Learning To Trust Others.

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Listen little ones and don’t say a word.                          

Found on 2-11-17 on Pinterest. Vladimir Volegov. Don’t be afraid..volegov.com.

I’m going to feed you like a Mothering bird.

I’ll give you messages I’ve been taught,

Just so you’ll remember, you aren’t forgot.

I know it’s hard when you’re feeling scared.

Don’t fret little ones, we will be prepared.

We will keep you safe and not run away.

We are committed and we will stay.

So, close your eyes and dream of good things.

You’ll be surprised what commitment can bring.

Yu/stan/kema

 

“For she who teaches me.”

The Changes I Now See.

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When I was young,

I was taught not to lie,                               

Found on Pinterest on 7-8-17. A.D. Williams. HIGHER PERSPECTIVE. Facebook.com.

Not to put self-interest

Before the welfare of 

Others and the USA.

I learned bullying others

Was the act of a coward,

And it was important to

Respect men and women

For their strengths.

I was taught to 

Love my neighbor

Like I loved myself,

And to give back to

Society in a positive way.

I became proud

Of my country,

Proud to help my neighbor,

And proud to be a

Good and decent

Human being.

 

My heart bleeds

For the changes

I now see:

People lie to each other

And deny that

Truth just is.

People do treason

And make up reasons

Why others should 

Excuse them

For breaking laws.

Others walk around

Bullying others

Just because they can.

They make fun of

People who are different, 

And deny them services

And their basic rights.

They have lost sight

Of right and wrong.

 

My heart bleeds for them.

My heart bleeds for us.

Yu/stan/kema

 

 

 

 

Love Is Our Task.

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LOVE IS OUR TASK.

It seems the older we get, life becomes less complex and we are able to see the whole of life and not just a tiny segment of life. When we are young, we seem to get hung up on the details and lost with in them. Our energy is what drives us to explore and seek out a myriad of things to try. These things also end up distracting us from our real task on earth.

We obsess about getting a job,  keeping a job, making good money, becoming a success, and trying to balance time at work and time outside of work. We often get caught up in dating, learning how to navigate a relationship, and we work to create intimacy in our lives. We think about marriage, forming a family, and how we will raise children. When the relationship fails, we obsess about divorce and all the challenges that come as a result of ending a relationship.

We further distract ourselves with things we enjoy, people we hang around with, and technology that keeps our minds occupied. We tend to neglect nature, and put on hold getting to know our own mind, heart and soul. We put off our search for God, and becoming intimate with our own inner landscape.

Found on Pinterest on 7-9-17. Thomas Merton quote..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Until one day, the long string of losses start accumulating, and our distractions fall by the way side, and we are left vulnerable to the questions that start to haunt us: Who am I? Where is God? Has my life been worth while? Have I fulfilled my purpose? Can I die knowing I’ve resolved any issues that separate me from God? Is there anything I regret not doing?

We find that living life simply has its own rewards. We come to the realization that money, fame, and status are fleeting. We learn that friends die, children grow up and leave us to follow their own dreams. We learn to cherish the people we love, to live in the moment, because tomorrow may never come.

If we seek the wisdom that we all carry inside us, we also come to realize that love is our task and to love well, we must do it without judgement. Our purpose is to love: Friends, strangers, family, Nature, our real selves, and God. We are all parts of the cosmic whole. We are responsible for each other and our greatest happiness lies in making sure each part is valued, respected, and loved for being a necessary part of the whole.

Yu/stan/kema.

 

The Truth About War And Peace.

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Throughout history

Wars have been fought.                                    

Found on pinterest on 5-29-16. Memorial Day from Singing Through The Rain.

Young men have died.

Mothers have wept tears,

And strong Fathers have cried.

 

During this year,

Congress has sought

To justify war

In order to try

To even the score.

 

Why don’t we find

An alternative way,

To promote peace

And communicate,

So all wars might cease?

Yu/stan/kema.

