Daedalus: the maze, the wings

Daedalus was trapped in a maze that he himself built. The maze is our normal life, we do over and over the same mistakes, fighting others, being depressed after having followed stupid things, eating too much every day, or too little, searching happiness where we will never find it and then searching again, games that have no end, losing ourselves, awaiting death, bored and happy only when we have new things, new loves, new books, new songs. In eastern culture they say we are in the maze for so many lives and we go on and on without finding the way out.

Daedalus in this Greek myth manages to find a solution to escape the maze: wings, with wings we fly, we are free, with wing we can flow into our life, the mind is free, has no attachments and can follow moment after moment the winds and we can go where we must go lightly, happily.

Wings are always on our back, we can feel them if we try, they are always there. Some people arch their back so the wings disappear, they are slaves of their inflexible ideals, of their stiff thinking, they can even think that God wants what they are doing... no, God wants that we fly, God wants us to flow moment after moment in our life, following His signs; God doesn't want books where we must do all what we think He said we "must" do: death books... God is alive, moment after moment, instant after instant.
So wings are of angels, we are angels fallen down, we fell because we hid our wings, but the wings are still there, ready to open and the wings are on the back side of our heart, that opens to our spine. We think we love, but only with one part of our heart, the front part and loves end always sadly cause they block themselves; when we open our back side of the heart, when we have wings, our love is free to fly, moment after moment and has no end.
The Greek myth teaches us two things, one is to be careful to not melt our wings with to much fire, like what happened to Icarus, the son of Daedalus: if when we fly we get too full of ourselves, we lose our wings, we don't flow no more, we are in the ego, we forget that God makes us fly, we become gods.
If we fly too near the water our wings get wet and in this case we can't fly no more. Our emotions, water, overwhelm us; we are deep in anguish and we don't see no more the light, we think we are left alone to deal
with our life and we don't see any way out.

Why did the son die, what's the meaning of this? The son is Daedalus ego, he was still split in two, he was trying to get out of the maze, trying to leave apart is ego. The son was that part of Daedalus that felt for the first time to be so powerful and he tough he was himself the creator of this, so he tried to substitute himself to the Sun - this the meaning of Icarus falling down after he went too near the sun -, every time in life we try this, life is too hard, we do everything ourselves without asking help.
Daedalus only lost is ego because he manage to continue flying and not falling as usual into depression after the megalomaniac state of is son, in depression he would have touched the water and also in this case he would have lost his wings and would have been lost again in the maze, again in a state of death.
The maze is an illusion of our life, we have always had wings, they can never be cut, but we can hide them to ourselves and live an illusion.

Many people want a son not only like an act of love, but also to substitute God, the Father and Mother, in this case, Daedalus had one, his ego son.

Carlo Lopez

* what I mean for ego
Ego: ego is a construction of the mind, a part that build himself in a not natural way. a part that is not listening to our real feelings and acts only in a power way, (this causes suffering) a part that uses guilty to feel himself strong, a part that put himself in the place of God thinking that he (the ego) created himself.
We can say is the demon, a narcissistic self.
A dictator is an ego man cause he needs other people to be a dictator, he can't be 'himself' without going against other people.
Can also be a mother or a father that want their daughter becomes a doctor or a nurse, not letting her be what her life wants she will be, maybe a poet, maybe a worker; they "use" the daughter to gain power for them self (non necessary in a conscious way).
The ego must kill God cause he is god and made himself.
Church are an ego expression of human being, they use God to gain power, but they kill God, they create a false God, a projection of themselves, not an alive God.

The old sun, the young night

The morning, the child, like the sun appearing on the horizon, meets the mother, the night leaving place to the day.

Same was your story, you, the day going down, met Sheila, the young night coming out.

The moment is magic, all things stop, a door of energy is open, hearts stop beating for some instants.
At one moment, you don't know exactly, all is gone, the day disappeared, the night is there all over, covering everything.

This was you love Carlo and Sheila, was beautiful, but... this happens day after day, not only one day :)

Try to remember this, can't be one, must be, must be, must be, otherwise nothing will grow, everything will be death forever.
Come out both and start again! Don't be afraid! I'm near you to help you, every day will be the same, but will be different. Every moment of your evening will be full of love and all people will always stop for a moment and whisper: what a beautiful moment for the old day and for the young night; what a beautiful moment for all us.

