It is kind of strange when you meet someone
and call him a stranger.
Though, we have been called to live at different times and places,
our common goal and ageless destiny on earth is death.
We meet someone, we are amazed at our likeness and wondered how it happened?
And after all that has happened, we find ourselves back to where we were.
We discard people that are in our lives like toilet paper.
The good ones we keep, the ones that annoy us, we ignor,
the ones that disappoint us, we keep our distance.
But, isn't Fate that brought us together, to learn from one another,to forgive,
To see that everything that happens, happens for a reason.
It doesn't happen by chance.
There is so much wisdom, love to take back whether our good intentions are reciprocated.
Aren't we learning patience, non-judgement in the process, rather to fill our hearts with discontentment and disconnectedness?
Think about it!
Wednesday 29 January 2014
Foliage
The sun shines,
no wind at sight, the
sweat from toiling with nature.
Hands rougher and toughen.
Backs burned.
The happiness in the hearts.
My only friend, the greens.
Some are just finding a home,
some want to go home.
Talking to them, to help them be comfortable with me.
Asking them for permission to transport them live in a new environment.
From the moment, my eyes caught sight of them, we decided.
With one big leap, we got ourselves into an adventure.
Once, no name.
Among the wild, one is chosen to have dignity and pride.
One's beauty can shine, an opportunity to be someone.
Amongst, the thick foliage, I have chosen you, and you followed me wherever I went,
you trusted yourself with me,
my only intention is that you would find home and be rooted.
It a kind of fate and adventure!
You took the risk and chances to try out with me.
On mine, I have to diligently make sure you get the best, with no promises.
Yes! An opportunity for me to care for all living things,
to have a relationship with the source that kept us connected and affecting each other with our energies.
With the same spirit, but different forms and intentions, we have a chance to co-create, to love and serve and be nurtured by one another through our purpose and calling.
no wind at sight, the
sweat from toiling with nature.
Hands rougher and toughen.
Backs burned.
The happiness in the hearts.
My only friend, the greens.
Some are just finding a home,
some want to go home.
Talking to them, to help them be comfortable with me.
Asking them for permission to transport them live in a new environment.
From the moment, my eyes caught sight of them, we decided.
With one big leap, we got ourselves into an adventure.
Once, no name.
Among the wild, one is chosen to have dignity and pride.
One's beauty can shine, an opportunity to be someone.
Amongst, the thick foliage, I have chosen you, and you followed me wherever I went,
you trusted yourself with me,
my only intention is that you would find home and be rooted.
It a kind of fate and adventure!
You took the risk and chances to try out with me.
On mine, I have to diligently make sure you get the best, with no promises.
Yes! An opportunity for me to care for all living things,
to have a relationship with the source that kept us connected and affecting each other with our energies.
With the same spirit, but different forms and intentions, we have a chance to co-create, to love and serve and be nurtured by one another through our purpose and calling.
Tuesday 28 January 2014
We Stereotype!
Our views on how people should behave are limited to our experiences and understanding.
We judge rather than empathise,
our cultural influences,
our security based on acceptance,
We failed to live our lives as if was the last.
We judge rather than empathise,
our cultural influences,
our security based on acceptance,
We failed to live our lives as if was the last.
My garden
I have always wanted to be rooted.
Never, to experience firmness, stablity, sureness.
A step away from solace and solitude.
My world begins with what is natural and sacred.
My day begins with that cycle of life.
My time is in its 2nd half, my remaining days,
I hope will be differently lived.
My choices ,wiser, clearer, life-giving.
My actions, forgiving, patient, healing.
My speech, loud and truthful, firm and soothing.
My thoughts,positive, peaceful.
Become Me
I have always wanted to be rooted.
Never, to experience firmness, stablity, sureness.
A step away from solace and solitude.
My world begins with what is natural and sacred.
My day begins with that cycle of life.
My time is in its 2nd half, my remaining days,
I hope will be differently lived.
My choices ,wiser, clearer, life-giving.
My actions, forgiving, patient, healing.
My speech, loud and truthful, firm and soothing.
