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Nature’s Healing

We’re part of nature, but all too often, we forget about it, completely detach ourselves from it and then wonder why life is so stressful. Let’s go back to where we belong, even for a short while, even for just a brief recharge.

Without strife I’ll feel the rain;
With ease the breeze will come to me;
I’ll hear birds without strain –
The nature’s gift is rich, but free!

I’ll walk the path across the meadow
And lose my qualms along the way.
I’ll breathe my sighs and let them echo,
And let my worries go astray.

Among the pebbles in the river,
I’ll rest my tired, sleepy gaze.
The purl of water will deliver
My thoughts from stress of busy days.

I’ll stay till dusk, and when the crescent
Emits a pale pearly blue,
I will come back a convalescent
And come alive, refreshed and new.

(The photo above was taken in the Acadia National Park in Maine, USA. The place is full of trails to hike and explore)

What do you say? Do you feel refreshed by the great outdoors, or are you an incorrigible city dweller? Don’t hesitate to drop a comment!


We’ll Make It Through

Ever seen people in the harshest of circumstances, who despite all misfortunes, keep up with a cheery spirit and even have enough strength to encourage others? I have, and it makes me believe that it’s what we have inside that matters, not what affects us from outside. There are people that seem to break down at the slightest hint of  rejection, under the lowest degree of stress. On the other hand, there are those that stubbornly stay positive in the face of any failure and maltreatment. This poem is for keeping ourselves and our close ones afloat:

Thoughts are these creatures
That enter your head.
With impudent features,
They urge to be fed.

Tiny but bustling,
They delve into sense,
Constantly rustling
At peace’s expense.

Boosting displeasure,
They hype up your woes,
Sinking the measure
Of cheerless lows.

Thoughts of this kind
Are merciless beasts.
When they’re in mind,
Then misery feasts.

They’d never lighten
Your burden of stress.
Rather, they’d heighten
Unease in excess,

Lead to confusion
And pilfer your sleep…
See the intrusion!
Don’t let it go deep.

Don’t get infected
By saddening blues.
Don’t feel dejected.
Keep positive views.

Let us uphold
All the patience we need.
Raise it twofold.
Never let it recede.

We’ll make it through.
Could it be otherwise?
We’ll make it through
All the lows and the highs.

(The photo above was taken in Northern NJ on a sunny spring day. I believe that the vibrant yellow is the most uplifting of colors)

Please share your thoughts: what do you do to bounce back from things that want to weigh you down? I would love to find out in your comments!

My Sun

The sun shines on us all and gives life to everything. Every one of us should also have an internal sun – the source of everything positive – that beams within and without to inspire ourselves and everyone around.


A fortnight ago, the sun wasn’t mine.
Infused by the brine
Of mist from the ocean,
It wasn’t lethargic but offered no sign
Of tepid attention or lively devotion.

That sun was for those who suffer a bore,
For them who are left with no hope to explore,
For those with reasons to come to despair,
And those who have a mistake to deplore.

Nor was it for me when it shined last week.
Its tone was meek,
As it softened the air.
A cloud enframed its romantic mystique
And veiled the sun’s magisterial glare.

That sun was for those who try to conceal
Some intimate dreams and emotions they feel,
For those who whisper and those who flutter,
For them who are sweet on a dear ideal.

The sun of my world is the sun of today.
Its brightening ray
Will not spare a cloud.
With no hesitation it’s leading the way
Straight into the summer, vivacious and loud.

This sun is for those who share delight,
For those who smile and harbor no spite,
For them who insist on the positive mood,
And those who want their day to be bright.

(The photo above displays a fragment of an Uzbek suzani tapestry)

Now it’s your turn to share about things that keep your spirits high and cheer you up in tough times. Is it a pet, is it a special place, a dear friend, precious mementos, music, art? I would love to find out in your comments!


Here’s a poem about the magical world of dreams, the land to which we drift into in our sleep:

When evenings expire and sink in the dark,
Your thoughts will depart to another existence.
They’ll seep through the pillow and slowly embark
For islands beyond apprehensible distance.

