Say A Little Prayer - Hogsback

One of many churches in the Hogsback area in the Eastern Cape in South Africa

Say a prayer so I will find my former glory

The Hogsback Mountains and the mist, that often occurs in this region

Holy

 A Poem About Holiness

What you think is the sky,

Is the layer between the universe(god) and you

And sometimes,

In a momemt or two,

but very seldom though

It(he)allows you to see through. 

Then you understand how holy each and every particle

of its entire creation is.

The Reflection Of The Christ

When you are capable of looking at something with real interest and you give it your full attention, it looks back at you. What looks back at you is you. There has never been a god outside of you. Always he has been in you, from the first to your last breath. You have been shaped after him. 

In the middle ages, hundreds of thousands of people have died for recognizing this simple thruth and saying it aloud. Witches have been burned.

It is always you. It is always you in disguise, that reflects back at you. The pain, love, hurt and joy, the shining light in the eyes of someone, the disgust you feel for a thing or person, it is all your own. All you see is your own. What you perceive you receive. Step by step you are guided towards enlightenment and understanding through a reflection of you. A sincere reflection that you will see one day.

Let me say this, nothing I write on these pages is advice, or judgement or meant to be a truth for you. It is  always me talking to myself.

This cross is 180 years old. When I did " The Reflection of the Christ " and saw it sinking in the green, blue waters, these were the words I heard it saying to me.

" Always it is you ."

A Special Prayer

A special prayer at a special place

While walking through the dunes, I came across a special prayer somebody had made before me.

Driftwood cross at Bonza Bay Beach

MADONNA DE LOURDES

This is my Madonna de Lourdes.

I have brought her from far to Africa.

She has no hands anymore

But this is how she watches over me.

CONTEMPLATION

 An old peasant was seated alone in the last pew of the church.
"What are you waiting for ? I asked
" I am looking at Him, and he is looking at me" he said softly

Meditate. Meditate properly about you and your life.

I was told this:

Aloneness is often very difficult to achieve, and many would feel unhappy if they had it. Yet you must above all things cultivate silence and meditation.

I found it true.

Will I THINK OF YOU?

Only when it's cold

Am I am shivering

Against the wind

And suddenly from the inside

The core of me

From my deepest depths

Comes

A small warming flame

Which wants to grow

And I fight it

Until I realize I need it

Want it

To flow through me

To fill me

Because

It is you

And then I will think of you

Leonard Nimoy's (MR. SPOCK)

Walking In The Garden With My Lover

Walking in the garden with my lover

I was distracted by a rose

My love scolded me saying,

"How could you look at a rose

with my face so close"

Jalaludin Rumi

When you wish to say something that is of importance to you and that comes from your heart - there is a great probabilty that someone has said it already before you in a more beautiful way. May be in a poem.

If this is the case - and since his words can never be your words, just be humble and lower your voice in front of a great storyteller or poet and listen again to what he said.

The power of words come from experience, the wounds of life and the fact that both have been overcome and ectasty, love and joy have been found.

Yesterday a soft warm rain started falling just before the night came. I took some pictures in the last rays of the fading light.

 
When you plant a tree

every leaf that grows will tell you,

what you sow will bear fruit.

So if you have any sense, my friend

don't plant anything but love,

you show your worth by what you seek.

Water flows to those who want purity

wash your hands of all desires and

come to the table of Love

Do you want me to tell you a secret?

The flowers attract the most beautiful lover

with their sweet smile and scent

If you let God weave the verse in your poem

people will read it forever

Jalaludin Rumi

 

The greatest beauty shows itself in simplicity
always has been like that

 

Sending out magic to us

 

If you can't smell the fragance

don't come into the garden of Love.

If you are unwilling to undress

don't enter into the stream of Truth

Stay where you are, don't come our way

Jalaludin Rumi

 

A rain drop kept in place because the flower desires it to stay there.

There was great silence except for the raindrops falling on green leaves. It got darker every second. A magical moment when the rain succeeded in convincing the flowers to open up their petals again and to not go to the sleep yet.

 

I am sharing this moment with these pictures and Rumi's words