The simple path by Mother Teresa Of Calcutta, India, Is a classic, a way of life, directed by God, and produced as well, In total submission to the creator, totally financed as well by the producer In whom all things and people, living and dead, now, in the past and in future Find meaning and purpose. Fulfillment, peace, harmony, perfection, love. She exemplified the art of obedience to her producer, winning more than an Oscar.
Mother Teresa 1910 to 1997,Was as well as "is" among the world's most loved, admired persons And she did it her way....You may say, yet it was always God first,And God's way for her, putting herself in God's hands Letting her life be moulded by God.
When one studies the prayer she fondly advocated Giving out prayer cards to all, titled "The simple path" It almost sounds too simplistic, too good to be true Flowing smoothly like a river, when said, it apreads Like ripples in water, moving, yet graceful, soothing
Engulfing all in its way, spreading radiantly and radiance.
"The fruit of silence is prayer" proclaims the first line The sounds of silence, a note increasingly rare to discern When and if we can get quiet, hush, stop, be still, wait
Yesterday is gone, tomorrow may never come Silence... be in the now, today, listen to today,Here now, as we pray in silence, silently pray.
Today is all we have Even of all that exists and we dont know for sure Now we do have, yes, now for sure, it is ours This very momment, It is our own, our very own To use, to give, to take, to waste, to value To pray, oh yes, to pray, for sure, Now remember in silence.
Be still and know that I am God Is what the scriptures tell us to do, Be still And recieive God's blessings, Is the same advice This lovely lady, Mother Teresa, is giving us
From her experiance of practicing this art, for close to a century Listen friends, She tells something new, Prayer is a gift, a blessing from God.
Yes, that is astounding, for it turns history upside down, It is as groundbreaking a discovery as knowing the earth is round That it is not flat as it seems to be so everywhere on earth For prayer we realize is, itself the blessing For herin all the eternal laws are fulfilled Most of all, ask and you shall recieve.
It is instantaneous, as good as in real time, It is live, as we live It is virtual, vitualy live,It is real, as real as it gets, It is it,Dying to self and sounds, silence is golden.
Prayer is silence, Silence is prayer Fruit of prayer is silence, fruit of silence is prayer
We thought the former, we are now told it's the latter Prayer is not the means
Prayer is the end, the end result of silence. The gift.
Prayer is the end ?And prayer is not the means ?What on earth is that about ?How in God's heaven did we miss that ?Mother Teresa at her best Prayer is communion with God.
In silence, listening to God It was not talking Or asking, Or even telling, singing or Even crying, as much as Silence.
Prayer is communication Answer to questions, doubts and fears Prayer is pure conciousness, awareness, enlightenment Nirvana, prayer is bliss. Listen. It is the stillness of our hearts and minds, The sounds of our soul, as we listen, Prayer is power, Grace, truth, love, light, all rolled into one. Greatest blessing of all.
Prayer is one communication, God did not cut off When we were shut out of paradise,Or when God flooded the earth, nor other times when displeased God kept that line of communication open God's mercy allows us to be in prayer God could very well have or can in future pull that plug from us.
Prayer is being aware, prayer is silence speaking, Prayer is Being, Prayer is being on God's channel Prayer is being attuned, Prayer is being attached to God, Prayer is being detched from every thing else,Prayer is being on God's payroll, prayer is showing up.
Mother Teresa was aware, she was on God's payroll,And she showed up daily, on time She was infact a regular overtimer, often opting for overtime Now I know why - The pay was good.The joy of prayer was unto her a reward in itself Prayer was pleasure.
Silence... Prayer... Fruit....Could it be the fruit of knowledge ?Could it be the fruit of the tree of life ?Fruit ?Prayer ?Silence ?
Virtue is its own reward, Prayer is virtue It is in the sanctity of silence We encounter the experiance of prayer, when we cease all our babblings Like when Jesus calmed the waves, upon the waters, by stalling the wind, We must quell the tempest of noise, to be in prayer. Silence is prayer.
When the calm has set in, silence has entered,Noise has departed Knowledge has become activated Perseverence has prevailed, self control prevailed,Wisdom has gained a venue to speak listen, to the voice of Lord our God, one and only supreme being.
In perfect silence, pin drop silence as they say Not as much on the exterior, rather in the innermost depth of our being,Within the fabric of our very cells, be they grey in the brain or other,Silence imprinted upon the DNA's of our genes, Such as iron filings clinging to a powerful magnet Let every cell within us magnify God in spellbound silence.
