feel good · Healing · love · Poem · Poetry · Spiritual

Gratitude

In the velvety black-blue sky

two mountains stand as soldiers

with their snow-clad peaks glistening

in the white gentle moonlight.

I lie on my back on my sleeping bag,

my outstretched hand playing with

the dew-laden soft grass.

The smell of the moist Earth fills my lungs

grounding my very being.

The sound of the crickets fills my ears

with a chaotic symphony.

The sneaky stars play hide and seek with me.

And in my heart only these words echo

‘Thank you!’

Image credits : http://geraintsmith.com/southern-rocky-mountains-super-moon-rise/

feel good · Poem · Poetry · Spiritual

Golden Ocean

God made you in the God mind

and then God threw his head back

and smiled.

A thousand suns filled the sky

and started setting one after another

in a golden ocean.

And that’s how you were made.

feel good · Healing · love · Poem · Poetry · Spiritual

When I am gone

When my body is dying
And my soul is on its way out
Take me near the trunk of that mighty tree

The one that was my refuge
The one that supported me
Yes, that one who grounded my untamed emotions

Let me lie near my beloved
And let my body rot in the mud
My soul can witness this union
What comes from the Earth, goes back to the Earth

Let me help my beloved
Thrive a little more
Provide the nutrients
Of my flesh and bones

And when some birds come
To eat my eyes, let them
Let me give back to my dear mother nature
For I have lived and only taken

And then when I become one
With the mighty tree
Maybe one day my son will
Pass by below me

Maybe he will touch the mighty
Tree’s trunk and feel it’s leaves
Maybe in it, he will feel his mother’s touch
His mother’s love, care and protection
It’s still all there

feel good · love · Poem · Poetry · Spiritual

My Wildflower Man

I met a man once
With a mighty heart
Beautiful smile
And soulful eyes

Why do you not love
Yourself, I thought
In a dark room you
Keep the child locked

So happy to give love
But hesitant to take any
Do you fear being left out again
Have you been betrayed by many?

Is that why the child
doesn’t come to play?
But oh dear man,
Times have changed

Must you always have
The child be a man?
Let him free, love him
For that, will make you a whole man.

love · Poem · Poetry · Spiritual

Bye papa

Thanks for everything you gave

Thanks for all the laughs you shared

I hope you have a wonderful afterlife

Hope you are feeling free in the spirit realm

We will keep communicating like we used to

Now we have another angel looking after everything we do!

feel good · love · Poem · Poetry

Vancouver, you beauty!

You pulled me in with your beauty

and mesmerized me into surrender

 

You gave me a welcoming home

like you give to homeless in your streets

 

You gave my son serene lanes to walk in

lined with your quirky Victorian houses

 

You get painted in all of God’s colors

and remind me of letting go and moving on

 

You are just like my hometown

filling me with hope every morning

 

You are precious Vancouver

blessed with God’s beautiful creations

 

You are magical Vancouver

with Angels flying and looking over you

 

Thank you Vancouver

for everything you give!

I love you Vancouver!

Images Credit : me

 

 

Poem · Poetry · Rumi

Rumi poem interpretation – Unnamed Poem

Here is my interpretation of Rumi’s unnamed poem:

Which is worth more, a crowd of thousands,

or your own genuine solitude?

Freedom, or power over an entire nation?

A little while alone in your room

will prove to be more valuable than anything else

that could ever be given to you.

In this poem Rumi is trying to explain how important he thinks being alone with oneself is. It is only when we quiet the mouth as well as the mind’s chatter that revelations happen. These aha-moments which happen in a meditative state are priceless according to him.

He compares an extroverted leader who might have power – maybe over an entire nation to a mystic who has freedom and who is completely satisfied in his own solitude, and asks the reader which one they think is worth more? There is no right or wrong here, obviously. Leaders are just as important to the society as mystics. A person who is a good balance of extroversion and introversion, leadership and mysticism would indeed be like a dream come true.

Taken from The Essential Rumi

translated by Coleman Barks

Image credit : me