Poetry of the Heart

Heal Thy Self

2009-11-23T06:38:00.002+08:00

Jesus said "You too can be like me"
He meant that we all have
the ability to heal.
And we can because
the body is made up
of atoms which are devas.
The body has intelligence
and we have forgotten
about them, how to invoke them.
Instead we leave it to others,
huge pharmaceutical companies make the drugs,
doctors prescribe drugs,
people giving advice of what they perceive.
And we do not listen to ourselves,
what the body, mind and soul
are trying to tell us.

Heal thy self for a healthy self.
Call on the subtle energies,
create a positive energy field
to synthesize with the negative.
Balance yourself.
Love yourself.

This Moment

2009-11-10T05:04:00.002+08:00

This moment is quiet, all are asleep

This moment feeling sleepless

This moment nothing comes to mind

This moment listening to light music

This moment is NOW

Fish in the Fish Pond

2009-10-14T23:07:00.002+08:00

Marbled goby aka soon hock aka ketutu,

featherback aka sai tor hu aka belida,

tilapia, tilapia, tilapia.

They all swim around my fish pond

with two tortoises and some shrimps.

It is such an enjoyment to watch

the fish swimming in the fish pond,

to watch them play.

The pond is now doing well,

there is no need to make any major changes.

Just clean out the filter

every few days.

The fish are happy, the tortoises too.

It is so nice to see the tortoises

sunbathing in the afternoons.

I laugh to see them stretch out in the sun.

Lost in the World

2009-10-13T22:54:00.002+08:00

for a few days

i was lost in the world

lost in my thoughts

i became weepy and sad

somewhat depressed

and had to find time alone

oh such despair to be lost in the world

lost in thoughts, lost in emotions

but all the time i was aware

that i was getting lost

like the lost sheep

looking for its shephard

fortunately i found myself again

and have somewhat rebounded

i was lost and then was found

Green green grass of home

2009-10-07T12:06:00.002+08:00

I am so into green.

Green is the new black.

What is so cool about green?

Gardening, composting, worms.

Worms dig into our soil,

Aerating the ground

To make it more fertile.

What is so cool about composting?

Waste not the organic waste.

Less waste for waste disposal.

More rich soil for the green garden.

Did you ever hear trees in the jungle

needing chemically produced fertilizers?

No, they just make do with composting.

Dead plants and animals turn into fertile humus

all in a good day's work.

Hazy Days are Here to Stay

2009-06-19T20:43:00.002+08:00

The weather is very hot.

There is hardly any rain.

Open burning is happening here and there.

Hazy days are here to stay.

The Sky

2009-04-05T21:52:00.005+08:00

I love looking at the sky,

especially when it is full of clouds.

The clouds tell us a story,

if we are interested to watch out for it.

A Walk In The Park

2009-04-02T11:30:00.004+08:00

I love trees.

I love parks.

I love walking in the park.

I love walking in the park under huge, magestic trees.

I love being under the canopy of a large tree.

The wind whispers in the tree.

The leaves on the tree flutter like butterflies.

The branches dance in graceful sways.

It's a wondrous sight to see and

a melodious sound of silence to listen to.

The birds chirp happily in the tree

that provides them shelter and home.

The squirrels scamper around

from ground to tree

looking for food and a hiding place.

Ants march along the trunk and branches

to their nest made of leaves.

Rain Dance Chant

2009-04-02T11:19:00.002+08:00

Everytime it gets too hot for days

I do a rain chant.

Not exactly a rain dance

but just looking at the sky

so bright and cloudless

not even white clouds in sight.

I look beyond the hot day

and make an inner wish

for dark clouds and rain to come.

With the dark clouds come wind.

With wind comes a certain coolness in the air.

Lo and behold,

the clouds often come with the wind.

Then comes the lightning and thunder.

And finally the wondrous rain.

Sometimes it drizzles lightly

but a drizzle will not wash away

the hot, hazy, dusty day.

Sometimes it pours dogs and cats,

washing away sand and dirt from the road

in a torrential manner.

The fury of a tropical rainstorm.

When I was young, we were taught

to sing "Rain, rain, go away,

come again another day".

Now I sing "Rain, rain, come today,

wash away the dusty day".

