Pigs

Attractive Soul

Attractive Soul!

Breaking-Fast

Whose Turn

Whose Turn

As a Man Thinkth..

Blank Canvas – ባዶ ሸራ...!

Blank Canvas – ባዶ ሸራ...!

When I was born

My life was like a blank canvas

Ready to be written on

Ready to be painted

Leaving my unique mark

And “my” Palm print all over the world..

I was like a blank canvass

So ready for mixed colors and sketches

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Then, when I opened my eyes and have seen

Scribbles of others

I got scared not knowing where to begin.

Some warned me not to spoil my canvas

And just to wait until I have

The perfect life’s design

They warned me saying it is an abomination

It is a crime and sin

To attempt to paint the color that I have dreamed of

Because, they said, “it will look different than theirs”.

Others wanted to impose their design

And scrabble their babble on my canvas

As if I’m born to fit in their mold

As if I have no voice of my own.

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Then I saw Picasso, Cézanne, Da Vinci,

I saw Rembrandt, Van Gough and Monet

And many others who have done masterpieces

Whose works resided in the pinnacle of creativity.

Noted I, that I was born to do – to keep painting…

Not to spare my canvas and die

Not to imitate others and fit in their mold

Not to fluctuate with the wave of criticism and cynicism.

But to paint curves, straight lines, crooked lines, ugly lines and pretty lines

I’m here to figure out my life’s foot print

And paint with red, violet, green or the color blue

As I traverse this maze of life while I learn and grow

Then I promise to paint on my canvas, not to spare an empty corner

Till my colors make sense to me

Till I learn to inspire another soul

To paint her own design, her own palm print, in her own canvas

In her time – before “her bell” rings with

Adios!

Figure out your purpose, and live your own life, then you will be creating a masterpiece!

Pazion -2012

Abundance!

Abundance!

Confessed my friend, he was baptized with good thoughts

And all the goodness there is

No! It wasn’t some wishful thinking or day dreaming

But, he was calling the universe’s colossal power

Attracting by his intention

Of being great and doing great!

To empower the likes of him, humanity!

Although -

Criticized by critics,

With the mention of his ambition

He ducked the haters hate

Despite they go irate…

In any case,

my friend has chosen to ride the rocket

And shoot beyond the limiting earth sphere and

Gravity

He chose to be baptized in the power

Way bigger

Way richer than the chronic lack

Surrounded the earth

And the distorted calamity.

My friend chose to prosper his soul

He vote prosperity

He chose to leave the philosophy to philosophers

And let them philosophize

… why people should dwell in poverty

Let them philosophize

…why the God of abundance has slumbered

But, he chose prosperity!

… and, when I stare at my friend in the mirror

I embraced full heartedly

With hunger in my soul, fire in my eyes

I too wanted to immerse

In the water deep - heart core of the universe

I too wanted to be baptized

I chose to live in abundance!

“…Abundance is not something we acquire. It is something we tune into…”

Wayne Dyer

Pazion 2012

Lie-to-Me

Can't be Quiet!

Can't be Quiet!

Real Ethiopians

Is Your Heart with me ?

Is Your Heart with me ?

Beautifully Beautified...!

Beautifully Beautified...!

If I were to tell you

I’m squeezing my soul and dripping

Droplets of words...

I’m not littering the world

But, rather beautifying it

Speaking with love chords

And melodies and rainbow colors

Painting this canvas called life

As I pass through,

An observing traveler

Attempting to discern the real voice

With a clue

from the noise random

See ? in the past

Seldom I

discard the bad experiences

and my misdeed

At times, I was confused by their persona

At times refused to proceed!

Now ... my dear

When I hear a voice whispering,

Genuinely ...

                                “Come my love

                                let's run away. . .

                                then build our own world

                                from grains of sand and pieces of wood. . .

                                Come, let's run away. . . “

What am I to do –

Except to run away – and fly with you ...!

To the end of the world – to the end of time !

For genuine travelers of life...!

Pazion   -   2012

The Speaker

Lover's Diary!

Lover's Diary!