Mother, as she was fondly called Found that her habit of listening to God, Translated to many other things, for she was able to listen to others,One special quality she had, paying attention to others needs,hearing and seeing what most other folks fail to see or hear,She was always, seeing, hearing, listening, lending an ear, daily.
When she was listening to someone, interacting with an individual One thing was obvious to any observer For Mother at that momment in time,Nothing else and no one else existed,She was one hundred percent focussed on that individual,Totaly tuned in, undistractable, dedicated to that human being.
It becomes apparent, only on discovery of Mother's core belief Her modus operandi – that drove her to the deeds she is so renowned for She took very litteraly these golden words,"Whatsoever you do to the least of my brothren, that you do unto me...."Words of Jesus, that propelled her life, they were a mantra to her, She saw jesus in every human being. Found Jesus in every one.
December 22, 2002, 7th of Dhanu 1178
The Sacred Mountains and Sin City
As the day is dawining, it being so in Europe now,America is yet to go to bed, being up all night is a bit of being American,Weekend tradition here in the new world, this Saturday before Christmas Busy, busy, bustling day and night, shopping allday, if one is so inclined, Partying all night, if one is lucky, gambling all night if able lucky & upto it.
Las Vegas is on West Coast time zone, a good 300 miles East of the coast,Pacific Ocean being on its West, Atlantic being onThe East, 2,500 miles away,North Pole on its North, South Pole on its South, Latitude Longitude North of the equator
If that does not help you locate it, here are somemore Long called sin-city, Las Vegas is actually fun city Named sin city exciting those who forbid fun, not knowing fun is no sin,
For this city where there is non-stop gaming, meaning non-stop action, In the pit, by the tables, on the slots - while some think it to be the pits.
If you look up to the sky to pick up signals, and find where they are rocking Both music and to The hard rock, it is here, out in the middle of Southern Nevada By the grand rock of all, like a band, though not a rock and roll one This one is known for its silence, than the noise the rock bands make,200 or so miles to The East, of the city of Las Vegas is the Holy Mountains.
Yes this Holy Mountain, which now has a motorable highway on itKnown for its sanctity and considered sacred from ages Place of woeship, and yet an object of worship as well - this holy mountain Yet the place to worship, wherein the mighty presence of The creator
Can be felt, experianced, encountered - they now call it The Grand canyon,
This space of all spaces, This rock of all Ages,This scene unchanging and yet always different,This sight inexplicable, this splendor beyond words,This dream like song, this stream of water, this river in the rock This holy of holies, this moment of time and space by the holy mountain.
Upon whose million faces and trillion facets in stone,A billion rays of light fall, a zillion angls anew each day Zillions of atoms of hydrogen and oxygen, which some think caused it This hill on the bank of the river, over time became grand as the river dug it Certainly a city, a civilaization existed here, that has been lost, plundered or stolen.
Why, when, how and what made this story, be told the way it's told now We will know in cource of time, meanwhile we continue to search our history
Seeking the truth in itutions, asking those who may know Reading researching one will discover that in times past upon this cavernous space By the river, beside the holy mountain, existed a city, a people, a civilization.
This civilization, this people, this city, was made to succumb to injustice, For it was not considered proper by some, who came by to disturb and destroy,
An ancient culture, an ancient way of life, an ancient civilization, an ancient people They were plundered, pummelled and pulverized, fortunately by God's grace they were kept From extinction, like the Jewish, and other persecuted races, surviving to this very day.Amen.
The holocat lasted barely a decade, horror of horrors it was, Against a people for no crime they did, yet persecuted and tortured,
Killed like sheep taken to the slaughter, and the world kept quiet, what a shame
Like to the Jews, The native Americans too, were slaughtered, almost all
of them we call American Indians, Red Indians, The natives of North and Central America.
Some wrongs have been corrected, some wrongs are difficult to correct
Some wrongs are almost impossable to rectify, some wrongs perpetuate more wrongs
Some wrongs seem right at first, and many rights are considered wrong to have and hence
Some rights are denied by the oppressor, oftentimes to keep the oppressed under
Some people never learn to forgive, Some nations never learn from history.
No need to anguish over guilt, no deed is too tough for us to do
No seed is impossable to grow, feed is too little for the ones hungry
No greed is without its just punishment, no lead a sure winner if not pursued
No reed is broken witthout a purpose, no weed ever outgrows a the true crops
No plead was ever entered for the rights, o plea for the natives for their land or rights...
July 3 rd, 2005
" The United Nations - aparthied and undemocratic"
Feeling empty and yet with Earth on one's mind
Being on Earth amidst the emptiness within
Energy lacking, emotion almost without,
Only we humans, experiance such agony, on Earth, me thinkest.