THE MEANING OF PAIN AND CHOICES WE MAKE.

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THE MEANING OF PAIN.

The little girl walked                                   

Found on Pinterest on 11-25-15.Shasta daisies.

to the edge of the valley.

Her dress was torn and

her hair was covered

in the ashes of dreams

that had burned up

in the flames of those

who no longer cared.

 

They had lost the ability

to care for any one,

except themselves.

Their eyes were dead.

Their faces were drawn,

and their hearts had

turned into stone.

 

The girl had come                                

Found on Google+ on 11-23-15. Thomas Angst. Flowers high on the mountains.

down from the mountain,

wearing a dress the color

of fresh-fallen snow.

She carried love

and faith in her arms,

as well as the belief

That good existed in

the hearts of others.

 

The people waited for her,

and surrounded her.

They threw dirt

and rocks at her.

They made fun

of her dreams,

and took away

the hope she had.

 

They chased her,

and told her to go,

for she was different;

and they could not accept

the gifts she had brought.

She was devastated

by the pain of rejection.

 

She picked up her gifts,                       

and disappeared,

into the darkness.

She came to a fork

at the end of the road.

“Which way?” she whispered.

The road to the left,

led to the mountain.

The road to the right,

to another town.

 

Years went by,

and people said

they heard, at night,

the sound of howling.

To them, it sounded like

a broken-hearted  child.

Yu/stan/kema

 

 

 

FINDING WHAT WE ARE BORN TO DO.

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Found on Pinterest on 6-24-17. Flower girl. Saved from touchn2btouched.tumblr. com. HD Exhibit theme by Dustin Hoffman.

FINDING WHAT WE ARE BORN TO DO.

In life, we end up trying out multiple things to see if we enjoy doing them. We also tend to do again what we are successful in accomplishing. But what is rare in life is to find something we are passionate about, something in life we are born to do.

We can feel the difference inside our bodies, our minds, and our souls. Our attention becomes focused on that which we love. We can feel a rhythm in our body and a heightened awareness inside our innermost self. It almost feels like our soul is dancing with the universe. We are driven  to be more, and we touch joy while we are doing the thing we are born to do. Our mind, body and soul unite while doing it. We become transformed and renewed by what we feel and are.

 The girl dressed as a flower in the picture is performing ballet. She is focused and feels an inner rhythm. She literally believes she is a flower for a period of time. She is dancing with the universe and she feels the magic. We feel the magic too while watching her.

There is nothing like it when we do what we are meant to do. We feel alive and happy. We also feel like we are giving to others the best of what we are. We are giving the gift of ourselves and we are creating magic from within our soul. We offer that gift to the world.

Yu/stan/kema

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Commitment Is More Than Words.

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Living in a world

Without charity or hope,

Is like clinging to a cliff 

Without pulleys or a rope.

 

Giving without thought, 

Or emotion is an act,

That seems luke-warm.

There is something it lacks.

 

Being a good friend

Is more than saying, “I will.”

It involves a commitment

That you work hard to fill.

 

Saying, “I’m a Christian,”

Involves more than a name.

It means taking care of others

And treating everyone the same.

 

Implying the old and sick

Seek to bleed us dry,

Is making a judgement

Without asking why?

 

Talking about the poor

As if they are cursed,

Is only showing God,

We think we should be “first.”

 

Through out the world’s history,

It has always been true:

When we stop helping others, 

Our culture dies too.

 

This should make us all pause

And look before we leap,

For we may end up drowning

In an ocean that is deep.

Yu/stan/kema

 

 

 

HAPPY FATHER’S DAY.

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” I’LL ALWAYS BE YOUR DAD.”

Daddy, can you hear me singing,                         

Found on Pinterest on 6-19-16. Father and Son. L’ubomir Cervence.

All the songs you sang to me,

As we walked the hills and meadows

In the state of Tennessee?

 

Can you see me hold a rifle,

Like you said, “So carefully,”

As I walk the streets of Bagdad

And drop to a trembling knee?

