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Harmony or Peace? If peace was the purpose of life, animals and the food chain were never formed. Harmony perhaps is but not peace. Harmony is the product of man’s journey while peace is only a transient stage. You can’t find a sea without a storm. No absolute stillness in this world. Even the stillworld…
History of Slavery I have never been a slave*, I won’t become one and I won’t enslave either. Because I am a free man. I am breaking the habits, because the little insecure self, wants to control. That’s the nature of controllers. Being little and ambitious. We are as infinite as the universe, God, or…
A Feast at My Ancestral Castle Ladies and gentlemen, My dearest friends, My beloved tribe, We are all gathered here, at my ancestral castle to celebrate the wholeness of life, power and eternity. From the ancient manuscript etched in our soul, I read out loud for you all: “Power only presents itself in a fraction…
Loneliness, Lowliness, Emptiness We are all, fragments of a shattered mirror, scattered in the world. We all can reflect and on special occasions can shine. Some of us are looking for a piece that heals its broken edges -bandaid and not a cure- while we forget we are only fragments of a shattered mirror. Loneliness…
Jaguar and Fawn A hungry black jaguar, resting on a branch, crying out loud for yearning for a musk doe: Oh my love, I’d like to chase your vibrating scent, and follow you to the darkest forest where your glowing eyes are my only guide. When you move, even the wind stops; watching you. Your…
My Imaginary Friend I have an imaginary friend, a very clever kind and strong one, whenever I need any help, he is there for me, anytime I am sad his shoulder is available, he always cheers me up. He never gets angry or cross even if I do. Sometimes he talks through me with others,…
The Gambler In a nice morning of winter, when the unborn snow was melting and the southorn breeze was the Harold riding a chariot in a rush to let the sun know, the cold-hearted queen won’t be overthrown, a hopeful man with a red nose and wishful mind, holding his tickets firmly on his way…
Seducing Sisters And hope is the mysterious vicious deceptive destructive force! Dear Lord,condemn it to eternal death. Hope and expectations are two sisters who are the thieves stealing the pleasure and the joy of each breath in an exchange for the unknown tomorrow full of promises. They could bring a new level to the ride,…
The Triangle of Wisdom I am the reason for my own misery. We are the product of our decisions. Patience, resourcefulness and having vision( perspective ) about life are the qualities every young person with a dream of fulfilment has to obtain. These are the elements of wisdom. But who knows a wise child? Lack…