THE SILENCE OF SORROW
You left last night with your violin
Your eyes were red and teary
You looked back once at me and
Just as quickly
Closed the door.
I had no chance to speak,
But then, hadn’t we said it all
Our fall came not from lack of love
But rather from too much.
I’ll miss your violin playing
Flailing at the demons not seen
Straining the strings with despair
As when our daughter died
As you walked out the door
We didn’t speak
It wasn’t necessary for
Contrary to our forced feelings
We carried on with
Painful hurts in
You left with your violin and
I stayed and
- Visiting …
- Words spoken…
- felt… feel.. see.. sense..
- The Energy..
- …leaving a trace, a print!
- …leaving a trail..
- the touch ..
- the feeling
- the senses
- leaving a trail..
- a print
- .. a touch of..
- ..a print of
- I hope
- I wish
- today for a start…
- ….wherever I step
- a turn .. a visit
- I leave heart-prints!
- .. of compassion
- ..of understanding
- … of harmony
- … of connection
- …. of beauty
- .. and of love.
- Heart-prints of kindness
- And genuine concern.
- May my heart touch a lonely neighbor
- … a broken-heart lover
- .. a rebellious daughter
- … an anxious mother
- perhaps an aged grandfather.
- My steps take me out today
- To leave heart-prints.
- And hope..
- and wish all
- “I felt something… a lightness! a spring in my step!,”
- ..sense warmth ..
- … the love
- that is deep within .
- transference of Peace, Love and Beauty
- Heart prints everywhere …
- …….. no distance matters
- ……. no time counts
- …. traveling in senses
- …..traveling with feelings
- …..traveling with visions
- Vision of hope!!!
- Vision of Joy!!
- Vision of Harmony!!
- Vision of ONENESS
- Vision of LOVE
- ……..leaving behind Heart prints!!
- ……. leaving behind visions to create..
- …….leaving behind dreams to dream…
Copyrights © 2010 January 02 / Nuzhat Ansari
I want to fly like the eagle,
Wild and free
I want to sore through the skies
Seeing all there is to see
I want to fly as the warmth
Of the sun shines
Upon me, giving me such
I want to fly to the highest
To where no human has
I want to fly and gain
Truths that only the
I want to fly like the hawk
Searching for life
Seeing and knowing
That there is truth
I want to fly with the angels
To and fro
Seeking where I am
With Angels, serving
Doing all that is right
Now and forever
Copyrights Rebecca Collins
One darkened day as I lay dreaming
I came upon a junkyard of despair
I saw a pile of old decayed words
So rusty, no one cared
The pile of words was piled so high
I could not see the cloudy sky
And birds of prey gnawed at the edges
Revealing poems inside its wedges
They spoke of great beginnings and the wisdom to be had
In which all things depended on everyone’s enduring
The wind blew strongly then
It shuffled words into all truths
Of what I know not but I knew
They would not break or bend
The pile then moved away
To other junkyards in dismay
Who knows who else will see
It’s fault filled destiny
I know the pile will always be
In some ole dreamers dream
Scouring through the mounds of words
For poems and songs in some sun’s lighted beam
And maybe he will stop a while, and cogitate and learn
From old decayed rusty words
That seek protection from the birds and
Refuge from cold screaming tomes
That lie upon the pile of ole discarded poems.
Copyrights Noberto Franco Cisneros
It can’t be because you say
“I love you” ever, because you
never do. It is
not the innocent way you say
“Goodnight” whenever, at the end of our calls
I tell you “I love you.”
Sometimes, maybe, it’s by the
red pepper fierceness — or the milk chocolate sweetness
of emails that arrive
like snow flurries, or even in the drifts
The way I know most your love
is true is by the cascades
of laughter, the babble of words, that tumble
out of the telephone.
That’s on a good day. But
yesterday you said you would be
too busy with important things to call and
this morning my mailbox stayed
When I don’t call and you won’t write,
is love a melted snowflake?
1/19/10 Carl Weis
Obscurity becomes a desirable state,
Where joy retires inconspicuously.
The delicate face of love,
Masquerading as hope,
Both sensed yet unfelt,
Never assimilated into certainty.
So what remains of this dancing delicious fatality?
But the purity of eventuality.
A million times the heart has broken,
And mended: A silent miracle.
A thousand times the mind has smoldered,
and ashes kept: In sacred urn.
But only once will this bird fly,
when invisible hand turns the key of cage:
To free the wings of destiny.
Broken, burnt, empty,
I am delighted to announce the celebration of Rumi in Sedona…
This is titled “There are people” and it’s about the people I see in my work every week.
They are branded as having mental disabilities, but I think it’s the majority of the human population that is mentally disabled making up so many illusions, judging people unfairly and disguising their true feelings and forgetting or ignoring the basic things of being human.
