The Greatest Gift

Wordly fools search for exotic masters.
not realizing that their own mind is the master.

The greatest gift to others
is to freely relinquish yourself.

When the mind is always moving, you travel
from one hell to the next hell.

If you use your mind to try and understand reality.
you will understand neither your mind nor reality.

If you try and understand reality without using your mind.
you will understand both your mind and reality.

Buddhist's Worshipping Places

" as a flower blown out by the wind
goes to rest and cannot be defined
so the wise man freed from individuality
goes to rest and cannot be defined.
gone beyond all images-
gone beyond the power of words "

Lord Buddha

"All that we are is the result of what we have thought.
If a man speaks or acts with an evil thought, pain follows him.
If a man speaks or acts with a pure thought,
happiness follows him, like a shadow that never leaves him. "

Fishtail Mountain

Slowly as the sun sneaks out of dark horizons,
the dissolving veil of night seems to evaporate.
In reaction to sunbeam's tickling it's rock-ice face,
Fishtail displays its blazing blood-red grimace.
The crimson aura gathered off the starboard soon
fades to a tint of magnificent gold, and then to silver,
as dawn matures, radiates to a breathtaking crystal azure.

Serenity-swathed surroundings give an air of fluid
self-meditation but breaking the silence emerge
baby ducks--quack-quack-quack--flocking the water,
bringing to mind a harbinger of the first dawn.

The majestic mountain looks down it's own reflection onto
the horizontal mirror of Lake Fewa's blue-green surface.
Awed by the vista, I sit by an aromatic wildflower across
I listen to the soothing orchestra of pebbles--plip-plop-plip--
as I toss them one after another on the Lake's membrane,
chipping thin slices of water as they bounce in dieing
trajectories, finally, tumbling down under, searching for
Fishtail's scarlet, gold, and silver that just disappeared

In The Garden

I come to the garden alone, While the dew
is still on the Flowers;
And the voice I hear, falling on my ear,
the Son of God discloses.

And He walks with me, and He talks with me,
And He tells me I am His own,
And the joy we share as we tarry there,
None other has ever known.

He speaks, and the sound of His voice,
Is so sweet the birds hush their singing;
And the melody that He gave to me
Within my heart is ringing.

And He walks with me, and He talks with me,
And He tells me I am His own,
And the joy we share as we tarry there,
None other has ever known.

I'd stay in the garden with Him
Tho the night around me be falling;
But He bids me go, thru the voice of woe,
His voice to me is calling

And He walks with me, and He talks with me,
And He tells me I am His own,
And the joy we share as we tarry there,
None other has ever known.

Rain

I opened my eyes
And looked up at the rain,
And it dripped in my head
And flowed into my brain,
And all that I hear as I lie in my bed
Is the slishity-slosh of the rain in my head.

I step very softly,
I walk very slow,
I can't do a handstand--
I might overflow,
So pardon the wild crazy thing I just said--
I'm just not the same since there's rain in my head.

A Memory

Four ducks on a pond,
A grass bank beyond,
A blue sky of spring,
White clouds on the wing;
What a little thing
To remember for years--
To remember with tears!

Oh, Beautiful Butterfly!

Oh, beautiful butterfly
How you have transformed
From a mere larval caterpillar
Into an angel of the flowers
With wings of many colors
That flutter you around from petal to petal

Oh, beautiful butterfly
We are truly blessed
To have your presence amongst us
With wing's that have differing colors
as beautiful as a sky's rainbow
Who even in the form of a shadow
Has an innocence of beauty
that is more than we will ever know

Oh you, fly free, fly free
To the sun and to the moon
Spread your colorful wings
Feel the cool breezes gently blow between them
Fly free, fly free
To the sun and to the moon
For surely you are one of Mother Nature's
most beautiful beings
Who was created on more than just a whim

Dancing Tree

Wind dancers
dancing to the
willow wind,
leaves swaying
right to left
all day long.
I’m depressed.
Birds hanging on-
bleaching feathers
out into
the sun.

