Archive for the Category ◊ Wisdom Seeds 2006 ◊

• Thursday, November 16th, 2006


(Wisdom is Planted)

Why the darkness? People who cannot see through the darkness are unable to see the light. Truth doesn’t make any promises and it doesn’t speak. Time speaks for the truth and it informs us what has occurred in the past, what’s happening in the present, and what will happen in the future. As always, it’s telling us why, and for whom, we, the people, are fighting and killing each other, not ever having met, or known one another.

Five years ago, at midnight of the old 2001 and the beginning of 2002, I sat in the same chair where I am presently sitting, in the year 2006. I can still remember now how I stared, at a blank piece of paper in front of me, searching for a title to my essay. A chill ran through my body and I felt my bones hurting as I looked at America and the world’s future. I sat there pondering for some time, before my wife woke up and asked me if it were not too late to be writing. It was a painful question, just as painful as the answer. Isn’t it too late? There never was, or is, a “right” time for killing and for wars. NOW, the world is speaking, and I just hope that we can feel how little knowledge we have about time and the healthy power, and why it is necessary for the fruit to ripen.
It was at midnight of the new year 2002 when I discovered my title, “Don’t Lose Your Keys,” the title which can be found on page nineteen of my first book, REFLECTIONS: PERSONALIZING LIFE, NATURE, MAN and GOD. My title and America, the land that I love, are both deeply embedded in my heart. It was five years ago when I looked at America and the world’s picture, from one end to the other, the same picture I am now staring at, in the middle of the night of 2006. To me, the picture was, and is, very clear, but the future of the world is very dark.

No matter how I looked at it, and how I examine it, we, the world, are playing with honey on our hands, the honey which could only be washed off with the help of the healthy power, and the only power that we, the people, have. That is our soft tongue.

I feel extremely sorry for all of the innocent people, the heroes, most of whom aren’t holding a gun in their hands, who are daily dying and leaving their families behind, in their cold homes, to suffer and cry. I see this battle as a drop of ink, which for certain, fell into the deep sea, but the sky is still cloudy.

I continuously study and observe the world’s mind, and in the past, as well as at the present time, I see it is telling us that some very weak minds existed and still exist, and that bad things will happen over and over again, and they will bloom and blossom. The worst of it all is that we are poor farmers, and we don’t know how to pull out the weeds, without destroying the world’s harvest. World, this earth was big, and now, it is small. It’s NOT TOO EARLY for YOU and for ME to think as we have never thought before, and to stick together as we have never done before. How sad! Technology is unable to come to our aid. It brought us together too quickly, and our hate and unhealthy power, too close. Our world used to be big. What NOW?

We are fighting two sides. One side is more powerful than the other. The wounded nature is barely breathing, and it is thirsty, hungry and standing on one side, one line. The end of the line will be unfamiliar to us, to approach and to fight. On the other side, we, the people, are all standing on a single line, beginning to fight among ourselves. For too long we just played, but we haven’t learned how to fight, to help one another. This is quite a lot to think about for the bright and wise minds of the world. It doesn’t matter! All of the hard thinking and good deeds of the bright and wise minds may not win, but they will not lose. We are fighting two sides. One side is NATURE and the other side is the frightening life, an uneducated dishonesty. Who ARE our friends, who are destroying nature and who are telling our children to kill each other? It’s sad, and I ask you, “WHY?” These children never saw each other, and they don’t know one another.

In twenty four hours, our “soft” tongue, the only healthy power we possess, can do what a long century would not be able to achieve. Honesty, respect and love for ALL, God’s creation, CAN accomplish ALL. I know that ALL is a silly word, but please take my word – ALL!

Some of you may be curious to know who I am. Believe me, I am a human being, and my teacher was, and is, the same as yours – life’s teacher.  World, together we must learn to read quickly between the blank spaces of some of our people’s words. Might it be better, not to listen, or to read, at all? World, is there anything worse that could happen to a human being, than what has happened to us, not to be able to help our own children for today, and for tomorrow. Good God, what could they then, ask us, for the day after tomorrow? Why not, in twenty four hours? A bad thing can happen, so why not a good thing? God has not left this beautiful, rich soil. Without HIM, we would be a nothing, but we are not nothing. World, we must stay together and we MUST NOT wait. We need to make a sharp turn with our life’s philosophy as quickly as we can. If we do not, time will come when this world will be badly wounded, but not totally destroyed. Nature’s interference will stop us. The lucky ones will die. Others will follow on their knees, behind a few wild horses, who will search for, and taste the drinking water for them, first.


• Sunday, October 22nd, 2006

There is only one Mother Nature and it is ONLY her breast which was created for the sole purpose of nourishing nature. It was, and it is, large enough to feed an unestimated number of people, but not our words. Anything else that can fall above and beyond Mother Nature’s power and Mother’s power, will be, and always is, a surprise and truth, which will not satisfy, or fulfill, Nature’s requirements.

When Berlin wall was torn down, I would say, it was a beautiful dream. Someone else said, “This is nothing yet.” The wall was taken down, yet, a high wall exists between us, people, and there’s a deep gap between us and nature. Nature has been telling us for too long, “If I cannot give you, I will take from you.”

It was on Sept. 28th of 2006 when I found myself, once again, working in my garden, that I heard news on the radio how spinach had to be removed from the store’s shelves and that fifty people were hospitalized and one died. This was a deep, unpleasant news and truth. One more new step was built. My fear was, and is, that we will step over this significant revelation and, before too long, forget about it. We should not, and must not forget. Spinach was removed from the shelves only by its given name –spinach- but its surname is unknown. I continued to work around in my garden where various vegetables, including spinach, live and grow. I took a closer look at my spinach leaves and, as always, I found that there is more than one life living in my garden. I asked myself, “Should I be ashamed to tell the truth, or should I be deeply embarrassed and ashamed NOT to tell the truth?” I continued to pull out the weeds in my garden and I spotted some snails, caterpillars and ladybugs. A few days ago it rained and I could see and feel that the worms, too, were having a real feast. As I continued to move from one plant to another, and as I examined their leaves, I was deeply concerned and burdened by the thought, “What’s happening to you, beautiful nature, and to your roots, lungs and face?” On the other hand, as I looked at MY garden, I was one hundred percent sure that I could continue to feed my family with MY spinach and all of MY other vegetables which I have been cultivating over the years with nature’s power_horse, chicken and sheep manure. I have never used any makeup for my vegetables’ dark green faces. I guess, I will forever be indebted to my good farmer, my Father, who struggled a major part of his life to grow all organic vegetables to feed our family.

