Bits of my heart 2020

 As a kid time had a different meaning bed time, storytime, dinnertime,study time, playtime.  Scientists even made a atomic clock which measures to 100th of a nano second or even less. As adults we know time drags time stands still, time flies. Now we are in for a surprise quantum physicist say, time doesn't exist. So next time don't ask what time it is reframe what time is😰

Our Constitution speaks the same and our Scriptures voice the same, then why are we so different. As children we showed off our toys, as adults our wealth, as national leaders we show off our nuclear warheads and missiles. Instead of showing off social benefits, we are doing for our respective nations. Why why are we like this a small virus stopped us in our tracks made us stoop and almost packed us on our last journey despite that we are adamant not to change. We join MLM's thinking there is gold at the end of the chain. Why can't we form an MLM to bring about the necessary change, perched where I am this is the maximum I can do motivate, encourage, and be the change I speak and dream off. The famous dialogue from Rocky " if I can change, you can change, we all can change.

 If the creator is white and the devil black, then creation must be grey. Good and evil, like the keys of a piano, colored white and black, both are needed to create music, overcoming the negative, strengthens the resolve of the positive. At times wedged between sanity and insanity by a shower of positive and negative thoughts, steering the boat called life becomes tumulus. Just to make the reader 🤔 

Stay low a 100 streams flow into the sea, lay low don't flaunt your wealth, power and knowledge you will scare away friend and foe Give your ear sincerely and earnestly even to the boring ramble, don't prepare your speech as you listen, even a fool's rant at times lights the lamp. When you don't compare or compete respect will follow. Being humble as you grow will keep ego and greed at bay. If you want to light another's path be like a candle lend your light and flame to light his path and candle. This is neither prose nor poetry they are bits of my heart 

 You are a creator your thoughts, imagination, intuition , and your dreams, are the tools. You can create heaven on earth, or hell depends on what you think. You can create darkness or light in your life you can stretch time to suit your needs. Your thoughts control time, if you love what you are doing time flies if you hate, time drags its feet. The most powerful weapon you have is forgiveness.., forgive everyone and everything, forgive yourself first. If your cup is filled with hatred how can love and compassion seep into a full cup, so empty it of hatred, jealousy, and the like with forgiveness as the tool to remove what is unnecessary. The human mind fears success as much as failure. Replace fear with caution and take action. Make your mind still like the surface of a placid lake with not a ripple. In this stillness bring your dreams alive without breaking a sweat the goal you achieve.

 I was a great favorite, many a life form lived in me. On my bank's lush green vegetation spread like a heavenly carpet. Beyond this, toiling farmers tilled the land all we're happy the air was pure, the water so clear you could see the bottom. Then the disease called progress caught up in this heavenly land. Farmland turned into brown industrial buildings. The streams and rivulets, that fed my ego and my soul were blocked by paths and roads made for the rising industries on both my sides. In place of natural streams, industrial streams carrying waste flowed into me. Little by little I shrunk in size and depth pollution changed my color from blue to brown and then to dirty black. Life forms left me or died a breathless death, from a mighty river, I was becoming a stream maybe in time a string of puddles. Who is to blame, people who started industries at such a fragile site, or the farmers who sold their soul for a years toil in the bank. Or is it the politicians, who ...

 "You're icy hands I can feel but cannot see, I am young all my dreams are near the finish line. "Spare me just a couple of years and I'll welcome you with both hands. " Oh, dear wife hold my hand tell him not to take this stand, give him all we have, and ask him to strike my name from this end game just a while. "Nothing you give can bring a smile I am duty-bound to finish the task providence bestowed upon me. " I am the key I am the path to heaven or hell whichever your lot is cast. " It is neither a pleasure nor pain I am duty-bound to take your soul from you. " Refrain you talk with me and pray to whichever god, you believe to bless your soul and house it where it be deserved.