Let Me Go

We've known lots of pleasure,
At times endured pain,
We've lived in the sunshine
And walked in the rain.

But now we're separated
And for a time apart,
But I am not alone-
You're forever in my heart.

Death always seems so sudden,
And it is always sure,
But what is oft' forgotten-
It is not without a cure.

I'm walking now with someone,
And I know He'll always stay,
I know He's walking with you too,
Giving comfort everyday.

There may be times you miss me,
I sort of hope you do,
But smile when you think of me,
For I'll be waiting for you.

Now there's many things for you to do,
And lots of ways to grow,
So get busy, be happy,and live your life,
Miss me, but let me go.

A Dream Within A Dream

Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

Where Go The Boats?

Dark brown is the river,
Golden is the sand
It flows along forever,
With trees on either hand.

Green leaves a-floating,
Castles of the foam,
Boats of mine a-boating
Where with all come home?

On goes the river
And out past the mill,
Away down the valley,
Away down the hill.

Away down the river,
A hundred miles or more,
Other little children
Shall bring my boats ashore.

Rose: My Day Dream!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Whenever I day dream,
and day dream I do,
in my secret garden,
I day dream of you.

I day dream of you,
in a faraway land;
embracing me tight
and holding my hand.

Holding my hand,
and touching my face.
Just you and me,
in this peaceful place.

In this peaceful place
a pristine river flows.
Where the unicorns run,
a breeze always blows.

A breeze always blows
and sings of a song;
our love in a place
where you're never gone.

Where you're never gone
is as it would seem,
from dusk until dawn,
whenever I day dream.

And whenever I day dream,
and day dream I do,
in my secret garden,
I day dream of you.

Come With Me !!! Boudhath Kathmandu

God saw he was getting tired
And a cure was not to be.
So he put his arms around him
And whispered, "Come with me."

With tearful eyes we watched him suffer
And saw him fade away.
Although we loved him dearly,
We could not make him stay.

A golden heart stopped beating,
Hard working hands to rest.
God broke our hearts to prove to us
He only takes the best.

Is This a Kangaroo of Nepal????

Jump, jump, jump
Goes like the kangaroo.
I thought only one
But now I see two!
Mommy and her baby
With his head popping out;
He holds on tight
As they jump all about!

Nature's Playground

Nature is beautiful
nature is fun
love it or hate it
nature is something to love
nature is god's gift to us
Nature

Nature we love
wate and feed nature
Nature water's and feed's us
god gave us nature
we cant live with out it
nature makes us

i know nature
Nature is beautiful
Nature is about the earth
nature has flower; s and weed's
weed's or flower's nature is us
NATURE

An Ode To A Weary Soul

Last week I ran away from home,
Away from work, away from phone.
All things of which I’d had enough,
I drove south ’til I reached the gulf.
A blanket spread on sun warmed sand,
Amid all sorts, from pale to tan.
They knew me not nor bothered me,
While I lay listening to the sea.
Waiting for my soul to rest.
As the sun waned toward the West,
Symphonies through my stillness rang.
Children laughed and seagulls sang,
In rhythm to the metered surf;
A harmony marked by timeless worth.
I idly toyed with drifted sand,
As countless grains fell from my hand,
Like sands undone from hourglass.
I felt my taut release at last,
And rest to my weary soul did come,
With knowledge I must return to home.

All Things Bright and Beautiful...

All things bright and beautiful,
All creatures great and small,
All things wise and wonderful:
The Lord God made them all.

Each little flower that opens,
Each little bird that sings,
He made their glowing colors,
He made their tiny wings.

All things bright and beautiful,
All creatures great and small,
All things wise and wonderful:
The Lord God made them all.Refrain

The rich man in his castle,
The poor man at his gate,
He made them, high or lowly,
And ordered their estate.

All things bright and beautiful,
All creatures great and small,
All things wise and wonderful:
The Lord God made them all.

The purple headed mountains,
The river running by,
The sunset and the morning
That brightens up the sky.

