Books cast a mystic spell over me that is hard to explain at times. For me buying a book, reading a book even holding a book in my hands drifts me away for few minutes and serves to be very relaxing.
I am afraid to fall,
Thinking I won’t get up,
I am afraid of failing,
Thinking I will be left behind,
I am afraid of change,
Thinking I won’t survive it,
However, I am not afraid of trying,
Knowing that He will be with me.
The Tao Te Ching is a fundamental text for both philosophical and religious Taoism.
After gaining the understanding of Tao, Taoism, and reading about Laozi, I found the book very inspiring and composed of many philosophical views about life.
Poetry – ever lasting language of soul,
Bound to leave an impression,
Nurtured with life experiences,
Defines its own existence.
Each unique, colorful, and beautiful,
Flying freely everywhere,
Symbol of joy, freedom,
Inspiring love, promoting hope,
Each fulfilling what nature desires.
In the memory of all the victims who have died in various Mother Nature’s catastrophes.
At times, we fight with ourselves,
Sometimes we fight with each other,
Most of the time we fight just to fight,
To seek victory, to conquer, to control,
In denial of Mother Nature’s powers,
Forgetting its important message,
Message of love, humility and humbleness,
It is only when mother nature strikes,
The fight for life is all is left to fight.
In the silence of night,
She admired the beauty
of stars and moon,
Only to discover,
That they too hide scars on them.