Thanks for this to Sheila and LadyNina Shaiya fighters :)

Un'antica montagna, un giovane lago

Una montagna era li da sempre, aspettava ed aspettava; nel tempo dell'attesa un sacco di acqua cadde su di lei, il vento sussurrava su di lei, fulmini e tuoni erano sopra di lei. Si mosse parecchio, rocce sempre cadevano, nuove grotte apparivano, boschi crescevano sopra a boschi.

Ma adesso, adesso era pronto! Adesso tutta la sua asperità era sparita, tutti gli angoli acuti erano smussati, era bello camminare su di lui, le sue colline eran soffici, bellissime dolci curve dappertutto.

La pioggia che iniziò quella notte era gentile, cadde così per quattro mesi, la montagna l'aspettava,
era così contento per le sue gocce sull'arido suolo; anche la pioggia era felice, adesso trovava così tanti luoghi per riposarsi e fermarsi, poteva restare li ed avrebbe nutrito tutti gli esseri che vivevano su di lei.

Un mattino il sole era uscito scintillante su un nuovo mondo, c'era un bellissimo lago dappertutto
e la notte vennero le stelle a brillare su di lui.

I giorni passarono, tanti alberi crebbero, alcuni potevano mettere le loro forti radici, gli animali trovavano cibo e l'acqua era dappertutto.

Un giorno un saggio venne ad incontrare la montagna; si guardò attorno sorridendo tutto il tempo.
Ed allora disse ai suoi discepoli: guardate! Così dovrebbe essere un saggio!
Osservate questa montagna, ha aspettato così a lungo per essere completo!
Adesso ogni cosa, ognuno trova pace in esso: possiamo solo imparare dalla sua pazienza e saggezza,
adesso ha trovato in lui spazio per il suo lago. ..

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Montagna e Lago sono due degli otto antichi "Trigrammi" cinesi,
Pa Kua, alla base del famoso “I Ching, il libro dei mutamenti”.



La Montagna (fermezza), è rappresentata da due linee Yin ed una linea Yang sulla cima,
deriva da Terra (tre linee Yin) dove la sommità, una linea Yin, si è trasformata in una Yang.



Il Lago (gioia) ha due linee Yang ed una linea Yin sulla cima (qui è la linea base che cambia, da Acqua, perché l'Acqua incontrando una base forma laghi, mari.

L'acqua ha bisogno di un posto per stare, per riposare e fermarsi, le serve una montagna confortevole che le dia il benvenuto.

Così, Yin e Yang si influenzano vicendevolmente, il lago porta gioia alla montagna, riempie le sie nude rocce con alberi e fiori, gli animali possono vivere.

La montagna è la nostra nuca, ferma e alta, accogliente.
Il lago è il nostro viso, deve essere aperto e pieno di gioia.

Nella vita quotidiana mettiamo la montagna davanti a noi:
mettiamo davanti a noi tutte le cose che ci bloccano,
la nostra vita diventa un monte difficile da salire.
Dobbiamo rovesciare la situazione per correggerla:
rimaniamo sulla montagna ammirando gli spazi aperti del lago davanti a noi.

Ma la storia ha anche un significato più profondo, una mente rigida è come una giovane montagna,
nulla può sopravvivere  su di essa perché troppo acuminata;
una persona saggia ha molte più "curve" nel suo carattere,
gli altri cercheranno i suoi suggerimenti e il suo appoggio.



Altri post sull'I Ching:
1) I Ching - 2) Gli otto Trigrammi - 3) I Trigrammi Lago e Montagna - 4) Esagrammi 11 e 12: Guerra e Pace - 5) Esagramma 29: Kan

An ancient mountain, a young lake

A mountain was there from ever, waiting and waiting; in this waiting time lot of water fall on him, wind whispered on him, lighting and thunder was over him. He moved a lot, stones always fallen, new caves come out, woods grew over woods.

But now, now he was ready! now all his sharpness was gone, all the narrow angles where gone. His hills where soft, was nice to walk on him, beautiful round curves everywhere.

The rain that started that night was gentle, fell like that for four months, the mountain was waiting for her, he was so pleased of her drops on the arid ground; the rain was happy too, now she had so many places to rest and stay, she could stop there, and she would have nurtured all the beings that where living on him.
One morning the sun was out shining on a new world, there was a beautiful lake everywhere, in the night the stars where shining on her.

Days passed, beautiful trees grew, strong ones could put their roots, animals found food and water everywhere.

