Be the Soul – by Rumi

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“Wherever you stand, be the soul of that place.”

Rumi

To say that I love the poetry of Rumi, would be an understatement. However, this 13th century poet, was also a jurist, a mystic, a scholar, and…..well……he was a Muslim. There I said it, he was a Muslim. I’m not a Muslim, but he was. So what’s the big deal about that?

Seeing his writing shakes my theology to the core, or rather the theology that I did have. Back just a few years ago, I was a fundamentalist, and believed that unless you believed as I did, you had no chance with the Creator. You were doomed. So Rumi, and other bloggers that I know and appreciate, have had a huge part in a transformation of my thinking. I love and respect all people.

I am amazed now, and blessed, at how the Creator uses people of all faiths, and people with no faith, to create such beautiful art and writing. Since people were created in His image, we are all capable, of great art, great love, and we can all help to change the world.

The most recent example of putting love in action, (that just amazes me), is Austria opening its doors and helping the flood of refugees. Wow, that is so powerful, and so life changing to so….so…. many. This is also proof of the power of love, and it proves what Rumi said. Wherever we stand, we can be the soul of that place.

I wish you Peace.

        

Commentary and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

Peace and blessings to everyone.

“If you love nature, you will love people.”

The Beauty of a Sunday

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A Prose Poem

The problem with getting older, is that you’ve heard every sermon, or you think you have.

I didn’t learn faith in a church, the woods taught me, when I was young, showed me there was something greater. I saw the church filled with people, but their hearts were not still.

Later, the wooden benches were hard, difficult sermons, long sermons, with harsh words. Railing against the Pope, or President Obama. I was confused, and my heart grew sick.

Healing for me came, in the stained glass, the space. Certainly in the peace, and in the beauty of faith. Now the sermons are shorter, and the words are decorated with love. His presence. What can we give to others?

All of this reminding me of the creation, the woods, the rivers, the mountains, and the beauty of life.

My heart is full now, and contented.

And in the late afternoon, Sundays were made, for napping.

Writing and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

Peace and blessings to everyone.

“If you love nature, you will love people.”

Wishing You Peace

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In the 1960’s it was popular to say “peace”, to one another, and hold up two fingers in a “V” shape for victory. We as young people back then, meant we were all hoping for an end to the Vietnam War, and some also wanted to see peace at home, among racial groups. We all wanted peace, or the end of conflict.

The Merriam-Webster dictionary says that word peace can also mean: “a state of tranquility or quiet”, in other words internally. I think it is safe to say we all want internal peace and quiet! This leads us to a wonderful sense of joy and happiness.

In churches that I know, we greet each other during the service, saying something close to “Peace be to you” or just “Peace.”, while shaking hands and welcoming each other. This reminds me of the Arabic word, Salaam, which means “the peace be upon you”. In Hebrew the word Shalom means, not just a feeling of tranquility, but a sense of wellbeing and wholeness.

I love all of these, and incorporate each one. It’s true I say and write the word “Peace” a lot. I know that I over use it, but I do not think that I will change that.

So I wish you – the end of all conflict, internal tranquility, great happiness, with a sense of wellbeing, and wholeness.

I wish you PEACE.

Writing and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

Peace and blessings to everyone.

“If you love nature, you will love people.”

The Last People on Earth IV – Miriam

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The Hotel Westborough was a beautiful old place, completely made of bricks, with beautiful antique furniture in the dining room. When he pulled up, there was no one around. He was early, so he went inside to spruce up. He noticed there were no piles of clothing in the lobby, or in the dining room. “Thankfully”, he said out loud. After combing his hair and straightening his tie, he hung out in the lobby for a while. He tried texting her, to see where she was, but he heard a noise outside, and knew immediately it was a car door!

He headed for the front door, and saw a mini-van parked in the loading zone. It wasn’t until he got outside that he had the shock of his life. When she came around the van, and headed towards him, he was stunned. His jaw fell open, his eyes popped out, and he dropped his cell phone, which broke into at least 5 pieces. He actually stumbled as if he’d been struck. She stopped in her tracks.

“Oh God!”, he said out loud. She was tall, very, very tall, and thin. So thin, he wondered silently, if she was sick. She appeared to be African, complete with  traditional African clothing, including a huge headdress on top of her head, the size of a small basket. He wondered if she was Muslim, and fell to his knees, covering his face with his hands. “Oh God!” he said again, not realizing how this was affecting her.

She felt anger boiling in her chest, and head, coming down her arms and into her hands, forming into fists. She thought, “He hates me!!!” Everything in her was repulsed, she could kill him right here, but instead she shouted, “You pig!!” “You hateful, racist pig!!” Still clueless, he stood up saying, “What?….what do you mean?”

He took a step forward, and she backed up. “No! Stay away from me!”, she yelled. “You racist!” He was beginning to understand now and said, “No, no, that’s not it…..no, I’m not a racist!” He took another step towards her. “Don’t you touch me! Stay away…..” she was backing up when one of her heals got caught in a hole on the sidewalk. She was still backing up and began falling. He lunged forward to help her, she screamed, “No!” She went down hard, scraping her right arm, and her upper right leg, on the pavement.

He reached for her, but she lifted one of her very long arms, and said, “Don’t you DARE touch me!!” She was seething with anger, as she laid there bleeding and in pain. She had experienced abuse before from racist white people, and she wanted nothing to do with him. He didn’t know what to do or say, it had all gone wrong. “I’ll get the first aid kit!” he said, and he took off towards the Mercedes.