 My mirror often finds me a stranger my eyes haven't melted with the warmth of my heart. I haven't read the meaning of the frown lines on my forehead. Have yet to learn to form smile lines to replace the frown. I haven't taken a step forward emotionally I am on zero miles stone. How will I know the strength of my wings if I have not flown? Thought I was directionless not realizing that the fun of flying is in the flight and not direction. Our whole life is less than a chalk line on the blackboard of eternity. I realize of late, fate can shackle my feet and clip my wings, but it cannot stop my dreams and through them, I will work out a path to fulfill my destiny. All this is possible, the moment I realize that I am the stranger in the mirror.

 I am a flower in the desert, I have no competition for my beauty and grace I rule over this wasteland. I am not plucked, to decorate the hair of some damsel, I am left alone to complete the cycle of my short but sweet life. I shall not leave this land of mine, for any hinterland, or land of urban beauty, satisfied I am and thankful to nature for bestowing peace of mind.

 Learn one lesson early in life, be happy with yourself, expecting nothing from others. When you expect nothing and get a little from the world, your joy knows no bounds. Expectation changes the quality of the gift or service received. Often we laugh a lot and don't smile, we build a wall of sorrow and write happy lines. When the voice in your heart and words in your mouth are one, magic will happen in every relation.  When tears are shed for self, it's but selfishness but when shed for another it becomes a silent prayer for the one.

 You can be young at heart, but times moment will have a toll on your physical form. White creeps into your hair like the winter of the head has begun. Wrinkles on your face and a feeble gait might dominate you. If you're young in mind and can smile despite the creaking frame, then heaven you have in your space.  Follow your heart and be religious as shown below. Cherish all living beings with a boundless heart. This is the greatest religion in the world.

I need, glasses to figure out what's in front of me. But with closed eyes, I can see my childhood flashing before me. At times, I need the GPS to get back home yet I still remember the criss-cross lanes behind my childhood home. The trees I climbed, the friends I teased, the fall that broke my knee. Dirty hands, soiled clothes, stain on my face all was allowed. Parents were bothered, only how much marks I got and not how much time I spent, with my nose in an open book. These memories come to me strongly, as I watch my children, play on artificial grass, monkey bars, and iron slides to match. Hands clean and sanitized nails cut and hair properly dressed. A tear somewhere at the corner of my eyes as I sadden, thinking of the magic my children and the child of today are missing out. I still need glasses. 

  You cannot find him in books or Scriptures, he resides in a place beyond your sight. Remove all the masks you wear and look inward, to see the real you, unmasked. Once your sight adjusts to the light radiating from the real you. As you search with newfound sight, you might see a glimpse of him, somewhere in the twilight. __________________________________________ Modern Childhood I need, glasses to figure out what's in front of me. But with closed eyes, I can see my childhood flashing before me. At times, I need the GPS to get back home yet I still remember the criss-cross lanes behind my childhood home. The trees I climbed, the friends I teased, the fall that broke my knee. Dirty hands, soiled clothes, stain on my face all was allowed. Parents were bothered, only how much marks I got and not how much time I spent, with my nose in an open book. These memories come to me strongly, as I watch my children, play on artificial grass, monkey bars, and iron slides to ...

 Deep within me, a child resides he knows no grammar nor worldly-wise. If education and knowledge, threaten to kill the child then I prefer to go grammerless and save the child. Few words I know, I put together not to touch the soul of the wise, but just to give freedom to the child within. The child within is very small, but remember the eyes are small, they see far, as far as the horizon. Hope to see through your eyes hope you see through mine too.

 When your soul stirs to divine music and precious tears roll, the heart is cleansed to receive good thoughts and more. A perfect house you can design, a home you will have to allow to bloom on trust love, and sacrifice. The fruits that grow on a tree from the soil of such a home, will be happiness and bliss.

