I feel empty,
Is it desire?
Is it passion?
Is it wealth or fame?
Tempted by wordly pleasures,
My mind lingers in confusion.
Yet the ray of impermanence strikes,
All these desires would make sense if the body was eternal,
But it is NOT.
It shall soon rot and decompose.
What should I do then?
To accept Death as it is.
And use all your time in this temporal world to fully, truly,
Practice the Eternal,
That is Love my friend,
Fully Love in gratefulness,
Fill yourself with Love,
And you shall free yourself from Death!
A bird sits contemplating
On a branch
Of dancing trees
Swaying at the sound of snow white sugar.
This ice-cold view
That somehow warms the heart
And whispers that God is everywhere.
God is with the bird outside in the snow,
For it shelters it with life and warmth.
God is with the dancing trees
Swaying at the sound of the crisp wind.
God is in the falling snow.
For it spreads the world with a layer of infinite beauty
That only few stop and appreciate its beauty.
(The bird contemplates.)
God is in you and me.
It’s just that we forget sometimes.
We forget the most important of things:
Forget our place in the world.
So contemplate like the bird, my friend
And have faith
For the Lord is embracing you, right now.