My thoughts,positive, peaceful.
Become Me
Monday 27 January 2014
What am I striving for?
Often, in my life,
my aim used to be perfection.
Without mistakes, as it is associated with punishnent.
What comes after,
a nervous breakdown, or some psychological damage as a result?
So, is this going to be my criteria?
Certainly, not!
What do worship most, as if my life depends on it.
Love, money, .......
None above?
We fight for love, we fight for grades, we fight for position, we fight fir position and money.
we seek for recognition for our deeds.
What motivates us?
Passion dies, even it lives, it leaves very space left to serve, a blessing to someone.
it is needed, but not to serve one's desires and whims.
It will learm that since purpose and meaning is what we seek, it needs to become one with the giver, work simultaneously with the higher source.
Slowly, the striving will be to serve truth, love and hope.
Not our intellect, greed, insecurities, power, money, fame.
As only the truth will last and endure through many life times.
my aim used to be perfection.
Without mistakes, as it is associated with punishnent.
What comes after,
a nervous breakdown, or some psychological damage as a result?
So, is this going to be my criteria?
Certainly, not!
What do worship most, as if my life depends on it.
Love, money, .......
None above?
We fight for love, we fight for grades, we fight for position, we fight fir position and money.
we seek for recognition for our deeds.
What motivates us?
Passion dies, even it lives, it leaves very space left to serve, a blessing to someone.
it is needed, but not to serve one's desires and whims.
It will learm that since purpose and meaning is what we seek, it needs to become one with the giver, work simultaneously with the higher source.
Slowly, the striving will be to serve truth, love and hope.
Not our intellect, greed, insecurities, power, money, fame.
As only the truth will last and endure through many life times.
What I do, I do it to serve, to live out the truth
Isn't funny that what you love should love you back.
What you do especially the right ones, there is expectation for appreciation.
When you know it is your right to be seen as important, becomes the vehicle for love.
Our purpose to serve and not expect the rewards behind all the sacrifices and hardworks.
So call, ministry!
Motto!
What you do especially the right ones, there is expectation for appreciation.
When you know it is your right to be seen as important, becomes the vehicle for love.
Our purpose to serve and not expect the rewards behind all the sacrifices and hardworks.
So call, ministry!
Motto!
A love that is worth every part of you, yet .....
Is there anything that touched your heart so much that you knew that this was what you needed for the rest of your life?
It became your joy, as it brought you hope.
Soon, it became your obsession.
Before, you knew it, the sacrifices that came along with it.
It felt like you were on top of the world.Then, it became your ministry.
So after, you felt like you wanted to run away from it.
Not because you disliked it, but what you were doing with it became a reality.
It was the best gift that was ever given, withstanding the harshness of reality.
You love it, you want to run from it, yet you cannot have a moment not living with the gift.
It became something you could live for, live from within.
A hope, a sign that beauty do exist.
Truth do happen.
What you are was the result of this gift, because you took it.
What goes on from here is none of mine alone.
No longer to need an identity,
No need to prove,
No need to wonder it is really yours.
Just show up, be consistent, do your share whether someone is looking.
Even when the sun don't shine,
even when you can't be in the right mind,
even when you go hungry,
even when the promises are not kept, even when your heart has been broken countless time.
That is when you know you love what you do or someone more than yourself.
It became your joy, as it brought you hope.
Soon, it became your obsession.
Before, you knew it, the sacrifices that came along with it.
It felt like you were on top of the world.Then, it became your ministry.
So after, you felt like you wanted to run away from it.
Not because you disliked it, but what you were doing with it became a reality.
It was the best gift that was ever given, withstanding the harshness of reality.
You love it, you want to run from it, yet you cannot have a moment not living with the gift.
It became something you could live for, live from within.
A hope, a sign that beauty do exist.
Truth do happen.
What you are was the result of this gift, because you took it.
What goes on from here is none of mine alone.
No longer to need an identity,
No need to prove,
No need to wonder it is really yours.
Just show up, be consistent, do your share whether someone is looking.