One day a wise man come to meet the mountain; he look around smiling all the time. And then said to his disciples: look! this is how a sage must be! Look at this mountain, he waited so long to be complete! now every thing, every one founds peace in him. we can only learn from his patients and wisdom, now he has place in him for his lake...

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Mountain and Lake are two of the eight ancient Chinese “Trigrams”, Pa Kua, the base for the famous “I Ching, the book of changes”.

The Mountain (stillness), is represented by two Yin lines and one Yang line on the top, it comes from Hearth (3 yin lines) where the summit, the Yin line has changed in a Yang line.

The Lake (joy) has two Yang lines and a Yin line on the top (here the base line changes, from Water, cause water founding a base becomes lakes, seas).

The water needs a place to stay, to rest and settle down, needs a comfortable mountain that welcomes.

So Yin and Yang influence each other, the lake brings joy to the mountain, fills the nude rocks with trees and flowers, animals can live.

The mountain is our nape: must be like a mountain, still and high.
The lake is our face, must be open and full of joy.

In our normal life we have the mountain in front of us: all the blocking things of our life we put in front, our life becomes a mountain hard to climb.
We must change to the right situation: we stay on the mountain admiring the open spaces of the lake, in front of us.

But the story has a more deep meaning, a stiff mind is like a young mountain, nothing can survive on it cause it is too sharp, a wise person has much more "curves" in his character, other people like to search for his advices and comfort.

Mare

Era una bellissima giornata.

Il mare era azzurro, splendido.
Il suo cuore era in tumulto, lei era lontana almeno 6000 chilometri, in un'altro continente.
Si amavano, ma li sulla spiaggia non sapeva che fare, sdraiato a pensare a lei, un libro subito riposto, si un po' di musica giovava, era la loro musica, ah, quelle canzoni ascoltate in cuffia le notti passate con lei, magiche. Il mattino sempre arrivava troppo presto.

Quel mare li davanti... Un bagno, va bene, altrimenti a che serviva un mare sì bello?
Anni prima una corrente inaspettata lo stava portando via, l'angoscia passata lo portava a non fidarsi più di sé, del mare. Meglio stare dove l'acqua era più bassa.

Questa volta però, appena entrato, il suo sorriso gli apparve ed anche la sua voce: Carlo, let you go! Ah! Si era lei, di lei si fidava, decise di arrivare alle boe, l'acqua era dolce, un altro po'... Paura? No, perchè? Aveva imparato che la paura è mortale, irrigidiva, tirava sotto; il suo sorriso...

Due settimane passaron così, ora non vedeva l'ora di entrare in acqua, l'accoglievan il suo sorriso e le sue dolci parole, nuotava piano, a rana per lunghi tratti; il godimento era estremo, faceva all'amore nell'acqua, ma l'acqua era lei, lo facevano piano, teneramente...
Ora il mare era tornato mare, non più per tirarlo sotto, ma per sostenerlo con gentilezza.

Partì, le vacanze li eran terminate, le avrebbe ricordato per sempre, ma... ma come mai in due settimane non una goccia d'acqua dal cielo, una dolce brezza sempre, il mare caldo come piaceva a lui? Era strano..
Lei continuava a sorridergli.

Sea

Was a beautiful day.

The sea was blue, splendid.

His heart was in turmoil, she was far away, at least 6000 kilometres, in an other continent
They where in love, and there on the beach he didn’t know what to do,
laying on the sand thinking of her, a book suddenly closed; yes some
music was helpful, was their music. Ah, those songs listened with the
earphones the nights passed with her, magic ones. The morning always
arrived too early.
That sea in front of him… A bath, ok, otherwise what was for a so nice sea?

Years ago a suddenly current was bringing him away, the anguish pass
through brought him to not have trust in himself and in the sea. Was
better to stay where the water was not so high.

This time however, at soon he was inside, her smile appeared and even her voice: Carlo, let you go!
Ah! Yes, was her, he had trust in her, he decided to arrive to the
buoy, the water was sweet, little more… afraid? No, why? He had learned
that fear was mortal, stiffen up, pulls down; her smile…

Two week passed in that way; now he was waiting the moment to go in
the water, he was welcomed by her smile and her sweet words; he swim
slowly, breaststroke for long stretches; the enjoyment was the
greatest, he was making love in the water, but she was the water, they
did it slowly, tenderly.

Now the sea was again the sea, no more for pulling him under, but for supporting him softly.

He left, the two weeks holiday there where over, he would have
always memories of them, but… but how in two weeks not a drop of rain
from the sky, always a mild breeze, the sea warm has he liked? Was
weird…

She was still smiling to him.

