Words Fail Me

There are many speculative things that come to mind— Both for and against this life we lead. This is my short attempt at absolution about the future, And why I believe such a pain in the neck Is extremely likely.

 

I am looking at the voidness of the blue sky,
Wondering what our lives will be,

The clouded day high above
was nothing but space-
What future might I see?

Today will become Someday,

But that someday will be shoddier,

Worse than today’s abandonment.
I don’t think it will be caring,

I don’t think it will be loving.

Greed blinds the truth,

Wisdom is blinded by the willfulness of self.
Prayers are whispered for easy money.
Respect bleeds dry,
Love grows wary without money.


Our best will be valued only by Yama,

The lotd of death.I hope these answers are affirmative,
For then I know that we will see
A future filled with affliction-
One tgat should not be.

Now I hate how long it took to see
That life's joy is a closed book to me.

It is filled with hatred and spite.
All I've to say is: "spit!"

The Wet Summer

The rain is falling all around us—
It rains in the fields,
It rains on the roads.
I see it on the trees,
I see it on the grasses.
Rain is all around us,
And we cannot go anywhere.

Rain is falling on my nose,
On my head, my hands, my toes.
I am fully wet,
And my mind waits.

It comes in with the wind,
It comes with the clouds.
The streams are flooded,
And the roads are flooded.
Rivers are so wide.
The rain keeps falling—
There seems to be no end.

I'm stuck here in my bedroom,
So cold and so alone.

I can't take any more of this summer.
When will it stop raining?

True Faith and Love for God

People have all kinds of ideas about religion. Some think heaven is up there, hell is down there, and God is… somewhere over the rainbow. Beliefs vary. Faith in gods fluctuates more than my internet connection—and trust me, that’s saying something.

But here's what I think: you don't need to worship idols, chant verses you don't understand, obey kings (especially the grumpy ones), speak eloquently, or even look good. All you need is confidence in God's power and will. Just faithfulness. That's it. Simple, right?

Sometimes God brings tragedy. Sometimes deliverance. Mostly, though, He brings confusion. And silence. And a lot of waiting around wondering if you missed a sign that was actually just a pigeon.

People complain, "God punished me even though I believed!" They say, He doesn't watch every little detail of our lives. Oh no, I think He’s definitely watching. The real problem is man's magnification of himself—we just don't see our own hearts. We blame God for the mess we made while eating midnight snacks we knew were bad for us.

God's grace is always sufficient. He's not in some distant, unknowable realm. He's in your heart. Which is convenient, because that's also where your indigestion lives. Multitasking, I guess.

Now, let me tell you about my own turn of life. During my training, I had to go to a random unknown place for teaching practice. Thanks to faith (or sheer luck dressed in piety), I met my life partner there. A blessing in disguise. I asked God for a reason. The reason He gave was beyond my imagination—mostly because He didn't give one. But the point is: God gives everything, often at crossroads, with a milestone effect. I asked for a blessing. I got a wife. Fair trade. No returns, no exchange.

The basic principle of all religions is the same: Dharma—the law of the self. So I respect all religions. I hate none. Habits change, rituals differ, and some religious outfits are seriously uncomfortable. But no religion sustains forever. That's why the guiding principle—Dharma—applies to all ages. Convenient, since we keep forgetting it.

What the world needs today is not dogmatic beliefs. Man can live without religion. But Dharma? That's essential. Self-awakening? Even more so. If a person lives without selfishness, they can become divine—or at least tolerable at parties.

We want higher consciousness. Prayer helps. The power of prayer is supreme. It leads the world. It saves us from calamities and chaos. Prayer without common sense is just wishful thinking with extra steps.

Love is the basis for prayer. Prayer expands your canvas. Religion, at its best, teaches us to become conscious, good, and compassionate humans. 

The seeds and deeds of religion are souls. Outward worship is just conceited theater when there's no inner transformation. You can fold your hands all day, but if your heart is still a mess, you're basically a beautifully wrapped box of nothing. 

Constellations is a Chilling Song

I love Jack Johnson's "Constellation." The lyrics are beautiful, and the sound is damn chilling—it actually shifts my mood. There's a poetic quality to it, a calm, cherishing feeling of those little moments when you're just watching the sunset and staring at the stars. The lyrics carry such deep meaning. It's like he truly understands life—how to live it, the gift of it, and where real beauty lies. His other songs, like "If I Could" and "Breakdown," are must-listens.

It's amazing how "we drew our own constellations." That line feels like a play on "drawing conclusions"—drawing toward an end. This song is amazing, just like every other Jack Johnson track.

And that other line—"listen close enough, all else fades... fades away"—hits me right in the gut. It's chilling because it's true.

This song helps me build and hold onto beautiful memories of my child, my family, and the passing of time.

Jack Johnson is a Hawaiian-folk singer-songwriter. He is a soft rocker, surfer and filmmaker.  

And I would like to leave here with my favorite song, Constellations.

"Constellations"

The light was leaving
In the west it was blue
The children's laughter sang
And skipping just like the stones they threw
Their voices echoed across the way
It's getting late

It was just another night
With a sunset
And a moonrise not so far behind
To give us just enough light
To lay down underneath the stars
Listen to papa's translations
Of the stories across the sky
We drew our own constellations

The west winds often last too long
The wind may calm down
Nothing ever feels the same
Sheltered under the Kamani tree
Waiting for the passing rain
Clouds keep moving to uncover the scene
Stars above us chasing the day away
To find the stories that we sometimes need
Listen close enough
All else fades, fades away

It was just another night
With a sunset
And a moonrise not so far behind
To give us just enough light
To lay down underneath the stars
Listen to all the translations
Of the stories across the sky
We drew our own constellations.