 If life was a song, and I were to sing what tune would I use, to sing the song of life. I would use the tune of love, the tune of friendship. In this world it's not important who you are or what. It's important what you are to the loved ones around you. If life was a dance, what steps would I take l would take the steps of freedom, and prance like a deer, to gods tune of love and freedom. If life was love, whom would I love, I would love all of mankind and all gods creatures big and small. I have only one life, I will make most of it by spreading the word of love through my songs and poems.  Bringing a smile on a sad face, hope for the one in despair, and help for the one in need. I would share all my toys and joys with friend and foe alike for life is short and we have very little time to squabble.  God give me the strength, of heart and soul to be all this and more, today and everyday of my life.

 The night is but a shadow our planet, throws on us. An illusion created and we fall for it and fall asleep. The universe is awake all the time, the sand in the clock is slipping grain by grain while we sleep. Let us wake to the new marrow, an illusion or true tomorrow. Let us undress not just clothes, but bare our souls and bath in ourselves by ourselves like the snowflake. Cleaned this way, let us kneel and pray, that we become worthy of this birth bestowed on us, in such a dark period of living beings on this earth

I dreamt I was walking in the woods, watching a stream wind through fallen leaves. The stream sparkling here and there, where the moon found a gap to light. The foliage allowed the moon to peep, thus lighting and showing the way. Flowers on the path colors so perfect a little bit more, a little bit less, would diminish it's beauty from the rest. Far away from the din and clamor, of human dwelling, the silence creates a peace so profound, that feels a bit unreal even to the dreaming mind. Self-centered in the waking hours, imprisoned in a feeble mind, here in the dream world one with nature and close to eternity. I fear waking the slow shaking bringing back the senses to reality. Will I be able to carry the feeling the dream created in the harsh reality of life?

Sad poems are not always from a sad heart, it's a safety valve that releases and changes the mood. They say we are all created differently, then why do we try so hard to fit into someone's shoe. Compromising our values, compressing our emotions, we bend backward to please. This happens because we take everything too deeply. Neither is life a bed of roses nor does it rain roses, if we want it we have to plant it. At times though we live like a king, something seems missing. When the mind does not churn out poetry this is the result a few mashed up lines

Smile and tears nature gave us, we preferred to frown so it masked our smile now we are left with tears. We know to build bridges, unfortunately walls too. Love relations, and use material was the norm, love material, use relations is the trend. We fear God and kick nature in the butt, ignorant that both are the same. Desire sometimes uses greed as a walking stick can't know which is leaning on which. With knowledge that can't fill the tip of a noble pen, I dare to weave magic with my words. My heart is in the right place.

A poet should give words to the silent swaying of tulips in the wild. You are blessed with the ability to create magic with words. Use it wisely to bring out beauty and pain for the world is multifaceted. Write of pain and sorrow but with your words weave a path to a better tomorrow. It is known the world is stubborn, and hard to change. You have been given a tool, work with it results are not in your control. Maybe the world is in the pangs of the rebirth, of a better tomorrow outcome of all this pain and sorrow. Nature at times is an illusionist, mirage in the desert, the calm before the storm, are a few tricks up its sleeve. Pray for a better tomorrow and work towards it.

In the cool wind of the morning, I still my feet to stop the sound of boots. The only sign of my living, being my breath, breathe in breathe out, thankfully the rythym continues. I have heard, and made a lot of cacophony with sticks, drums and harsh words. This cool morning I wish none of those , just profound silence, as if to compensate the noise of civilization. Have you been in a forest , far from the city, have you immersed yourself with sounds nature made and found the difference. The rythym of creation, so different from that of civilization. If man had given ear to these sounds, maybe just maybe, his destructive creation would have lost its teeth, and the bite would be softer on the earth and environment as a whole. He might have realized that all the glitter and massive structures he is making is only, in fact a bigger hole to bury the whole of mankind.

 To see beyond seeing, to seek beyond seeking. To feel beyond the self which has boundaries of ego and pride. To love as natural as breathing without effort or force. Treating good and bad situations as stepping stones to go further in Life. To gather friends like precious stones, and shed enemies like falling autumn leaves. To be the flow in the river and wind, the energy in the crowd. Be the cause of the smile on a stranger's lip, twinkle in a child's eye. Seek God in every action rather than a place of worship. For he is in every action and word you utter, the life force that keeps you alive. If you see him in every deed you will not harm  self or another. If all this is done a better human you will be.