Carlo Lopez

Loves

Love is not well understood. People "fall in love," are so happy for some months and after this nice time, things become weird: something blocks and stops.
Most loves these days are like this.

What happens?

We can say that "love is not a decision of us, of the lovers," it's a decision of God. We "fall" in love.
For some months, we still make no decision because the flow is so strong and beautiful we have no need to do anything.
But arrives a time when we start deciding, we get jealous, scared of what will be, afraid to loose the other. These feelings are always projected on the other, our beloved is still our beloved, but... If maybe he did this, or that... And at one point the flow doesn't work anymore: no flow = pain.
Usually at this point the couple stops, one leaves, finds a new love, new interest, the other suffers for a while, for some time.
And?
And all starts again, one other circle starts... No hope.

What we can do?

When all things go wrong we must consider what we are doing and stop, but not stop the relation, we must leave this decision to God, not to ourselves. This is called having "faith in God".
And we must energetically clean all what we are projecting on the other. We must "clean" our thoughts, our anger, jealousy, we must "forgive" her, him. This is called having "faith in the beloved"

Then we must wait, wait with our hearth open, wait sitting near God: what will happen will be the right thing.

With a kiss to my beloved
Carlo

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Two poems by Sheila, a beautiful one where there is love and one where love seems to be gone and we are alone.

"When I Arrive"

When I arrive,
I won't come with gifts.
I won't have flowers or chocolates.
I won't bring champagne with a couple of glasses.
When I arrive,
I won't come with tricks.
I won't be on a tricycle juggling balls.
I won't have a buzzer on my right hand.
When I arrive,
I'll have me, myself and I.
I won't even have make-up on my face,
I'm not even going to get dressed up.
I'll be all me, in every meaning of the word.
A smile planted on my face
and my heart in a bow for you to own.
So, person I have come to love,
will you take me as I am?

"Pieces of me"

And a scream bursts
from dozens of lungs
that pierces the air
and splits atoms and
cracks bones
and breaks hearts.
It was only me.
Dripping sweat from every pore,
breathing becomes irregular
and my bed is surrounded by strangers.
They were only me.

by kind permission of Sheila “zaphi” Sanchez

Kallystra and God

One day the girl asked God, "I don't know what is happening to me... I, I love a man... I'm afraid, I'm afraid of going away from my house, from my mom... from you... I will be a woman if I follow him, I'll become like all them... all those adults full of pain and anger."
She started crying full of despair and fear.
God asked her, "Oh, my little woman, so you are ready? Who is this very lucky man?"
"It's a mage and he knows you... Lao is his name..." replied the girl.
"Oh Lao, I'm so happy for you! With him you will not loose me :) I know him well, I gave him to you because you are my sweet little daughter and I really don't want to loose you."
The girl asked now with more relief, "So this love is... LOVE? A sacred love?"
"All loves are sacred LOVES! But... people forget... love, they forget me and their life becomes heavy, painful, they think they are alone.
"Don't worry my delighted, you and him will not forget love, you will be never alone. Love will be always with you.
"Now come here. Hug me, and go to him, never be afraid. I'm always near you, just ask, remember to ask me."
The young lady hugged God, her heart was more light now. Slowly she went away, - Lao was waiting for her - a whisper in her ear continued all her life: "I am love, remember my sweet, I am love."

Kallystra e Dio

Un giorno Kallystra chiese a Dio, "Non so cosa mi succede... io, io amo un uomo... sono spaventata, sono spaventata d'andar via dalla mia casa, da mia mamma, da te, sarò una donna se lo seguo, diventerò come tutte loro... come tutti quegli adulti pieni di dolore e rabbia."

Cominciò a piangere piena di disperazione e paura.
Dio le chiese, "Oh, mia piccola donna, così sei pronta? Chi è questo uomo così fortunato?"
"Lui è un mago e Ti conosce... il suo nome è Lao..." replicò la ragazza.
"Oh Lao, sono così felice per te! Con lui non Mi perderai :) Lo conosco bene, gli ho dato te perché tu sei la mia dolce piccola figlia e non voglio perderti."
Kallystra ora chiese con maggior sollievo, "Così questo amore è... AMORE? Un amore sacro?
"Tutti gli amori sono AMORI sacri! Ma... le persone dimenticano... l'amore, dimenticano me e le loro vite diventano pesanti, dolorose, pensano di essere sole.
"Non preoccuparti mia diletta, tu e lui non dimenticherete l'amore, non sarete mai soli, l'amore sarà sempre con voi.
"Adesso vieni qui, abbracciami e vai da lui, non aver mai paura. Sono sempre vicino a te, semplicemente chiedi, ricordati di chiedermi. "
La giovane donna abbracciò Dio, il suo cuore era adesso più leggero. Lentamente se ne andò, Lao la stava aspettando. Un sussurro nel suo orecchio continuò per tutta la sua vita: "Io sono amore, ricordati mia dolce, Io sono amore."

