God is talking to you
through the sky
the sparkling stars
the trees, the flowers and bees
the wind’s touch that sways the leaves

God is talking to you
through your prayers
through your laughter and smiles
through your fascination and astonishment

God is talking to you
all the time

just listen
you might realize
that He is talking to you
through the very ears you listen
to the life around you

He is talking to you
by giving you the ability
to listen to Him

and if your ears
happen to hear nothing but silence
then it is that silence that is God’s words
to you

if you don’t believe it
just listen
and if you really doubt it
try listening through your other senses

with no one to talk to
about my feelings

with no one to see
the real hues
of my heart

i find myself by the window
with the sky, the sun, the moon
writing, pouring, flowing, freeing myself
of this burden of confusion and loneliness

early morning walk
the town looks different
peaceful, serene, fresh, alive
birds chirping, leaves swaying
workers greeting one another
people whispering ‘morning!’
with bright but tranquil smiles
as they meet in the eye
while passing by one another

pass by a man;
a brief whiff of cigarette smoke
pass by a house;
the smell of toasted bread
pass by a hotel;
the sweet scent of pastries and croissants
pass by a coffee shop;
feel nostalgic and look forward to a warm cup
pass by a field of grass;
inhale the pure smell of greens and rain
pass by flowers;
close your eyes to the delight that comes over you

an old man walks
smiling at everyone

i’m walking too
with my heart under my feet
my face like a grey cloud

our paths collide
he catches my eyes
and smiles

his aura of joy
touches mine with compassion

i’m spent
from the tiresome whirling of my mind

i have nothing to offer
so i smile a pathetic smile

and as he goes his way
and i mine

i let the magic of his sight
touch my soul

and i write

everything moves in the sky
there’s no past, present, or future
there’s no wishes or attachments or expectations
it just is, things like clouds and planes
add themselves to the canvas
and pass by it without
any emotion or emptiness
they just do
they just act
they don’t think
they don’t second guess
they don’t wish to look a different way
they don’t wish the sky was bigger or bluer

i want to be like that
i want to live like that
me as the canvas
and my life, my days,
as the clouds and planes
that leave no traces on me
they just pass by without disturbing
the peace and wholeness of my soul

we’re the ones that choose to either
sink or rise
when misfortune strikes

we’re the ones that choose to either
struggle for control
or surrender to life’s flow

we’re the ones that choose to either
react with chaos or silence

it’s us
everything
is up to us

we don’t have control
over many many things
but the thing we do have control over
is the most powerful of all

it is ourselves
our reactions
our attitudes

if we have our act in tact
if we choose rising over sinking
if we choose surrender over struggle
if we choose staying silent over screaming

everything falls into place

it all ever so effortlessly
falls under our liking