Life and Spirituality

Ready for the cooking S ome say there is a God And there is a Devil Some say there is no God There is no devil Merely creations of imagination Creations of a human mind At times to exploit Theirs is the power of lies At times to understand The Infinite that is beyond comprehension Who made the stars? And all life within So magical From whence comes This infinite love That ever flows? These are seekers of truth All know There is life There is death There is the power for good And a power for evil A power with lies A power with truth Lies are for moments Forever is truth Around these thoughts of humans Were born religions And cults of Satan The cults of God called themselves godly Some of the cults of Satan in secret and dark Also called themselves godly When they came out to solicit For theirs is the power of lies How is man to know? Who is for God? And who for the devil? It is simple dear frien

A Picture from the garden of author's home W hen we were young Life was fun Worries were for Mama Life was to play and run Early morning we went to school Later we were off to work Mama said don’t be late Come evening, you must relax at home Mama and Papa to heaven have gone So we went to another home The home of love where lives the Lord Our Eternal Mother and Father So as not to be insecure and alone It was evening then, relax He said Come night, when you have had your rest We shall have a new dress for you For you to begin a game In a new life, new day, all over again Note: The different stages of a life may be compared to different parts of a day; read about that here: http://someitemshave.blogspot.in/2011/01/five-stages-of-human-life.html And through it all only a few lucky ones hear the seven truths, for it is not ears one needs to hear these truths, it is not eyes one needs to see these truths, yet there are s

View from the window where this poem was composed This Story of a human life In brief Father Universe Mother Earth Sent forth to dwell In this world For a while With a designated Quality of life Two boxes of biscuits One filled with joy Another with sorrow One sweet Another salty In the years Up to twenty One lives The quality of life That was chosen From twenty to sixty A human may strive To create for a while What pleases him or her From sixty to eighty They return to that Which was chosen and defined From the start Albeit tempered By what they had sought In the years that intervened A human stays Beyond eighty In this life If they have been slow to exhaust’ What had been packed for them In the box of joy In the box of sorrow When it comes time To bid goodbye When one prepares The grade card The Universe shall review For your boxes to renew When a human departs Was there s

  Image Source; https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hallstatt#/media/File:Hallstatt_300.jpg T he Billionaire upon making his first billion Threw a party for friends at his mansion A mansion he purchased for ten million The band was good and the host handsome But in his heart joy was missing So he dragged an old wise friend To a quiet shaded corner In the garden beside the pond I have six mansions, two private planes A luxury liner with hostesses ever so blonde Ever ready to give a massage With breasts so large He made a gesture with his hands to show Yet in my heart there is much pain A drink makes it better for a while But the morning after is ever so vile Has all this been in vain? Said the friend, in mystic Himalayas Live sages holding the keys to ooh la las He must visit the location Whenever it is time for a Vacation To the Himalayas by plane, by train Followed by a drive up a narrow lane a day worth of walk up a

The golden mean, the middle road A yellow Mandevilla creeper on the front boundary of the author's home So said the prophet, In all things dear one The middle road is by far the safest When your heart is heavy with sorrow A little of a good wine shall banish it Too much of it on the other hand May destroy instead from words of King Solomon  and also personal experience this a friend coveys A little of good food And you shall appreciate it Too much of it Will lead to sickness and pain A bit of exercise, will help the muscle tone Too much of it, and one might break a bone A little fame and name Shall honor you Too much of it And you shall lose your freedom To live freely, even to breathe In mother earth's joyous kingdom Too little of money And you shall be deprived of what you need Varying from situation to situation Just deprived or utter destitution Too much of money It shall be a burden and a frown