What about us?

“Bombing for peace is like fucking for virginity” said once a Pakistani friend of mine, a woman who has lived in a country where peace is not something you find when you wake up, but something you need to search for deep in your heart and survival is far away from being a daily state of certainty. In countries like Pakistan life is a gift you appreciate with every breath you take. Life is a gift. Period. It does not matter which country you are from. It is a gift I appreciate every day of my life and I live in a peaceful country such as New Zealand, thanks God, where terrorism is almost considered unreal. Today I feel that the entire world is affected by a disease I call “heartlessness”. Everywhere people are dressed in uniforms of brutality (Bob Marley, Burnin’ and Lootin’). There is violence everywhere, because there is no peace in our hearts. There is no peace in our minds. There is no peace in our souls. Humanity is suffering. The earth is suffering – the trees, the birds, the ocean, the sky…Everything is crying. Everybody is dying. Are we blind? Are we depth? Are we senseless?

Did you ever stop to notice
All the blood we’ve shed before
Did you ever stop to notice
The crying Earth the weeping shores?
Did you ever stop to notice
All the children dead from war
Did you ever stop to notice
The crying Earth the weeping shores
I used to dream
I used to glance beyond the stars
Now I don’t know where we are
Although I know we’ve drifted far

Hey, what about yesterday? What about us?
What about the seas? What about us?
The heavens are falling down? What about us?
I can’t even breathe? What about us?
What about apathy? What about us?
I need you? What about us?
What about nature’s worth
It’s our planet’s womb? What about us?
What about animals? What about it?
We’ve turned kingdoms to dust? What about us?
What about elephants? What about us?
Have we lost their trust? What about us?
What about crying whales? What about us?
We’re ravaging the seas? What about us?
What about forest trails?
Burnt despite our pleas? What about us?
What about the holy land? What about it?
Torn apart by creed? What about us?
What about the common man? What about us?
Can’t we set him free? What about us?
What about children dying? What about us?
Can’t you hear them cry? What about us?
Where did we go wrong
Someone tell me why? What about us?
What about babies?? What about it?
What about the days? What about us?
What about all their joy? What about us?
What about the man? What about us?
What about the crying man? What about us?
What about Abraham? What about us?
What about death again
Do we give a damn
Michael Jackson, Earth song

 

Bombing for peace is a farce!

Anyone who claims to bomb innocent civilians “for peace” is a terrorist, despite nationality, ethnicity and religion. This applies to Israelis who bomb innocent Palestinians, to Palestinians who are not bombing because they are Muslims, but because they are angry and desperate. A daughter who has seen her own mother losing her dignity and dying at checkpoints while giving birth will naturally blow herself up and consequently kill people. It is not a justifiable act, but it is understandable that you can simply lose your mind in that situation. And yes America, it applies to you as well. Don’t think that you get cleaned out of this dirty game you are a huge part of. You can’t combat terrorism while being a terrorist yourself. Or are your bombs which killed millions of people in Baghdad and Afghanistan “in the name of democracy and peace” justified? You claim you are defending your people. How can there be a defence without there being an attack? And we all know that 9/11 was a well planned “own goal” which on purpose spread dirt on Islam – a religion of peace, love and mercy. I am not defending Islam here. I am just telling some facts. Any religion is based on peace and love. No holy book speaks of killing people. So, to you too, dear people who claim to be Muslims. Being a Muslim is not just a name you can spit on. It is a way of life. You are just humans – imperfect while Islam is perfect. Carrying the name of Islam while hating is unislamic, “unspiritual” and inhuman. Islam means peace. To all those who bomb in the name of Allah – our creator – I’d like to say: I am sorry dude, but people who have a minimum of common sense and intelligence won’t swallow your pill. How can you be religious and at the same time bomb and kill people? And destroy creation? The name you carry is not honourd by you. You can’t be a Muslim and carry hate in your heart. I am a Muslim and I don’t even hate you. I feel compassion. I pray for all those families who lost their relatives in Boston last week. I pray for all those who are heavily injured and whose lives can never be the same like before. May you still find peace and love in challenging times and may you be rewarded for those feelings. I pray for those who kill in the name of peace. May you find the way to get to the deepest part of your soul and feel love for yourself first and then for your brothers and sisters on earth. Only then will there be peace on earth. I pray for all those families who lose their children in war or natural disasters every day. Those people whose pain is not mentioned in the media because “it is useless news while filling the newspaper with Boston news and blaming it on Islamic terrorists can change the people’s consciousness and can give us Americans the reason to continue the war against terrorism in Afghanistan”. Again I’d like to quote Bob Marley: “Until the philosophy that holds one race superior and another inferior is finally and permanently abandoned and discredited there is war.”