Even when the sun don't shine,
even when you can't be in the right mind,
even when you go hungry,
even when the promises are not kept, even when your heart has been broken countless time.
That is when you know you love what you do or someone more than yourself.
Forging through
Who says that life is a linear line,
or is there a need to face the struggles of choices made.
What it means to stay alive,
with something worth fighting for!
We need little to eat and clothe ourselves.
Our mind we feed with ... our body...
Are we more than our mortal and decaying bodies?
Do we allow room for growth and renewal?
Are not our spirits fighting to stay with the truths in our hearts?
We will rise up again, we will fall from time to time, but we can pick ourselves up and join in the on going journey.
The search for truth, love, hope, there is to living.
We can find our strength in the one who sees us through all our trials and ask for the grace to pick ourselves up again for the next round in the "Struggle Ring".
or is there a need to face the struggles of choices made.
What it means to stay alive,
with something worth fighting for!
We need little to eat and clothe ourselves.
Our mind we feed with ... our body...
Are we more than our mortal and decaying bodies?
Do we allow room for growth and renewal?
Are not our spirits fighting to stay with the truths in our hearts?
We will rise up again, we will fall from time to time, but we can pick ourselves up and join in the on going journey.
The search for truth, love, hope, there is to living.
We can find our strength in the one who sees us through all our trials and ask for the grace to pick ourselves up again for the next round in the "Struggle Ring".
Friday 24 January 2014
co-creating
The gift that is truely yours,
the process inward out pouring forth,
seeking only life to give at all costs.
The chores undone, the life not lived.
The ingredients you choose, the shape you decide, the strokes are thought of,
the strength to exucute, the tempo is formed, the melody is steamming in the vapor s of your hot chocolate.
The space is yours and the thing is solefully yours.
the process inward out pouring forth,
seeking only life to give at all costs.
The chores undone, the life not lived.
The ingredients you choose, the shape you decide, the strokes are thought of,
the strength to exucute, the tempo is formed, the melody is steamming in the vapor s of your hot chocolate.
The space is yours and the thing is solefully yours.
Neglect henceforward!!!
We often overlook something,when it is simple.
We often judge the quality of the intellect by its complexity.
We often think that having read is a ego boosting trait.
But, we forgot to be present and listen for its truths and miss the teachings and lessons that are offered.
We missed the opportunity to learn, think , create and how it makes one feel.
Are you looking for wisdom?
It is found in the humble stable,
There is no beauty except love,
In the jobs where no one will give you a second glance,
when you have nothing to offer, except the precious residue of teachings in the wrappings of the weaknesses and strengths of others that resemble the love of a mother.
Pushing for Sunrise!
There are days which seems like a breeze,
there are also days you wondered what is missing,
there is no landing, no rising,
at times like these,
you start to feel that you might have been forgotten,
the work that you do are thoughtless and only out of duty,
what did the hell happened?
When? How?
When the days of drudgery last longer than the warmth your sweetheart.
When kind and encouraging words are so precious that it is seldom given but, instead
hash and judging words are exchanged because of the insecurities that fasten the hearts and lips that surrounds your weary soul and spirit.
These are the days! Indeed! This very day, lift up your voice and call to whom Father!
He will direct your heart and mind,
he will lead you back to your truth.
there are also days you wondered what is missing,
there is no landing, no rising,
at times like these,
you start to feel that you might have been forgotten,
the work that you do are thoughtless and only out of duty,
what did the hell happened?
When? How?
When the days of drudgery last longer than the warmth your sweetheart.
When kind and encouraging words are so precious that it is seldom given but, instead
hash and judging words are exchanged because of the insecurities that fasten the hearts and lips that surrounds your weary soul and spirit.
These are the days! Indeed! This very day, lift up your voice and call to whom Father!
He will direct your heart and mind,
he will lead you back to your truth.
The one and only treasure
Sometimes, things don't go the way you want them .
When your weakness play up, thinking by numbing them, they would not bother you.
The only time when you feel all right is when you realise the only thing you have is you and what you want to do with it.
