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.

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?

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!

Where was God? This question is the same as if one were to ask, “Where was my love?” If you have one, it always remains close to your heart. When bad things happen, I often hear the words, “Where was God?” I think God always stays at home. Sometimes, Mother Nature is not so kind to us and we are unable to control it. We don’t know why unfortunate events happen. We live with the same question and the same answer, “Why.” I ask myself, “Why are we unable to learn that which we cannot know?” However, we should know that the road we walk on daily has one safe side, and that one truth exists, and that is that God just loves his Mother Nature. My life’s observations and every healthy step of nature is clearly telling me, “God doesn’t love me more than you, or, more than his Mother Nature.” Why not? It is very often that I hear my parents’ echo which is saying, “Child, don’t touch. You will hurt yourself.” God loves us all, and he is telling us daily, “Children, don’t touch. Don’t hurt yourselves.” My parents were good parents, good teachers. When I did naughty things they punished me. Why? Humans, we not only touched God’s creations, but we have in the past, and continue to destroy them each and every day. We can ask for God’s forgiveness, but I believe Mother Nature cannot, and will not forgive us. Yes, God loves his Mother Nature. As in true love, healthy life also requires a steady balance. Nothing, for nothing, is nothing. I don’t believe that we are getting something for nothing. Why are bad things happening to good, honest people? My heart bleeds for them. Truth has a secret and deep roots. It once happened to me. An old man, a shoemaker, stared at my shoes, as he was saying, “Who will pay for them?” I did not have an answer. I walked home feeling sad, and I asked my father, “Did you pay the shoemaker for my shoes?” His answer was “No.” I was afraid and I told him, “God will punish you.” Little by little, my father paid the man for fixing my old shoes. I was just so afraid that if my father did not pay, someone in our family, somewhere, at some time down the road, will have to pay. The rest of Mother Nature, the animals, the birds, the plants and the trees are saying, “We are the good, honest nature. We know and God knows, that we live with His absolute truth.” They are asking us, the people, the same question, “Why are bad things happening to US, NATURE?” Good, honest, smart people, where were we when bad things were happening to Mother Nature, and where are we now? This is, and will be, a sad history for the upcoming century, but, perhaps it will be very helpful to learn from.

I believe we are asking too much of God and where He was. God was sitting at home. In the past, as well as at the present time, God is watching us and how our hearty appetites are devouring our own minds.

Our life and the life of Mother Nature is like one big spider web, and it is anchored to the earth’s soil. No matter where, or how it is touched, the whole web will shake. The only difference is that the spider knows how to repair his web very rapidly, and we don’t know how to repair our own lives. We have a great deal to learn about ourselves and nature, in order that we may live and enjoy a more healthy and peaceful life.

I would like to ask all the people of this world the following question, “Who, and whose system pleased all of us, in the past and at the present time?” It’s a silly question, “all people”. Why not, “all people”? If you believe in God, than you better believe that he doesn’t love me anymore than he loves you and his Mother Nature. The three words, HATE, FIGHT, and KILL should be buried very deep, just like the bad weeds. You must forgive me, if I am wrong.

The word HELP was planted as a single seed and it grew into what we now call God’s beautiful creation. How simple, healthy and beautiful sounding are the words, “I’ll help you, you help me”. Between us, love can grown and climb like ivy. We know how to say, “A beautiful, life”. Yes, a beautiful, peaceful life can stop and prevent HATE and the unknown disease from crawling over our doorsteps. Tomorrow and the days that will follow could be too late for us, and too soon to say No. It is a simple God’s law that one should think, work, rest and share with others. There’s only one law from where health, love and freedom can grow. There is only one system which can help save us, may I say, save us all. “God, I do not see any other better road!” World, do you believe that we have any other better or wiser choice? Our earth has always been and it still is beautiful and rich. The earth’s soil, its creeks and its deep seas, its sun and moon, its stars, are all a part of one body, connected to our bodies’ blood vessels, minds and hearts. Our luck, our freedom and our health cannot be found any deeper than the point where the large tree’s roots grow, and not any higher than the heights reached by the tallest trees. We made a giant step which superseded our luck, health and freedom. We failed to examine our minds and we were not able to foretell what effect a ferocious appetite could have on our minds and our healthy lives. Yes, someone, some geniuses were born and then died without leaving a last will of testament for us. They left enough for the world to share and for the new, upcoming century to learn from and study. I often wonder, during their long days and dark nights, when they had the time to ponder and think, in what capacity was God and his Mother Nature, on their minds. My answer would be that TRUTH can fit into one word. As for the rest of the truths, to land on this earth, this earth is too small to contain them.