Free

It's not easy to be free.
we always try to "jail" our life,
a family becomes always a jail,
work always become a jail,
games always become a jail,
love always becomes a jail.

At the beginning every one of these things seem so nice, so attractive.
And they are, it's how we spoil them, how for fear we "jail" them.

How many times do you see authors or comments of how it would be annoying to have a flat "peace" in our life? This is a trick of the mind, we always escape peace. We escape it by doing so many things in during out day and not a single minute for us, never: if we have nothing to do, we turn on the television, read a book, or post in a blog :)

In Eastern culture, once, meditation was important for the human being; meditation is a moment for ourselves, for having some peace, some deep joy.

Take 2 minutes for yourself, close your eyes , relax and open your body and ask for peace, don't do anything else. Communicate, this is essential. Who to communicate with? Choose what you prefer: in Tai Chi we can say energy. In a religion, they can call it God, Holy Spirit, Christ, Buddha, Maometto, Hallah, Shiva, Krishna. Oh, you can also try with your beloved! You will be surprised how powerful he/she is.
So, after you start to communicate, simply for ask peace and joy. (omg, afterward, don't feel guilty if you feel it! It's a trick of your mind to go back to your normal state.)

Carlo Lopez
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Peace and joy are not annoying. If one goes in them and is not afraid of them, they become greater and greater, like the sea.
Sheila in this beautiful poem describes very well this "endless sea".

"Free" (Because there really wasn't anything else I could name it.)

She woke up today
feeling like a dove,
dancing (flying)
and singing (chirping)
in the breeze over an endless sea.
Sweet freedom.
She wanted to write about it too,
but no words came.
Oh well, she thought,
I have this good feeling
and no one can take it from me,
no one can ruin it for me.
Even if it wasn't on paper,
or blogged about,
or written about in a diary,
or shouted of in the middle of an intersection,
she felt like everyone knew of it.
Who could miss such a brilliant light
shinning so bright within her
that it illuminated the earth with a far, far better light
than even the sun itself could provide.
A far, far better sight
than the constellations could ever hope of becoming.
Yeah, she felt that good.
Have you?
No? Then you should let it go.
What 'it' is, only you know.
Maybe it's whatever you think of when you cry,
or when you feel all hope is lost,
or whatever you think of when you feel it's your fault.
That's the 'it' you need to say goodbye to.
And when you do,
you can join me in song

by kind permission of Sheila “zaphi” Sanchez

Stock market

I don't understand why it must always go up?!

The sun goes up and down, the moon changes in the same way, the seasons are  a circle. Taoist philosophers called this natural process Tai Chi, Tao: Yin and Yang. All life is Yin and Yang, we get up in the morning (not all of us in the morning :), but we all get up and when we are tired, we lay down.

Life starts breathing in (Yin) and ends breathing out (Yang). For our entire life, we breath in and out, there is no exception: why must this be different for societies quoted in the Stock market?

I can understand if you buy, fixed, rent things, you give people your money, does not matter what they do with this money. You tried to help them and they give you back something, but why all the quoted societies must go up?
In Milano, 27% was lost (first graph), that means that the Mibtel, before, went up 27%, now it's evening, must go down.

The problem, I think, is that the going up is an illusion, a nice mirage for letting people put money in stocks, but at the end they loose money because who does the "joke" is the one that takes the missing amount.



Here are two interesting graphs of Milano Mibtel, the first looks horrible, how the line goes down! But it's an illusion, this is a 3 month projection. The second graph tells us more the truth, the Tai Chi movement, it's a projection of Five years.



One problem of not understanding Yin Yang stock market is that people get in panic and sell everything so the crack can be even worse; this is good for someone because if there is someone that looses, there is always someone that gains: this is called "Capitalism".

If you don't want to loose money, don't be afraid; if all are not afraid, there will be no panic and the Yin and yang of the "market" would be more soft.

Carlo Lopez

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Now a poem by Sheila, in this one we can see the desperation for not having understood Yin and Yang.