Salaam,

Poetic Lyric

 

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change is the only constant – Albert Einstein

ImageI came across this poem on an Italian website about nutrition and I immediately fell in love with it.
“Change is the only constant” as Albert Einstein says.
Every moment is different.
Every moment you live is unique and therefore different, irrepetible.
Like the river whose water never touches the same stone twice – Panta Rhei.
Diversity and plurality are what define this infinite moment of life.
Reading, travelling, music, dreams are the aliments of life.
Read and live.
Listen to music. Feel its vibration and live it.
Dream and live your dream.
Travel and see with your eyes, with your heart, with your spirit all the colours of life.
Change your routine and give your life a new sensation.
The sensation of rebirth.
Be reborn and accept the change. The change of the moment. The change of your ‘self’.
You are always the same and you are always different since every moment, every instant, every breath is different.
You change with the flow of life.

Poetic Lyric

 

You start dying slowly

You start dying slowly
if you do not travel,
if you do not read,
If you do not listen to the sounds of life,
If you do not appreciate yourself.

You start dying slowly
When you kill your self-esteem;
When you do not let others help you.

You start dying slowly
If you become a slave of your habits,
Walking everyday on the same paths…
If you do not change your routine,
If you do not wear different colours
Or you do not speak to those you don’t know.

You start dying slowly
If you avoid to feel passion
And their turbulent emotions;
Those which make your eyes glisten
And your heart beat fast.

You start dying slowly
If you do not change your life when you are not satisfied with your job, or with your love,
If you do not risk what is safe for the uncertain,
If you do not go after a dream,
If you do not allow yourself,
At least once in your lifetime,
To run away from sensible advice…

Pablo Neruda

dying consciously

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While I was reading “Anatomy of the Spirit” I came across a beautiful part of the book – when the author Caroline Myss tells us about her meeting with Sogyal Rinpoche, noted teacher and author of the Tibetan Book of Living and Dying.
Caroline had read that whenever a Tibetan master is asked directly about his “power”, he will always “deflect” any interest in himself, preferring to talk about some other evolved master.

This is the conversation between Caroline and the Tibetan master.

Caroline: ” Is it true that you can levitate?” He laughed hysterically and then said “Oh no, not me. But my master, he could.” Then Caroline asked: “Is it true that because of your meditative practices, you can run at unusually fast speeds?” Again, her question was met with laughter and he responded: ” Oh no, not me. But my master, he could.” His responses matched just what Caroline had read: that a Tibetan master being interviewed deflects any attention from his own power to that of someone else. Finally she said: “I do not have any more questions. Is there anything you would like to tell me?” “I would like to tell you about the way my master came to die”, he said. “He called his astrologers together and told them to cast a chart for him, noting the perfect time for him to withdraw his spirit from the energies of the earth. His spirit was extremely powerful, and he wanted to leave without causing any type of energy consequence. You may not be aware of such things, but when any spirit leaves the earth, the entire energy filed is influenced. And when a very powerful spirit leaves, the influence upon the earth is even more dramatic. So his astrologers came up with a day and time that was the perfect moment for his physical death. He then told his students that on that day, and at that time, he would leave. And that’s just what he did. he meditated with his students on the day, blessed them, and then shut his eyes and released his spirit from his body.”
Caroline asked: ” Did you master choose to die because he was ill?” Again he laughed and said: “Ill? What’s illness got to do with this? Just as we are all born at the perfect moment for our energy to enter this earth, there is a perfect moment for us to leave this earth. My master wasn’t ill. He was complete. We are not meant to die in pain and in disease. The conscious mind is able to release the spirit from the boy without having to endure the pain of physical decay. This choice is available to everyone” (Myss 1996, pp. 250-252).
Poetic Lyric

Reference

Myss C. (1996), Anatomy of the Spirit. The seven stages of power and healing, New York: Harmony Books.