Some geniuses died and they left their children behind, some of whose appetites are quite large. These are the children who will point and touch and as a cooko bird, they, too, will lay their eggs in someone else’s nest and then fly away. Who can punish us more than we are already punishing ourselves? Where were we in the past and what were we doing? We are still here and what we are presently doing is much worse than if we were doing absolutely nothing. This earth is still rich and beautiful.

World, don’t lift and move one foot
Just turn around and bend down
Your luck is still breathing,
And it is not too deep or too high.
Stay close to nature and God
You’ll be able to teach your children,
How health and freedom can grow.
Most importantly,
You’ll be able to point and tell them,
The one truth,
And that is, how health and freedom can die.
It is December 26, 20005
This earth is still
Green, beautiful and rich.

Oh God

In this world, words cannot be found, words which can describe,
How warm and beautiful SHE is.
Truth cannot reveal the secret
The world cannot find the words
She is just warm, beautiful and sweet
Who is SHE?
Is SHE like the sunrays?
Is SHE like the daylight?
Yes, SHE is
Is SHE like the raindrops?
Yes, SHE is just like the raindrops,
Drop by drop.
Is SHE what I can touch and hold?
Maybe, if you know how to touch and to hold
Why maybe?
Because, it’s just like that
Oh God
SHE is very warm, beautiful and sweet
How warm?
How warm? It is the secret,
For you to discover
How sweet?
How sweet? Words cannot describe it
How beautiful?
Very beautiful
SHE is the heart of the truth
What is SHE made of?
SHE is made of truth,
Secrets, sweetness and love.
She is very warm and has a big heart
Sweetness can always be tasted,
As a fruit that’s picked off the tree,
At the right time.
She must be powerful
Yes, SHE is as potent as the earth’s soil,
And the truth.
Who is SHE?
And who is the earth’s soil?
Standing in a vertical position,
More than half of the world,
Is not yet able to identify them.
Oh God, SHE is like a beautiful rose
Why did God create,
A beautiful rose with sharp thorns?
The truth is, that it’s not for every hand
To touch and to hold
Who is SHE?
SHE is the one,
Who is still turning the world around
And keeping the earth,
Beautiful and green.
If the sweetness and the beauty,
SHE possesses,
As well as the morning’s sunrays,
Cannot wake me up, I ask you God,
Please take me away,
As quickly as you can.
A BEAUTIFUL WOMAN,
God will not punish me,
If I ask,
“Is heaven as beautiful and as green
As is this earth?”

My dream began to form in the year 1944. In my dream I dreamed a frightening life’s dream that the earth was losing balance and it was trembling. I called my mom, “Run, help me. Follow the title and turn the world around.” The echo that traveled throughout the small mountains raised its voice and said, “Why not?” The tall mountains began to tremble. I fell down on my knees. The sky turned into an unhappy human face, opened its mouth and raised its voice. Lightning and thunder struck and shook, the earth. The sky turned into what looked like the rivers and human blood vessels. The earth began to weep. I began to scream, “Mom, turn around and look back. The earth is trembling and losing its balance. Follow the title and run.” Daylight suddenly transformed itself into nighttime. What a frightening dream; a night without the dew, a tired earth with dry lips, and high mountains with long wrinkled faces wobbling and shaking. In my dream, I saw Nature as an unhappy human face. It was an expressionless face unable to express the words before tears began to roll down its eyes. Truth was unable to rest and sleep. That’s when the dark night turned into a beautiful day and a beautiful morning. Warm sunrays nourished the earth’s soil, as a mother’s warm look nourishes her child’s mind, eyes and heart. In my life’s dream I dreamed of walking through the end of the long tunnel where the sun rose. I screamed once again, “Mom, follow the title and run.” The high mountains with their long wrinkled faces did not stop wobbling and shaking. In my dream, I stepped on a beautiful, blessed land, the land I call America. It was a beautiful morning as I stood there observing the sunrise with my mind, eyes and heart. As I remained standing on the American land, I will tell you what I saw. I observed the sun that looked like the letter “O” standing in the middle of two M’s. No matter which way I looked at it, how I turned it, or how I spelled it, from the American land it always spelled “Mom”.