 In these troubled covideyan times when a sure cure is still a dream. Scientist and doctors baffled by this tiny minuscule. I pray that some of the old sayings still stand the test of time. One being "this too shall pass". The other,  when a pendulum swings too far in one direction it always corrects itself in time. With these sayings I pass my day seeing anxiety in the eyes of masked faces during my morning walk. Lipstick sales are low, and so too makeup kits, for half covered faces ask not for these. Living in a world shaped in such a manner that it cannot be turned upside down, yet for once things seem topsy turvy. Yet one thing called hope which asks for nothing but a little fate peeps from yonder reminding us a rainbow however far it arc's bends earthwards in the end.

 Judge others as you would wish to be judged remember ever coin has another side. Every fallen leaf, a story to tell, judge them not till you hear their tale. Today it's them, tomorrow you might wear those shoes in worse conditions than thought can surmise. When we judge in haste or are judged by others, we spend sleepless nights filled with endless dreams. Let us keep the unsaid promise, and pass no judgement but instead accept with open heart all around us without a second thought. All are gods children it takes more than one color to make the rainbow what it is.

  As I shut my eyes, the world disappears, as my lids open reappear. Is  existence an illusion or is it something in my mind. Tomorrow is a mystery, yet to begin, yesterday history that might be written. Faltering footsteps we take into the unknown fear of losing ground makes us hurry along. New paths we take untouched by human foot driven by curiosity of what's in store on far off shores. Existence is an unproved illusion

 Trying to make a living, we forget the essence of life. Have you tried to fall asleep, and found it hard when you do fall asleep, it's natural and needs no effort from you. While traveling, we use the fastest means to get from point A to B. We forget that the whole fun lies, in the journey and not the destination. Fly from kanyakumari to kashmiri, in a few hours same journey take ten days or a fortnight. The enjoyment is so profound, when you savior each step of the way. Life too is such a journey, savior every moment, don't gulp life, sip it like a wine taster sip by sip. Do this all hardships will be forgotten in the profound aftertaste.

  I have put more burden than an ox can bear, the many blows I've delt breaking you and then stitching you together, with medicine and hospital care. My greed has made you beat ten times faster than you are ment to. Even the rest and pleasures I take are a pain for you. Inspite of all this and more, you have done all you could without missing a beat. Even when you cried out in pain to just slow down the pace I gave a deaf ear to your feeble requests. Today all that I can say, is a sorry for all the foolish acts of mine. Dear heart forgive me my follies if life does give me a chance I will care for you and make-up for all the beats you have painfully delivered to keep my body and soul together.

 Like the musk deer, we search for miracles in God Men, temples, on mountain tops and deep valleys. Not realizing that we and all that surround us are more than miracles. Every night we go to bed as we sleep, unaware of the existence of self and the universe.  The next morning as we wake at the break of dawn or sound off an alarm date, day, time and month come back in play. For us, the great miracle of awakening every day is commonplace. Allow a little common sense to come into play, pray at the break-off dawn and fall of night. Savor every moment spread love and compassion to all around and drink the cup of life with relish till the last golden drops.

 This morning as I  was watching tv,  my grandson jumped into my lap and Held on to me. I was. Surprised at his show of affection, asked him what the matter was. He pointed at a cockroach in the corner. Smilingly, I carried him and shooed the cockroach out of the door. This incident took me decades back, cockroaches were my nightmare. Even in 5th grade, I have crawled under the bed when I encountered the flying kind. I used to lie under the bed till my mother came and saved me from this predicament. Truly, even to this day, the flying cockroach gives me the creeps. I stand bravely in front of barking dogs and chattering monkeys, but this one thing is a secret I've kept for long. I believe we all have a hidden fear in mind.

