Dedicated to my beloved Mother Have you seen her? Have you heard the whispering of her calming voice laden with wisdom? Have you ever looked into those lovely compassionate eyes? Her ways are mysterious to those who have not experienced the path she’s taken. Her voice is comforting to my soul… Her touch is soothing to my weary head… Who is this paragon of beauty? She is my mother… She, the fairest of all to my soul; From her I...

Hmmm… How could this be? We are profoundly unaware of the present… This ever illusive place where the past and the future slide into each other. That is, the here and now, the place that we always are, is the place that we are least likely to see for what its fully is. I’m also infected with this human condition. if you examine my thoughts closely, you will find them mostly occupied with the past and the future. We scarcely ever...

It seems quiet here… From this little shelter of mine I watched the world I can see the mood swing from one extreme to another…. and I can see and feel it changing again…. This generation of which I can’t deny being a part of. Is mood driven, today we praise one thing… Tomorrow we denounce the very same thing, all based on nothing but mood. A generation driven by mood can be as unpredictable and dangerous as a pet...

Hope you had a nice Easter celebration. I had a very nice time with my family, though my mind drifted off into the land of thoughts, as always… …Who is this man that came back from the dead? Why does he have such a great influence over the human race; even after he has left the scene for more than two thousand years? His name is Jesus Christ. That name stirs up extreme emotions. Many devote their lives to the study of his life...

Running, running, running…. I saw them running….. But why are they running? Ha! They are running away… running away from themselves. How could this be? How can you run away from yourself? You can’t, but you can try, try, try… The ancients lived by aligning their lives to reality….. But the generation to which I belong are trying desperately to align reality to their fantasy….. This is futile and self...

I don’t feel like writing today… then why am I writing this?… Because my rational self is telling me the contrary. Though my emotional self is telling me not to write, Hence, I don’t feel like writing… My rational self is telling me I’ve got to write in spite of me not feeling like writing. Emotion is one of the most powerful gifts we humans are endowed with, but at times it does lead us astray if not tempered with...

Oh how I wish I would go to sleep soon… I’ve been trying to go to sleep for about 2 hours now Sleep seems to be very elusive tonight… The present…… That place where past and future meet and slides into each other Creating what we refer to as the “Presentâ€?. The present is real and at the same time a mirage. We are always here in the present, but can never get a hold of it Because the moment you tried to, it...