You’ve asked me to speak to you concerning Love. In all humility, how could I even dare to attempt to explain the mystery of this heaven-sent feeling?
Have not better scholars and brilliant poets undertaken this task sufficiently?
Understanding Love and trying to give one a clear, easy definition is a thing which troubles the imagination in its description for many times words stumble in the effort, leaving much to be desired. Still, Love deserves this effort!
This wonderful feeling plucks our heart strings like the skillful fingers of a master harp player. The musical notes rise upward from heart to soul, heard by the one experiencing the feelings and surely by the Angels of Heaven. Such is my poor attempt to explain Love.
To those who have never experienced Love, no explanation will suffice. To those who have, any explanation simply brings forth a knowing smile.
When Love is present, life has full meaning and wonderment. Without Love, life is a vacuum and void.
Be vigilant, for you might be experiencing it without really understanding what it is, perhaps crushing it like the petals of a rose during its development.
There are different kinds of Love: such as parental and platonic Love or the Love of animals, art, music, or our Creator. Do not confuse one for the other as you live your life. Do not expect a guarantee in the Feelings Department, for there are none. Such is Love.
Ponce de Leon searched for the Fountain of Youth in vain, but you and I can find it easily. Just attend a Yoga or Tai Chi class or get on a treadmill or elliptical machine – you have found it!
In every instance, let your conscience be your guide,
but always let your higher common sense dictate action!
Have you ever felt so low that you could sit on a cigarette paper and dangle your legs? You feel so low that you’ve sunk to the very lowest depth of depression. Why, you would have to look down to see up.
Nothing is right. The sky is not blue enough, and the sun is hung upside down. Food tastes bad, and music is just noise. You have left the blues far above you and reached a new low.
Talking only irritates you during your descent into oblivion and depression. Besides, you wish to wallow alone in your misery. You are the best pessimist ever created. (Everyone knows a pessimist is simply an optimist who thought of it first.)
Suddenly, you awaken, and a smile breaks the planes of your face as a random thought comes to mind. You were actually only half-low because there’s always whale crap, which is on the bottom of the Ocean!
Smile as you journey onward, my friends.
Lying among wild flowers in a high country meadow, my nose is enjoying their fragrant smells mixed with that of spruce and pine trees.
I inhale and exhale deeply for several breaths and then my breathing settles down to normal as I lay quietly, enjoying the smells, warm sun on my face, and bird sounds.
My consciousness is aware of the quiet calmness, absent any noise of everyday commerce such as traffic, horns, sirens, trucks, etc.
My head is turned sideways, and a slight but tiny movement catches the corner of my eye. My eyes focus and closer examination reveals a beautiful red-and-black dotted small rounded body moving along a narrow leaf towards the stem of a large wildflower. It is a little ladybug moving along with determination. As I focus closer, I see little white specks on the flower stem, and some of them are moving slowly. Now I could see and understand the destination of this little bug. She is going to dine on her favorite prey. I turned my head back and looked at the robin’s egg-blue sky for a few minutes. Then I closed my eyes.
All was well and in harmony. Everything in my world that should be balanced was indeed balanced. All the equal and opposites were equally blended. At this point in time, all was beautiful and perfect in my world: No fuss, no hurry, no cares, and of course, no worry.
Since everything is perfect and good in my world, there is nothing left to do except take a nice nap.
Happy and safe travels on your journey!
He walked among us over rocky pathways
Many long years ago.
The message He brought was the one He taught
To free us and let us know.
Numbered among transgressors,
Beaten and scorned with shame.
He shouldered false accusations bravely
And never placed the blame.
Not happy with His suffering,
They sentenced Him to death.
They nailed Him to a cross
To draw His last earthly breath.
He was buried in a sepulcher
Which was hewn in stone.
Women prepared His body for eternal rest
And left Him all alone.
Just as the prophecy had foretold,
The stone was rolled aside:
Three days later, our Savior arose
To ascend and forever to abide.
The ultimate sacrifice for our sins –
A price we could not pay –
Was paid in full by our Savior.
Each year, we celebrate this act on each Easter Day.
Happy Easter, Everyone!
