“The frog and the Lilly pad” A girl asks her Grandmother, “How do you know what your purpose in life is?” Grandmother takes the child by the hand and leads her to a frog sitting on a lily pad in a pond. “Dear little one, see this frog? Does he have to think about what…
“Learning Impermanence: A child at play” “A child at play” Soap bubbles floating Only Few seconds of joy: And… Puff! They’re gone!… Amira This poem is dedicated in memory to my dad who used to read me a story called “Watching a child’s play” by José Enrique Rodó (Uruguay) P.S. I will…
The child played in the garden of the house with a crystal glass that, in the humid atmosphere of the afternoon, a ray of sun torn, like a prism.
When I was quite young, my father had one of the first telephones in our neighborhood. I remember well the polished, old case fastened to the wall.
In all the worlds seven billion or more
There’s not another you, and that’s for sure
Wherever you go, you’ll never find two
Because there is only one of you
What are you thinking, right now this minute,
Is it a good thought with you in it?
Or is it a thought that you are not good enough?
You can’t do something because it’s too tough.
We want our children to be good
Do as told, and as they should
We give rules and we instil
Our beliefs, their minds we fill
With all the ways that we know how
To live as best, in these times now
We Are Being Taken Over…
This is NOT a conspiracy theory!
You will KNOW this to be true
If you read all the way through.
Babies are born into this world
As pure Spirits, into our care
Most think of them as totally helpless
But they are Awake and Aware