Monday, April 15, 2024
SPRKS IN CSF: Henry ,the bunny
Henry ,the bunny
You are no O henry, o little bunny, nor a king henry
Your hutch your kingdom, watchfully viewing the lands beyond,,
Be that the dining table , or those who pass by the room,
A short pause when you greeted me ,yes ; through it to my bunny,
Who had passed on years ago, for a brief moment ,
Yet your fluffy self an image in my mind still, even when you breathe here no more...
poem by Pc-3 (04/14/2024)
Tuesday, February 20, 2024
SPRKS IN CSF: Saint Navalany ...
Saint Navalany ...
I pray , to St.Navalany, along with all the new saints ,
All the new saints that go up before God , no gates barring them,
All who I beseech to, to intercede for my earthly needs , for all my wishes ...
All these so presented ,I pray for world peace too ,
Each day , so many more saints ;so many to carry my prayers ,
Yet my prayers seem stifled , saints have been all around us;
There are the martyrs, of all denominations , all regions -
Those quietly suffering , those who pray and carry on ,then to die..
All who dared to hold true to their depths, their souls ,
Those who stood up when asked to kneel, those who kneeled when asked to stand ,
All colours, creeds , all who dared , all who lit the lamps in their hearts ,
New martyrs each day , this world has given, each of saintly , yet human natures,
Courage of ethics , drives this flow to the heavens , an un-ceased flood to God ,
In our todays , in this so very modern era , they flock to the heavens ....
poem by Pc-3 (02/19/2024)
What maketh a saint- 'one who stands for what is right, despite all opposing forces, even despite one self ,for that is also a soul's courage '
SPRKS IN CSF: Saint Navalany ...
Sunday, February 18, 2024
SPRKS IN CSF: Quiet
SPRKS IN CSF: Quiet
Sunday, February 11, 2024
SPRKS IN CSF: 'Hind'
'Hind'
Hind-It's a name , names that means... 'some one',
Yet names , they define one , they limits one, and we all have names ...
They are children, they are mothers, are fathers , brother, sister , some ones' some body...
We never chose who we are , how we are or where we were placed on this earth,
Yet again others want to destroy lives ... just because , just that ;for 'being'.
There are shapes, colors ,sounds , they differ ...
I pray again, oh universe, oh let the might of nature take over please ,
Yet again my prayer so the 'puny humans of war' be made to stop,
By the wrath of nature , even as all Gods sleep, for Gods an eternal coma-
Has unleashed the demons of Men, here , there and over the hills too...
Demons of men ,theirs an epilepsy with chants of ' destroy all', theirs 'god given insanity' indeed...
So I pray , Nature do what you do, so the blinded men stop their wars, please....
Poem by Pc-3 ( 02/10/2023)
Tuesday, January 2, 2024
SPRKS IN CSF: safety
safety
I read the news about the Japan earthquake, and my thoughts just go to the uncertainty we call life ...
People of Toyama I pray that you all are safe. I also recognize that the ties that connect us come also just
by chance . My connection to Japan is primarily through my own daughter's connection and some times I
think we may have some past life connection. I felt a connection of oneness when I visited there with
my daughter who had been teaching there. There is no other way to describe the internal connection I
felt breathing in the air and feeling the murmur of the bamboos , I felt at home , felt I belonged...
Hence I also feel with the people who are now feeling the stress and anxiety. I know safety is a temporal
sense that is there , but it is a memory that comes when uncertain events take it away or disrupt it.
We forget to feel it until it gets unmoored .I hope all the people on this earth feels safety, yet mostly by
human actions that feeling gets broken , at other times Nature makes disruptions....