Well loved

This is probably one of my favourite poems by E.E Cummings. Gone are the days when people were so vocal. Now this would be termed goosebump inducing , or too outspoken. I've learnt from having lost loved ones that love has to be expressed . It's not a secret to be kept only to be poured out when all is lost. But c'est la vie. *sigh* With accredited online colleges you can learn to write poetry like this with a creative writing class. 

i carry your heart with me
i carry it in my heart

i am never without it
anywhere i go you go, my dear;
and whatever is done
by only me is your doing, my darling

i fear no fate
for you are my fate, my sweet
i want no world
for beautiful you are my world, my true

and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
here is the root of the root
and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;
which grows higher than soul can hope or mind can hide
and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart
i carry it in my heart

Who am I

Soul searching can be pretty illuminating. The search for who you are, what makes you you, the path to defining your passions, interests and the things that ignite the flame right inside you could get so treacherous. It's a perpetual cycle. One slips, one falls, but at the end of the day, you need to remember to pick yourself up, because you're stronger than you think.

My views on religion have always been pretty flexible. With all the horrid things that have been happening around the world, it's easy to blame other people. Before you know it, you're pointing fingers, discriminating, stereotyping.

I believe in the practice of religion, not the preaching of it.
I believe that religion is not a set of rules, or a ruler by which one measures others,
I believe religion is a wonderful relationship between man and a greater being,
I believe that every religion is wonderful in its own way, in teaching a greater good,
I believe that the practitioners of all religions are humans, and in so being are flawed,
I don't believe the teacher should be faulted for the misdemeanor of his students.

But after all , who am I ?

The folly

The folly of being young :
You think you possess superhuman powers

Be in two places at the same time !
Make a difference !
Change the world !

And then you realize you need sleep, down time, and it all comes crashing down again

Ah, the joy of being young and silly

My wishes

I hope we learn
that life is to be lived with laughter as a steady companion,
faith as a pillar of support and
joy as an ever present sun

I hope we grow
closer despite the seas between us

I hope we become
better with age,
and stronger with life's strives

I hope we respect
that differences are what made you you and
me me
and those are what we fell for in the first place

I hope we keep
the unity to scale the rocky mountains of life together

I hope we love
like little children -
unconditionally and unselfishly

I hope we never forget
that every second, every thought and
the tiniest actions count

I hope we aren't afraid
to face challenges head on and
be each other's lights in times of darkness.



Happy 5th, love ! We're a pre-schooler !!

xoxo
Jo

Where is the Love

Learn to forgive what others have done to you
But forget not what others have done for you



People killing , people dying,
Children hurting you hear them crying
Can you practice what you preach
Would you turn the other cheek ?
Father Father Father
Send some guidance from above
Coz people got me got me questioning
Where is the love ?