A short, short story.

To touch the plants and earth, feel rain, and enjoy the sky and everything is a luxury for peace of mind. Not meditation, but relaxation!

Looking out the window.

Peace of mind and rest just happens.

Life changes as we go and there truly is only one home to return to.

Prayer is an indispensable line of communication that is open and accessible to human beings. It is the only medium that has survived man’s questionable departure from the truth that materialism by itself stands on shaky ground and neither the advocacy of atheism and agnosticism has succeeded in excluding humanity from its one and only source.

A short poem about destruction war, and how a handful of people wish for peace.

Experience A Daydream.

When we witness the enormity of suffering and pain that people experience and compare these with the petty worries that trouble our minds from time to time, we come to realize how fortunate we are, and be immensely thankful that our so-called misery are not as burdensome as supposed.

There is much that we writers like to write. If you ask me we write too much to satisfy our egos, too much to stroke our indulgences, all the while, the world slides into depression and anxiety. Is there nothing writers can do? I think we could at least try.