 We try to perceive far beyond, yet cannot see within. We advise, criticize, and cajole the world  around fail to see the fault line’s that run deep within Pause, a while, tell your heart to slow down, Unburden your mind The world that will not end if your attention slips a while. Think of common sense as putty, And fix those fault line’s within, Meditate, contemplate, and you will see the cobwebs in your mind Once you dust them down, you will realize you don’t want to point an accusing finger at another soul. Instead, will be bent upon dusting cobwebs in their mind. So be non-judgmental, my friend, and extend this courtesy to all brethren.

 Life uses all the colors of the rainbow and more.  Darkness and its many shades pass as a medium for this versatile painter.  String off colors starts with love and ends with hope, with a lot of juice in between - the juice of life.  Many relationships pain you to tears, even if one, sheds for you hold on tight.  A few drops of salty dew could be the litmus test to who will be among the four to bear your weight as you prepare to go. 

I need, glasses to figure out what's in front of me. But with closed eyes, I can see my childhood flashing before me. At times, I need the GPS to get back home yet I still remember the criss-cross lanes behind my childhood home. The trees I climbed, the friends I teased, the fall that broke my knee. Dirty hands, soiled clothes, stain on my face all was allowed. Parents were bothered, only how much marks I got and not how much time I spent, with my nose in an open book. These memories come to me strongly, as I watch my children, play on artificial grass and wooden stands. Hands clean and sanitized nails cut and hair properly dressed. A tear somewhere at the corner of my eyes as I sadden, thinking of the magic my children and the child of today are missing out. I still need glasses.

Chip away, chip away, to glory at every mountain, hill, and valley. Turn the green to dusty brown,  and say goodbye to blue skies, Make the rivers dry, dump everything you don't want into oceans, plastic, sewage, or industrial waste chocking every fish and waterbird alive And finally, nature has cracked a whip hesitantly at first, but growing stronger with every whiplash delivering the message without leaving any doubt, on who is the boss that harsher messages would perhaps follow? Proud are you of your achievement of the stocks and bonds,  and gold and silver But remember, if your aircraft is crash landing you will have no time to pack your bags the last thing on your mind will be the bags if you are sane would be on how to get out the mess alive. If luck is otherwise and you are scrambling, do remember you haven't left sufficient air for those  you  leave behind even to take a deep breath of fresh air of what was once available freely on...

Stopped Smoking a Dream. Just two hours have passed I know, I know too early to state. The smell of my friend of 40 is strong I feel his presence in the air around. I stopped not because my better half chastised, my daughter beseeched. It took the lazy staff of the building l reside to open my eyes. Near the entrance was a smoking zone with an ashtray like a welcome mat. This was the only place I smoked every cigarette of mine. Glanced at the ashtray and quickly turned away. It was brimming over, with effort solely mine Revulsion set in and I took oath, yet again,  never to be the fool, yet again, Just then the door bell rang, I jumped out of my armchair, the daydream took to wings. I know there's still hope, for I have at least dreamed of a sight I had blocked for a long long time. Stopped smoking but the dream continues.

An illusionist had a couple of tricks up his sleeve. Made a living on small stages and streets. Crowd was small unappreciated, he found a penny here and there enough just to make ends meet. As age set in his hands lost their speed, card's fell from his pockets and hidden sockets, birds flew from this tilted hat he feared his livelihood at stake.  Just then a miracle happened, laughter broke in the small crowd, the sound of laughter attracted others, crowd growing large. That day his collection was more than what he got a month in the past. People who scorned his magic, saw not just card's fall but a joker too a natural to the core. Though things are slow and steps are small as you plough on, the colour of sand will keep changing, sign of good things to come.

