poets heart..
for whats comes to life is born with the wisdom

& light to be the form that its known as..


then there are poems...
that wish to come to be known..in the same bliss,
wisdom, beauty, & love
as any divinely creation..

a flowering seed of a happy heart..
that knows no bounds or limits..
wholesomely fulfilled in its existence..

Book of Lamentations.

No doubt this would be the mournful cry of our helpless and oppressed brethren.

Remember O Lord, what has happened to us.
Look at us, and see our disgrace.
Our property is in the hands of strangers;
Foreigners are living in our homes.
Our fathers have been killed by the enemy,
And now our mothers are widows.


We must pay for the waters we drink;
We must buy the wood we need for fuel .
We are ruled by men, who are no better than slaves,
And no one can save us from their power.
Murderers roam through the countryside;
We risk our lives when we look for food.
Hunger has made us burn with fever,
Until our skin is as hot as an oven ..
Our leaders have been taken and hanged;
Our old men are not shown respect
Our young men are forced to grind corn like slaves,
Boys go staggering under heavy loads of wood .
Happiness has gone out of our lives;
Grief has taken the place of our dances .
We are sick at our very hearts
And can hardly see through our tears.
But you O Lord are king forever,
And rule to the end of time.
Why have you abandoned us so long
Will you ever remember us again
Bring us back to you, Lord! Bring us back!
Restore our ancient glory

From Nachi, a new poem

I have been writing poems for last few years..and been dreaming about being a poet all of my life. Although there are many intentions, motivations behind turning a poet..the biggest of them all has been that with every poem and creation I get a glimpse of this peaceful, serene, poetic realm.. I don't have any words for that world.. A spiritual guru and guide has coined a phrase called Easy World for a spiritual world. Maybe I'd call this poetic world an easy world..full of grace, love and light.

There are times when I feel deep connection with this world..a sense of belonging as if I am from this world..and I have promises to fulfill..may not much through actions or words..but just by being.

This poem is personal, honest, from my higher self..about my higher self..having sacred connection..With every poem in recent times I have tried to explore, move in further in understanding of this world, of my higher self..and though on conscious level I do not see significant change..I have certainly been feeling the roots of this higher self reaching to the core of earth. I hope this will signify as growth, positive change in me as a person, poet..and also would give me something more to share with you.

Just as this poem is personal..its also universal. its not about nachi or any one person. This world that I see in my vision is for everyone..infact I feel many have a deep connection and sense of belonging with this world..and hence are doing, being where they are.

I am curious to know what you feel about this poem.. I would love if you could read it any better than me..I am hoping that it will speak to you.

Thank You for allowing me this space, time, Your Attention and Love,

Much Love and Gentle Hugs,

Nachi

There is something living inside a poem.

a beingness coming from a world of its own.

that breaths in & out in unconditional love & ease.

Its blessed with a grace of unique kind.

living beyond the scope of laws of any kind

it lives on simple understanding

that cant be explained to a rational mind.

The world turns itself blind, unable to see the beauty of this world

with their mind chattering, without a pause,

blocking out this calling of love from the poetic realm.

none can understand this living harmony anymore

as everyone is so busy managing life..

While the world waits with aching minds wishing for things to change,

for enlightenment and soulful awakening to come and be

this poetic realm..neither wishes nor awaits for anything to happen or to be

for it understands this completely that enlightenment is just to be at ease.

its as simple as this.

sometimes its not a matter of distance to be traveled

but that of will, to be lead in the journey.

only a poetic heart can decipher this code of this living

as its bestowed with a simple and clear understanding

In this beinginess every step becomes a destination of a new kind.

and every destination turns into a step of reflection

bringing everything together for one purpose alone..called Love.

Here time stands as a witness and Gods stand as Angel

as all is enveloped in Grace that washes over the humanness of life

Everything that touches this life, this beingness

is blessed with a subtle transformation taking place in itself

where the excess baggage of information & knowledge, troubles & pain

all melts into nothingness..and only love remains in the offering..

**

Lessons from Trees


It's important to have roots.

In today's complex world, it pays to branch out.

If you really believe in something, don't be afraid to go out on a limb.

Be flexible so you don't break when a harsh windblows.

Sometimes you have to shed your old bark in order to grow.

If you want to maintain accurate records, keep a log.

It's okay to be a late bloomer.

Avoid people who would like to cut you down.

As you approach the autumn of your life,

you will show your true colors.

Be Brilliant!

In other words "bloom where you are planted and

make the best of what you've got."

~ Anonymous

Life CAN be a walk in the park!

The broad oak was once a little nut that held its ground.

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