Claim of my Right to Silence

These days I was engaged too much with lot of things...busy and tiring...worries and anxieties....stress and tension......I got up this morning and remembered my RIGHT to silence...my RIGHT to be calm...my RIGHT to pause....when the world around me noises.....why should I too.....I have a right to silence.....I am reminded religious life is about claiming my right to walk my life in God......

Water

Water is the element I like most... It is shapeless... It is colorless... It is tasteless... It has no smell....yet it can gather everything...it can encompass almost anything...even the fire...

It can take the shape of rivers and oceans...It can get dirty...It can taste sweet and smell foul...yet when it goes up to the clouds it is pure water...

I thought about my soul looking like water...it has taken shape in me...the color, taste and smell and all my features it gathered in me...when it goes up to the clouds i got to make sure it is pure soul.

A Tiny Plant on a Hard Rock

I saw a tiny tender plant poking out of a crack on a hard rock...it may not live long...but it had a bunch of young buds..in a couple of days it could bloom...when the butterflies or bees see that, they are going to marvel at the challenge the tiny plant has met...it has poked out of a hard rock!!!

It tells of a struggle!!!