I know, God knows, and many people know, that nature speaks to us and we must be its advocates. Ladybugs, caterpillars and all other insects, who live in my garden, are begging me, “Please write and inform the world how happy we are to live in your safe and free garden where we are protected from the world’s terrorists who destroy some of our many friends, nature’s balance, and who cannot stop destroying, not only our species, but human health and freedom, as well.”

It is a bad dream I say, but I also agree that, “This is nothing yet!” We are here solely to help nature and nourish it, only with our love and respect, and, in return, nature must, and will, nourish us. This is a very simple and beautiful coexistence. If it isn’t beautiful, then please tell me, what else could it be? I believe that some of us people do not take the time to stop and think about the simple, yet very significant reason, why the worms and the earth’s soil is so vital to our life. I find this fact to be extremely sad, especially for the young minds of today and tomorrow. It is the worms who are able to taste the sweetness of the earth’s soil, and to tell the truth how sweet the soil is, and IF the soil is sweet, you can be sure that you will find them there, but they cannot tell us how sour our soil is, because they are not there. They DIE before they are able to tell us how sour it is. THEY SIMPLY DIE. God let me be wrong! If I am wrong, I am wrong! Where there are no worms, there is a dead road, and it is the same where there is no love. There aren’t too many worms left, and I find it unfortunate that we haven’t, up to this point, learned very much from their existence. Worms look from two directions and they, therefore, can learn from two different ends. It seems to me that some of us failed to learn from either direction, or either end, and I believe this in itself, is one of the worst things that could’ve happened to us, as living human beings. Our soil needs these worms to be able to prove to nature and to tell nature, “YOU ARE FREE TO LIVE HERE but, NOT FREE FROM FREEDOM.”

If I were to compile the statistics of those of us who live unbound by nature’s laws, I am certain that they would be high. This is something of a great concern and worry for me, and it should be for you, as well. If NATURE cannot give us, NATURE will definitely TAKE from each one of US. It was very early in my life when I came to a realization that there is basically no difference between nature and a good friend, and the potent earth’s soil and a woman. Both, a woman and soil, require time, at its proper time, healthy food, truth, love and respect. It may not be much, but without it, women, children who were born and those who are still unborn, and the soil, will be the first ones to suffer, and they do suffer. The freedom and health of our entire nature will continue to suffer. Nature’s power will have the same consequence on us and our freedom, that a dark shadow has on the sun’s powerful rays. Man will lose the power over his own family, and freedom will remain hidden underneath the dark shadows.

Although the chances of it occurring are rare, it could happen that when the parents of a young bird cannot properly coordinate their young one’s feeding schedule, in their nest, the same question will always arise, “What is going to happen to the baby birds and to the mother’s life?” May God help us! Well, we are still here and I believe too many of us are tasting what many worms are unable to taste. So far, we have basically identified illnesses by their names such as autism, bird flu, cancer, alzheimers etc., and I do strongly believe that man has a good lead for a successful cure. However, I also hope and pray that this world will stop and rethink what it is that will help build our economy stronger and healthier. Our LIFE’S EDUCATION cannot only help us, but we can help promote and sustain nature’s good health. It will THEN, be possible to find, to have, and to help our own health and to find all possible cures, but not before. We must not only touch upon the surface of the “given name,” but we need to dig to the bottom of the roots. Truth always was, and still is, lying there for us to find.

I have memories of the days when I was a young boy growing up. I always searched and looked for clues of life inbetween the two ends. There was nothing that could have hurt me, or made me cry except for some human beings whose minds were weak and others, whose minds were vicious. In both circumstances, an unfortunate, and in my mind, an unnecessary chain of events began to change many lives, including my own. However, I still searched for my first and last name of all things in life, and I always found myself looking inbetween the two ends. That’s when I found my full title of life. I found it existing between the earth’s soil and the sky. My own self-realization, at an early age, has enabled me to grow up a content man, who never walks far from nature and God’s name. World, we must STOP what we are doing to nature, so that we can help nature, who in turn will help us. The existing space between us and nature, God’s creation, is too wide and too deep. Do we enjoy walking free from freedom? God, help us, and help us, so that we can help our minds!

• Wednesday, August 16th, 2006

World, this is how we live. Nature, God’s creation is looking at our backs. Have you ever heard someone say, “What can I say?” This is this. This is how we live. What can we say? Two generations, worldwide, never did have and never did taste.
What can they say? It’s unforgivable what our heroes, our innocent young children, are faced with. WHAT CAN THEY SAY? I am addressing the following question to the world, non-believers of nature excluded, to the teachers, healers, life’s philosophers, writers, and to all people who can see and taste the power of God’s nature; leaders of the world I am leaving you, the best, for last, “WHAT CAN YOU TELL US, WHAT CAN ALL of US SAY?”