It never feels that there is an easy way out, but the inner voice that whispers, surely my life is worth more than the just this, more than me just slipping by, indifferent to what reality is.
The voice that whispers, never give up on yourself, live your life seriously whether it is played out like a joke or it pays you back what you deserve.
Be true to this one life you have be given! Remind yourself till countless, and find your true self not dwelling in self-pity or excuses to want an easy way.
Strength, you will find that you never thought you had, regardless of externals and the results, you are the one and only treasure you truly have and will have.
When your weakness play up, thinking by numbing them, they would not bother you.
The only time when you feel all right is when you realise the only thing you have is you and what you want to do with it.
It never feels that there is an easy way out, but the inner voice that whispers, surely my life is worth more than the just this, more than me just slipping by, indifferent to what reality is.
The voice that whispers, never give up on yourself, live your life seriously whether it is played out like a joke or it pays you back what you deserve.
Be true to this one life you have be given! Remind yourself till countless, and find your true self not dwelling in self-pity or excuses to want an easy way.
Strength, you will find that you never thought you had, regardless of externals and the results, you are the one and only treasure you truly have and will have.
Thursday 23 January 2014
Believe
When I run at the thought of facing the struggle ring.
When I realise I have been avoiding what needs courage.
When fears have kept building walls within,
letting nothing through.
When the lies of being safe have kept me in prison, with nothing to cry for.
The cold restless soul feels the absence of her lover in sight.
Dreams are fading when the reality speaks louder than the inner voice.
Seeking for an embrace to bring me back.
The warmth of a loved one, reminding me I am still here and alive.
Striving what means to me as if my life depends on it,
brings me to the existence that I am.
When I realise I have been avoiding what needs courage.
When fears have kept building walls within,
letting nothing through.
When the lies of being safe have kept me in prison, with nothing to cry for.
The cold restless soul feels the absence of her lover in sight.
Dreams are fading when the reality speaks louder than the inner voice.
Seeking for an embrace to bring me back.
The warmth of a loved one, reminding me I am still here and alive.
Striving what means to me as if my life depends on it,
brings me to the existence that I am.
Wednesday 22 January 2014
Running around like a headless chicken
You will know whether you love something or someone,
the fear of losing, the feeling that you are not good enough, the fear of being truthful for fear of not being understood or worse accepted, the mask to portray that you are without a flaw, not wanting to be a burden or being looked upon as being helpless.
When it gives you the most heartache, when you sacrifice your life for, when u know you cannot go on life, that you will be like a living corpse without..., when you run anywhere except facing the pain, risk it takes, when it means going against the ones you looked upon, when you feel alive, you are suddenly soulful and passionate....When it is more than earning a living, when it means like food and water to you.
You will know it is LOVE!
the fear of losing, the feeling that you are not good enough, the fear of being truthful for fear of not being understood or worse accepted, the mask to portray that you are without a flaw, not wanting to be a burden or being looked upon as being helpless.
When it gives you the most heartache, when you sacrifice your life for, when u know you cannot go on life, that you will be like a living corpse without..., when you run anywhere except facing the pain, risk it takes, when it means going against the ones you looked upon, when you feel alive, you are suddenly soulful and passionate....When it is more than earning a living, when it means like food and water to you.
You will know it is LOVE!
Building my sense of ownership of who I am
The ingredients of flowering,
growing up a little at a time.
Taking my time to mature.....
Passion, hmm, but dies down, still need to have.
Constancy in committing to what nurtures and embraces.
Like keeping a point to meet up your good friend.
Vision, must be kept in sight all the time, like a tap on the shoulder to stay focus and on track.
Must take it seriously, hard to maintain when someone is not watching, need to remind oneself, encourage oneself to stay on track, single minded, keep it simple, build your confidence.
No right or wrong, only in listening hard, keeping calm, questioning, can one know whether the practise is sufficient and heading in the right direction.
To meditate on what I have done in my heart, mind and soul.
Asking for grace to be truthful.
Slowly, one should discover one's sense of self worth, purpose, meaning and joy.
