Unleash the Power of Love

Love, the perennial source of inexhaustible and invisible power,

Hatred, the deadly poison that can paralyse the very being and becoming,

Indifference, the cause of slow but steady decay and death,

Self pity, the bottomless pit one can fall into that drains out the vital energy,

Living in the past makes one feel drugged, dizzy and dwarfed,

Takes away the joy of living, celebrating and accomplishing.

Cast away imaginary fears about tomorrow, live in the Now.

No more a slave to the past, bandaging the imaginary hurt feelings,

Gone with the wind, negative feelings and depressive thoughts,

Imagine and feel the real power of love that is in you and around you.

If only you love what you imagine, feel what you dream

The intangible would become tangible,

The invisible, visible and the impossible, possible,

Pump in love into your life, your dreams, your work.

Pain and anxiety would evaporate,

Frozen mind, blocks and blockages will melt down,

Unquenchable zest for life will dawn.   

Unleash the power of love within you,

Feel the unlimited energy bubbling within you,

Experience the passion for life within you,

Fan into flame the fire within you,

Feel the excitement, amazement, wonder at every step,

Explore the never ending possibilities,

Experience the ever widening opportunities,

Discover the potential within you,

Imagine, visualise, simulate what you want in life,

There is nothing impossible for the one, who believes,

Everything is possible for the one who can feel it with love,

Your dream would certainly come true.

FLAMES OF THE FOREST

Forest fire! Flames everywhere,
Birds flying away, helter-skelter,
Animals fleeing away for fear of death,
To places unknown yet safer for shelter.

Small creeping crickets, worms and snakes,
Unable to keep pace with the flames,
Consumed in the devastating fire,
Turned into ashes, dark and grey.

Butterflies pretty and beautiful
Yellow, green, maroon, and black,
Different colours, designs and textures,
As if knitted and painted to perfection,
In a wee second succumbed to the sweltering heat.

What a sight! Lonely, disenchanting, depressing,
Soot covered tree trunks, half-baked branches,
Fully burned heaps of leaves and small bushes,
Marked the forlorn landscape.

Then I took a closer look,
Death did not dominate the scene,
On the ground I could see the beginnings of new life,
Thick undergrowth was beginning to take hold.

New roots, new shoots, new sprouts, new leaves,
All from the ashes, dark and grey,
No more the barren land, forsaken by all,
‘cause life cannot be defeated, death is not the end.

New life has taken roots,
Steady and prolonged rain did the magic.
Let us celebrate the new life outside,
Let us celebrate the new life within.

You cannot be consumed for all the time,
The raindrops of God’s love steady and prolonged,
Will do the magic of restoring life.
Rise from the ashes and become a new creation,
You shall never be consumed by the forest flame.

My pigeons are like a legion

My pigeons are like a legion, navigating to perfection,
Never alone flying, always in a group;
As the leader leads the rest follow
And yet some one or the other dares to fly alone to the heights
What a sight to see, acrobatics one could never imagine
Almost as in a Russian circus somersaults, gymnastics and trapezing in the air
Unbelievable sight keeping the eyes glued and breathless
What grace and poise in the air a rare miracle to see
And they descent from sublime heights spreading their wings, tails and feathers
Not even the best air craft monitored by machine can reach this perfection
No crash landing or catching fire any time
Soft landing, fluttering in the air with wings outstretched and tails wide spread
It’s all in the wings and the tail and the feathers
Calculated to absolute precision, ensuring safe landing.
Every morning I whistle and they look here and there for a moment
Soon they spread their wings, tails and descent from heights,
Where they were perched waiting for my habitual arrival and whistling,
Signaling their time for feeding and rhythmic fluttering.
It’s a treat to the guest who accompanies me to the garden
Soothing sight, breathing peace in the midst of tension and strife.
Doves with olive branches have been symbols of peace form Noah’s time
Peace that we all crave for in a world full of strife
There come the angels of peace with the clarion silent whisper “Shalom”
If only we could just gaze on the uplifting sight of pigeons, doves- angels of peace
Perched aloft on the terrace and descent down with poise and grace
Listening to your call to feed on wheat and grains of choice.
Those hatching, never leave their nest
Fully focused on sitting and warming the eggs they have laid
Undisturbed, oblivious of their own personal needs
One aims to bring new life, a new set of pigeons to whisper to the world
“Shalom”, “Peace”, “Aslam Walekum”, “Om Shanti”,
In your hearts and homes, villages, cities and countries.
Peace that will last, transcending the boundaries of cast and creed.
Much to learn from my pigeons, doves and birds that I love.

