Be the Cause

Brushstrokes

I wish you could see the world from my eyes
Then you could see how truly remarkable everything is

I wish you could experience the magic of the moon
floating at the horizon

I wish you could hear things the way I do
How every sound is actually music

I wish you could experience growth through your own suffering
and elevate yourself to a space of peace

Move beyond the circumstances of your life
and exist as one with the universe

I know you are sad and depressed
I wish you could see that that is not your true nature

The masterpiece unfolds in front of us
on the tapestry of time and space
The universe is the ultimate artist

Each moment is breathtaking,
every place is ingenious,
you are the universe’s brushstroke

The existence of divine intervention can be realized through the beauty of a single leaf

I wish you could see the world through my eyes
Then you would see that there is nothing wrong

stop being so discontent with this world
so discontent with yourself
just be happy that you exist
all of life is a gift
all of life is art
all of life is poetry

You are a masterpiece. You are beautiful.

I wish you could feel the sunshine on your face
and know that the universe has created a star for you to bask under

Be grateful.

I wish you could feel the wind against your face
and experience the joy of being alive

I wish you could feel the love
and know how perfect the entire universe is

I wish you could see the world from my eyes
but I still find beauty in knowing that you won’t

— Chughzy

A Poem to Remember

Have you ever watched kids
On a merry-go-round?
Or listened to the rain
Slapping on the ground?
Ever followed a butterfly’s erratic flight?
Or gazed at the sun into the fading night?
You better slow down.
Don’t dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won’t last.

Do you run through each day
On the fly?
When you ask “How are you?”
Do you hear the reply?
When the day is done
Do you lie in your bed
With the next hundred chores
Running through your head?
You’d better slow down
Don’t dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won’t last.

Ever told your child,
We’ll do it tomorrow?
And in your haste,
Not see his sorrow?
Ever lost touch,
Let a good friendship die
Cause you never had time
To call and say “Hi”?
You’d better slow down.
Don’t dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won’t last.

When you run so fast to get somewhere,
You miss half the fun of getting there.
When you worry and hurry through your day,
It is like an unopened gift….
Thrown away.
Life is not a race.
Do take it slower
Hear the music
Before the song is over.

— sent by Dr. Yeou Cheng Ma

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