All things bright and beautiful,
All creatures great and small,
All things wise and wonderful:
The Lord God made them all.

The cold wind in the winter,
The pleasant summer sun,
The ripe fruits in the garden,
He made them every one.

All things bright and beautiful,
All creatures great and small,
All things wise and wonderful:
The Lord God made them all.

The tall trees in the greenwood,
The meadows where we play,
The rushes by the water,
To gather every day.

All things bright and beautiful,
All creatures great and small,
All things wise and wonderful:
The Lord God made them all.

He gave us eyes to see them,
And lips that we might tell
How great is God Almighty,
Who has made all things well.

All things bright and beautiful,
All creatures great and small,
All things wise and wonderful:
The Lord God made them all.

A HUNDRED YEARS FROM NOW

A Hundred Years From Now

it will not matter what my bank account was,
the sort of house I lived in, the kind of car I drove..
But the world may be different ..because I was important in the life
of a child.

Life is a Picture

I took a little time today,
to reminisce of yesterday.
To review our lives in the past
recorded here in photographs.

As I page through the years,
Sometimes I may shed some tears.
So many faces I have known,
some passed away and others grown.

Sometimes it's hard to realize,
when all spread out before my eyes,
With all the pictures that I took,
our whole lives are in this book.

Fishtail Mountain

Slowly as the sun sneaks out of dark horizons,
the dissolving veil of night seems to evaporate.
In reaction to sunbeam's tickling it's rock-ice face,
Fishtail displays its blazing blood-red grimace.
The crimson aura gathered off the starboard soon
fades to a tint of magnificent gold, and then to silver,
as dawn matures, radiates to a breathtaking crystal azure.

Serenity-swathed surroundings give an air of fluid
self-meditation but breaking the silence emerge
baby ducks--quack-quack-quack--flocking the water,
bringing to mind a harbinger of the first dawn.

The majestic mountain looks down it's own reflection onto
the horizontal mirror of Lake Fewa's blue-green surface.
Awed by the vista, I sit by an aromatic wildflower across
I listen to the soothing orchestra of pebbles--plip-plop-plip--
as I toss them one after another on the Lake's membrane,
chipping thin slices of water as they bounce in dieing
trajectories, finally, tumbling down under, searching for
Fishtail's scarlet, gold, and silver that just disappeared.

My Real World (Its Me)

Once I dreamed of a beautiful day
It was so sunny to the condition where I say
Good morning lovely day that happens to be in may
I came down the stairs where I found the horses hay
I walked to end where I said hey
To all the good people on the way
And I said it's me and ill never go away
I'm for you and I'm always here to stay
So don’t worry about me ill be okay

But that was just a dream now we have to pay
For every time we want to have fun and play
Where life is served on a broken tray
It's gone so bad that people now lay
That plate of gold to a person with a view on the bay
Money that’s now the glue spray
That holds every thing and every one together it's even better than clay
With out the money now all the days are gray

Summer Serenade

When the thunder stalks the sky,
When tickle-footed walks the fly,
When shirt is wet and throat is dry,
Look, my darling, that's July.

Through the grassy lawn be leather,
And prickly temper tug the tether,
Shall we postpone our love for weather?
If we must melt, lets melt together!

Smile

A smile is something nice to see
It doesn't cost a cent.
A smile is something all your own
It never can be lent.
A smile is welcome anywhere
It does away with frowns.
A smile is good for everyone
To ease life's ups and down.

Prayer

Even while we're asking ,
God's and love can bless ;
To praying souls He often grants
More than they can express .

Time Waits For No One

So stop waiting
until you finish school,
until you go back to school,
until you lose ten pounds,
until you gain ten pounds,
until you kids,
until your kids leave the house,
until you start work,
until you retire,
until you get married,
until you get divorced,
until Friday night,
until Sunday morning,
until you get a new car or home,
until your car or home is paid off,
until spring,
until summer,
until fall,
until winter,
until you are off welfare,
until the first or fifteenth,
until your song comes on,
until you've had a drink,
until you've sobered up,
until you die,
until you are born again,
to decide that there is no better time than right now to be happy.
Happiness is a journey, not a destination.

