Biography of spiritual seeker
A seeker of knowledge and wisdom... and tread gently on this earth!
spiritual seeker Poems
There Is No Honour Among Thieves And...
Among thieves and murderers, There is no honour among them, They plunder and kill, lied behind their smiles,
Trials Of Tears
When humanity is lost, When greed and anger took the scales, And justice thrown far faraway, We only see trials of tears.
Stars are always there in the sky, Though sometimes hidden by dark clouds of the night, Or blinded by the brightness of daylight, Stars are always there in the sky.
A Little House We Build Together
We had build this dream house of ours, A little house under the clouds, with beautiful garden and trees, and five little stars shining above.
That little smile in your face, a gift better than gold, Will break the stony barriers between strangers, Will mean a world of difference to someone, Will warm up the chill in someone’s heart,
The Girl Who Has No Email
She is black and she is tall, A little shy… Spoke so softly, I could hardly hear her voice. -Sit down please. What is your good name?
The Joy Of Giving.
Seen you so many delightful bright yellow sunflowers? Greeting the morning sunrays, openly smiling, Swaying playfully under the cool morning breeze, Happily kissing those bees come regularly visiting.
In my clear dream, I was digging the soft ground. To my utmost happiness I found a piece of shiny pure white stone. Happily I put it inside my pocket and rushed to take home.
Wise words are like fresh sweet water, It's source from the pure white snow in the distant mountains.. That have stood over nature's temper, battered by the howling winds over centuries.
Look at the floating bubbles! With colours of the rainbows, Rising gently to the open blue sky, Happiness for all.
A Tear For Every Happiness
Look at the rain drops! Like precious pearls from the sky, A blessing for thirsty earth, Bursting life after death.
See this stump of a tree… ravished before by a terrible storm, It’s new shoots has grown big, And now bearing again the sweetest flowers and fruits.
Wise words are like fresh sweet water,
It's source from the pure white snow in the distant mountains..
That have stood over nature's temper,
battered by the howling winds over centuries.
This pure water, sooths the soul and rise it way above clouds,
It causes dry desert to sprout with flowers abundance,
And gently shape the hardest rock and ground.
It's spray, cool the earth and douse the heat of flame.
It nourishes throughout centuries,