सह नौ भुनक्तु
सह वीर्यं करवावहै ।
ॐ शान्तिः शान्तिः शान्तिः ॥
May we all be protected.
May we all be nourished.
May we all work in harmony with great enthusiasm.
May our study enlighten us.
May there be no misunderstanding or hatred between us.
Om Peace Peace Peace
You know, storms are funny beings, they come & they go.
At times they give us gentle kisses upon our face & cool us in our muses
And hard work.
Like gentle drops of love.
Other days, we feel low and depressed, as gray clouds linger
And it rains tears
Other times they come
And stay all day, sometimes for days
bringing wave after wave
Of heavy rain and thunder
And we think, we think deep with in ourselves. Will it get to deep?
We go deep and think of that, that which we love.
At times they come to visit, rolling in fast, thunder, lighting, wind!
Blowing upon us,
Kicking up the dust of emotions
all around us, on us, in our eyes.
Before washing them off of us.
With a stinging hard rain,
Just to make sure it cleansed it all.
But at times, there is a storm
One that decided
that all needs to be Cleansed
Thunder, lighting, hail & whirlwind
These come to try ours souls
It comes and clears the land
Clears all that which we think we hold dear, homes, cars, toys, tv's and sometimes,
loved ones, Just & unjust.
It comes quickly & decisively.
In a moment all is gone.
We only have ourselves
Standing in the shattered remains
Thanking to whom we pray
we have Ourselves,
forever changed within.
But, all these types of beings
Have some thing in common
They bring life.
The sun comes out.
Flowers bloom, trees grow, the birds
We build brand new homes.
We play & love,
We walk outside, put our face to the sky and again feel the gentle drops
of love upon our faces and smile .and we say
It's raining today and it feels so nice.
As the sun glistens thru each drop like gold.
Written this day. Sept. 5, 2013