As time progresses

Our life not to be random

It is pilgrimage


As you progress in years you may realize that accomplishments of our life disappear into the past. not fully disappear, but kind of fade. The world lives in the present. Stars and heroes of the past are almost forgotten. They maybe important to you, but become less and less important to the people of the present day.

And yet we feel there must be something that leads to a conclusion, some thing valuable to our life. We want to find some epiphany, some great culmination of our efforts, sufferings and victories to our lives. Something that leaves us satisfied when the clock, our clock, stops.

This is what a pilgrim seeks: some enlightenment. some divine or joyous insight, an answer to the question that leaves us satisfied. The big question that is life itself. We are here, how do we answer that challenge? We are born into this life, what will we do about it?

I wish you well on your pilgrimage.




Credits:              Haiku – Colin Cedar Bell

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A Short Story or just an Idea


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The Rag Doll Salvation

This is no Haiku. It’s hardly a story at all. But maybe it is something to think about that could lead you into something new, some action. And if something you read leads you to some action, which might change your life somehow, I would think it a good thing.

Here is the link if you are interested. Simply click on the picture.


Broken Glass


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Pieces of my life

Scattered shards of broken glass

How can it be fixed?

When I was young I expected my life to grow like a tree. Branches growing out of another, always into new and more sophisticated diversity, with leaves all over, finally flowers, beautifully adorning the whole picture. Some beautiful manifestation of life. Picture perfect.

But that never happened. Looking back on my life it’s more like a broken stained-glass window. Colorful, yes, but disjointed. Things that began and then abruptly ended, sharp edges, things out of place, parts that could have been beautiful, if they hadn’t been broken. Blood smears from wounds the sharp edges caused. Does it show any picture at all?

Sure, we want that perfect, beautiful life. We try to built it, but too often life itself interferes, bruises us, cuts and breaks us, and leaves us wondering, what is all this for.

Nevertheless, my hope is that one day these shards will become a picture again, maybe not as beautiful as we hoped, but maybe more meaningful: A stained-glass window, letting light shine through, telling my story.


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House of Cards


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I built for myself

A beautiful house of cards

A wind blew, it fell

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Have you ever tried to build a house of cards? Some people have amazing skill and are able the make the most awesome constructions.

Problem is, though, just a little wind (or a dog) can just move one card and it all comes down.

Metaphorically speaking, haven’t we all tried to build a wonderful life for ourselves, everything in the right place, everything just as we like it, and then a little wind called time blew and moved or took away just one little detail of our lives and it all came crashing down?

The safety and security we seek we will never find in a life that is perfect, we can only find it in ourselves. Our faith, our integrity, in being sure of who we are and what we live for.


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To be thankful for the things

We took for granted

Well, once we thought we deserved it, now we know we don’t. Once we thought we earned it, now we see it as a gift. Once we thought it was ours, now we realize it is given to us only for a time.

Whatever it is, it is only temporary, transient, because our life is temporary, is transient,

So enjoy while you have it, life itself or anything that comes with it. Be thankful for what was, be thankful for what is, be thankful for what will be. With time we lose it all — and we gain it all.




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Darkness closing in

Believe in the light to come

And become the light

This was triggered following the story of some young teenagers getting trapped in a cave, but of course this is a metaphor. We cannot literally become light and live.

However, people have always thought  of our consciousness, our faith, and love being a light in an often dark world. Being in darkness, for a time, makes you aware of many things, mostly of what is inside of you. Would take me a life time to write about that.

Only to say this: Don’t fear the darkness. And don’t fear what’s inside of you. Bring it to the light. Maybe this is enlightenment.



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Child’s Play


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A child is playing

Talking to itself- by play

Creating its world

A child doesn’t make a difference between work and play. All activities are investigation, observation, and experimentation; and the child’s interest in all this is to get the elusive quality of fun from it.

Adult life gets compartmentalized. This I do for money. That I do for fun. And another thing I do to impress. My peers. my parents, or a person that I feel special about. It becomes complicated and at times people wish they could be a child once again.

You can’t go back in time, but you can wake up the inner child, the one that was so interested in the world and what was going on around you. Just investigate, observe, and experiment without an agenda of: This I do because …

Become simple again for a while. Become as a child…


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The wind is blowing

It is blowing day and night

Are you sleeping ?

The wind is always blowing, sometimes as a light movement of air, hardly discernible, sometimes as a storm that cannot be ignored. It has no substance, only to be seen by what it does.

In scripture and other places it has been used as a parable or metaphor for spirit, an unseen force or forces  behind or inside the world we can see, hear, or touch. Though some argue there is no spirit.

You could also say there is no such thing as a wind, but still we feel it and its effect, and sometimes we can even hear it.

Fact is though, most of the time we are so into what we consider “our world”. the world we see, hear, and touch, we don’t pay any attention to the wind.

Until the storm comes.


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A plant growing up

All life is growing upwards

It is marvelous

This. like most Haiku or creative writing. is of course metaphor or parable. Besides some worms and similar creatures. who seek the dark, most life, especially plants, grow by reaching for the light, for the sky. They’ll never reach it, but it makes them stretch it makes them grow, as long as there gets nothing in the way.

Sometimes there are obstacles to overcome, sometimes there are things that we need to get out of the way. But reach we must if we want to grow. Plants also grow downwards, but that part is mostly invisible, just as the growth in depth in our character is not easily visible. But it shows when storms and rains come. When the storms of life try to uproot us.

Let’s keep growing, let us not settle for stunted growth and half light. Reach for the light.















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When we have Birthdays

We should remember the gift

Not circumstances

With gifts I don’t mean birthday presents. The gift here is the gift of life. It’s a great thing to be alive and we should never lose our gratitude for it. And part of showing our gratitude is that we try to make the best of our lives and also use our lives to be of help to others.

Some people are not happy. They are not happy about the circumstances into which they were born, and in fact some people were born and grow up in really difficult situations. But how much does it help to complain about it? And honestly, who was born into a perfect life? What looks to us an easy life, might not be so easy and desirable at closer inspection.

So let’s be thankful for what we have and count our blessings, the good things in our lives.



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