Beautiful Shape

One piece at a time, the Potter uncovered the pieces of clay.
They were scattered on the ground from where He gently lifted them.
As He began to speak the designs that He would make,
The broken clay transformed into its new shape.

God's Garden

God looked around his garden
And found an empty place.
He then looked down upon the earth,
And saw your tired face.

He put His arms around you
And lifted you to rest.
God’s garden must be beautiful,
He always takes the best.

RAIN ! RAIN !! GO AWAY !!!

RAIN
RAIN
GO AWAY
LITTLE (FLOWER) WANTS TO PLAY.

Oh Wild Deer.

Where are you O Wild Deer?
I have known you for a while, here.

Both loners, both lost, both forsaken
The wild beast, for ambush, have all waken

Let us inquire of each other's state
If we can, each other's wishes consummate

I can see this chaotic field
Joy and peace sometimes won't yield

O friends, tell me who braves the danger
To befriend the forsaken, behold the stranger

I see you in every picture, I hear you in every song

"I see you in every picture, I hear you in every song"

Nature's Playground

You hear the wind blow,
You hear the leaves rustle,
You hear the water sway,
All of the sounds that you hear...
Are nature at play!

Request of Rose

Don't make me sit here
All surrounded by roses
I'm tired of being
Put in different poses
I'll throw the flowers down
Ha! Now that was sure fun!
I laugh as I throw
Them down one by one.

Smile

Yesterday is History
Tomorrow is a Mystery
Today is a Gift
That's why it's called the Present.

Photograph of Mountain

A photograph is more than just
A gift to bring or send.
And more than just the likeness of
A relative or friend.

It is a kindly greeting and
A memory to hold.
Of happy times and pleasant things.
However new or old.

It is a mirror that reflects
Companionship and cheer.
And now and then the wistfulness
That turns into a tear.

A photograph is something to
Adorn a desk or wall.
Or carry in a pocket and
Display to one and all.

It is a faithful portrait
The smile that friendship shares
To add its sunshine and to show
That someone really cares.

White Rose

The sun's rays are on a garden's white roses.
Reflections dance brush like,
Painting white, yellow and pink colours,
So proud of themselves as the guard of innocence
They make no pretension to the beauty challenge.

Instantaneous whispers of happiness rise from the roses,
As if all time would hide in the beauty of this moment.
The poet's pen is not strong enough to tell of their melody.
The roses know this and smile to her silently.

Buddhist Statue

Buddhist Statue

Teasing Me

Can it be? alas it was merely a vision
Shining so sweetly on the tree
A sunray led astray on a mission
To tease me with the warmth of thee
Turning to see the dancing glow
Reflection cast towards my eye
Nearing a smile and shedding my woes
Alas it is gone as I sigh… goodbye

The Sun Rays

The sun,
the sun,
it shines and gleams,
there it shines and redeems young minds,
don't dare to stare as it blinds your eyes,
it lifts our soul and makes us smile,
it gift us with its beautiful rays!

Picking a Flower

Picking flowers, 1...2...3!
Beautiful blooms for Mommy.
Bunch them up
And hand them over.
Look! I even found a clover.
No matter how small or scraggly,
My Mommy loves flowers
When they come from me!

Grandma's Garden's Flower

I remember Grandma's garden
The beauty and the grace
Of all the lovely flowers
In that dear, sweet place
I remember Grandma's smile
As she planted, pruned, and tilled
Laboring with love and laughter
As this world with joy she filled
I remember Grandma's patience
When we ran amid the flowers
With her beauty all around us
We would spend those precious hours
I remember Grandma's garden
And I'm happy in the knowing
That when she knelt there in the soil
It wasn't just flowers she was growing

Child Flower

A long time ago in the hippie days
When flowers were all the craze
I was a real wild child
But today I think I was rather mild.
Our dreams of peace and love
Were inspired by the one above.
Today we are not supposed to pray
To do so we might offend with what we say
Well even after all these years
Though a lot of heart aches and tears
This wild child is proud to say
She still talks to God each and every day.

