Spiritual

In the long run

In the long run Only God matters. If there is no God In the long run Nothing matters.
Poem of the week

A Speckled Stone

a speckled stone round as the moon is balanced on the temple gate under that tree lies the man who placed it there centuries ago silently he awaits its fall - his final act upon the earth

Purpose in Life

wondering from birth why I was able to draw so well and never have taken a real art lesson;at 22 years of age God told me that my purpose is to Let His People know his message through art...a comic to

Prophet

This is the story of St Paul from the perspective of someone in a mental assylum. Make of it what you will.

Silence

Silence Silence Such a beautiful noise Sitting There quietly Waiting To hear from dad Time I stop the babbling Listen For that still small voice Hear Just how kind he has been

Trains

There’s trains that rumble like a herd That’s lying siege around the hills, They’re loaded with their tales, their thrills, And runes and legends still unheard.

The Force

Love calls the Force, The Love that rocks the cradle, The Force hammers the rocks, The Force that breaks the waves. The Force drives the Pulse, The Pulse that beats the Rhythm,

Turiya

let the eye close without and open within knowing nothing I visit sleep and become happy gunned down by day my idleness stands watching as I slip into the perfume of a rose -
Cherry

Reflection on Verse 517, Guru Vachaka Kovai

how true you are to say - 'Desire only Silence for in Silence there is nothing to desire' how much time did I waste before knowing this? listen to the surface of the pond