Believe

I wanted to touch the stars, but never propelled myself to reach for it because I was afraid I'd come crashing down.
I'm learning that being earth bound shouldn't stop me from reaching out for what I want.What is holding me back, is me.
The stars seem distant because I did not have the faith to fly!
Nothing is impossible, all I have to do is believe.
'Ask..... and it shall be yours, reach..... and you'll find that nothing is as far away as it seems.
Go on and reach for those stars!

Moving On

When storms uproot trees,
and scatter them,
like leaves in the wind;
When boats are tossed,
by the furious waves,
and broken up into fragments;
When hearts are broken,
time and again,
by thoughtless words and actions,
It seems like the end of the world.

The scars are visible,
but faith and hope work together
to heal the wounds within.
The journey continues,
as the indefatigable spirit
Moves on, ready to take on life.

Order vs. Chaos

It took the creator seven days,
To put everything together,
and when it was time to leave
he handed over the reins to man.

His parting words,
as he bid goodbye,
were, "This universe is
now your space,
This world and everything in it,
is my gift to the human race."

Thus the first families began,
The task of organizing
their brand new home,
Ideas were bandied about
on all the do's and don'ts.

Some preferred the strewn about,untidy look
Others wanted it spick and span,
And though history books have no record,
That’s when the first battle began.

The spick and span clan,
Liked to keep things in order,
And scrub until surfaces gleamed
Align everything symmetrically,
Keep every nook, spotlessly clean.

The chaotic brigade,
Liked the strewn about look,
They felt it saved them time.
Comfy chairs,overflowing with clothes and cats,
Their idea of a comfortable nook.

The spick and span clan, relax when they clean
Untidiness clogs their brain.
The chaotic lot, firmly believe
That order is creativity’s bane!

The differences are many,
But opposites attract,
So since the beginning of time,
Order and chaos always come together,
To create complete bedlam.

My Boatman

As I walk towards the boat
I spot the familiar,
weather beaten, face,
of my boatman.
He smiles and extends
his gnarled hands,
to help me in.

The skies are dark,
and I can hear the rumble
Of the impending storm.
Winds toss the boat,
but I’m unperturbed,
I know those capable hands,
will steer me through the troubled waters.

From dusk to dawn

Every traveller must walk his road,
no matter how weary.
People come and go,
shadows lengthen,
and the quiet dusk,
heralds the end of day.

I must go on,
my lantern aloft,
thankful for the
journeys past,
looking ahead,
to the dawn
of a new day.

How much is enough?

I am posting one of my favorite stories on this blog. Many of you may have read this before. I believe there are very few people who live a life of simplicity and contentment,like the fisherman in this story. The choices we make and the dreams we pursue determine our destiny. Things come and go and its only when you decide, how much is enough, do you actually enjoy what you have.

Here's the story.

The Mexican Fisherman
Author Unknown

The American investment banker was at the pier of a
small coastal Mexican village when a small boat with
just one fisherman docked.

Inside the small boat were several large yellow fin tuna.
The American complimented the Mexican on the quality
of his fish and asked how long it took to catch them.

The Mexican replied, "Only a little while."

The American then asked, "Why didn't you stay out longer
and catch more fish?"

The Mexican said, "With this I have more than enough to support my family's needs."

The American then asked, "But what do you do with the rest of your time?"

The Mexican fisherman said, "I sleep late, fish a little, play with my children, take siesta with my wife, Maria, stroll into the village each evening where I sip wine and play guitar with my amigos, I have a full and busy life."

The American scoffed, "I am a Harvard MBA and could help you. You should spend more time fishing; and with the proceeds, buy a bigger boat: With the proceeds from the bigger boat you could buy several boats. Eventually you would have a fleet of fishing boats. Instead of selling your catch to a middleman you would sell directly to the
processor; eventually opening your own cannery. You would control the product, processing and distribution. You would need to leave this small coastal fishing village and move to Mexico City, then Los Angeles and eventually New York where you will run your ever-expanding enterprise."

The Mexican fisherman asked, "But, how long will this all take?"

To which the American replied, "15 to 20 years."

"But what then?" asked the Mexican.

The American laughed and said that's the best part. "When the time is right you would announce an IPO and sell your company stock to the public and become very rich, you would make millions."

"Millions?...Then what?"

The American said, "Then you would retire. Move to a small coastal fishing village where you would sleep late, fish a little, play with your kids, take siesta with your wife, stroll to the village in the evenings where you could sip wine and play your guitar with your amigos."

Letting Go

The plant takes root and blossoms,
Into a sturdy tree,
The flowers herald the arrival,
Of young fruit upon the tree.
When the fruit ripens,
The branches bend down low,
and when the time is right,
The tree just lets it go.


The trees in all their wisdom,
Know that life is change,
that eternity is the here and now,
And love is for giving away,
So they celebrate summer
with laden branches,
Fall with a riot of color,
Winter with its starkness,
And spring with new green leaves.


Let’s take a leaf,
Out of nature’s book,
And learn to live and love;
Celebrate the splendor of life,
Through all its highs and lows.