Earth is a Planet not just in outter space
It is home and the one we share
With human beings as well as animals,
Birds, Fish, Trees, Plants, Bacteria, Virus and much more
We huaman beings have many qualities
The finest of all being the quality to laugh
No other life form has the skill to be humorous,
And we humans seldom do any justice to that singular quality.
Mankind instead of laughing everywhere
Laughing together, we are adrift in grief,
For we are inhuman and brutal,
Our politicians are worse than morons, and we call them leaders.
The so called leaders, be they G 8
Or the UN's other list of "Divided Nations",
The Secretary general and them Presidents,
Prime Ministers, Quees, Kings, all shameful excellancies.
The live 8 and other dramatic depictions
Of poverty, greed, ignorance and war,
Show how hollow and empty the hearts and minds
Of the world's politicians today are, so called leaders unto themselves.
How does one get such trash for leaders ?
How does these scum rise to the top ?
How do we become such suckers, people.. ?
When will we get people like Mahatma Gandhi, to lead us again ?
The Earth is one single unit of mass,
The Earth is piece of real estate,
The earth is a home, it's not to be a war zone,
The Earth is all we have, folks, belieive it or not.
Them damn politicians, the mob of today
The world over, they are the same, Terrible,
Crooked, wicked, Corrupt, Dishonest, Horrible,
They come in shapes and colors, creeds & ideologies, Miserable.
Them fat cats who plunder the poor, persecute the good
Hobnobs with the rich and powerful, seek your votes,
Give them non, for they are thieivs who care not,
Whether you live or die, scumbags who will rot in hell, heaven forbid.
Show me an honest politician, not just in America,
Rather anywhere on this Planet Earth,
And I will follow him or her to the far corners of the Earth
For the lawmakers are anything but keepers of the law they burden us with.
Unite, citizens of Planet earth, lets for a society,
Let us dissolve the UN-United United Nations,
A basketcase of fighting, infighting undemocratic bunch of burocrats
Of the rich, for the rich, and by the rich nations of the world.. to plunder others.
Established to enforce peace on the Planet,
The UN does little to stop the war,
yes, what are they doing to stop the bloodshed ?
Nothing, not a thing, for they dont care, damn it, its talk, talk and not even talk now.
Coffeee, tes, whiskey, beer, wine,Gin, soda and all,
It is all about toasting, wining, dining and drinking, hosting
While the world watches wars here, there and everywhere,
The UN is fast becoming a has-been. It is toast alright. Real. Toast to the end of the UN.
Koffi on the take on the food for scam deal,
And he cannot speak of stopping the war,
For the smoking gun will become a bolt from the blue,
Red and white will veto him till he is blue in the face..to insignificance,
Yes, the undemocratic organization that the UN is,
Wants no votes, or voting, fair and square, on matters
Each country a vote, like each person a vote, NO, NO, NO,
It has got a pampered lot of 5, fat, ugly, colonial 5, that practice aparthied at the UN.
Yes, the UN is anything but a model for the world,
It is not a democracy, and it has got to reform,
Or it is better to close shop and save the Planret,
For this UN, is but a scam and a sham, and they want to spend a Billion on the building..
What is this thing called Permanent Security Council member ?
The war mongering nations of the 20 th cebtury, nothing else,
They say, no one dare question them, war, votes or nuclear. It's their turf, veto.
They say, and it goes, There is no democracy at the UN. Equal rights to nations now due..
Them 5 nuclear power mongers, can go or do nuclear,
Even though it is unclear why they can and others cant,
That is their rule. They can. You cant. Like in the past. men can vote, not women.
They can they say, however, dont do what htey do, they say. WHite can vote, not blacks.
If the UN is to survive, for it certainly will I hope,
It must become a democractic body, One union of Nations,
United in a cause and for Peace, one body, equal, or we will see it
Persih in the near future, if it continue in this trajectory of a Norrthern hemispheric bully.
The divided Un-United UN,
is a curse on humanity, as it is now,
As long as it has a charter, that denies rights to some nations
While giving those rights to tohers... That is apartied and undemocratic.
Equal rights, Fundamentalto democracy,
cannot be sacrificed at the global level
For then it is a mockery of rights, laws,
And all else that democracy stands for. Un must become a body that is democratic.
Fundamental rights are violated,
When some Nations are denied rights,
That are permanently given to tohers, this class system, this caste system,
Must be ended and there must be equality of nations. One Vote one nation. No Veto power.
Civil rights are denied at the UN,
For it is not an organization that practicies it,
For at the UN, some Nations are previlaged,
And that leaves the others as second class, the class sytem and colonial era is over...
