A moving world

What in nature stands still?
What is dormant?
The leaves and the trees
Don’t stand still;
Neither are they dormant;
Birds and animals
Don’t stand still;
Neither are they dormant;
We humans don’t stand still;
Neither are we dormant;
We are either moving forward,
Or moving backwards;
Either we are happy
And our faces shine brightly,
Or we are unhappy
And sadness covers them;
Either we are strong,
Or we are weak;
Either we are light,
Or darkness to the world.
Mother earth, our planet
Keeps on journeying;
Where it is going,
Who can say?
We can only guess.
We live in a moving world.


All The World’s A Stage

All The World’s A Stage

By William Shakespeare

All the world’s a stage,

And all the men and women merely players:

They have their exits and their entrances;

And one man in his time plays many parts,

His acts being seven ages. At first, the infant,

Mewling and puking in the nurse’s arms.

And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel

And shining morning face, creeping like snail

Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,

Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad

Made to his mistress’ eyebrow. Then a soldier,

Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,

Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel,

Seeking the bubble reputation

Even in the cannon’s mouth. And then the justice,

In fair round belly with good capon lined,

With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,

Full of wise saws and modern instances;

And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts

Into the lean and slipper’d pantaloon,

With spectacles on nose and pouch on side,

His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide

For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice,

Turning again toward childish treble, pipes

And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,

That ends this strange eventful history,

Is second childishness and mere oblivion,

Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.

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Life is all about struggle.

You never live without struggle.

Life begins with a struggle.

Life ends with a struggle.

Struggle is the part of our life.

A mother struggles to give birth to her child.

Every living creature struggles for survival.

Struggle is the rule of life.

If you struggle to get something today,

Tomorrow or in your near future, you’ll receive your grand rewards.

Don’t scare to struggle.

Enjoy your struggle and hug it like your true pal.

Your grand success and victory is always waiting for you.

Source: POSITIVE THOUGHTS OF SELF-MOTIVATION! Only you can motivate yourself… Only you can bring positive changes in your life…. Birister Sharma


Thank you for reading. Let us make a beautiful world together. God bless!

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The Halo of Life

The thought of newly transplanted foliage thriving in the winter’s cold air enticed me to pray for God’s help. I raised the living room shades, and our tree was gleaming in His morning rays. It began in February as lifeless vegetation, a root ball almost too heavy for my wife and I to plant in the ground. We gently slid it into a wheelbarrow and positioned this poor sapling in front of the window. With high hopes and lots of prayers, we asked God to bless our achievement and to nourish this impressive little ten-foot red Dogwood tree.

I’m sure most of my readers heard or read all the versions of “Legend of the Dogwood Tree.” Our Dogwood, though, became special when a supernatural event occurred within a week of planting it in the yard. Amongst the dead winter sod, and obvious to the naked eye, an indisputable halo of green grass sprouted around its base. I showed my wife and a neighbor, in disbelief, and we sat to praise God. In all my years of landscaping, I never witnessed something so mystical! Halos mean the Kingdom of light, and that which dons them has spiritual power and life. Was this tree put in my hands for a reason?

A halo of green grass…image by Bicks Books LLC.

Last night, a short month after its birth to our home, the cold rains blew; this morning we opened the blinds only to discover God’s magnificent gift. Our most prized possession, the red Dogwood tree, blossomed with brilliant crimson blooms and just in time for Easter. Our hard-earned efforts yielded God’s acknowledgment of thanks for giving life to this little dogwood tree, now a sanctuary standing ever tall.

Maybe this halo occurrence is quirky to some but we’ve planted many trees and bushes in our yard, and nothing appears abnormal about them. But the little red Dogwood brightens our day, blooming blood-stained petals in the shape of a cross, along with its own halo. The Lord, no doubt, is very much in control of His creations, and perhaps He anoints them with His messages… just like this tree.

Jesus donned a crown of thorns and was crucified on a wooden cross for our sins. Whether it was a dogwood He hung from (as legend claims), or another type of wood is of scant importance. Living in the consciousness of Christ is the most essential part of being a Christian. Be aware of God’s signs – they are all around you, even in nature. Let’s understand everything good originates from Him, and He wants us to protect the halo of life.

God bless you as we prepare for the Easter season.



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The 2 sides of nature

When I take time to think of you
O nature,
I am amazed by the duality in you;
In every aspect of you,
I find two sides,
The good and the bad;
I find life and death;
When we are born into the world,
We carry both life
And the seed of death in us;
As we are growing
We are also dying;
What we take in to keep us alive
And make us happy,
Is what is slowly killing us;
In the immensity of nature, 
I see a mighty God;
You are mighty O God,
To put all this in place;
What can be above you?
Nothing that human mind can imagine.
You are capable of all.
Praise and glory be you!

Charming world of flowers

In a garden of flowers,
I stand;
Charmed by the beauty
That surrounds me;
What a variety of flowers;
I find!
At the far end,
At my right,
A rose nods its head;
I will harvest that rose
For the one who has won
My heart;
I hope for a love
Far from short lived
Like you, flower;
Here today, gone tomorrow;
So bright and beautiful,
But not for long;
Very much like life,
We are young today,
Old tomorrow;
Strong today,
Weak tomorrow;
No beauty is there forever;
Like you my lovely flowers,
It’s soon gone;
O flowers!
But beauty is not all
You have;
You are medicinal as well;
And nutritional;
See that honey bee flirting
From flower to flower
In search of nectar;
To make me a sweetheart;
Call that honey.
O lovely flowers!
The beauty of nature;
You who are staring at me,
What do you have for me?
Good fortune?
Or hope?
Let it be all of these,
Lovely, charming world
Of flowers.
Move your beauty into
My heart.
Let it there for ever dwell.