“Just leave it”, she said, when he returned. It was his turn now, and he knew what to say. “Listen, I’ll leave it here, but you need to know this – yes I was shocked.” “You are very, very tall, and that was a huge surprise.” “Yes, I was expecting you to be white, but that’s only because I’m white”. “And you’re from Canada!” He began yelling, “I don’t hate anyone!” “I was just surprised, and that’s all!” And with that, he stormed away, into the hotel lobby.

To be continued.

Writing and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

Peace and blessings to everyone.

“If you love nature, you will love people.”

A Quote and a Poem

ML King

Descendants

When our descendants look back at us,

what will they see?

Will they see people filled,

with compassion?

Or will they see school children,

arguing,

trying to hold on to coins,

saying “mine!”

worrying about taxes.

Will they see open hearts,

working hard, sweating,

to make a difference?

Or will they see us,

with hatred, destroying?

It’s not too late,

there is still time.

God have mercy on us.

Poetry © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

image from google, quote from Dr. Martin Luther King

Peace and blessings to everyone.

“If you love nature, you will love people.”

It’s Not How Much We Know

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Nobody cares how much you know, until they know much you care.

Theodore Roosevelt

 We see a lot on the TV news about what people think, offering their opinions. To be honest most of them seem very removed from the problems they are discussing. Are they really down in the trenches? Or are they simply thinking about different problems from an academic standpoint?

 Some religious people seem to have a problem, with wanting to teach us, and with trying to show us what they believe is the right way. Many have good intentions, but it seems like there is often something missing. I’m not sure if Roosevelt was thinking about a particular group of people, but he saw clearly that people, who think they know a lot, need to have compassion. Without love and compassion what good is our knowledge?

We need to make a difference in our world, not with our arguments proving how right we are, but with our actions and attitudes. This includes showing in practical terms that we care, such as offering to help in some way, which might mean standing with them shoulder to shoulder, being right where they are.

Whether we are religious or not, showing compassion to others, can not only make a difference, but can literally change our world for the better, one person at a time, one circumstance at a time.

Peace.

 

 

 Commentary and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

Peace and blessings to everyone.

“If you love nature, you will love people.”

On This River

By the River

A Prose Poem

It was on this river that once flowed, her parent’s blood. She would never forget the image in her mind, of them running towards the river, screaming and praying, when the rifles rang out. Her parents went face down in the water, while she hid in the bushes. The white’s idea of war, included women and children. The did not fight like men. Even Grandfather died when his heart gave out.

The question was, now what, after 20 years? She didn’t like the white minister, he was always saying things that made people feel bad, but he did say one thing she liked. It was about forgiveness. As she watched the river flowing over the rocks, she was asking herself, could she? Could she no longer be angry and forgive?

She did learn that not all whites were evil, only some. Some were also for peace. She liked the people of the Quaker Tribe, they had love in their hearts. Some of the women even reminded her of her mother. She looked intently at the water. There was something here, something calling her, perhaps the Creator. But she could not, she just could not forgive. She prayed for strength, and decided she would try again tomorrow.

 

 

 

Writing © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

image from google

Peace and blessings to everyone.

“If you love nature, you will love people.”

The Good Ground by Rumi

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“Very little grows on jagged rock. Be grounded.

Be crumbled so wildflowers will come up where you are.”

Rumi

 

In this quote, Rumi is sharing about more than just wildflowers. He is using this illustration to point to a truth about our lives, and more specifically, about our internal lives. When our lives, and yes our hearts, are like stone or rocks, not much is going to grow. It is difficult to be fruitful. Another way of saying this is, that there is a blockage between us and potential growth.

Our lives need to be based in ground that can produce, in his words here “crumbled” means easy to plant, or just naturally loose, rich soil, which allows plants to grow. This is why farmers plow their fields, and gardeners like myself, till the soil before we plant. This allows the plants, even wild ones, (and weeds) to grow much easier. In a very real sense, our soils needs to be loose, not hard as a rock.

When our lives are like that, beautiful things will grow from us, even when we don’t expect it. Wildflowers are spontaneous, surprising, and intensely beautiful. We can be like that too, we just need to take care of the soil.

 

Peace.

 

 

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

Rumi quote found on google

Peace and blessings to everyone.

“If you love nature, you will love people.”

Flag Waving

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I love my country. Most of us do, unless we live under a dictatorship. We have so many freedoms here, including the freedom to worship the way we choose, or to choose not to worship at all. Regardless of where we live, our country is a part of who we are. However, I have two big concerns about the United States.

The first concern I have is prejudice. I am shocked, horrified, and disgusted. Hatred towards any group of people is wrong. I simply can’t believe that in 2015 we have such a horrible problem. Do we really have the right to criticize other nations, when we have such hatred in our own backyard?

Secondly, I am concerned about the lack of compassion here. There is simply not enough, of caring about people. I thank God for government programs to help people. Many people hate the idea of paying more taxes. If it was your mother in the nursing home, or if your wife needed an operation and couldn’t afford it, would you be so concerned about taxes? Of course not. I’m sure that a lack of compassion has happened over a period of time, but we need to reverse this trend. Maybe it’s from focusing on our hand held devices and TV, so often, that we’ve forgotten people are people.

Still, it’s ok to love your country, and to do some flag waving. Maybe we can do so, keeping in mind where we need to change, and work towards making our world a better place.

Peace.

 

 

 

Commentary and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

Blessings to everyone!

“If you love nature, you will love people.”