I am sorry about my title. On this earth, MOM can run in any direction. High mountains with long wrinkled faces did not stop wobbling and shaking. An echo traveling through the small mountains, as a river whispered,” On this earth Mom can, and will run in any direction.” How sweet! My dream came to an end when my wife woke me up by saying, “Here is your coffee. Take the day off.”

I dedicate this essay to every person who loves and belives in America.

America
November 2, 2004 was Election Day in America. The sun rose just in time on that day, as did the American people. The two political parties moved forward with great balance, just like a seesaw. On November 3rd, both parties landed on their strong feet with certain balance, just as God’s creation requires.America always was, and still is, a blessed land. It is a land where immigrants from around the world land, and like the birds, safely build their nests. This world is surrounded by a mirror. America, look and you will sure see your own beauty and worth.

November 2, 2004 was a day that must be recorded in history, for it is a day of hope for a better world and a healthier nature. Our world needs help, and within it, there is absolutely no room for hate. It is sad, for in my mind and in my eyes, I feel and see that the world has turned around only once just like a wheel since the days of World War II. The turn made was not a very smooth one.
America has always been, and still is, the greatest mother our world can
have. Current times are begging America for help together with the rest of the world. With truth at its side, the world can help itself.

Presently, the world needs to slow its pace and think and evaluate much more than it has ever thought before. This must be done, however, without wasting too much time. Current times and the world’s nature depend on us. Health and peace is what human life and the rest of nature require. Health and peace are the biggest, most valuable fortunes humans can ever find on this earth. Past history has reflected, and present days are still craving nature’s unfulfilled needs. The worst has happened. Nature has been, and is repeatedly wounded. Steps were taken which superceded God’s creations and taken his law, in vain. Nature has not been helped or improved.

Earth and its soil of innumerable, sweet, minute components of various shapes and colors has been bound with love and respect. It is God’s law of love and respect which holds together the soil, the earth and all of nature’s life. Without it, nature will suffer in the similar way a flower suffers without water and sunlight. Eventually, both will wither away slowly.

Love and respect are two beautiful, healthy gifts given to us by God. They should be shared by the entire world and its nature. I don’t believe that there is anyone who doesn’t like to be loved or respected. It would be difficult to ask, and even more impossible to know, or think, that such a dismal world could ever exist. I do believe that no philosopher can ever be found who would not agree that love and respect are two beautiful essential gifts, and that they should be utilized daily.

Our earth’s soil has similar needs as our bodies and minds. We both need one truth, pure-organic food, clean water and air. We must be aware that whatever our minds can adapt to, our bodies and our health are unable to do. This world needs healers, teachers and leaders who can help all of nature, starting from the simplest, and smallest, to the most complex living things. We need healers, teachers and leaders who can help today’s innocent children who suffer. They can make possible their mother’s needs for a better world. This goes for the rich and the poor, and people of all colors, races and creeds, who can help children who will be born to those mothers.

In a relatively young 21st century, a new base must be built and a key which will fit in each decade’s door lock must be found. The key must be made with respect and love. A key made of anything else will rust, and the world consequently will get stuck behind two doors. Someone who has accepted in heart and mind an artificial flower that lacks any scent, will say that I went too far. My reply to that person is, “No, I did not go too far. I am attempting to return home.” It is also possible that my readers might say that my writing has too often shown words of nature and God’s name. If people do not help nature’s balance to heal, we won’t be able to defend ourselves or fight against the tiniest living things. Our health, bodies and minds will not be able to fight back.

Yesterday, I had cause for a good laugh. It occurred when someone told me that my book mentions America so many times, and he wanted to know why it did so. My response to him was, “And what are you doing here in America?” At that exact moment, the unmentionable days of World War II and specifically the days of 1943, when I was nearly 5 years old, came to my mind. I remembered one unforgettable, cold morning when my father walked in through our doorstep and announced that he was on call to fight the Nazis. My mother began crying as she lifted me up and put me on her shoulder. Then, she proceeded to follow my father. I remember asking her, “Where are we going?” Her reply was, “Don’t worry, America will help us.”

