The Zoo: the place for anyone who loves nature, animals, beauty, art, poetry, creation and diversity. It is where we can listen in to the song of the universe, the harmony of birds chirping, lions roaring, bears growling, monkeys laughing, and that sound of elephants spraying water with their trunks.
But rather than feeling inspired, my trip to the zoo last week left me sad, angry and frustrated. The zoo is nothing us humans should be proud of, it is a display of the very worst traits in our character. Continue reading “The Zoo: a symbol of human atrocity”
For someone who has never observed the Sabbath, the ‘rest’ of the Seventh can seem overwhelmingly restricting. Besides for all agricultural labor that is outright prohibited, there are also restrictions that affect many other aspects in day-to-day life. For instance, one is not permitted to cook, write, dye, ignite a fire, carry any objects outside of their home, travel, prepare anything for Sunday, and tens more. Continue reading “The relevance of the Sabbath”
I was honored by our dear friend Didis with the nomination for the “One Lovely Blog Award”. I would highly recommend you pay this site a visit, it is filled with good poetry, inspirational quotes and wonderful teachings from the Sikh tradition and their great masters. I must say I’m fascinated by Sikhism and Didis is a great messenger for his faith. Continue reading “One Lovely Blog Award”
As I’ve already elaborated in my acceptance of previous blogging awards, it’s simply rewarding to be recognized by fellow bloggers, and the dialogue the awards create are also fun. So for that I would like to thank Angie & Bad Analogies (what a name!) Continue reading “Liebster Blogger Award”
We heard your tales
We sang your songs
We drew your portrait
We never forgot Continue reading “Oh, Jerusalem”
Thank you 500+ inhabitants of my virtual chaos. With your support and feedback I explored and expressed ideas and feelings that were caged like lava in volcano awaiting eruption. So thanks for being on the receiving side, and thanks for your insights and writings as well.
Most people I know don’t like to think about dying. Death is taboo, especially when talking to ninety-five year-old’s. When people are depressed, when they have nothing to look forward to, they think about death, and usually it makes them feel even worse. Today, I asked myself, what is so scary or sad about dying?
My conclusion was, that it’s what millennials call FOMO, [Fear Of Missing Out]. Continue reading “Scared to Death”
Thousand of years ago
my soul was born to a violent world
I was scared of the future
lonely in the present
Then I was visited by an angel
He consoled and comforted me
told me stories of love, peace, and pleasure
prophesies of tranquility and spirits. Continue reading “Oh, my angel”