Hasira ni Shetani. Hekima ni Mungu. Kila kitu kimo ndani yetu. Hasira imo ndani yetu. Hekima imo ndani yetu. Atomu ni matofali ya ujenzi wa kila kitu ulimwenguni likiwemo jua na miili ya wanadamu. Ndani ya atomu kuna nguvu ya chanya na kuna nguvu ya hasi. Kama miili yetu imetengenezwa na atomu na katika kila atomu kuna nguvu ya chanya na kuna nguvu ya hasi, hivyo basi, tuna uwezo mkubwa wa kufanya mambo mazuri na tuna uwezo mkubwa wa kufanya mambo mabaya. Mtu akikutukana mwambie asante. Akikupiga mwambie asante. Akiendelea kukupiga, pigana. Geuza hasira yako kuwa hekima kwa faida yako na kwa faida ya wengine.

Daybreak has extraordinary hypnotizing influence,On us, idealistic observers.When red sun slowly reveals on the rivers surface,like in a mirror,It reminds of two lovers embracing,Just by looking into each others eyes.In such deep and serious commitment,Without unnecessary words,That spoil the instant of confidence.Water is not stopping it's course,Neither does the sun.That's what makes it so exceptional,So magnificent.The only tie is their gentle admiration,As their love is greater than space separating.And who ever had the chance, to witness that, just once,Shouldn't say he haven't found God.

How many times did the sun shine, how many times did the wind howl over the desolate tundras, over the bleak immensity of the Siberian taigas, over the brown deserts where the Earth’s salt shines, over the high peaks capped with silver, over the shivering jungles, over the undulating forests of the tropics! Day after day, through infinite time, the scenery has changed in imperceptible features. Let us smile at the illusion of eternity that appears in these things, and while so many temporary aspects fade away, let us listen to the ancient hymn, the spectacular song of the seas, that has saluted so many chains rising to the light.

On Saturday afternoons I used to go for a walk with my mother. From the dusk of the hallway, we stepped at once into the brightness of the day. The passerby, bathed in melting gold, had their eyes half-closed against the glare, as if they were drenched with honey, upper lips were drawn back, exposing the teeth. Everyone in this golden day wore that grimace of heat–as if the sun had forced his worshippers to wear identical masks of gold. The old and the young, women and children, greeted each other with these masks, painted on their faces with thick gold paint; they smiled at each other's pagan faces–the barbaric smiles of Bacchus.

A poor old Widow in her weedsSowed her garden with wild-flower seeds;Not too shallow, and not too deep,And down came April -- drip -- drip -- drip.Up shone May, like gold, and soonGreen as an arbour grew leafy June.And now all summer she sits and sewsWhere willow herb, comfrey, bugloss blows,Teasle and pansy, meadowsweet,Campion, toadflax, and rough hawksbit;Brown bee orchis, and Peals of Bells;Clover, burnet, and thyme she smells;Like Oberon's meadows her garden isDrowsy from dawn to dusk with bees.Weeps she never, but sometimes sighs,And peeps at her garden with bright brown eyes;And all she has is all she needs --A poor Old Widow in her weeds.

I am love, I love air, water, sun, green, hands, butterflies, birds, fish, cats, trees, you - walking, swimming, dancing, exploring new places, exploring tiny things, exploring thoughts, dreams, bigger than me dreams, like cloud dreams, like mountains, dreams I walk into, play with, laugh, roll downhill with, climb back up again sometimes, just lie in the sun sometimes, run with the wind, shouting ..... I love being here, to see, feel, experiment, ask what life is, what the universe is, what nothing is, if anything matters now, right now, should we take it all so seriously, or should we just be love, always love, and more, melting into everything else like we were before.

I love the quietude of misty dawn before the sober sun is up... The morning songs of birds awakening in blooming garden sets my soul gently... Aroma flowers with glistering of the dew... Deep full chest breath... Shy sunbeams flickering over the tops of wisdom whispering choir of waving trees... Serenity of mind... The crystal still lagoon reflecting soft lavender sailing clouds...I step in breeze realm, close eyes and fly with them over the miles, time and space... The serenading music fills my heart... Above the skies the joy of the refreshing winds, as our summer, recalls my being by your side and makes me feel the touch of you and gladness of your tranquil vibes. I smile...