• Monday, July 10th, 2006

Truth Will Not die

If nature is unable to give, then, it will definitely take away from us. I am unequipped to be a witness, or to say what happened to this earth, and on this earth before I was born, but I am positively sure that someone did worry and was in charge, just as they are today, of nature’s future, the education of our daily lives, the earth’s soil, women and children. This someone tends to, and worries about, nature’s tree, and the tips of its roots, in order that it may bloom and blossom. This someone also worries about power and the existing space between night and day, which is no larger than the space that can fit a strand of woman’s hair. Although the space is microscopic, it has enough room for human mind to gently touch and study/learn, over and over again. Whenever I observe nature’s powers and needs, I always conclude deep down in my own heart, as well as in the heart and mind of the rest of nature, that the words WISE and SMART combined have not yet successfully led or pleased NATURE. SMART has a tremendous appetite but, so far, it has not fulfilled nature’s requirements and the one truth, God’s truth. SMART, in a relatively short time, has lost four of its most important feathers from each of its wings. It lost its tips, and, therefore, new feathers cannot, and will not, grow back. Regardless, it still keeps on flying very high. I often wonder if SMART has the ability to predict when, and where, it will land, possessing the knowledge that the highest power truth possesses is nature’s law, a law which is presently, and very quickly turning into nature power, and it could very well be a negative, untouchable power for the human minds to approach. Please listen, SMART, earth, its soil, and one old truth are all waiting for your help. Please, come down and give them your help because the earth’s soil and most of nature, just like the wilting grass, is starving, yet, at the same time many well known and unknown diseases are well fed, daily. Too many of us fed them by our minds and bodies directly, or indirectly.
How sad all of this is! God blessed us by giving us the gift of power and a good mind, so why are we unable to fight our enemies, DISEASES, when they were only given the power, and not, the gift of the mind that we solely possess. What has happened to our minds, and why, is the question which burdens me daily. What we consider to be a healthy food for us, and most of mother nature, is not a healthy food for many known and unknown diseases, and it can, and it will, starve them to death. I believe prevention is the first healthy, early step in life, and cure is the last step. We must derive our help from good old mother nature’s power. We are in need of fresh, unpolluted air, pure, clean raindrops and food that grows from nature’s organic fertilizers. I believe that the only road we must walk on is the road of simple nature. Nature can help us, only if we can get off the road we are presently following, and I am sure that noone who has ever been born, or who will be born, would say that there is a better or safer alternative for us to take. God has granted us the power and the mind possessing the quickest speed that could ever be created for today, tomorrow and all the days that follow. Noone, however, ever promised us, that tomorrow, or the day after tomorrow, may not be too late. Dark night has the power, daylight possesses speed. There is, was, and always will be, space for a strand of woman’s hair, but not for the man-made creations and for the MANY truths. God, your creation is smart, powerful and beautiful. Every mother is a hero, and every child is born a hero, and each one of us can die a genius. Isn’t it, and wouldn’t the truth of life be beautiful and healthy? Tiny pieces are underestimated, but they are sweet, powerful and posses a potential to grow big. My only fear is, “How big can they grow?” I personally believe that our lives would be more enriched, happier and healthier, if we took a break and helped one another carry our cross.
I was born on March 19, 1939. If you look at it closely, you’ll notice that the day, month and the year are all odd numbers. I was born during W. W. II also odd days. I can truly say, and be a witness to the following belief of mine, and that is that life’s healthy puzzle could not possibly fit into the one truth – God’s truth and mother nature’s truth. There is that certain SOMEONE who chose to conflict with nature, directly and/or indirectly. As my life is lived, I see that it is lived on all odd days, and I believe that it will continue on odd days until my dying day. I find it very sad, unhealthy and unwise to see that some human beings’ weaknesses of minds has helped and caused our world to turn for the worse, a state that somewhat reminds me of the days of W. W. II. The conflict with, and the rejection of mother nature, and the one truth- God’s truth – continues to blindly march on. Those same weak minds are diminishing human’s power of good health and freedom on our earth. They, and their studies, cannot, and will not, succeed in this world, where NATURE should assist and rule. It may be inappropriate to say, “We all fight,” buy my belief is that if we are unable to help those who are fighting,” then all of us will fight, we will not cease to fight, until we are stopped, and we will be stopped. One good hope remains and that is that we cannot, and will not, steal from mother nature its pureness and virginity, just as we are unable to destroy God’s truth, the ONLY truth.
As history is made, unwise, unfortunate experiences of life will eventually turn into life’s healthy experiences and learnings. I am able to see for now, number three, as a big and powerful number. I see this number and all newly_ created words as odd. They will not add up and please the ONE truth. In order that we may be able to ask questions and help ourselves, WORLD, we cannot afford to stay far away from the ONE and ONLY TRUTH.
In the 21st century, I strongly believe, the power of nature will travel at a great speed, and it will nourish that ONE truth. Our earth always was, is, and will be, rich, and beautiful. Virgin mother nature will not cease to bloom, but it may take some time to blossom. The fact remains that truth, love and beauty was always here and there, and it is still present, because God has not left this earth.
I appreciated the few first steps of life from the very moment I was born. Mother, earth’s soil, women, children and mother nature always had a great, respectful significance in my life. I find it all so very sad, that I was born on odd days, I live through odd days, and I will die on odd days. I know that for me it is already too late, but I can envision my life’s one major wish for all mothers,  children, the earth’s soil and mother nature, that it will come true. It may take some time for blossoming to occur, but blooming will never cease.

March 19, 2006

• Friday, June 09th, 2006

Truth Has Not Died

I have a wish to plant my written words in a similar way that one plants dormant seeds, and I would like to dedicate my words to the almighty power of God, life’s lawmakers of the world, and the final word of HAGUE. We all pretty much know how a snake’s poison works; it is nothing new. Yet, it seems to me that we have no clue how the snake’s mind functions, and that is the precise reason why the venomous snake cannot be destroyed. Tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow, new poisonous snakes will be born.

Does anyone remember W. W. II? One snake bite had a profound effect on the whole wide world. The big, deep wound that was created, has not yet healed itself, and a few new snakes were born since then, and they bit again and again. Isn’t it sad, intelligent, powerful world? And, what is the reason, why you always like to wake up too late, too late to help your own children, and the good people of this world? Why are you always just too late? How sad and unripe this is! And then, you search for war criminals when it is already way too late.

When I was a young boy, I lived in Croatia during the very sad days of W. W. II and there were numerous times, I remember, when I asked my mother, “Why do some people fight and kill others?” Her belief was that there was something wrong with their minds. My Mother and I continuously prayed for peace, and we asked God’s help that we may survive and live through another day.