Coronavirus, the monster in our midst is this tiny virus that doesn't really qualify to be a living thing but has put a break on all things.  Corona needs no introduction to the kid or septuagenarian. It has taught us many things, and also explained to use the real meaning of omnipresence.  We may forget our car keys, our mobile phone, but not the mask which we wear on a multi masked face. We have washed our hands more times in the past month or two than ever before.  We use our elbows and knuckles to operate elevators than use our fingers encased in high quality gloves.  Children have forgotten the playground and the swing is frozen in the act; the iPad and the TV are the pastime; pulling each others hair has become prime time stress relief.  You mark time by the food on the table: breakfast, lunch, and dinner indicates the moving of morning  to night.  Could have used this break for self introspection; could have come to conclusion that 6 feet of spa...

When you sleep and dream a healthy combination. A great man once said ( dreams are those that don't let you sleep). Circumstances, age, ill health and many more puts a spoke in your dream wheel then you allow it to sleep or slowly die away. Don't let your dream sleep, as long as your dream is awake and alive it makes it easier to face the hardships of life. You might dream of being an astronaut or an astrophysicist. But if life's turmoil and unpredictable winds lands you on strange shores, make astronomy a hobby and let stargazing be the last thing you do before you really sleep. Improvise dreams!  it is important to keep them alive, but the goal of life is being happy and spreading happiness wherever you are.

A very powerful weapon, or the most soothing balm. The cause of every war, or the reason to call off the dogs could all be found in the humble word - which is tossed around carelessly most times.   Behind every breakup, or a torn soul, you will find words were thrown back and forth.  Weapons kill or maim, but the wrong word spoken at the wrong time can maim a soul and there is no prosthetic for it - and will leave you behind as a vegetable for life. So spend it wisely, for when used with care the word can save lives, build trust and create a world at peace.

Haven't writing a word since dawn, and the pain is unbearable can't point out where it is, but sometimes in the stomach and at times in the chest, but now I think it is in my head. My hand, it is not steady and i can feel the tremors as I grasp the pen (I know I know - I mean the keyboard) And as I begin typing, I feel the pain ebbing, as words flow over every key. Addiction goes beyond addiction, I know: It is beyond cigarettes or being salve of Bacchus, you can get addicted to pain, of a different kind Hitting the gym or walking the mile again and again, till you are addicted after which it sets you free Or you could choose to get addicted by taking on someone else's pain, and be a helping hand for anyone who asks or doesn't. Take this on and make addiction look good on you, and chisel out a life divine.

Parenting can be a tight rope walk anything more to the right or left and you can take a fall, that's the image in your child's mind that goes crashing. Parenting is a learning process yes you learning from them. Animals are lucky they too have parenting norms but they don't have peer pressure they don't have Jones or Jane's to match their skills.   Wonder what Buddha would have said  maybe a single sentence( follow the middle path). Don't be too strict or too lenient, be firm but not loud the moment you shout you have lost the moment and your sense with it. To us he's playing all day, reality he's learning all the time. Be the safety net, be the road signs, don't be a boulder on his path built with curiosity and eagerness. Be the palm that holds this light,not the bushel that hides trying to protect. Welcome to be his hero but don't dream of him being like you. Help in moulding him, don't try to clone. Last I got to say leave him alone as mu...

Prayer cannot mitigate your problem it can give you strength to face it and intuition to find a solution. Prayer is the only option when all else fails Prayer generates hope, hope pacifies a troubled mind. Calm seeps in and thinking becomes straight. Pain threshold is lifted, sorrow mitigated. Prayer may not be an option, it's a subtle command probably from somewhere deep down our subconscious mind. Prayer is a gift a buffer created by nature to help us take a fall and bounce back.

Growing old a wonderful experience True a few drawbacks here and there. Missing tooth the least of my worries, a dimming vision, impaired hearing. In it's place I get better understanding in my dim vision I can see more than my youth could, I hear only a little but understand a lot more of what's behind the voice. I walk steadily but with a slower gait. When young I never new how many steps to the gate.  Now I know I don't have to hurry and go at a leisure pace I measure and taste the air and absorb the colours of nature around me. Never has the world seem so colourful in the past.  In my youth I have breezed past not noticing the flower on the plant or fruit on the tree only destination seemed important the path was just a means to the source. Now I am a little wise not to wish my youthful days back. There was a time when my mind heart and sight searched for bigger, faster, brighter things in life the jazz was loud the drinks were hot the head was in a cloud. Now I see thr...