One Man with God is Always in Majority

One man with God is always in majority
Who can be against you, if God is for you?
Number is decisive, majority counts, they say;
So they buy people who have no courage of conviction;
Majority is made on the foundation of shifting sand.
As it was made, so it collapsed.
Confusion confounded was the result Bedlam;
No one knows who is for whom; suspicion creeps in.
Majority, in number? No one knows.

The number makes all the difference! Without, it crumbles.
And yet, "unless the Lord builds the house, they labour in vain"
Put not your trust in Princes and Chariots, as they cannot save.
Whom would you please?
Minority in the right, or majority in the wrong?
Playing to the gallery, the easiest thing to do.
Cheap popularity, easy to achieve.
But as the flower blooms and withers.
It blooms and withers, faster than they think.
Only the man with God endures.

Flowers bloom in my heart

Flowers in my garden different colours, designs and fragrance,
Knitted together in perfect alignment.
Beautiful embroidery in his master’s hands,
It’s all within that tiny seed programmed by the Creator.
In God’s own time and ways mysterious blooms and brightens the landscape,
Giving freshness, radiating brightness irrespective of who you are,
On the one who comes closer it casts the magic spell,
Filling the soul with wonder, calming all fears,
Silencing the wavering mind with serenity from within and beauty divine,
Relaxing the body in a jiffy, regaining the lost strength as if in a flash;
Blossoming serendipity from within,
Kaleidoscope of God’s own creativity with awesome clarity and precision,
Beckoning us to smile, relax and enjoy the present,
The greatest gift of all, the moment of transformation, realization;
If God so clothes the lilies in the field,
How much more the heavenly father will take care of me?

Ignite the Bigger Dream

Ignite the Bigger Dream

Davis George

On the shores of Galilee Jesus saw Simon and his brother Andrew,
Fishermen casting their nets into the lake to catch fish,
“I will make you fishers of men,” said the Master.
His eyes could see what was not visible to others-that they could become fishers of men.
His eyes could see what was not visible to others-the potential in them,
Their inner strength, talents and capabilities, attitude and aptitude.

He gave them a bigger dream to match their daring nature,
“Follow me and I will make you fishers of men.”
No written test, no interview, no probationary period, straight onto the job.
You are born for greater things, born to build the kingdom of God,
To give the good news of my Father’s unconditional love for humankind,
To include the excluded and give forgiveness, peace and life in abundance,
To build a better world, to reach out, touch and heal the broken world.

Jesus saw what others could not see.
His piercing eyes, compassionate eyes, glittering eyes,
Eyes of approval, eyes of recognition, eyes of hope, eyes full of divine love,
No one had ever seen such talents in ordinary fishermen,
Under that divine aura they left their net at once and followed him.

His divine eyes saw again another two, James and John,
Toiling through the night, with endurance and patience,
Mending their nets in silence and tiredness.

Jesus called them and immediately they followed him.
No hesitation, no discussion, no calculation on the perks and remuneration.
Such was his look, radiant and compelling,
Full of trust, full of hope, and confidence.

You can do a better job, bigger job.
Change the world with love and hope,
“Come follow me, I need you.”
I have a better plan for you, join me, be part of a winning team.”
And they just left their father and other hired men.
Such was his look, such was his call, and such was the confidence he had in them.
Only Jesus could see what was not visible to others.

