Of what use, of what benefit, If long hours I spend to sit In perfect silence and special pose, Meditating on the tip of my nose, Or if...

How much longer, please tell, Must I in this body dwell? I hope You won’t say it’s wrong If I request that it not be long. Maybe the time...

Is this what it’s really all about: A script You wrote to act it out, Donning these uncountable forms, Which each its own role performs...

Is this all just a tale You’ve penned, That has no beginning and no end, In which all events in the cosmos vast, At present, in future...

By utter falsehoods held captive, What a tragic way that is to live! By gross untruths, dogmas depraved, Vast millions miserably...

I sit by myself in my chair, Setting aside my every care, On my beads I take Your name, Over and over again the same. Oh what joy! Oh...

Struggling souls we all are In a world that seems bizarre, From where we came, where we’ll go, This can we claim we really know? And then...

Is it just this that You sent me for, An entire lifetime here to endure? Please tell me that it isn’t so, Surely the answer must be...

What are we on Earth to do? It’s to do what we came here to. Each is here for a role unique, This our calling that we must seek. And, how...

May I accomplish this one feat: Over and over again to repeat (In words soft or whispers mere, So that only You and I can hear) Words of...

When this body’s cage I’ll leave, From its confines earning reprieve, When this lifetime comes to a stop And this body I'll have to drop,...

May ample chances come my way For me to do good things today, Chances to bring out in me the best And to be of service to the rest, In...

If it’s true I really don’t know, But maybe it could well be so, That every thought, in every head, Every word that comes to be said,...

What could I ask for more If this You Yourself assure That You will always be There and for with me?   Did I hear Your words echo,...

I don’t know why and how You seem to willingly allow Crafty folks to compete With each other to cheat Vast millions in Your name, Down...

I peered into the mirror and what did I see? A tired ancient face looking back at me, The hairs on its head maybe mostly white, I was...

They said You delighted in seeing us sad, And in us being mournful You were glad. To laugh, they cautioned, or even to grin, In Your book...

To be sane here maybe the only way Is to see all things as just Your play, So that all happenings that occur, Things as ‘good’ or ‘bad’...

Truth, perhaps one can say, is ‘simple’. And so, generally (or, perhaps even always), even the profoundest truths can be expressed in at...

By Niggy For learning valuable lessons for living, Nature can be a great coach. The other day, I was staring up at an empty beehive that...