LOVE IS WONDERFUL. !

I love being in love.
I think too many of us just simply are afraid to love.
To love is to "let go",
to give and not to expect,
to feel, to simply do because you want to do.

When you love because you love,
there is no sense of rejection
and even the transient pain
is testimony
of your love.

LOVE !

Towards The Light

YOU LIKE JIGSAW PUZZLES, BABE?

She wrote this to me:

Hi dude! How u doin? For me, well, life goes on. Sometimes it feels like the sunshine and the breeze never go away. I bask in it man! At other times, it feels like real shit. U know what I mean? Oh God, why must it be a roller coaster?

I dunno dude. Life can get confusing most times, know what I mean? Don’t get me wrong. I wanna be a good person and all that. Heck, I am a good person. But shit, people can really f*** u up sometimes. I mean people you trust. Friends. Shit! When friends betray you, it reaaally hurts. I mean, how do u trust people after all that huh? Life got to go on, I suppose.

Anyways, thanks for listening.

Be good. Ciao!


I replied:

Hi babe! I’m aright. Chill it. There aint no fun with sunshine and no rain. Hey babe…enjoy both. Bask in both. You never know why the pain. Maybe to make the gain taste better huh?

Confusing? Seems so, rite? I like to think it is challenging and maybe exciting. Know what I mean? Its like playing jigsaw puzzle, putting the pieces together….needs lots of patience…and when you piece it together one day, then you’ll know. What’s the hurry babe? You late to go somewhere? Enjoy putting the pieces together, patiently, every moment. You’ll get there but get there by enjoying the journey.

That’s great isn’t it – meeting shitty people? I mean, how could we appreciate the good ones without these scumbags around? But don’t be too angry with them or hate them. They are lost too. Just ignore them and get on with the cool ones around you. Plenty of them out there – waiting to meet you –in time.

Thanks too for writing to me. In that sense, you shared a moment of my life.

Take care. Boi-boi!

Why Third Eye?

They asked. Are not the two eyes enough? I can only answer as such: if it was, why was the third eye given? There must be a purpose in everything that exists.

There are many things that the two eyes see which are not. There are many things which are, which the two eyes do not see. The truth is when you see, you not only see with your eyes, but you see with the baggage that is in your mind.

Some see the plurality of human groupings, languages, culture and religions as divisive and a problem for unity. Other sees it as a blessing from the Supreme and a matter to be celebrated by the mortals. The diversity enriches and excites their otherwise mundane lives.

The Third Eye will teach you to see what your soul sees. But many fear this.

Most mortals have no sense of their own. They like cows that move in a herd. Like the cow who thinks that only grass is food, and the ranch is the world, most mortals too believe that their space is the world.

Hence in this make belief world that their mind and ignorance has created, they wreck as much mischief as their ignorance and arrogance will allow. To make the mischief palatable, they confer awards, rewards and praises on each other.

In this sense, the journey called life is a painful path because almost every mortal conspires in their selfish quest to make living as miserable an experience as possible for everyone.

The Third Eye sees this and understands that in the ultimate analysis, the illusion of life will not deter him from peaceful coexistence with nature. He will not be cajoled to be part of the conspirators though praise or scorn is heaped upon him.

How can one trust the one that, in futility, tries to deceive the Supreme? Those who attempt to be gods over men when their own death and sickness they have no power to prevent? When as the Book says, they cannot prevent even the fly from taking away their food before their very eyes?

Most see the wealth, family, power and influence that they have as symbols and expressions of their greatness. The Third eyes sees them nothing more and nothing less that what is. And the Third Eye knows that it is but the most formidable of tests of the body that is prone to self aggrandizement.

You may see that which is happening as something new. But the Third Eye sees this but as a cycle – a repetition of old things to new people with the same tests.

But many fear to use the Third Eye for it tells you as it is.

SILENCE

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just me.

Senses and Sensations

Are you not glad?
You have two eyes that see
A mouth that speaks
Ears that hear and feet that walks
Hands that grasps.

Are you not glad?
Your eyes see the richness and good life around you
You mouth speaks of wealth and luxury
Your ears hear the best of music and pleasantries
Your hands grasp the healthy hands of those you love

I too have
Eyes – that see despair and suffering around me
Mouth –that can express only sympathy
Ears- that hear cries of hunger from the young that have yet to learn restraint
Hands that hold the dying and the sick around me.

I am from Ethiopia, Palestine,
Bangladesh, India,
Mozambique and such
Why do we have the same senses
But different sensations?

I praise the Lord that you
do not have to experience what I do
I am grateful that
your eyes do not see the daily destruction and death around me
your ears do not hear the cries of children and frightened men and women
your mouth do not tell lies of a hopeful future
your hands do not hold your head in states of despair.

My friend,
I apologise
For sharing with you
this morbid sensations that my senses feel
Forgive me for disturbing your peace
For I succumbed to my weakness to share.

I beseech you,
Forget what I said
Continue with your happy lives
For you deserve it.
We do not.

Just me.

WHY NOT JUST KILL ME?

Let me go down on my knees
Let me humble myself at your feet
Let me say I am sorry

I am sorry for the color of my skin
I am for my language
I am sorry that my parents are poor
I am that their color is not the same as your parents
I am sorry that my children follow my color
I am sorry I was born this way.

I am not excusing myself
But it is the truth:
I had no say the way I am to be born.
If I know my color will offend you so much
And if I could
I would have asked not to be born
So that you may be happy.
So that you may have it all.

I offer this from the bottom of my heart
To appease you
For the fault of my skin color
Please take my life
Just kill me
BUT one thing I ask:

Please let my parents and my children live
As human beings
As you
with dignity and love.

just me.