It is now May 13, 2006 and many years have gone by, but not too many great ones. Killing and fighting has not yet ceased. God, as well as many of us, know that my Mother was right. If this world is so big, smart and powerful, I wonder, why then, has the ONE with the devil’s mind not been stopped, and is not stopped, at the right time? The truth is that the devil has never received any help, or support, from God. Our soft tongue can fight a war for us and build what the war has not, and will not build. World, we need the deaf, and the blind, and those who believe that they cannot play games with the powers of nature, which is the power of God. We need them to help us walk on this road.

When I was a young boy, I often watched horses as they rested peacefully in the barn. When one horse started kicking, then all the other horses started to kick and run. My father used to ask me, “Which horse started to kick first? Which one is the trouble maker?” I ask you, people of this world, “Do you know why all of the horses started to run and kick back?” It is the law of nature and God. They attempted to protect themselves. Was anyone ever born, who would not try to protect himself, his children, his family, his friends, his country, his land, his home in his own home? I believe a human being is no different than the familiar honey bee or a tiny ant. They will both fight back and bite, before they will leave their territory, their born and unborn children, their families and their homes. Life’s lawmakers, make sure, that you make today’s laws for tomorrow, the laws which in the past have not helped me and many other innumerable innocent people around this world.

I was born in Croatia, former Yugoslavia, and I did not walk away from my home, I ran. I ran away and that is where I left the tips of my roots and a large part of my heart. It is difficult to understand the reason WHY, for the one who makes the laws, and for the one who has never tasted the PURE food from someone else’s plate. I happened to be one of those lucky ones who ran away, and the one who has found one more Mother, a mother who helped me heal and who still helps me heal my wounded heart. That Mother is the beautiful America, the true Mother of this world. America, and the world, remember, “What is yours is not mine.” America, and the world, please, help the children of this world; help them to live and to remain living in their homes where they were born. Nature, as well as life of every human being, is begging you, to help the ONE TRUTH- God’s TRUTH. America and the world, don’t break God’s LAW and take away God’s gift which honey bees and ants possess and use daily, because they won’t be able to survive without it and neither will you, world! Yes, the Croatia’s soil helped me nourish my baby teeth and my mind. Six republics lived together, prayed together, cried together, and laughed together. Cross marriages created healthy children and healthy families, and they grew in the same way fruit trees grow. My beautiful, fond memories still remain there, the memories, which from time to time, are tearing my heart apart. A new heartless snake, with a devil’s mind, was born. Healthy, powerful words, NEVER AGAIN, created by humans, are suffering again, and again. Croatian people, and their friends across the border, woke up NAKED one early morning. They were awakened from their beautiful, peaceful dream, unequipped and without an army uniform, without guns, bombs, planes and buses. Some of these people ran away from their homes, their lives, their hearts, their families and from everything they ever possessed. Only God understood, and he still knows their pain. Those who were unable to flee, spilled blood and died in their own homes. Others, who are still living, will continue suffering throughout their lifetime for their loved ones. Today, TRUTH, like an unforgettable flower, is still growing in their hearts. For many of them it is much more difficult to live, than it would be to die. Croatian people, as well as their neighbors, fought with one face, one heart, and one mind, and they fought in their homes where they were born. God, please tell US, “Was anyone ever born who would have behaved any differently?”

It is very often that when I place my pencil on paper to write, I always ask God, to please remain with me and stand by my side. Presently, I am also asking God for one more favor, and that is to give the Croatian General Ante Gotovina what he rightfully deserves, and to stand by his side. I am also requesting of God, that he may consider the same for all others, who are in the same situation as Ante Gotovina, and to have input and consideration for the final judgment which will be made by Hague. My best wishes remain with Ante and I deeply hope that ONE TRUTH, God’s TRUTH, will either punish him, or set him free, whichever one he deserves. Such a very sad world, why are you always waking up too late, and what are you doing to the tiny ants? Who will be next on line? This world has enough heroes who were sent to war to die, and too many of them did die. WHY? They were so quickly forgotten. People of the world, please open your eyes and minds, because our future days and our naïve, beautiful children need heroes who can walk, talk, and who can lead them and teach them about what freedom, respect and love are, and what this world would be without them. It would be a world as it is. Good, innocent people, and all children of the world, we are all standing on one road, a road that has two ends, and we are facing two words. I don’t know the extent of this road, but I do know that we are facing the two words, TOO EARLY and TOO LATE. World, and some of your life’s philosophy, please, tell us, “In which direction are you telling us to go?” God, let me be wrong, but by the way we are thinking and standing on this road, I forsee the two ends as one. World, life’s law makers, please, make today’s laws for tomorrow. HAGUE, the dead cannot talk. God! May he rest his soul in peace. He left his truth here for all of us. NEVER AGAIN!

• Tuesday, May 02nd, 2006

A child is unable to tell,
What the old is able to forget.
It is sweet!
Thousands of years ago,
Like yesterday,
And like today,
It is still a sweet taste.
Why has God created soil with rocks,
And meat with bones?
It’s a taste which can be tasted,
For tomorrow, today.
What’s the same between rich and poor?
What is between two rocks,
And between the two bones?
Between the two rocks,
The soil is rich and sweet.
Between the two bones,
Meat is so tasty and sweet,
And it is a taste,
Which can make the rich beg,
Like the poor,
Beg like the poor,
With the same hope and an identical yearning.
It is a taste,
Which helps to turn the world around,
And the flowers to blossom and bloom.
You my love, TO MAKE SURE,
Pray for my soul.
If I could find,
I’d be able to leave,
One answer here,
The answer that the world,
Has not yet found.
My dear love,
It is the one,
I was unable to tell you.
A child is unable to tell,
What the old is able to forget!
And, pray for yourself, as well.

