The Storm Inside

I can feel it brewing,
The pressure is rising,
my skin is crawling,
the storm is coming.

I am trying to control it,
my inner feelings exploding,
the flood of tears arising,
the storm is inside me!

I want to be strong,
I don’t want to lose it,
but the tension is growing,
the storm is here!

I don’t ask for help,
nothing can stop it,
but in a few days,
the storm will be gone!

Storm

We are a guest on this planet

Our visit on this planet is short,
we are a blink in time.
We are but a guest here,
our life just a pantomime.

Guest etiquette should apply,
to one and all of us at most.
Why do we behave so badly,
we should be considerate to our host.

We say we are a civilised culture,
yet look at the trash we make.
We destroy, and plunder without a care,
we are earth’s headache!

Guest

Stop and Smell the Roses

Slow down, take a breath,
Life is too short to rush it.
Take your time, don’t hurry death,
Your life is here to covet.

Stop and smell the roses,
take a long walk through the park.
See what your mind composes,
on a journey through life you embark.

“Stop and Smell the Roses was A Piece of Advice given to me by my Uncle back in 1996. The drawing of the rose was done by myself a couple of years earlier in my first year at University.

Daddy’s girl

I am a daddy’s girl, always will be and glad of it.

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I just found out that my dad had a small heart attack last night. He is in hospital and will be under going tests in the next day or so. He may just need medication, or surgery.

I also just found out that he has just finalised selling the farm that I grew up on. Though sad, it has also been a relief that Dad has downsized and not working so hard.

I am finding this hard to write, tears are rolling down my face. It has been an emotional evening discovering that the strong man who I look up to is immortal after all. It’s just like my dad that he had been out that morning pruning trees with a chainsaw, up a ladder. And in the afternoon crawling under his new home putting in insulation (he is in his 70’s!)

I just received an email from him from his hospital bed…”Never, never give up!”. This for some reason is making me cry even more. Even though I know this incident is not the end, it has made me realise that one day I will have to deal with my dad no longer being there for me.

He is such an inspiration for me. I love him, and I wish I could be there by his side. Right now living in a different country is making this so much harder.

“Thus shall ye think of all this fleeting world:
A star at dawn, a bubble in a stream;
A flash of lightning in a summer cloud,
A flickering lamp, a phantom, and a dream”
– Diamon Sutra
Todays reading from 365 Buddhist Meditations