W. Foster Welborn
Born of the people,
Learning to live off the land.
As a boy, he learned a warrior’s ways
And grew to be a man.
Strong Bow hunted Tatanka, the buffalo,
With both bow and lance.
He guided his horse among the headlong rush,
Killing meat to feed the people when he got a chance.
He had wooed and won a pretty maiden’s hand,
Who became his wife.
They lived and loved while moving freely on the land,
Following a nomad’s life.
He danced with fellow warriors,
Circling the fire around.
War drums beat the rhythm,
And many moccasined feet beat tattoos on the ground.
That was when he was young and powerful,
A mighty warrior to behold.
He was fast and furious back then, many moons ago.
Now he was gray and old.
Strong Bow sat on his aging war horse atop a hill.
His shoulders slumped forward with his head hung down.
Cold winds blew around him,
Making the only sound.
The old warrior’s face smiled lamely.
It was a good day to die,
And soon his spirit would depart,
Taking wings to fly.
Cold wind knifed through his buckskins
Into his old body both weak and frail.
Strong Bow closed his eyes and softly sang his death song,
Having reached the end of his trail.
(Note: The above poem is a result of my thoughts that were evoked by this artwork.)
How far up before down,
Funny person but not a clown.
Where is half-way or middle?
When does a violin become a fiddle?
Energy forces flow in together, then separate,
Moving slowly, then accelerate.
Young then old, cold then hot,
Push or pull, is or is not.
Glass half empty or half full?
It’s a toy, or is it a tool?
Flamboyant and open, then indiscreet,
Hard then soft, sour then sweet.
Life, birth, death cycles careen,
Inward then outward, but not in between.
Swirling and blending as they enter,
Trying to blend, striving to center.
Life’s energy forces turn and blend,
Like tides going out or coming in.
Focusing and searching for tranquillity
So balance will descend.
Bells will ring if they’re rang.
You’ve conquered Lao Tzu’s Tao, which is Yin and Yang,
Turmoil fades like a dying wind.
Calmness now becomes your friend.
*The highest and best in me salutes the highest and best in you.
Note: In Chinese philosophy, yin and yang (also, yin-yang or yin yang) describes how apparently opposite or contrary forces are actually complementary, interconnected, and interdependent in the natural world, and how they give rise to each other as they interrelate to one another. Yin and yang can be thought of as complementary (rather than opposing) forces that interact to form a dynamic system in which the whole is greater than the assembled parts. Everything has both yin and yang aspects, which some call polarity.
According to Kahlil Gibran, Love is the offspring of spiritual affinity *. Unless that affinity is created in a moment, it will not be created in years or generations. It is, indeed, wrong to think that love can come from long companionship and persevering courtship.
It is, in fact, the spiritual affinity that creates companionship in the relationship. This encourages respect for each other, a deeper friendship, and a lifelong joy of each other’s presence. It also encourages communication (the ability to talk with each other in lieu of at each other) when problems arise. Mind Games and manipulation are foreign to it.
May you be blessed with spiritual affinity with your mate.
God’s blessings upon your journey!
* The definition of affinity is: “Close relationship; connection; a natural liking, esp. a mutual attraction.”
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This poem comes from Autumn Leaves:
That which refreshes my soul.
That which renews my life.
That which gives life meaning.
That which gives purpose to existence.
That which gives center, balance,
Quietly directing our pathways.
That which our consciousness innately
Understands is right or wrong.
That which is beautiful from any angle,
In any light, from any distance.
That which cannot be changed, disfigured,
Or transformed into anything but beautiful.
That which is true to life forever.
That which lives in truth throughout eternity.
That which brings peaceful serenity
As it strips away falsehoods by knowledge.
That which makes the unique, alone,
Thrills us, yet challenges us onward.
That in us which cannot be denied
But accepted and exalted in reverence.
The I AM of the Universe, Father of Lights,
The Alpha and Omega, first and last,
Which lived, died, yet lives again forevermore.
That is what we recognize in ourselves! HIM!
Glorify His Name in all places, at all times
That your days may be long, your peace steady.
Praise Him in all things, for all blessings.
Place your feet upon the path and follow HIM!