• Tuesday, April 18th, 2006

NEVER AGAIN are two words
That are sad and too big
For night to have swallowed.
The sun has not stopped its crying yet
And the daylight still has its shame.
God’s creations are still affected and wounded
High mountains are echoing,
“Manpower turned out to be nature power.”
A dark cloud was created
Between the sky and the soil.
In the 21st century of the year 2006
Nature is afraid of who will be next.
Human being has created
Some healthy, powerful words.
God, help us to utilize these words.
Human being reached its highest peak that can be reached
When he created the spoon and the fork.
God, let us use them!
God, help us, and remain with us!
Infection that remains, and that which will spread
As well as nature’s wounds
Will take thousands of years to heal.
 Two sad lonely words
Are missing one word, the word, DON’T.
Wide world, “DON’T”
And don’t search for less.
World, don’t you see you are getting
And you will get more?
God, forgive us!
Help us and our children!
Don’t ever let IT happen again to any one of us.
I know the sun will rise again
With a smile on its face
But, I don’t know the day.
God, thank you for staying with us, as always!

• Thursday, March 16th, 2006

It’s February 27, 2006 and I find myself observing nature, the four seasons of the year and our life. I feel that it is not difficult to discover the truth, because what happened to Mother Nature and its four seasons, also happened to our lives. Why should we spend time asking the question, WHY, when the world seems to be fast asleep, and why should we bother to search for ways to have more sound and healthier lives, when there is an apparent evidence of a good life in front of our very eyes? I ask myself, “Is there anything more important in this world than our life and the daily education which provides for a healthy life? I also wonder and ask myself, “WHO helped, and who enabled us to take such giant steps which led us away from God’s Creation, and most importantly, WHY?” We left our health and our freedom far behind. The world is full of promises on which, I believe, we cannot rely. These promises are similar to the promise that an empty sack will be able to stand erect. I find it difficult to speak about something that we do not possess.
Spring, the title of my essay, is taking me on a long journey. I do not find it simple or easy to talk about the truth, health, freedom, peace and love which we simply do not have. We do not have the clean air to breathe, the pure water to drink, or the pure healthy foods to eat. The question is, “Is there any other worse step than the one that we have taken?” There is, I believe, however, still room to take a step. I find myself feeling sad for the good doctors who daily sacrifice their own lives, in order that they may help others, and I also feel sad for those people who created good medicines. I feel sorry for all of these people whose rugs are daily pulled from underneath their feet. I wonder if there is anyone out there who might want to, or would like to, accept the responsibility, or the gratitude for this. This is a sad truth, but we, the good, naive people of this world should know that this earth belongs to us, too.

Questions about life are ripe, yet, I know that someone out there might say that we live longer. Yes, and the truth is, that we suffer longer. Please don’t misunderstand me. I do not dislike technology which controls our everyday lives and the life of Mother Nature, but I feel bad for some people of the 21st century, who might think highly of their powers, yet, they are unable to brag and say that they have cooked a healthy, pure meal. We are still here and we need help. We can all use, and we all need a friend, and friends. Every one of us possesses the power to help himself and others. I do believe that God loves us all and I do not believe that the words SMART and PERFECT actually possess the power with which we credit them. The year 2006 and the 21st century is the perfect time for these two words to meet the truth in our homes, on the streets and in our schools. Our life doesn’t require much. We simply need to learn how to live healthier lives and how to use the God’s given gifts, given to us by Mother Nature and God, directly and indirectly. I know that in the past we knew how to say the words, “God’s creation,” but, sadly, at present time, we most often hear, “Man made, processed creations.” We have taken several longer steps which helped us  to distance ourselves from Nature’s healthy, good powers, and at the same time, in a very short time, we have used unwisely, just for ourselves, Nature’s beauty and health. We walked away from NATURE without even saying “Good Bye,” forgetting that we left our truth behind us. It is this truth which we miss daily and for which we should be searching. It doesn’t matter what happens, but before we get THERE, and we will get THERE, the forest will suffer, and although it is difficult to predict the count of how many, many of the trees will dry up and no one will be able to help them. The earth’s soil is still very rich. Enough tears fell down, enough to feed all of us on this earth. We need a good friend and good friends who can help the rich and the poor, the healthy and the sick, teachers, healers, leaders, politicians and religions, to please all truths and one God. For some of us it might be possible to understand, and for others it is, and it might be, a high disappointment, to lose “man’s power” over the power of Nature, which in reality, IS the power. I wish that the world would stop saying, “Who said it?” and “What did they say?”, for just a minute or two, and examine that thought. Nature cannot, and will not comprehend what we are saying. It may be difficult to believe, but it it the truth. Standing side by side with the word “Help” is the unhealthy power, always attempting to offer and extend its help. God is like a good classroom teacher who loves all of his children. We possess God’s given power to help ourselves first, and then, help others, but we need a good friend and good friends, the ones we haven’t found, but the ones we CAN have. These friends could help all of us. I ask myself, “Almighty why are we searching for the truth?”
Before I go on to introduce my best friends and your friends, to you, I wonder if there is anyone out there who can tell me if he/she knows any other friend who is better than my friend or yours. I absolutely love my friends. Their names are: Spring, Summer, Fall and the cold Winter. They are better known as the Four Seasons of the year. They are the four old friends, in its entirety they are the one good, honest friend who has innumerable other friends. These friends have identical thoughts and hearts. These are the friends we are unable to find, yet, they are the ones we CAN have. As a human being, I am very proud and grateful to be able to say how sweet God’s gift is. It is a gift a human mind possesses, a gift of speed and precision that has not yet been superceded. I am asking the word, “SMART,” “Can we learn to use our minds?” Brothers, sisters, friends, and all good people of the world, I believe we have the ability to help one another very quickly, by employing our minds and by using healthy words. We can teach each other how to use God’s gift of Nature. We have left that gift of Nature behind us, and it was left wounded. We are still here, however, and there’s still room to take a step. When Spring approaches this year, we should try to plant a new historical, healthy step.

