Biography of Aufie Zophy
My name is Hans Van Rostenberghe (reflectionsbyhans.blogspot)
I am living in Malaysia and love to read a bit of life's philosophy. Just trying to express some of the thoughts in a melodious way.
I chose the author name of Aufie, which is a contraction of auto and fiets, Flemish for car and bicycle. How I came to this author name is a long story.
My blog is found by googling reflectionsbyhans.blogspot
Aufie Zophy's Works:
A garden of wisdom, love and beauty, co-authored with two friends from Malaysia
Tiny beads of wisdom with the potential to make large chunkx of difference (published in APril 2015)
Aufie Zophy Poems
Little Purple Flower
I am a little purple flower My petals so extremely small I 've stood in the grass for many an hour Enjoying a breeze most of all
Y... In The Dark Of The Night (Poem Abou...
It is dark, no moon, no light Just darkness, a starless sky The wind blows, the waves break A single firefly passes by
X..... A Little Sadness
Reflecting on my life at the end of the week A tear leaves my eye and caresses my cheek My ego wants to force a smile, but my soul doesn’t feel the need This little sadness doesn’t taste bitter; it is sweet
My son, I can see so many good things in you And here I am really honest and true. My son, I love it when your caring heart opens wide When I had a headache you came and sat by my side
My Mother's Lesson In Empathy
At the time, I was a five-year old boy A visit to my aunty, always a joy My cousin was playing with cars at the back He just had a new one, the body in black
Y..... The Balloon
I went to the sea of love, this noon I took it and put it in a blue balloon I brought this balloon, so blue
Y/. The Golden Key (A Sonnet)
One day, I want to melt all gold on earth And make a wonderful key with it all This special key of incredible worth Will be fit to unlock your heart and soul
Contemplation, searching for my soul Silence encompassing all Alone but not in solitude Silence giving fortitude
Speck Of Significance
In the universe, a human so small, Looking just like a speck of dust But born with a mind and a soul And able to think, love and trust.
I guess it was my aunty's fault That before I was six years old It were my looks that made me happy She just never stopped praising me
Sacrifice Of The Ego, Privilege To The S...
Praying with ego, or praying with soul, The ego prayer is our ego, talking. It sees prayer as a sacrifice of our time,
Walking on a hot and scorching day We meet a splitting of the way A way downwards looking shady, some trees are there A way upwards, sandy without trees, just looking bare
Y..... The Biggest Freedom
I pray for love We are all bathing in it We just have to open our hearts, to open our minds
Y/. Never Waiting Again
While waiting in a queue or jam Let's try to connect to our heart And search for a lovely feeling
Relaxing in a lazy chair
Casuarina branches, painted on an ever blue sky
A breeze of traveling fresh air
A wondrous white cloud wanders by
Where it will go I am clueless
before long, all again is blueness
I feel a bit lost without
my wandering white wondrous cloud