The islands of treasure are calling for you.
They beckon with fluttering yarrow crowns,
And faraway hills of the indigo hue,
And spirited grasses of yellows and browns.

What treasure, you ask, is contained within?
The type that is only of matter to you:
Your hopes, iridescent and paper-thin,
And shimmering wishes reflected in dew.

You’ll wander about and linger in awe,
Admire the land as you cut across,
And right by the dawn, just before you withdraw,
You’ll shelter your memories under the moss.

(The scenic photo above was taken in Eastern Kazakhstan, the land of steppes and blue mountains. The photo of lush moss was taken in Acadia National Park, Maine, USA)

What about your dreamy state of mind? Does it leave you enchanted, intrigued, saddened (hopefully, not), recharged, lost? Either way, I’m sure it’s special. Please share your comments!

Just a Thought

Sometimes we need to seek out beauty in our lives.

The moon will scatter

Hints of romantic settings,

Of love songs,

And of cool grass, and…

But it is all wasted

If we don’t see beyond

Our porch

And traffic lights.

(The photo above was taken in Barcelona, Spain. This is a shot of a beautiful light show at the Magic Fountain of Montjuic. Isn’t it marvelous?)

Have you ever found yourself so caught up in your everyday routine that you forgot to appreciate the simple pleasure of getting touched by nature? What made you wake up? I would appreciate to read your comments!

The Happy Person

Love feels airy, tender and festive just like these pretty balloons:

The happy person sees the sky
And knows its wonders day after day.
He’s seen the clouds of every dye,
The sun and the milky way.

The happy person doesn’t walk –
She dances skipping along.
She hums and sings when others talk
And lightly gets rhythms wrong.

The happy person loves the breeze
That soaks the heart in his chest.
He’s gladly savoring with ease
The youth at its very best.

The happy person gives a wink,
A cheerful wink to the moon.
Her heart continues to thrill in sync
With life’s most vivacious tune.

Although the life is often tough
And nothing is ever ideal,
The happy people are happy enough
With all of the love they feel.

Joy is theirs and ever so true,
For they have each other, you see.
The happy person is you.
The happy person is me.

(The photo above was taken at a big mall in the center of Tokyo, Japan. The Japanese have an unrivaled skill for making things pretty)

I realize that love is not always happy, unfortunately. What kind of feelings has love evoked in you lately? What picture would be symbolic of what you feel? Looking forward to hearing about it in your comments!


Have you ever felt how love saturates your whole being and creates the sensation of infinite fullness within you and all around? It is a perfect marvel!

Stretching out my arms, I still can’t embrace
The measure of love both in time and in space.
Beyond the horizon, as far as I see,
Expanding forever, it follows to be.

True love is unending. It is borderless.
It’s hard to imagine, I ought to confess!
For how could it be the way it has been?
Infinity is what I’m holding within!

(The photo above was taken atop Mount Pilatus, a massif overlooking the city of Lucerne in Switzerland. Yes, love extends even beyond the farthest horizons seen from the highest peaks.)

I wonder what kind of sensations people experience when they are in love. Do you feel something particular only to you? Please, do tell in your comments!


All people use languages (verbal, sign, written, spoken), but only some bask in it and reflect on it lovingly.

I live in my language.
I sleep in it, breathe it.
I travel with it –
It’s my integral luggage.
It’s just like a well
That can never be emptied;
My thirst, still, befell
Not to be satiated.

It tends to my needs.
It amuses. It searches.
And cheers, and leads,
And persistently urges
To power words
By creating new rhymes.
To joke betimes.
To look only upwards.

(The photo above depicts a baptismal font from a 5th century church near Hebron. I feel that it fittingly corresponds with the simile of a well describing the importance, antiquity and sanctity of Language)

What are your thoughts on this? What does language mean to you? Is it just something you speak, or is it an inspiration? Do you speak one or two or more languages? How does that affect who you are? Do you ever wonder about the roots of certain words and ponder on the antiquity of languages? I would love to hear about your own unique view in your comments!