Put your head on my shoulder

and want all the fruit on the tree.As we grow olderwe respect everything that is there,and only want a littleof what stands before us there.We become unselfishand the word is replaced with share.As we grow, olderall we want to do is share.6 March 2008

We greet them with open arms,reflecting on what has happenedto us in the intervening years.We make scenarios in our mindof how their lives went on.Knowing in a way they are always wrong,but are just the way we hoped they livedand were happy all day long.Then reality kicks in,the daydream bustsand you find they’ve lived a…

Where kindness and kindred-shipare locked within each others arms.Where hate, jealousy and greedwere banished forever a long times ago.Where there is no famine or diseaseand every soul knows only harmony and tranquillitythroughout each coming day.A place they call Utopia.

I waited eagerly to listen to his address.He spoke of many things,but the message of unity came out loud and clear.A unity between all peoplesregardless of their colour, religion or creed.Working together we could create a better worldfor our children and their children.As he spoke I agreed with his every wordand could only hope and…

and a coat or jacketnever mind the weather.When it is really hot,my coat or jacket stays on.Often I look around and seepeople looking at me,and then start melting underneath the heat.They keep saying that it’s hot.I, myself feel nice and cool;they can never understand itand say I should be melting too.I just smile and carry…

If you are restlessinvariably, you are lonelydrifting alwaysnever settling long enoughto fulfil your life’s need.Never passing one placeno more than one time,long enough to get to knowanyone who lives there.Always on the movewherever the wind blows.22 January 2008