It is now Feb. 27, 2006. Spring will soon be knocking on our door. I wonder if we will be able to greet him and say, “Good morning, Spring! Good morning Mother Nature!” Our earth’s rich soil is waiting, just like a healthy beautiful woman who awaits for love and to reciprocate her love. Our soil awaits for our love and to give us love. She waits for pure nourishment and for pure love. I believe this is possible since God has not created anything else which would supercede our quick minds. We have not yet said, “Good bye” to Nature, but, can we get back to it before it is too late for us to plant? That’s where the truth can be found. We should not postpone it any longer. We should start planting our honest good friends _ flowers, grass, herbs, vegetables, trees and all kinds of fruit trees. We need to plant the truth, our health, and our freedom and peace. As we plant, we will see that the more plants we plant, the more good honest friends we will inherit. They will be the type of friends we were unable to find, and the ones who live without any promises, but only with the one truth and that is, God’s truth. They will be the friends who will help and heal all of us, whether we are rich or poor, whether we are healthy or sick. They will in exchange for our love treat us the same. We must have friends in order that we may love, but we shouldn’t forget that we need love in order that we may have friends. By feeding animals and birds and by planting anything that grows, we will start this simple, yet, very essential process. Nature possesses the power to help and heal all our ailments and daily pains. We have busy lives which promote too many poor habits. Why don’t we try to plant some friends who have the ability to help us heal our depression, laziness, unhealthy appetites and insomnia. I believe Nature can and, will help us fight any existing disease, if only we give it a chance.

Although the word HELP is composed of only four letters, it is a mighty powerful sounding word which has the power to save our world. I wish that in some way I were better able to explain to you the sweetness and the secret that TRUTH possesses, but I cannot. I am only able to explain it to myself, but I do know that we need to help nature by feeding the animals and the birds and by planting. I believe that by doing this we are not only helping ourselves, but others as well. We need to stay as close as we possibly can to Nature and God’s name. I believe that in a relatively short period of time you will begin to feel the way I do. I am still, until this very day, able to tell you who my teachers were and who helped me lead a beautiful healthy life, ever since I was a young boy, and you, too, will begin a new life. I know that I have found a good friend in anything that breathes, crawls, walks, swims or flies. These friends became my teachers, my healers as well as my leaders. The sun and the earth’s soil have daily helped me to open my eyes and feed my mind. Nature’s leaves and their colors reflected to me as they softly whispered, “Tell your love that one thousand lies cannot please the one truth. The use of pure drops of water cannot wash away the health and the beauty of her face. Health and beauty will rush through her blood vessels like rivers and they will please your eyes, her long shiny hair, and the beautiful skin of her face.” I know that everything that I was able to see and find, I touched with the tip of my tongue and my fingertips. If I was unable, then, I touched it with my mind and it was the human mind I touched. Some of the minds I was able to touch were sweet, some were very sweet and others were very sour. The sweet taste was, is, and always will be the best taste of them all. I discovered, however, that the rest of Nature possesses only the sweetest taste possible. It is the kind of sweetness I would like to graft in every human mind and heart, young and old alike, if only I could.

Ever since I could remember, starting with my early childhood years, I always found a moment of time when it was necessary for me to distance myself from another human being, if only for a short while. I believe that this is one of the healthiest steps we can take. I spend every spare minute of my time staying close to Nature – the animals, birds, grass, flowers, vegetables, plants, trees and all kinds of fruit trees. I always seem to find myself either planting, transplanting, or grafting some part of Nature. Each day I work long hours in my shop, and when I am driving back home at night, most often I feel exhausted, but I always have a hope in my heart that when I get there, I will find a meal, prepared by my good wife, from all of the organically grown foods of our small garden. I also feel good knowing that my plants and fruit trees surrounding my home are all there waiting for me. As soon as I step out of my car, I look at all of my garden friends and my fatigue slowly begins to wither away. Can you possibly imagine, can you see and feel, how truth and love have an effect on our mind, body and heart? I believe this is the sole power of NATURE. Whenever I work in my garden and turn over the soil, I feel that I see the treasures lying underneath this rich, dark, taken-for-granted ground of ours. When I plant the dormant seeds, I also feel that I am planting my new hope which will carry me for another hour, another day, day after day. Then, I spend time waiting to see when life will sprout and grow. I believe that if you feel lonely, or if you are losing hope, planting some dormant seeds, whose life is similar to yours, may be very helpful. Your life can possibly change, just like the life of one of the dormant seeds. Once it has been planted, it sprouts and grows. We often call these seeds, dry seeds, but I believe that is not a proper name for them. They are not dry. Many of us also feel, at times, like dry seeds, but we are not dry. We could use some help, just like the dormant seeds. It is my strong belief that if you are able to plant, you, too, will see and find truth and love, the kind you have never seen or found before. Please remember, however, that a tiny hope is actually a big hope.

Whenever I plant, whether it is indoors or outdoors, or whether I am planting seeds or plants, I know that I am planting my love, my health and, therefore, my best and honest friends. I feel and believe that I am enabling a good life to live and grow. As I work planting my spring, summer, fall and winter foods, time is so sweet and it just seems to fly by. I walk from one plant to another and whenever I do this, it makes me feel the same way I felt when I was seventeen and when I stood next to my first love. Nature, all of its animals, plants and trees have always enabled me to have a good day’s work and a night of peaceful and restful sleep. It is a special feeling when you lye in your bed at night, knowing your heart is filled with a certain hope that will carry you through the night and help you welcome a new day and new challenges in life. I have developed a habit, where each morning before I leave for work, I spend a few minutes walking around, looking at my plants and fruit trees. It gives me such a vibrant and healthy feeling and afterwards I always feel like I had the best breakfast ever. It leaves me with a warmth of heart and mind. Nature has been my love from the very early years of my life, the kind of love which continues to preserve my happiness and my health. I cannot ever remember a time when I felt down, or when I had a bad headache or the flu. Man made medicines, thanks to God, have never played a major part in my life. I accredit this to Nature and God.

