Saturday, 29 December 2018

Listening to the Universe

I was reading through the poems, I have shared on the net in 2018, and came across the poem, titled the universe talks. I put up the poem at the bottom of this message. I enjoyed reading it and indulged in my imagination in a talking universe. It does not talk in words, but the thoughts and feelings that we get when we spend some time in nature are truly a special experience. Let us all take a long walk today outside and try to tune in to the universe.

If you are about to ask, what did the universe talk about, I can tell it involves purity, beauty, light, and also love, peace and truth. With a small effort, an open mind, heart and soul, I am sure that almost all humans on earth can manage to tune in and get connected to all the principles and values that make up the universe and are the invariable clue and key to happiness. Even if I could bring under words what I get out of my quiet time with the 'universe', it may not make all too much sense to you, since each of us has to "listen" and will hear what resonates with our own soul.

Here is the poem (in free verse)

The soft morning breeze
sways the tiny casuarina leaves,
and caresses softly our skin.
It talks to our soul.

The midday sun plays with the waves:
a thousand lights in the wide-open sea,
touching and illuminating our mind
It talks to our soul.

The pastel colours in the evening skies,
a canvas, a pure joy for our eyes,
touching and beautifying our heart
It talks to our soul

Oh yes, the universe talks.
Let us make it quiet, right now
and listen to its soft sweet voice
to pacify our mind, heart and soul

Tuesday, 25 December 2018

Some Simple Sharing

If we share a cookie
it makes us feel good
If we share a bit of rice
it makes us feel good
If we share a bit of kindness
it makes us feel good

If we could manage a bit more
to practice some simple sharing,
life would be so different
for us and for those we shared with...

Just a short contemplation :)



Monday, 24 December 2018

Dedication in my food

This morning I drunk a mug of orange juice.
While I held it in my hands, I thought of all the love
all the service and dedication that had gone into it.
The planters of the trees, years of sunlight and rain
to let the trees grow and then the fruits ripen.
The pluckers, the makers of the boxes
the lorry drivers the store keepers,
the ones putting it on the shelves of the shop
the cashier, the hands pressing the juice
so much love, service and dedication had to happen
to make this mug of orange juice possible
Even the makers of he earthen mug and all knowledge
that was needed to make the mug and the plastic spoon I used.
With a grateful heart, I drunk the juice and all its vitamins and minerals
I hope the vitamins circulate in my veins the whole day to make me healthy
I hope all the love and service and dedication equally circulate in my veins,
to help me being loving, dedicated and filled with selfless service, the whole day long...

And then I drunk some coffee, ate some bread with butter and had a spoon of honey.
For each a superb love and dedication of society and so many people was absolutely necessary
in order to make it possible. Thanks humanity, thanks society, thanks my friends and to all strangers to all ancestors transmitting the experience and knowledge to make a wonderful breakfast possible.
Oh, my God, let me be an equally contributing member of our humanity and society today.
I pray to contribute selflessly, dedicated, lovingly serving my fellow humans....


PS: I have written a similar reflection about two years back (an orange miracle), but I thought the extension to put the love of all of it into my own day, was worth to write this post too. :) 

Saturday, 22 December 2018

A matter of focus

Many times our life is a bit like the picture above. 
The bottom part is filled with not so nice things, 
but the top is amazingly beautiful, isn't it?

Some people tend to focus about half of the time on each
Some people tend to focus 90% of the time on the dirt
Some people tend to focus 90%  of the time on the beauty

While it would be madness to completely ignore the dirt
We can accept that our life is not perfect
and go on and enjoy all beautiful things in it

Let us be wise enough to deal with the dirt
clean it where we can, accept it will never be perfectly clean
and then enjoy all beauty :) (for at least 90% of the time)
 

Saturday, 15 December 2018

Writing

I am writing for quite some time now.
I remember when I was 18, i had so many ideas.
I wrote so many things, so many poems,...
all for myself.

I did not dare to publish or even let anyone know, I wrote poetry.
Only in 2010 (aged 46), I published my first poem on the net.
On PoemHunter. And then still I felt so much that my poem
was more of a nursery rhyme than anything worth the name poetry.
So I chose an almost unrecognizable pen name, Aufie Zophy.

It takes a while to get some confidence.
Still when I write something now, the fear of "what will they think" is there,
but along the way one gets some confidence that some of our writings are inspiring others
and that makes it all worth it so much.

I got a friend in Kenya who just started a blog and writes exactly and in a wonderful way about this fear. I recommend to all of you to read her first poem in her blog. It is good and so wise:
 http://poetkamau.blogspot.com/2018/12/her.html

Enjoy the poem, her (by clicking the link above) and if you feel like, publish something too.

 

Tuesday, 11 December 2018

Lucky boys

I went for a walk on the beach
and saw a group of boys playing football.
The sea was quite rough;
the sky was looking magical.
Dark clouds with a few colorful holes in them
were adorning and giving almost surreal hues to the sea.

I thought by myself:
These must be among the most lucky boys on the planet
to be able to play in such a wonderful super-beautiful natural setting,
and perhaps not only today but many days in a week.

But then, I thought, how lucky am I too,
to have an opportunity to watch them play
in this wonderful spot of nature!

If just more often we appreciate the simple things in life,
life would become suddenly a bit less difficult...  ☺







Wednesday, 5 December 2018

Peace in a bubble

If we are grateful for a moment
a giant bubble of peace comes and surrounds our being
and then every so often we allow ourselves to smash it
just because of life's small imperfections.


I wrote a small poem around this thought:


Peace in a bubble 
If you manage to be grateful for a moment or two
a giant bubble of peace starts to envelop you
But then more often than ever should be,
for small imperfections or a bit of ennui
we smash the peace, turn it into nought
with bouts of anger and negative thought. 

Aufie Zophy