Have the eyes of Jesus today,
To see what is not easily noticed,
To look within and see the inner person.
Have the eyes of Jesus to ignite the bigger dream,
To challenge people to see their own capabilities,
To discover possibilities and embark on another journey,
Enabling them to build on their strength and not on their weaknesses,
Nor on their moments of discouragement and disillusionment,
You need the eyes of Jesus to see what others cannot see, the radiant face of God,
You need the eyes of Jesus to persuade people and not intimidate,
You need the eyes of Jesus to help people to rise above the ordinary,
To do extraordinary things and permeate this world with His divine presence.
That divine look of reassurance that they too can be part of a winning team.

--- 05/09/2013

Have Eyes to See the Invisible

Have Eyes to See the Invisible

Davis George

Eyes, windows to the world, bring joy unfathomable to the heart,
You can see-the sun rise, sun set, stars in the heavens above,
Lilies in the fields, the different colours, shades and designs made to perfection.
Fruits that defy modern nutrition with healing touch and taste that can linger on.
Oh, what a sight it is, the birth of a child, children growing up,
Changes in the season-Autumn, Summer, Winter and Spring.
The spring with new shoots, fresh flowers and fragrance, treat to the eyes,
Birds flying up and down, carefree, their nest to its perfection.
Paintings and sculptures of great artists-Michelangelo, Picasso and the rest
What wonder, beauty, creativity, design and depth, mystery so divine.
You need eyes to see what others cannot see – the wonder of Nature.

If only eyes could see the story written in a seed- petals, flowers and fruits,
If only one could see the potential within each seed,
If only one could gaze into the future and see what is in store,
The immense possibilities, opportunities and capabilities embedded deep within.
If only one would get the required ground to shoot down and sprout out,
You would blossom and bear fruit that would make you ponder and wonder
The marvels of creation unfolding the wisdom unfathomable of awesome God,
If only you could open your eyes to see the invisible – the wonder of Nature.
Eyes can communicate love, tenderness, predilection and purpose,

Eyes can communicate disapproval, disappointment, indifference and anger,
It can behold beauty unfathomable,
It can absorb pain beyond comprehension,
Tears of joy, tears of sadness both can purify and sanctify,
What marvels eyes can reveal,
What confidence and trust eyes can radiate,
If only we look at each other with the eyes of compassion,
Our life will never be the same again.

The Miracle of Transformation

The Miracle of Transformation

Davis George

The crowd always followed him for favours and miracles,
But Jesus liked to teach, far more than working miracles,
For miracles were only signs of a greater reality.
If one could only comprehend what an amazing leader he was,
Dealt with crowds yet found time to see individuals.

There he was, Levi, the tax collector,
Sitting in his office busy with work, oblivious of Jesus.
Yet Master noticed what others didn't,
Jesus saw him, his eyes met Levi's,
“Follow me”, the Master said!

Amazed and puzzled, those close to him looked at the strange scene,
Tax collector, ruthless and merciless, many thought,
Extortion, mismanagement and partiality,
Despised and criticized by everyone for reasons known to all,
Isolated he felt, aloof others remained,
Distance created by fear and suspicion.

 
Undeterred, Master saw Levi with the eyes of a Savior and summoned him.
He did not dwell on his past, but saw his future vivid and clear;
Every sinner has a past, every saint a future.
Self-righteousness  he never accepted, availability and inner quest he noticed,
He needed people with knowledge and practical acumen in his team,
Knowing anyone can be transformed, uplifted to higher spiritual experience,
With no hesitation or concern for what others would think or say,
Jesus looked into his eyes and purposefully said, 'Follow me.'
What magic in that divine look emanating confidence and trust!

One need to look into the eyes of Jesus,
He who beckons at an unpredictable time,
To become his disciple and continue his mission,
To see a saint in a sinner and a tree in a seed and butterfly in a cocoon,
What a prompt response to that unprecedented call,
Levi got up and followed Jesus His Master,
Sinner transformed into a saint in the making,
And that miracle of transformation continues even today,
If only you would look into His eyes and respond to His invitation, “follow me”.
You will never be the same.