It is now 61 years later and I would like to tell the whole world that my
poor mother’s words were correct. America did help us! American has not changed. The whole world should know that there is no room left on this planet for hate. America and the world together, only with peace, will be able to achieve peace for our innocent children’s future lives. World, we better be good to one another! When we ask for less, I assure you, we can receive much more. World, don’t you see, we lost all our friends. Indirectly, entire nature is fighting back against us, humans. This is a very sad moment for me and for my writing, but I do know this world is filled with good people and God is good. Therefore, I live with a new hope. Nature will accept human help and heal itself quickly. God’s law is based on love in turn for love, and it will work without any questions asked. It has been working for ants and the honeybees, so why can’t it work for us, human beings? My hope is as high as that of ants and honeybees. I have faith in America. America remains and must remain strong. What can this world do and what would it be like without you, America?

Dream Without a Title
Life Without Truth

Drop by drop. How many tear drops can fall into one drop? This earth was created for all nature one huge, deep nest. Itwas made with love, drop by drop.

Not too many decades ago I had a dream. In my dream, someone frightened me, and I turned around quickly. As I did this, my umbilical chord woke up the mother. She looked up at the title and began to cry. For the next nine months, I laughed, and lived with hope. Then, I was born. Thank you.
Suddenly, I found myself landing with my two feet on an unfamiliar, unpaved road. It was then when I took my first deep breath. I started to walk around the same circular road, a road shaped like a deep gutter with two attached ends. As I continued walking on this road, I heard a voice calling out to me, “Child, can you follow me? Walk with me around this circle only once from one end to the other, and meet what a “waste” cannot meet.”

A “funny” dream – “an umbilical chord with two ends, a life with two attached, inseparable ends.” I continued to walk on an unpaved road, but never alone. “Child, follow me”, was an echo I constantly heard in the back of my mind. Then, one day, as two drops of water touched one another, one drop disappeared. The voice vanished.

My curious eyes and mind followed the daylight. A powerful, healthy, silent voice of nature nourished my heart. The tips of my fingers touched and the tip of my tongue tasted what human mind and hands created, could not. As my dream continued, I followed the road in one round curve. My mind soon discovered what my two eyes were unable to see behind the curve. “The umbilical chord with two attached ends, human life as the four seasons of the year which repeat their cycle, a road with desire, beauty and a secret hidden behind its curve.” I found a beautiful garden here; a beautiful green earth with healthy lungs, fresh clean air, and a clear high sky. Grass, weeds, herbs, vegetables, and fruit trees surrounded me. To my left, and to my right, I could see flowers of all sorts, colors and shapes holding together balance and value of life on earth. Wild and tame animals grazed in the green grass. Birds were flying and building their nests without fear. Beautiful earth, healthy nature was all around me. Fish were swimming in the clear waters of rivers, creeks and the deep seas. Human footprints were planted just right, I thought. It’s a beautiful, healthy dream! I saw farmers working on their farms with shovels, spreading pure manure, pure “food” on to their fields. In my dream, I heard the voice of a wise, elderly physician calling out “Health must pass through the kitchen door.” I witnessed children sitting in nature’s lap. Nature was helping their bodies and minds the way human words and minds could not. Women, mothers, were walking with facial expressions resembling an early blossoming spring.

In my dream, I also faced a late fall which fell into the arms of a cold winter. Once again, I heard a voice, an echo, from a high mountain. It was saying, “Child, can you follow me?” Walk only once from one end to the other and meet what a “waste” cannot.”

I walked an unpaved road through all four seasons, and in my lifetime I was unable to find any kind of a waste in God’s creation except some human minds. On the other hand, human body I found not to be a waste.

I’m walking closer to the end of my road. There I can see a clear image of a woman. She is holding an egg in one hand, and a glass of milk in the other. I could hear her as she clearly says, “Child, this is a raw egg and raw milk. Drink it.”

Memories suddenly squeezed my heart. The earth began to tremble and I lost my balance and fell. However, don’t ask me where I fell, or into whose hands I fell. I woke up from my dream and I heard myself saying, “Let’s make a picture from one end.” Why?

A pure, humble life is a healthy, beautiful life. That is my philosophy. The word beautiful belongs to pure, healthy nature. As someone once said, “Health is beauty, beauty is health.” In order for this quote to have been said, someone had to study the laws of Mother Nature.