 

Can you smell the Honeysuckle                       

That filled the air in June,

As we sat on the back porch

And we both strummed a tune?

 

Do you remember all the lessons                       

Found on Pinterest on 6-17-17. Some Father/ son love. Eliza J. Photography.blogspot. com.

You took the time to make me learn:

How to be a man of courage,

And be kind when I am stern?

 

How to keep moving forward

When I’m tired and want to quit;

And when I’m in a tight place,

Take the time to pray a bit?

 

So many things you taught me,

Are useful over here:

Like “Be a man I’m proud of,”

And  “Stand your ground with fear.”

 

I wish I could have told you

As a boy and now a man,

How proud you made me, dad,

When you took me by the hand.

 

I loved your gentle laughter

Ringing in the summer air,

Found on Pinterest on 6-16-17. Julie Newell Photography.com.

As you put me on your shoulders,

Or you ruffled my hair.

 

There were times you scolded                        

When I was acting bad;

But you looked me in the eye

And said, “I’ll always be your dad.”

 

I really miss you, Father.

I see you often in my mind.

I’m glad God gave me to you.

You are one of a kind.

Yu/stan/kema

 

 

The Choices We Make.

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The five year-old child                                      

Found on Pinterest on 2-15-16. Despair. Domestic Violence.

Crawled In the darkness,

Trying to avoid the scurrying roaches,

And the discarded pieces of food

That littered the old wood floor.

The smell of whiskey hung in the air,

Along with the stink of vomit.

She heard noises and headed

For the door to the outside.

She heard the curses, and blows,

And screams that had been cut off.

                                                                        

She made her way through

The discarded beer bottles, 

And the dirty clothes that smelled

Of ripe perspiration and old grease.

The girl stayed low to the hardwood floor

And knew, if she made a sound,

Footsteps would  come, in her direction.

A razor strap would snap in the air

Before hitting her own backside.

She moved like a cat in the night

And pushed open the cracked door,

So she could pull herself through.

 

She crouched in the shadows                            

Found on Google+ on 10-31-15. Nabil Al Aroi.

Of the porch, before racing across

The grass to a Sycamore tree.

Soon, she stretched out flat 

Under the Sycamore’s branches

Whose leaves danced in the wind.

She looked through the canopy of leaves

In wonder to the heavens before her.

 

She saw the sky filled with stars,

And she traced her fingers

Across the Milky Way.

She saw the moon come up

And cast a silver path

Down to the earth.

Found on Pinterest on 6-11-17. Saved from meetup.com. Darkfire. Magic & Mysteries.

 

She held out her hands

To catch the moon light,                                      

That caressed her finger tips

Like a living thing.

 

“I choose,” she said.

“Here is where I belong.” 

” I choose beauty, not ugliness.”

“I choose peace, not hatred,”

She closed her eyes and slept.

Yu/stan/kema

 

Seeing The Face Of Evil.

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I remember the first time

I came

Face to face with evil.                          

I looked it in the eye

And stood my ground,

While a gun was held

To the side of my head.

It was loaded,

And it was cocked.

I was unable to move

And I could not fight.

 

I did not kneel,

Even though

He told me too,

Nor did I have

The where-with-all

To pray.

I stood and looked

Evil in the eye,

And he stared

Back at me.

 

A child of seven,

I stood

Without fear,

Staring hard,

Into eyes

Black

As a sea of darkness,

And a mouth so cruel,

Laughter never crossed

His unyielding lips.

 

He was big and

He leaned over me,

Snarling his hatred

And telling me lies.

I stood alone, 

And defiant;

And finally,

He walked away.

 

I had learned

A valuable lesson

That day:

How to sense evil

And know that

Sometimes, 

It is best

Not to fight

Or run away.

 

Sometimes,

You have to wait

And stare evil

In the face.

As if to say,

I will not

Back away,

Nor deny

That you exist;

But I will not

Let you,

Defeat me.

Yu/stan/kema.