كل يوم تشرق الشمس على عالم جديد ، ما نسميّه رتابة يزخر بالفرص الجديدة ، لكنا نجهل رؤية الاختلاف الذي يميز يومًا عن سابقه

Does a cat know he is a cat? Does a dog know he is a dog? Does nature know it is called nature? Does this planet know its name Earth? Does Sun know its name and its category as a star? Does Universe know that it is Universe? Does God knows that he is God? Well humans know their names and categorizations. Because this is the main objective of human life, to explore, to research, to give unique identity to unknown things in our native languages and to categorize them. This is the reason we are the only known species which are best for this job. Without us these things are nameless and with no categorization. So explore more and research more. Because this is the job we are assigned to in this organization called Universe.

- Do you want to know why I followed you into that funeral parlor?- You said you followed me on a whim.- That´s the truth, but there´s more to it. I was parking at the gas station across the street and I saw you get out of your car. I didn´t think much of it until you paused on your way inside the shop. You tilted your head toward the sun and closed your eyes, like a prisoner stepping outside after years of being locked away. It seemed so odd. No one just stops and appreciates life like that, but you did. I could see your smile from across the street and I couldn´t look away. I knew in that moment that I was completely uninterested in pursuing a life in wich I didn´t cross that street and meet you

- Do you want to know why I followed you into that funeral parlor?- You said you followed me on a whim.- That´s the truth, but there´s more to it. I was parking at the gas station across the street and I saw you get out of your car. I didn´t think much of it until you pausen on your way inside the shop. You tilted your head toward the sun and closed your eyes, like a prisoner stepping outside after years of being locked away. It seemed so odd. No one just stops and appreciates life like that, but you did. I could see your smile from across the street and I couldn´t look away. I knew in that moment that I was completely uninterested in pursuing a life in wich I didn´t cross that street and meet you.

It was growing dark on this long southern evening, and suddenly, at the exact point her finger had indicated, the moon lifted a forehead of stunning gold above the horizon, lifted straight out of filigreed, light-intoxicated clouds that lay on the skyline in attendant veils. Behind us, the sun was setting in a simultaneous congruent withdrawal and the river turned to flame in a quiet duel of gold....The new gold of moon astonishing and ascendant, he depleted gold of sunset extinguishing itself in the long westward slide, it was the old dance of days in the Carolina marshes, the breathtaking death of days before the eyes of children, until the sun vanished, its final signature a ribbon of bullion strung across the tops of water oaks.

Sunflowers, Not Facing the Sun (A Poem) I stand tall As gracious as one could be Blooming to my bestAs slender as it touches my being Everyone else is facing the sun Bending towards its unfathomable galore They and I are both undoubtedlyGrown on the benevolence of life’s essence The brighter side mercilessly feeding desires unboundBy daunting the “courage to know” with each spin Though, I am not able to face the sun the way they do Yet, I learn from the knowledge bred within me Beyond achievement markers, but an adverse ability An opportunity to exercise my special selfFrom the cherubic attire of my blessed soul To the unfathomable mystery the drape of this world hides That I, by not facing the sun Hunt the gems in the milieu of the human existence

Náboženské symboly jsou fenomény života, prostě skutečnostmi, nikoli názory. Když církev po takovou a takovou dobu lpí na tom, že Slunce obíhá kolem Země, ale v 19. století toto hledisko opouští, pak se může v tomto ohledu odvolat na psychologickou pravdu, že pro miliony lidí vskutku Slunce obíhalo kolem Země a teprve v 19. století dosáhlo větší množství lidí takové jistoty intelektuální funkce, že mohli uznat důkazy o planetární povaze Země. Bohužel neexistuje žádná pravda bez lidí, kteří ji chápou.

Half asleep and half awake, I became lost in a deep span of my version of a perfect world. A place I wanted so desperately to reach, but would never find except from within the catacombs of my mind.A place where the sun rose in the west and set in the east, where the mountains bowed to the wind like trees, and the rain sprinkled up from the ground below and onto the clouds above. A place where no one hurt or lost, or felt any tinge of desperation. A place where heartbeats were the only words needed, and music floated on the wind like dust.A place where no place was home. Where a single person could be the only sustenance needed to survive. A place where there were no yesterdays or todays, only tomorrows. A place for me to find solace, an escape from the real world I was forced to live in.