Most people do not like to admit their age, but I am grateful and proud to say that I have reached a stage of my life when I can actually say that I am growing old. In my mind and heart, however, I still feel the same way I did when I was twenty. During my earlier years when I lived in Europe, my parents raised me on organic foods which came from our gardens and fields. I have lived in America, the most beautiful land a human mind and eyes can envision, for over forty years now, and I have had the good fortune to be able to grow some fruit trees and vegetables in my modest, little garden. It is my belief, that my labor of love and the lack of artificial additives in my fruits and vegetables, has so far, helped to preserve my family’s health and mine. We, people, have created millions of words which can be used at the right time and at the right place. God, also, has created healthy foods which can be used in a similar way as our words. I eat anything my heart desires that I see or find without any fears. Our processed foods, however, I believe contain more than one truth. It is the truth which I hesitate to trust and one for which I have developed a strong dislike, as well as fear. We must try to help ourselves, as well as others, and I believe this can be done if we attempt to plant more and consume more organically grown foods. This is the sweet tasting secret which is the truth that is readily available and willing to always help each and everyone of us.

Whenever I write, I have the habit of sitting at my kitchen table which directly overlooks my little garden. Just the other day I sat down to do this writing and I took a look at my garden. I could see the daffodils were already beginning to sprout a few inches off the ground. The birds- sparrows, cardinals, blue jays and doves were sitting on top of some of my fruit trees, whose life stemmed from the tiny pits I planted with my own two hands some time ago. These birds, the daffodils and the people all over the world, are waiting for help and for better, sunnier days.

I can already feel the oncoming of Spring. It is stirring my mind and beginning to nourish my soul. The birds sitting in my trees are waiting for me, and if they are not waiting for me, then I am waiting for them. I feed them. They in turn feed me, my mind and my heart. I share with them all my fruits- the grapes, peaches, nectarines, figs, apricots and plums. I can see them flying around my house all year long and they find the comfort of sitting on my fruit trees. My wife often asks me, “Why are these birds always flying around our house, and why do they sit on our trees and not the trees of our two neighbors?” This is a sweet question that could be asked by an innocent child and it is a question which could reveal all truths. I simply smile and reply, “My dear, these birds have discovered America, in America.”

America, you have accomplished what a good mother could accomplish. However, in life, it is sometimes possible to tip over a perfect balance just by placing one extra strand of hair on one side of a scale; on the other hand, it is also possible that a tiny point made by a pencil can make a great difference in our lives and can take us very far. America, please help all Nature, because it is a treasure which belongs to you, me and the whole wide world. We still have a step left to take and it must be taken. America, to my knowledge, you have been loved and admired by the most wise people of the world, and I do believe that if you make that essential step, the truth will follow you. Four letters of the word HELP can save this world, but if it is left as is, I fear that it can and will, destroy all of us. America, it is your step to take, so please help us all and plant the truth, health, freedom and peace for everyone on this earth.

• Sunday, February 26th, 2006

When I was a young child one beautiful morning the warmth of the sunrise woke me up. I looked the warm sun straight in the eye and I began to walk east with one wish and hope, a hope and a wish to live. It was the same wish and hope with which I was born. Heading to the east as fast as I could I looked back to see what I had left behind. I saw my own long shadow walking behind me. I was then, a young happy child thirsty for beauty that love has and searching for the sweetness which life can offer. I was heading east as quickly as I could. The sun rose and so did I. I grew up to be a young man. I looked back over my shoulder and as I took the steps I could see my shadow was growing shorter and shorter. The sun rose in the sky and reached its highest peak. It was twelve o’clock the middle of the day, and the clock raised its hands up and overlapped them, one over the other. The shadow behind my back and from underneath my feet disappeared. I reached the highest peak a human being could possibly reach. Just like a day reaches noon, a strong mature man reaches his highest peak of life. I’m heading east. For a second, I pause to look. The sun, however, did not take a pause. It continued to walk over my head and shoulders. My new shadow began to grow from under my feet. The sun began to walk away behind my back, and my shadow started to grow and walk in front of my eyes. I looked back sadly and I saw how the warm sun simply just walked away. I could not walk back. Three quarters of my life’s time had passed away, as have the three quarters of a day. Sadly, I began to follow and walk behind my own shadow, and I was even more sad to see what I was leaving behind. The sun was walking away behind my back, behind my life, falling behind the tall mountains, the mountains which I like to climb over and over again always, just one more, one more time. The old man was heading east with only one hope. Tired and dragging his feet slowly he was walking and following his own shadow looking back one more time. Only life’s memories were left behind. The sun has set. The old man is still heading east. His own shadow in front of him simply and quickly disappears in front of his eyes. Walking behind his own shadow, heading east, he ends up in the west. IS IT POSSIBLE FOR A HUMAN BEIGN TO GET LOST? IF SO TELL ME WHERE AND HOW?