This everlasting fruits can never be taken away or replaced. No amount of misleading results and words and thoughts would take you away from your trueself.
You will find confidence like you never did before.
Congrats, you found U. One Special U!
growing up a little at a time.
Taking my time to mature.....
Passion, hmm, but dies down, still need to have.
Constancy in committing to what nurtures and embraces.
Like keeping a point to meet up your good friend.
Vision, must be kept in sight all the time, like a tap on the shoulder to stay focus and on track.
Must take it seriously, hard to maintain when someone is not watching, need to remind oneself, encourage oneself to stay on track, single minded, keep it simple, build your confidence.
No right or wrong, only in listening hard, keeping calm, questioning, can one know whether the practise is sufficient and heading in the right direction.
To meditate on what I have done in my heart, mind and soul.
Asking for grace to be truthful.
Slowly, one should discover one's sense of self worth, purpose, meaning and joy.
This everlasting fruits can never be taken away or replaced. No amount of misleading results and words and thoughts would take you away from your trueself.
You will find confidence like you never did before.
Congrats, you found U. One Special U!
Making sense of what means most
I used to think certs was the entry to being successful and happy.
But, what about being able to relate which gives a positive sense of belonging?
If I can't be accepted, surely my credentials would?
Or being seen as someone capable would mean that?
The need for attention, craving for love becomes a poison that repels rather than attracts,
rejects, rather than accepts.
But, what about being able to relate which gives a positive sense of belonging?
If I can't be accepted, surely my credentials would?
Or being seen as someone capable would mean that?
The need for attention, craving for love becomes a poison that repels rather than attracts,
rejects, rather than accepts.
Cutting through the darkness of the forest that surrounds my heart and mind
Bleak, cold...
Windy winds...
I lie awake... I sleep too much...
I lie aimlessly,
I see bits and pieces of what I ought to accomplish.
Afterwards, that I would be safe, I would find meaning and purpose in the running around.
No, it did not give me a sense of direction where I should head or the confidence that was sipping away.
All the ought and should...
Blasting in my mind, what I should do to become what everyone else is doing everyday.
As if it was the only sign that signals what success and to be happy meant.
Windy winds...
I lie awake... I sleep too much...
I lie aimlessly,
I see bits and pieces of what I ought to accomplish.
Afterwards, that I would be safe, I would find meaning and purpose in the running around.
No, it did not give me a sense of direction where I should head or the confidence that was sipping away.
All the ought and should...
Blasting in my mind, what I should do to become what everyone else is doing everyday.
As if it was the only sign that signals what success and to be happy meant.
Thursday 9 January 2014
Unity
I am come to realise that
love without coordinating,
cheering for others,
respecting others for their time and concern,
recognising you are small and humility awakens and hearkens,
not insisting who is right or our way is the best and what should be.
We will still be
in the struggle for power and recognition.
There would still be no peace.
Until, one truly does it with love,
not comparing or competition,
it would be meaningless.
We are many parts but one body.
When we hurt others, we hurt ourselves.
If we accept others,
we can be at peace even when things don't go according to the way we want them to.
love without coordinating,
cheering for others,
respecting others for their time and concern,
recognising you are small and humility awakens and hearkens,
not insisting who is right or our way is the best and what should be.
We will still be
in the struggle for power and recognition.
There would still be no peace.
Until, one truly does it with love,
not comparing or competition,
it would be meaningless.
We are many parts but one body.
When we hurt others, we hurt ourselves.
If we accept others,
we can be at peace even when things don't go according to the way we want them to.
Friday 3 January 2014
Adapting
Intelligence used in the right context in the working environment is vital to one's efficiency.
Finding out what makes the person's taste such as how much ...is really about being intuitive and making the effort to remember each and every individual.
Adapting to one's environment is one's choice to survive. But, to cater the concern to the exact detail is the difference between a brilliant job done and just doing your job.
Finding out what makes the person's taste such as how much ...is really about being intuitive and making the effort to remember each and every individual.
Adapting to one's environment is one's choice to survive. But, to cater the concern to the exact detail is the difference between a brilliant job done and just doing your job.
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