Anytime The Rain

2009-04-02T10:31:00.002+08:00

I give thanks to the Sun

for shining its radiant light on Earth.

The sun provides not only light

but energy for healing.

Plants need the Sun for photosynthesis.

The Sun helps the body produce vitamin E.

The Sun kills germs.

But when the Sun is too strong,

it gets very hot in the day.

Plants start to wilt.

The air gets dry and acrid.

The Earth gets dry and cracks.

Our skin gets burned.

Which is why I like the rain.

Rain provides us with the much needed water

and it cools, cleans, clears and cleanse the earth.

It waters the plants and streams run clear.

The clouds and the wind that build up before the rain

add colour and excitement

to an otherwise bright day.

I like the Sun but

anytime the rain is god sent.

In the Heat of the Day

2009-03-31T22:33:00.003+08:00

The scorching heat of the sun

on a hot and cloudless day

is enough to keep one indoors

and avoid the great outdoors.

The only consolation

is the occasional wind

that blows so gently.

This is when there is wish

that we had more big trees

with large canopies

to green and cool the earth.

In the heat of the day,

while clothes dry faster,

the young leaves of plants get

scorched and wilt.

In the heat of the day,

evaporation happens on a faster rate

and humidity goes up.

In the heat of the day,

we dread walking in the streets

which are now full of shady people

but so lacking in shady trees.

Majestic Trees

2009-03-31T09:08:00.003+08:00

Trees are majestic in nature.

They grow strong and tall,

creating large canopy

to provide shade and shelter

for the many beings

which make trees their home.

They grow very old and wise

leaving a trail of stories

on their trunks and roots.

They are Earth's heritage

to the beings that call

Earth their home.

But alas, many majestic trees

are not allowed to grow

in the throne they sit on.

Many majestic trees

have been chopped down

in the name of development.

Many trees have been made

into pieces of furniture or home fittings.

Many trees have been turned

into pulp and paper.

In place, some trees are replanted.

But it takes years to replace

what has been taken out.

Some trees are replanted

but of a different kind,

the kind that is not of the place,

the kind that is from some place else,

the kind that does not provide

the shade and shelter of

what used to be.

It is sad to see such cruelty

made on Mother Nature,

when she has kept us

well fed and protected,

to see majestic trees felled

by a race which is superior

to the animal kingdom.

Trees are Sacred

2009-03-30T10:06:00.003+08:00

Trees are sacred,

trees are timeless.

Trees provide,

trees survive.

Trees are strong,

trees are flexible.

Trees shade,

trees shelter.

Trees make green and cool

a bright hot day.

Birds love trees,

trees are their homes,

trees provide them food,

trees provide their young shelter.

Trees can heal,

hug a tree.

Trees give us the oxygen we need to live.

Love a tree, plant a tree.

Watch the trees,

the leaves rustling gently in the breeze.

If there are no trees, there would be no birds.

If there are no birds, there would be no chirping.

If there are no chirping, there would be no earth.

Memories of the Past

2009-03-30T09:57:00.003+08:00

Sitting by the window,

I have recollections of the past,

when I used to work

in a large organization.

I was an analyst,

numbers was my game.

Stare at numbers did I

all day and all night

to make sense of what

the numbers are.

Facing challenges from

the many people in the organization

I had to know what I was talking about.

Tell it to their faces I would

not beat around the bush.

That made my days numbered

as I realized truth is not always valued.

People prefered to save face

and not want to hear the truth.

Now as I sit by my window

recovering from depression,

I see the past like watching a movie

with me as an actor.

Thunderstorm

2009-03-30T09:36:00.002+08:00

Lightning flashes, thunder rumbles.

The afternoon sky darkens.

The air cools down suddenly.

The branches of the trees sway

with the breath of the wind.

The birds rush home.

We await the rain which is yet to fall.

The wind quickens.

More flashes and rumblings.

Cars go by with headlights on.

More wind.

A small drizzle starts.

Pitter, patter.

The rain starts to fall.

Louder and louder.

Heavier and heavier.

In the quiet of the night

2009-03-30T09:32:00.000+08:00

In the quiet of the night,

my family is fast asleep.

I can hear them breathing

and snoring.

The fan is whirling.

The frogs are croaking.

It is all so peaceful.