How many excuses do we need to kill animals. A few I list: For taste to fill my belly and feed my young. For pleasure to hone my skill with a gun, knife and arrow. To protect my family from rabid man eating ones. To save my crop from stampeding giants. These are just a few the list goes on. When we realize that our young ones are blood flesh and bones just like the one's we shoot and slaughter maybe compassion will rise. I ask you not to become a saint overnight start with decreasing your desire to quench your thirst with blood from these helpless beings. What you gobble daily do it ones a week what you have once a week make it once a month. With this your sins will not decrease but at least agony of a few innocent beings. Vegan is far to reach start by being a true vegetarian in the least. If your honest to your self vegan will be the gift you receive.

Candle candle burning bright, in the forest of the night. Many sin and dine in your light knowing not your sacrifice. Others shine like the morning star, in the luminosity lent by you. Without even a word of thanks to you they bask in pseudo glory. No poet am I, nor singer but not so stone hearted that lines of fire fail to move me.

On the border stand a few men in shivering cold who have sworn that not a soul shall cross as long as they stand. You and I live oblivious of this cozy and safe their sacrifice gone unnoticed. At home we have a similar a farmer and soldier rolled into one who sees that there is food on the fire our safety his only concern. As long as alive we notice him not, a stranger to wish once in a while. He is the one we call father. Mother we praise in verse and rhyme yet not a word for him at home and the one on the border. Dear friends of mine remember them say a kind word once in a while they are the heroes brave hearts with hearts of gold.

I thought I was great doing great, interfering in others business. Poking my nose to straighten others.  Time went by a bloated ego was my prize. Then one eve by mistake or creators grace I looked within. Instead of a golden glow, I saw a sewer filled with stinking hatred jealousy and rotting pride. I fell on my knee tears in my eyes realizing I was worse than most of the people I advised.

Danger is not at the borders as you  think. The enemy is within hidden in sheep skin the wolf attacks the unsuspecting. I point out to no religion clan or creed all are to blame for this deed. Poisoning young minds with words so sweet a ring of truth in every utterance. They act out heinous deeds in the name of an unseen God leader and party. Before ABC's children at a tender age should be taught lessons of empathy, love and that tolerance is not cowardice. A nation is not a handful of sand or acres of land. It's people whose hearts beat as one though bodies separate. Oh God if there be lead my people to this state off ecstasy

The time when the sun was bathing  naked in fire. He stood like a statue his very breath changing the direction of the wind. His eyes roving the edge of the glade, for any movement, a prey tied to a tree bleats in a weak voice out off boredom or fear. The hunter not stone hearted like the rest off his clan, feels for the bait and the prey.  Never has he shot a bird in flight neither rabbit nor deer. Skilled at many a weapon the bow and arrow his best. Uses them sparingly only to protect animal or one off his kind. This evening he is committed to bring down a cheetah bitten by a rabid dog. Fear off spreading the madness to occupants of the glade. The sun slowly slips closer to the earth casting long shadows, harbinger of the dark night ahead. The hunter becomes more alert for if he misses the prey, the bait would die a helpless death. Let us leave this kind and brave man with a prayer on our lips that he succeeds in his endeavor.

Many a time in subtle and other ways nature tried to warn us. Spewing fire from mountain tops flooding the land, water rising in high waves from the bosom of the ocean. Black plague it sent now a tiny virus. Not a lesson have we learnt not a line understood. While building tower of babel, it is said misunderstanding was sown in our midst, to stop us from our task. We still build tower's that touch the clouds and dig deeper than the deepest valley. Forgetting that simple living is the best. Want not more than your hand can hold, a bed to sleep a roof to protect from the cold, it was ment to be thus. Greed and false pride got us here forgetting that all we need is 6 feet of space our final resting place.