Being A Girl

Being a girl is where it's at.
I'm proud, sometimes loud, and I know how to have fun.
I am who I am (and then some)!

I may be small, but my dreams are BIG!
Helping people, being strong,
and always staying true to myself.
My future lies in my own two hands, not in a crystal ball.

Being a girl is awesome.
Girlfriends share bubble gum,
bear hugs, and lots of super-secrets.
My friends are like my clothes . . .
I can't have enough of them!

Being a girl is about letting loose and trying new things.
Wearing make-up, getting dressed up,
hair back, down, or up . . .
I am as unique on the outside, as I am on the inside.

Being a girl is really cool.
Open hearts, latest shoes . . .
I'm always going someplace special
with something important to do.

I am a girl in my heart, and I will be,
FOREVER.

Butterfly

You are a butterfly I do declare,
as social and as avid as can be.
It seems cocooned, you had no chance in there,
until you found your milkweed; poetry.
To flowers you now visit and adorn -
to meadows now search for warmth and flame -
to this new world it seems to have been born -
fly on, my friend, go make yourself a name!
The summer’s yours to frolic, flirt, and flap.
You'll rise and dip through honeysuckle mists.
You’ve endless streams of love you’ve left to tap -
just be aware of autumn and its trysts.
Too soon the seasons change and trees undress -
you are a butterfly, I do profess.

Smile of Monkey

Monkey
stinky old sock
you smell like someone’s feet
but I adore you nonetheless,
Chee-chee!

Real Monkey

Real is truth
Something that is a fact
Always being able to prove
Rather or not you could
Eyes see things which they shouldn't
They see things that are real or not
They play tricks on you
You begin to realize
The tricks they play on you
Realize the real problems in life
You began to see, realize, the lies in the world
They have lied to you
You wish it was not true
That real eyes, realize, real lies

THE CLOUD

I AM a cloud in the heaven's height,
The stars are lit for my delight,
Tireless and changeful, swift and free,
I cast my shadow on hill and sea--
But why do the pines on the mountain's crest
Call to me always, "Rest, rest"?

I throw my mantle over the moon
And I blind the sun on his throne at noon,
Nothing can tame me, nothing can bind,
I am a child of the heartless wind--
But oh the pines on the mountain's crest
Whispering always, "Rest, rest."

Black is Beautiful

In time to come i see the beauty of nature
I see the winds so full of exciting fervour
The december rose flourishes in summer
The sea strays in its own lapsidaisical way

In time to come i see the beauty of peace
I see the people so happy, peaceful and gay
There is laughter as far as the ear can hear
And merriment is the order of the year

In time to come i see serenity and harmony
Where people are judged not for how wealthy they are
There is unity in crowds and untold delight
And malice is a word that has lost its right

In time to come i see the rough winds shudder
For the darling way all behave with one another
There is freedom and wonder wherever you appear
And honesty is a trait we all hold dear

In time to come no anger survives
Where lies and deceit the backdoor have found
There is no fear and disaster here
I hope and pray this day is near

A Little Bit of Everything...

No more words. Nothing, never.
There've been too many already.
Just a silence-long, deep, eternal
A decay-painful, slow, but steady.

Ranipokhari of Central Kathmandu Nepal

Ranipokhari, meaning Queen's pond, is the artificial square-shaped pond with the temple of Shiva in the middle. Ranipokhari lies in the heart of Kathmandu, with 10-15 minutes walk from Kathmandu Durbar Square.

The pond was constructed during the reign of King Pratap Malla in memory of his son Chackrawotendra. It was a token of consolation to his wife, drowned in sorrow of their son's death.

The pond is fenced with iron bars and opened once a year during Bhaitika, the fifth and final day of Tihar.