As I sit down to write, my thoughts are taking me on a long journey. It’s a walk through a big, rich, beautiful garden underneath our sky. As I am walking, I look at the life of nature. I observe the plants, the trees and the fruit trees. I see some fruit bearing trees and others which are fruitless. They are all beautiful trees. The fruit trees I call beautiful women, mothers. They need healthy strong support in order to bare healthy fruit, year after year. As I continue to walk through this garden, I envision a woman, a mother, standing behind every flower and every fruit tree that I encounter. The woman has tears in her eyes and there is a child standing behind her waiting. They wait, but they haven’t been helped yet. Is anyone there?

Earth’s soil, fruit trees, women, children and truth are all waiting and crying for help, but no one is here and no one is there. Who can help this earth to stay green except them? These latter words cannot melt away. Health is beauty, beauty is health. God’s name has most certainly come into consideration when laws of nature were examined. It is they – the soil, the fruit trees, women, children and truth who are waiting. Nature’s law has dedicated the word beautiful to them.
I see our 21st century weak, sad and lacking healthy investments. The unripened green fruit is tasteless; yet, it is being ripped from the arms of mother trees. Innocent young children are torn from their nests, their cradles, their dreams, and their mothers’ arms before their time. They are as green as the green fruit, and like birds without feathers. However, somewhere, during their lifetime their health will be captured, and they will suffer the consequences. How sad! Taken away! But why? First they are pulled and then they are pushed. Why?

We are building walls between plants, animals, fish and the birds. These walls are between nature and us. They are walls which we will not be able to tear down. These walls are not high enough to stop the unknown diseases from climbing over from the other side. Too many women and mothers are also pushed and pulled in their homes, at work and in the streets. They are asked to be what they are not, and what they were not meant to be.

Earth’s soil is not responsible for the changes that took place in this world. Innocent children did not change this world. Women and mothers did not change this world, and, yet, the world did change. It’s not their fault. Family values have been lost. It’s not their fault. Pure truth did not change this earth. The earth’s soil, fruit trees, women, children and truth are still waiting. It’s a hot summer day. World, can you take a step and walk away from the ice? Can we help them? How lucky can we be! For the first time we will be able to help ourselves in our beautiful garden.

This is my philosophy and my old news. World, can you put together the mixed-up puzzle and tell me what is your philosophy? The wave is too high. These words cannot melt away. I can see that it will be the good old Mother Nature’s law coming to the rescue once again to heal this earth.

I, Radenko Fanuka, the author of Reflections: Personalizing Life, Nature, Man and God, was born on March 19, 1939, during the unspeakable days of World War II. The whole wide world woke up too late.

World, wake up. You are knocking on the wrong door. I ask myself, “Has the world learned anything yet?” The word “smart” advanced it-self too far and left wounded nature behind. World, place your hand on the Bible and tell your innocent children the truth. Whom haven’t you yet opposed? For a brief period of time, you laughed, and then with a full belly, you quickly fell asleep.

World, you won. There is no one from the entire field of nature who can directly fight back against the human race. But can nature help us? How? Yesterday, when the sun reached its highest peak in the sky, the cold lizard barely crawled out from his hole. My friend warned me, “Don’t take your shirt off.” The lizard overheard this and began to cry and so did I. World, please tell me, “Where can I stand underneath the sky free and without fear?” World, with one foot you did not move and with the other you slipped far. ONE exists against all nature, ONE against WHOM? The door of the 21st century is open. Future days are predictable but not impossible.

There are two hungry words on the run from the dictionary. The world must gather together and stop one word from running and the other word will not move. Just like always, it will wait for the last big bite. We humans around the world, always had and still have the power, which we don’t often use, to help ourselves. Let’s start praying for one another. Soldiers around this world will come home. For every woman and mother, an early morning sun will rise. Peace between humans, just like wild grass in the early spring, will begin to grow. God is good. His creation doesn’t ask for a better word. The word GOOD will work. It will not put anyone down. It will truly help all children around the world, in their homes and in their schools. It will help the rich and the poor.

World, always keep in mind that humans, and the rest of nature’s creatures, are made and connected, just like a spider’s web. No matter where and how it is touched, the entire web will shake. My message to the whole world is:

GOD WILL HELP US.DON’T EMPOWER THE WORD “NOTHING”.