Whispers

That which is said without words Is always rich in imagination. It lasts forever and ever, Serves beyond its purpose. A life lived simple doing nothing, yet all accomplished, ambitiions none, yet achievements complete, is the eternal life. Life of the Buddha is best lived only by The Buddha himself, for he lived life his own way, not by the way of any other great soul. Empty of words and logic, Sailing along the natural path, Simplicity in thought and mind, Reveals the way to eternal life.

A six foot mass of muscles and bones, ever taken for granted till pain strikes and shakes. When every muscle tightens and the spine weighs you down, nerves crackle with pain and the brain yells out its agony. Others cannot comprehend, neither can it be expressed, but when it strikes, painful to bear, yet should be borne. Yet work should be done and life goes on, nothing can stop the body that must bear and carry on. The young face that smiles, innocent and exuberant. How can a little pain stop the care and work that she needs? As long it can be borne it will be borne, and when it can no longer be borne, leave it to decide the road.

A life of trials, always in short of green notes Followed by three long sick months. Dawned a new path, the path of knowledge filled with eight hours of joy, another eight hours of doubting words. Even coins in shortage, but forced to spend my hours in company of the rich and wealthy. Sympathy, a cruel weapon, for no match to it to inflict injury on a wounded heart. Dawned a bright sunny cheerful morn With happy tidings of a new job. Began an eventful journey of which the first came a series of roommates. Spiteful words, spit out  on roads in full glare of public view, asked to move out in the middle of a cold cruel night. Days of hardwork, food long forgotten computer my only solace praise at work the best medicine. Hardwork opened doors to a new frontier crossing two oceans to travel far. Work became an ocean filled with Sharks here and sharks there escape one, only to land in the jaws of another. Saving myself became a full time occupation Both a...

Rickety rugged muddy track winding along no man's land. Thorny bushes growing mad, violet flowers adorn the land. Ploughed fields waiting for rains, tomato fields with bumper crops, ears of corn hiding behind leafy stalks, chickens in coops counting their days. Silent lands for the new comer, hiding within are scores of sounds for trained ears. Where varied sounds synchronize together, blissful silence blankets the land. Raw and untamed lands that caress none, nurturing all that dare its wilderness. Where life flows like a tranquil river - creating new paths yet always on track.