These are People
There are people who see you for what you are.
No matter if you are from their backyard or you come from afar.
No matter of your gender, appearance or age.
A people as wise as a sage.
They open their hearts and feelings to you
and their feelings are always true.
No masked disguise, no lies.
Openess, they share their laughs, anger and cries.
If all mankind followed their ways, we would be enjoying better days.
Written by Bengt Nord in Sweden
A beloved soul mate/ friend in Sweden
In the words of my beloved friends Ishraat & Prakash (who also made the vision of ruhaatish possible), ‘strange are the ways of destiny’.
Today while walking down the magical streets of Sedona, I visited our friends and owners of the Lotus Gallery in Sedona. This place is like a magnet. It draws you in, and by some invisible force, you stand within the Gallery mesmerized by the art, words, and work of the master creator Nicholas Kirsten-Honshin. His beautiful wife sits quaintly on a delicate chair always surrounded by admirers of her husband’s glorious work. We met a few months ago, by chance….and chance meetings are often the best meetings one will have in life, because they are designed by divine fate.
Our last meeting was deeply touching. I was looking at semi-precious stones in Honshin’s gallery, and suddenly, as if by some unseen force, Honshin presented me with a glistening Opal. In his humble, most subtle voice, he said ‘this is you birth stone’.
I knew that instant that his spirit was One with the Divine.
Now our latest meeting with his lovely wife Krystal was even more amazing. She was dressed in demure fall browns, wearing Native Indian, and Southwest elegant jewelry, and telling us about all the latest wonders her husband is creating in his studio. She came to me, and handed me a 2010 Calendar by Honshin, called ‘Zen Cat’. I was entranced for the second time. She knew in the silent language souls speak, that I adore and love cats. Little did I know that another surprise awaited me within the world of the Zen Cat.
When we left the Gallery, she gifted to me something precious beyond words.
A CD of chants gifted to Honshin by the Dali Lama. Imagine my joy.
Here, I share something that baffles me, involves me, and makes me dig deeper into the meaning of ‘chance meetings’, which are by no mean chance….they are meant to be.
And so the ‘ present life cycle and circle of love & friendships continues’.
My beloved elements are mountains, mists, lakes, and landscape, never forgetting the mystic moon and my friend the cat! All these are symbolically represented by Honshin in the month of October in his 2010 Calendar. Coincidence or Divinity?
In the words of a great master, Honshin himself, this is what the Zen Cat wants to say to the world! Also enter his world by visiting his website in my Art section here. There are so many aspects to the beauty of this calendar. Not only will one be transported into the meditational world of the Zen Cat but the entire Calendar is printed on 100% recycled paper, chorine free using soy based ink.
Using these environmentally friendly printing techniques in the making of the Calendar by www.amberlotus.com , they have saved:
- 1428 fully grown trees
- 520,524 gallons of water
- 988 million BTU’s of energy
- 86, 126 pounds of solid waste
- 158, 784 pounds of greenhouse gases
Paintings and Poetry by Nicholas Kirsten-Honshin
Excerpt taken from ‘2010 Calendar’ by NK-Honshin.
The teachings of the Zen Cat are born in the awakening of awareness and oneness of existence. They demonstrate love that is expressed in the peace, joy, and happiness that unfold in our hearts as we embrace the sacredness, perfection and beauty of all life.
In the Zen Master’s own words, here is the story of the Zen cat as it happened: “While I was quietly reading the Lotus Sutra (teachings of the Buddha), the original Zen Cat, Miss Kitty, climbed up onto my lap. As I continued to read, I became aware that her mind and my mind were becoming one. She wanted me to read aloud to her. So I did. There she sat in intent meditation focused on the teaching as I read. Her appreciation and obvious understanding opened my own mind and heart to the oneness that exists, connecting all living beings in the gentle love and compassion that is in every precious moment. It is my hope that the meditations of the Zen Cat will also bring awareness to all sentient beings”.
The 2010 Zen Cat wall calendar is a meditation in art and words, on the sacredness and interconnectedness of all life. Artist and author Nicholas Kirsten-Honshin uses painting, printmaking, and poetry to communicate a message from the pure heart to the universe- reflected in the grace and humble honor of his painter’s name. “Honshin”, which means “original mind”, or “pure heart”.
“Every breath is gift and a joy golden in its nature”.
Surprise!! Happy Birthday Ansul – from the admin team of RuhAatish 🙂
We wanted to surprise you with real flowers today but since you are without an address at the moment.. make do with these 🙂
Make this birthday extra special for we all are together – gathered here. Strange are the ways of destiny & we are not complaining. Do write something today, for we love your words.
Lots of Love and Prayers to You – Always,
Ishrath & Prakash