Smile because you are young

Today is children's day!

Im wishing all children around the world a happy day during which they should live and be happy. Nowadays people forget the importance of youth; what i refer to as the folly of the 21st century. when I was a child i watched totally different cartoons that reflected innocence and the type of imagination that only children can appreciate. I laughed because I was without a care and I smiled because the ones I loved were near. Anyways nowadays people get so engrossed in social networks, electonic devices and video games, that they forget the joy of simplicity in tastes and fashion. Of not having to be defined by what you do or own.

If you are reading this and you suddenly remember how happy you were to watch the flinstones as a child, to read fairytales, and how uninterested you were about what type of shoes you had on then smile because it means you were once young and you have lived!

-Duby

Music

How do you explain

The effect a piece of music can have on you? The power in the notes that are played?

How is it possible that a group of musical notes can come together and touch your soul so profoundly that for a moment you can just barely breathe.

That the notes have arrested you, you cannot speak.

The emotion it fills you with can be so strong, and so amazing.

There are just some compositions I hear that stop me; they strike me so. When I hear them, I hear a story, I feel the emotions, and the character's come to life- character's i have never known. But at that moment, I am one with them- I am them- as they lend me a part of their soul.

It's so hard to explain, and probably even more difficult for you to understand me, but that is just how I feel.

It's beautiful. So beautiful.

-Cathy

Random

Sometimes guys, this gets me so much...
I cant explain it...
This is me

-Cathy

Friends!
So I've written this poem a while ago, but no one seems to understand what it means. The things is, when I had written it I never intended for it to be extremely literal, and for the whole context to be understood. In general, when I write, I write for readers to experience the beauty of language, words and sounds. To experience different ways words can be arranged to produce a  great effect; for others to feel what I feel when I am inspired.


Anyway, here is the poem. In light if the previous post I wrote, On the Universality of faith and Religion, here is the poem based on it. Please enjoy. I hope you now understand.
-Cathy

Sweet disposition

Images fleeting into pools of reds, and greys and blues

Melting into light, pure light

So much so that eyes are helpless with no power of their own

But widened and gaping, lids pressed hard against.

It was hard to notice the icy cold of the screen

That scalded my scarce- touched cheeks

Even harder, I do think,

To acknowledge the silence of the freight within.

 One last glimpse of the grey blue skies around

And the magic of the stillness and stunning beyond

and the awesome feeling that we were “more”

Having stared at the smallness of life on the ground.

Then, with a jolt, I faced within

Did wonder whether I was alone in seeing this

Found only the same within the room

That silence and power, those greys and blues.

The ice beauty there did stop my heart

and soon my tongue humbled

And as the shadows outside skilfully crept through creeks

 Embraced the breathing, alighted the peace.

A movement in the near-dark

A moment of awareness

Pulsing ears and hearts, never breaking the silence

A boy.

Of angels, and nature, and something –and God

In hushes and murmurings, not a whisper above

But the electric blue of the jolts that did pass through

Had his eyes hue, and gave courage, new.

And only for now could we exist like this:

Two colours, beliefs, genders, and wishes

Mutual amazement at a spirit found less in few,

A black almost grey, a white almost blue.

On the Universality of Faith and Religion

Dear Friends,

I believe that life can put us in the strangest situations, and that some of these little things that happen at the most unexpected of moments, can touch our lives forever.

I am riding on a train at the beginning of Winter, heading my own way. The sky and clouds- the view- is picturesque so calm and still, and icy blue as the evening turns to night. The silence of outside refelects the silence within the train, and no one speaks because of its beauty. But if you listened well, you would hear muffled discussion and hushed tones like the whispers of love.

And I in silence, gaze out the window in amazement of the beauty of creation. And I can’t help notice the boy, quiet, sitting across from me. I don’t know what it is...that is, his face that caught me. And somehow I know he’s different, in that way one’s soul- the inner-most sacred being within- jumps for joy inexplicably. Immediately, I know I like him. So we talk and talk, at first uncertain and polite. But somehow time passes from minutes to hours, and the two strangers on the train so quiet; their voices breaking the cool silence of the train.

The Muslim boy from Palestine.

The Christian girl from Nigeria.

And though they are worlds apart, there has been no one closer. Kindred spirits in a foreign country with no faith. And after months of not hearing about religion,and feeling isolated in faith, he says to her:

‘ I don’t understand it. I never have. How people can go on day by day, believing in nothing”

Her eyes soften and she replies:

‘I know right? I mean, hypothetically speaking even if there were no God, what harm does it to believe ?’

‘...to have someone to come too in trust and love unconditional’

‘But as for me, I know He lives’, each said .

And before I knew it, the train ride was over- a train ride before that seemed time endless. And we were off on our own paths, our different worlds. And though, he may one day forget this, I remember it always. For at that point, he was my soul mate, and the spirit of God was there in that train...

I was just fortunate to be aware of it.

What I am trying to say is this:

People of faith, all faith- be it Christianity, Islam, Hindu, Judaism, or Sikh – we are all connected in that we believe. It is one GOD we serve, we are all His children.

Then why, dear friends, do we continue to emphasize the little things that make us different?

Some call him God, some call him Allah- but a different name doesn’t have to mean a different being. And what is human language when concerned with the affairs of the spirit?

Therefore, friends, we must learn to cease all forms of inter-religious persecution and segregation, and instead unite in a spirit of love and understanding. We are all brothers and sisters in this family of faith with God as our our head. Respect the little differences that do exist, and accept that no two children in a family are the same. Continue to show love to everyone- even those who do not believe. In fact, more so for a brother who has lost his way- bring him back to the family fold. Do this not by force or threat, but through prayer and love, as our God has taught us.

I end this letter, with the reassurance that God who is the source of all being, and who has given us the freedom to choose what we believe and follow, knows that one day all will be brought back to Him- one body, one faith. Until then, dear friends remember:

‘I believe in the fundamental Truth of all great religions of the world. I believe they are all God given and I believe they were necessary for the people to whom these religions were revealed. And I believe that if only we could all of us read the scriptures of the different faiths from the standpoint of the followers of these faiths, we should find that they were at the bottom all one and were all helpful to one another’ - M K Gandhi

-Cathy

On Fairy tales and the Human Heart

I may believe in fairytales but I'm not a dreamer.
When did believing in true love become such an oddity?
And why?

17years now and I still know he's out there. I have no proof of this. I have dated no one. The few guys I have liked, they have never known. The few that have liked me, it could never be.

But still I'm sure

I believe this not because of some out-of-touch sense of destiny, or some belief that one day he'll appear on my doorstep and it'll be happily ever after.

I believe this because, i'll make it happen.
And by that, I don't just mean that I'll do all the work. Instead, I'll find the guy who wants it too. The guy whose willing to make it work.

And I'll give him a love without games. I'll be myself knowing that that should be enough- because I know what I am worth.

But most of all, I'll pray.
I think alot of times, we forget the beauty of loving freely, no holding back. I want that, and I know somewhere, he wants it too.

We'll make our own fairytale

Sincerely,

Cathy