It Happens


Scream out to the city lights.
Yell out your feelings,
your thoughts,
your fears,
your wants,
your needs.
No one will listen, you think,
so you yell,
"I feel angry,
depressed,
screwed,
guilty!"
You have your hands on your head,
pulling your hair,
jaw tightly clenched.
Dropping to the floor on your knees,
you weep.
"Why are you angry?"
Has the city responded to your cry?
Though amazed and confused, you yell back,
"Life doesn't go my way."
"Why are you depressed?"
"Life doesn't go my way."
"Why are you screwed?"
"Life will never go my way."
"And how can you feel guilty?"
"I have done nothing to make life go my way."
"Do you think you are so important
and powerful
to be able to 'make' life go your way?"
A shiver runs down your spine
making your head shake up
and now you're staring at the sky.
You are not an almighty being.
Shit happens.

by kind permission of Sheila “zaphi” Sanchez

The Mage and the Angel (a real story)

One day a mage arrived in a far away little town,

he was tired for the long walking and sit for a moment against a wall.

A nice chant arrived to his ears, "What a wonderful voice!".

He climbed the wall to look inside and a beautiful angel was there.

Omg, thought the mage, I never saw such a beauty...

"Hi there", he said and looked the angel.

"Hi" replied the angel, attracted from the huge smile on the face of the mage.

"I'm mage Lao, and you?" "I'm a little bird in a cage, my name is Kallystra".

"A little bird in a cage? lol, I see only a beautiful angel".

They loved each other immediately; every day the mage came to meet the angel, their love was protected by God, always they had the manner to stay together, speak and love themselves.

One day the angel said to him: "Lao, I really think you are right, I'm an angel :)" "Yes darling, you are an angel, your blue wings are so beautiful, your lips... your chin, all is shining in you.

Their hearts were together as one, beating as one, all the angels in the sky, all people where moved by their great love...

One day the mage said to the angel: "Now we must go, God want's you move from here with me."

The angel was afraid to leave and the mage started coming day after day for his love.

One day he said, "My heart, today is the last day we can go, please come with me."

The angel replied: "I'm a bird in cage, my place is here."

The mage, tears falling from everywhere, went away; his heart with an only hope, maybe one day she will find help and with her beautiful wings, she can go back to her place near God.

Drops start falling from the sky on the cheeks of the mage.

Carlo Lopez

How we see God

How we see God is very important; close your eyes for a moment and look at God: is He smiling? Is He angry with you? Is He nowhere? Is He accusing you of your sins?
What you feel is your understanding of the Creation, of your life.
For centuries, God is only a projection of people's mind and we can see the disaster this causes in history books or in normal life: here
I found this yesterday, it's very interesting. These poor men are "saving" God from women and they are so proud of this, forgetting that all in Catholic ages, women where persecuted and we can see from these images that the story goes on. They don't ask themselves why the women are not with them. But the ego is proud, they defeat the women and there was no violence because of them.
I think in this case we can be proud of these women that didn't fall in the provocation of the ego of these men: see how I'm better than you? I use only prayers of God against you satanic woman.

Now a nice poem by Sheila about God; the poem is very simple, children are simple, God is simple: when you see him smiling at you, it's God.

Carlo Lopez

Meaningless Riot

"And there I was," he said,
"It was me against the world.
It was a huge and nasty riot.
Everyone asked me questions and
insisted I answered every single one of them."
"Wow," said the little girl, "What did you do?"
"Oh, that's simple," he said, "I told them
to look for the answer within themselves.
No matter what chaos they created, my answer stayed."
"Did they?" She held her teddy bear closer.
"No, they all ignored me as they have
for centuries now. They expect me to give
them the answer to everything. It's absurd, really."
The girl looked at him, "I don't expect you to answer,
I will listen and look within."
She said this as if offering comfort.
He smiled, "I know you would. But you are a child,
your questions are different.
You don't ask why your life is not joyful,
why you don't have the job you wanted,
why you could not get married,
why you could not have children,
why you aren't beautiful,
why life isn't simple,
why you are in jail,
why you are not in school.
These are really not questions I should be asked.
These are questions people must ask themselves.
But they refuse to believe they hold the fault
for everything and anything
that they think is not right in their own lives."
The little girl sighed and looked out to the sky,
"Why do we have clouds?"
God laughed,
"Now that is a question I would answer!"

by kind permission of Sheila "zaphi" Sanchez