We talk too much

few people do we touch

and most rush away as such!

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I don't have a religion being a humanist

but it doesn't mean that it's not important.

Indeed, those with faith tend to cope better than those without.



Yet, the latter group are still able to find peace, consolation and meaning as they have their set beliefs and value systems above secular matters and are 'spiritual'

I'm a  transcendentalist and feel there's a larger PRESENCE/ESSENCE when I am touched, inspired or 'wakened' by/in some mysterious heightened moments, as when I am in solitude with nature or in quiet contemplation
or when I am in doubt or despair,
or when life seems so burdensome and incomprehensible ...
or when I have to step out of my chained-self to seek my liberation.

These transcendental moments make me feel I somehow belong to a larger COSMOS and that I am not alone----that SOMETHING that speaks without words but Its message is so consoling, comforting and healing.

I then feel that life is no longer painful and that it ultimately has meaning and purpose despite tragedies faced in the course of each life which have not embittered them or caused them to
fall apart but made them larger than themselves--
they become more kind and compassionate

It's our fragility and vulnerability that shall save us,
not our might nor strength.

My best wishes to you--be happy and celebrate life

In a dream she lived

never had she left her home

she wandered in field

Most things I can't do

               to others I must leave

              I'll concentrate on just a few

              this will save me from grief

Fairtale cottage

blurs the edge of reality

supreme fantasy

Winds have died away

snow still drips from barren trees

what's in store tonight?

Beware of the sayings of great people

many are awry and cause much trouble

Life is a puzzle

              it's up to me

              not to make mine a muddle

..but falling

is not falling apart

get up, take heart

make a new start!

I sought a new land   
  far and wide I did travel 
   treading on the roughest terrain   
    all was vexation and travail.

      There was nothing there  
      I could understand   
      into the silent sky I did stare   
       empty was my very hand.
   
      Not a flower or tree did stand     
     the landscape was totally bare     
     I lost my way at the road's end 
      so close was I to despair.
   
      Lo,  a voice descended from nowhere:   
       to your heart you should make amend 
      you've left it though it first waited there 
       turn back to find it and hold its tender hand.

Life is more self-conversation

                 than with others and indeed more profound

                 the latter is fraught with confusion

                 true meaning in the former is only found

Barren trees in snow

languishing light of sunset

casting long shadows

The surest and safest way of escape

is in total self-abandonment

despite adversity of any size and shape

the heart in quietude is never shaken

Full-blown rose and buds

resting in thin common stem

dawn has not arrived

....but my heart
can hold only this much
   it has no more space
and must stay as such

     its well is empty
how to fill up I scarcely know
    love is such misery
with its sharpest needle of throe

     even in this cool smiling spring
every leaf of hope I've shed
     my being is winter-frozen
all my feelings are dead

      and the past like a sad echo
revisits me and will not let go
      in the dark there's no path to follow
slowly I will disappear like a shadow

Old deserted boat

anchored in silent canal

it has deep secrets

I'm only my own tutor
can't be anyone's teacher

To be recognised
is to be agonised

I'll travel the fastest speed
knowing you're in dire need

I was not accepted
            it made me elated

Complain not of  but embrace routine
        bring out all your creativity within

I've failed more times
      than I can remember
      my faith I always kept
      never desired to be another

Let the day be prayer

in all you do, wherever you are

Mother plays violin

daughter listens with delight

both are lost in time

Field of red flowers

beneath warm summer blue sky

smile of gardener

Student to Master:
Revered Master, please tell me why I am so unhappy.

Reply: From your tone and posture, so suggestively
this I can say unreservedly:
it's because you have taken yourself too seriously.

Student to Master:
Revered Master, please tell me why I am so unhappy.

Reply: From your tone and posture, so suggestively
this I can say unreservedly:
it's because you have taken yourself too seriously.

Old church stands on mound

the faithful walk in to pray

greeted by flowers

Moan, oh moan
dying wind
carry me along
I have deep pain within

together we'll travel
just you and me alone
to the end of nowhere
where no tears are ever known

come to me, do come soon
let earth's melancholy be overthrown
by the sweep of your forceful hand
usher in a world free from fear and groan

in that fair land beyond time
there will be the ceasing of your moan
carry, carry me to that Sublime
where the seed of beauty will be richly sown

The lack of humour

     is a social malaise

     I regard it an armour

     all hours of night and day

Can you read their words
       in every touch of colour?
       each painting is a verb
       unlike any other

      a narrative and commentary
      in a voice of mysterious splendour
      your eyes, heart and soul are seduced
      you have become the art's lover

Gentle drifting clouds
reflected in water-stretch
winds stir trees and grass

Under deep blue sky

Fujisan lifts its white head

watched by budding trees

Fresh pick of flowers

brightens home of old couple

reminds them of past

Returning to the past?
         but not too much
        lest you only half-live
       and lose the present's vibrant touch

        there's more gain than loss
        if you will care to unlearn
        seize all you can from the moment
        what went before is no longer for you to yearn

Leave me out,  for brilliance
only opens the door to arrogance

Don't shout

I hear you clearly

lower your voice

I'll engage sensibly

Looking through window

she surveyed gliding of boats

late husband a sailor

Farmers' busy hands

piles of hay to be gathered

ere the day's ending

Those we long to be recognised

only end up being agonised

We tried too hard

and left behind our heart

what's the joy of being smart

when our best self is set apart?

Twin roses in bloom

pride of Japanese garden

long hours of toil

Bud opens its eyes

to greet the first light of dawn

flower comes to life

Songbirds on thin branch

hanging loose on hidden tree

in complete silence

To find someone

who is unprejudiced is so rare

equally pernicious is

the desire to compare

Calm ocean waters

ducks in a flock gently glide

rainbow glows nearby

Repetition is what love doesn't savour
exhausting and vexatious such it does find
she knows and trusts her lover
who will keep her ever in heart and mind

Life never does insist:

' You must understand me!'

  the fault is ours none the least

  we court our own misery.

In the silent stream

two swans glide along in pair

beneath weeping leaves

Love---   at the end

you'd want to return

to the beginning

for more the heart will yearn