Others before myself

Tiny me
Harvest field
Barren land
Farmer’s hunger
He hopes
Hopes are high
He plants me
Thinking I will yield
I want to yield
Unknown factors
No rain
Scorching sun
My relatives
Died within the ground
Didn’t had the strength
To force their way up
Be a sprouted bud
After months
In the early morning
The farmer smiled
Saw me from a distance
Seeing my proud smile
My smile lead to his
I can say Smiles are contagious
He took care of me
So that when I grow
I’ll take care of him
That’s life
We have to start
Giving first
So that we can take later
Reap and sow
My relatives died
Because they never
Thought about the farmer
They saw their problems
Of rising through the soil
As the biggest
But I have discovered
Or indeed realized
If we help others solve
Their problems
Then someone else will come
To my help too
When we think about others
We think about ourselves too
When we pray for others
We pray for ourselves too
When we live for others
We live for ourselves too
When we make others smile
We smile too


P.S.: Mondays 😦 Today’s pick is We can’t stop of Boyce Avenue

Thoughts are things..

Thoughts are things
Words aren’t free
What I think and say
Cost me
is energy
Yes, including
You and me
What you think
And what you say
Are seeds planted for another day
If you plant hate,
If it’s fear you sow,
I tell you that is
what will grow
But if you plant love
In fertile earth
You’ll harvest love
And know your worth
What are you planting?
What do you grow?
Or tell me,
do you even know?
Unconcious seeds
Still germinate
The time is now
Do not wait
Be mindful of
The seeds you sow
You’re fertile ground
Thoughts grow and grow
Be concious, Gardener
Weed out the old
You’ll unearth an
Everblooming soul
Plant with meaning
Plant what’s good
And you’ll reap the things
You dreamed you would
Thoughts are things
What do you think?
Perhaps this is
The missing link
Imbued with God
You’re a creative force
What you imagine
Will run its course
So imagine the best
Plant lovely seeds
Reality grows from
Words and deeds
What have you planted?
What is it you grow?
The sun will shine
The wind will blow
Will your roots weather
Come rain or shine?
Plant conciously
And you will be fine.

P.S. : I read this somewhere else and thought it wise to share because it is a thing 🙂