Wisdom

Travel times are always the best times

lands of different cultures

Different history,

Different geography

A world so unknown 

every region,every piece of 

The earth

Has a history as old 

As our Planet 

Grandmothers who weave stories

Grandfathers whose faded eyes are 

Clouded with memories

Customs and traditions 

And the music and dance 

From the great great great and 

Many more 

Grandparents 

The once upon a  time, 

 Retelling,

Story times 

The traditions of gathering 

And recounting 

So that  ancient wisdom survives

Struggle stories pass on 

Ancestors live through us 

The past is the present 

In the future 

Each piece of this planet 

Has a tale 

Rich,

Learning from nature 

Being one with her. 

Ancient wisdom

Was taught 

Listening to the winds 

And understanding them 

Watching the sun’s path 

And marking it 

Feeling the farmlands 

With the heart.

The birds,the trees 

The wild and the tamed 

The lion and the snake 

The dark forests and 

Mighty mountains 

When men were part of them and they 

Of the men 

Stories and tales woven around 

Worshipped 

Part of the household.

Worship rituals and divinity 

Habits and daily routine 

Sun worshippers and 

the sacred moon 

Solstices and equinoxes 

The waxing and waning 

The folklore of the earth 

On a tortoise 

Every corner has its interpretations 

And oneness with Nature.

 

Morning peace

 Every morning before dawn 

I wake up to see

The first blush of the day

I feel the  pleasant breeze that brushes

the leaves 

Caressing the birds nests

To awaken them 

I hear the early songs 

Under the

Morning star 

And the pale moon merging in the blue sky

Wisps of clouds float 

Before the mighty sun 

Melts them 

I close my eyes,then look up 

My heart is open to 

the morn’s delights 

My soul is blessed 

With divine rays 

In those silent moments

The universe sends a message 

Of peace and comfort.

I am one with nature and

United with the cosmos.