Words found in old St. Paul's Church Baltimore dated 1692.
For all the creative souls out here who are searching endlessly for the lost humanity and how to re-claim it because the world around us is bigger than our single threads of individual connectivity but together those threads make the world turn just right way...
'Go placidly amid the noise and haste, remember what peace there may be in silence.
Speak your truth quietly and clearly and listen to others, even the dull and ignorant, they too have their story.
If you compare yourself with others, you may become vain and bitter, for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.
Exercise caution for the world is full of trickery. But let this not blind you to what virtue there is, many people strive for high ideals and everywhere life is full of heroism.
Be yourself. Do not feign affection, neither be cynical about love, for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment it is perennial as the grass.
You are a child of the universe, no less than the trees and the stars, you have a right to be here.
Therefore be at peace with God, whatever you conceive Him to be, and whatever your labours and aspirations.
In the noisy confusion of life, keep peace with your soul.
With all its sham, drudgery and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world. Be careful. Strive to be happy.'
You and me, hand in hand, standing in front of this ancient church, silent.
Rumi's words come to my mind, when we finally move on, leaving our footsteps in the soft sand below.
'There is a thread from the heart to the lips, where the secret of life is woven. Words tear the thread but in silence the secrets speak.'
You take my hand and we slowly start to climb up the rocky and steep slope.
Once the soul awakens, the search begins.
For that special someone who can finish the sentence you try to formulate in your mind.
"I understand." Something about those two simple words brings you peace.
There is a thread
that binds us together
into an invisible knot,
woven from the words
and silence...
Every individual is free to choose
what their heart wants to experience
and wants to feel...
You and me
know that our age
is not really different
from all other ages
because what works,
what brings happiness
is eternal.
My fellow reader,
let us open a book of poetry
by the Sufi master
written 800 years ago,
to see
the real cause of suffering.
The way to stop suffering
always remains the same.
My fellow adventurer,
my own personal mission
is to nurture and empower you.
This is what turns me on, and
keeps me up often writing late into the night.
Let us put our thoughts together
and try for a good life...
My fellow human being,
in your world
love is tender
kind
compassionate
and respectful.
It is not about you.
It is about us,
and the magic of the moment
when two people
share from a good place in their heart.
My fellow member of the rat race,
we both have commitments in our lives
that we have to honour.
Still we are breaking away
from old patterns of conditioning
that have told us that
we are born to survive
at all costs.
That in order to be happy
we have to be something,
achieve something,
prove something.
There is not enough time in the day
to complete the tasks we need to do.
There is no room for a breather,
no space just to relax
and feel our heart,
the spirit deep inside us.
My fellow traveller,
let us walk together
and cut through
all that conditioning
that tells us to be
who we are not.
My friend,
we are able to see
through those ideas
as false,
and what remains is love
itself.
My fellow companion,
we get so in touch
with our inner feelings
when we talk.
It is unreal.
We know that
no one person can give the other person
everything,
and yet....
When we are alone,
we feel lonely.
We don't feel that we are loved,
just depressed and sad.
Sadness is such a beautiful emotion,
but when we are trapped in it
for hours, weeks or months
It leads to emotional suffering.
No one person can give the other person
everything,
and yet it is enough
to offer a hand
to walk the path
towards love and beauty
together.
My fellow writer,
you and I
have such a creative side,
we can not put it in a box
to wither and die.
It has to be free
to be alive and well.
Talking to you from my soul
in poetry, music, stories or songs and
caring so deeply for each other.
It is just hard to believe.
My brother in pain,
we both share
our true feelings
and are not judged by it.
Loving each other, we dream
to hope that life is a story
where all that sadness,
vulgarity,
pity,
jealousy and sacrifice
adds up to something, somewhere....
It is the same with great stories
of life -
of misery, hate and love.
Making us believe in each other,
clinging to each other,
in the same hope
that there is some reason for it.
In life you meet someone
that fills a need
that only that person can fill
or fulfil your life in a special way.
You become truly blessed.
We are that to each other.
You pour your soul out to me
and you feel that healing as a result of this.
Our hearts have connected,
in a beautiful way.
Let it have the wings it deserves.
My fellow dreamer,
hand in hand
we walk,
every day
on our own distant shores.
You along your rocky lake,
me along my sandy beach.
Mind and mind,
we write
every day
about a pristine bay.
Sharing the afterglow
of the setting sun,
stirring our beautiful emotions.
But we know that
imagination takes us only so far,
we need something to hold on to...
Poems that reflect on human emotions.
Songs that seek the universal truth
hidden in everyday individual encounters.
Let us talk, let us sing, let us write.....
We are always here
to steer each other
in the right direction...
When I am lost,
your words show me the way
that leads to you.
I see you
from a distance,
coming home
to me...
Note: Three wise men
and their beautiful words
were the source of inspiration
for this piece: an ancient poet,
an unknown thinker from middle ages
and any good poet of today, my soulmates...