• Thursday, February 02nd, 2006

The four letters of the word LIFE, are covering our earth like a transparent blanket. As I continuously observe life, I am wondering, “IF Nature, God’s creation, is unable to help me write about the healthy human life, then who is able to, and how?” A healthy human life is not, and should not be, any different than the four, beautiful seasons of the year; the seasons which are like brothers, sisters, and friends who help one another daily, monthly and year after year. A healthy life doesn’t require any more or less than to give and to take. First, you must give, then, you can take. You and I must accept love in order to give love. Life is love, love is life. Without Nature’s help, our lips would dry up, like love without the tears. Life is beautiful. How beautiful it would be, if each one of us would be able to say, “This is mine. This is my love, my family, my child, my friend and at the happiest moment, to be able to say, “My God,” and, “Beautiful Nature, my best friend.” It is life’s law that you cannot ask for, what you did not give. It is not yours and, therefore, you cannot have it. Taking, and not giving, can turn our own life and the life of others, into a cold jail cell, – life’s jail cell. Life is love and it’s the only spring which can nourish our healthy, beautiful life. It can turn it around in the same way in which the four seasons of the year are turning. Although nature’s balance of the four seasons has been and is still badly wounded, the seasons continue to fulfill their proper functions. However, human life might not continue, and that could be a major unhealthy, difference between us, people, and the four seasons of the year. Too many of us continuously live with some kind of a dream and a hope, searching and asking for what Nature simply cannot give us, and what it doesn’t have, because we didn’t give Her or help her. Mother Nature cannot give us a big piece of love, because we failed to give that love to her. God, I can hear the rest of the wounded Nature as it is whispering and saying, “What are these people looking for?” LIFE, four letters within the one word, is covering this earth. Innumerable studies and written words, which we daily find and use, exist. From all of these words I find that there are only six which our healthy life requires on a daily basis. These are the words, TRUTH, HEALTH, SHARING and LEARNING. These four words are just like the one healthy body which must also have legs and arms. These legs and arms can be found in the words, THINK and WORK. These six essential words have the power to grind up so many life’s studies and some written and spoken words that are used daily, will also be ground into dust by these six words which can then feed the waves of the deep blue sea. I’m sorry, that I forgot to make mention of the fish. Should I first say the big fish and, then, the small fish? It doesn’t really matter. This dust is bad for all of them. There is no space on this soil for this useless dust. Healthy life is love, and it doesn’t matter how long it lasts. It is as beautiful as the time one spends being in true love. Our life is made up of tiny, small pieces. These are pieces of various size, form, shape, color and sweetness. It is a life which offers us daily, more for less. Isn’t it beautiful that for less we can have more? Healthy life is also trying to tell us that possessing too much is less and worse, than if we had nothing. Yes, our life is composed of tiny pieces, like true love. They are pieces of different size, shape, color and sweetness. They are the pieces which must be tasted before any one of us could express not to others, but to ourselves, to our own bodies and minds, how sour and sweet our own life is. I cannot tell you how sweet it is, but I am only able to tell you that it is beautiful and sweet.
When I was a young boy, I remember that there were some years of my life when I walked barefoot and when I was cold and hungry. I called myself poor. I was too young to know that there were two categories of poor. One category is poor and the other is very poor. There were many times when I found myself searching for a small, dry breadcrumb. I possessed a huge hope of finding one, but very often I found none. However, I did not lose my big hope. When I did find and tasted the dry breadcrumb, I cannot tell you, how sweet it was. It was always as sweet as my first love. I also cannot forget my first pair of socks. They made me cry. My left toe made a hole right through my sock. Yes, I cried and asked God, “Why?,” but crying did not help me. I believe God heard me, but I was not able to wait. I began thinking how I could help myself. Daily, I began to switch my left sock onto my right foot, and my right sock onto my left foot. My socks lasted much longer and they lived two lives in one. One pair of socks taught me what two pairs could not. Having too much could be, and is, much worse, than having nothing at all. I remember the very first time I held a small piece of cake in my hands. I tasted it first with my eyes, then with my tongue and, finally, I put it in my mouth. I did not chew it; I did not swallow it. I tried to hold its sweet taste for as long as I could. I did not chew it; I did not swallow it. The small piece of cake simply melted in my mouth. I cannot express to you, how sweet it was. It was an extremely sweet taste which has not yet disappeared from my mouth. At that time I called myself poor, but I was unaware that this was my life’s informal schooling. I passed the life’s test to be able to feel and say to myself, “This is mine, and I have enough.” My life taught me how beautiful and healthy life could really be. It could be extremely beautiful. Before I stepped over my formal school’s doorstep, I learned how to divide, share, laugh and cry with others, and pray for others, as well. Parents, please teach your children at home. Don’t allow them to walk away from Nature and God’s name. Don’t let them walk away from their sweet fortune. Yes, I searched for crumbs, and I brushed my teeth with my soft tongue. I fed the poor with my words, my hands and my heart. I fed the ants, the animals and the birds. The following three words and the ONE TRUTH, cannot be described – SWEETNESS, PAIN and LOVE. I would like to graft these words into every young child’s mind and heart. Oh, how healthy and beautiful it is, to be able to accept love, to be able to love, sleep with love, and live with love, and not to be able to just say, “How rich I am.” Break down the big pieces, maybe the ones you are unable to hold in your hand, mind, mouth and in your heart. Healthy life is simple; it is easy to live and describe. More or less than that, life’s puzzles, no matter how you place them, or turn them, will not, and cannot fit together. I’m sorry that I am unable to tell you much more than this. My life and its simple observations and studies, the sweet tiny pieces, my daily life, could not tell me or teach me any more than what God’s creation required. I did not chew, I did not swallow. When I was a young boy, my sweet taste turned into one wish and hope. It was, that one day I too, would be able to grow as a fruit tree did. That this fruit tree should not be too tall, and that it should be like an umbrella fruit tree, which would cover the earth. It should be a tree that every woman, child and man could find easy to reach and taste the fruits of my tree, taste my written words. My dream came true a few years ago, when I opened my gift and took out only a few words which I am presently sharing with you beautiful people around this world. I am a new, unknown writer, a child, who in many ways feels has not yet grown up. Someone has left me a few large steps behind, standing there, inseparable from God’s creation. Most of the time people are telling me, “Your writing is a new writing.” I feel it is sad and I ask, “Why do you call it, The NEW writing? For fifty four years, I have tried to match dry boards of different colors and grains and put them together with dove tail and glue. The one wish and hope I had in mind was that they should mold and stay together a duration of lifetime. I repaired antiques and I glued together separate, broken pieces, again and again. Today I am writing with the same hopes and wishes, that with the help of love and peace, the four beautiful colors and the one born from them, will also stay together, forever. I do not think that my writing is a new form of writing. I am just attempting to put together pieces of life which were broken and continue breaking down, daily. I am trying to put them together in many different ways, with the invisible dove tails, and without the glue. I use health, love and freedom as glue. God, how beautiful it would be, if during my final hours, I could witness the spring bloom and blossom and this world live harmoniously in peace. I thank all of you beautiful, good people around this world. You have chosen to taste my fruits, my written words. I find it difficult to find the proper words to express to you how pleased I am and how sweet tasting this beautiful gift of yours, is!