It Matters Not

Crystal Sea

Namaste, I am experiencing one of those times when mobility is more painful than usual. Life is happening to me while I’m busy making other plans. Roll on spring, I miss the sun. I’m just looking forward to the good our tomorrows will bring when we keep on caring for each other.

My grateful thanks, as always, to those who kindly drop by this blog, (and special thanks too, to those who wished me happy birthday!). Please forgive me if I can’t always keep up with you.

About the artwork, I’m a poor poet, but I hope you like the sentiment.

Peace from Amras.

“This world is a miserable place for anyone who hasn’t learned internal harmony”  ~ Arthur Yensen.

Artwork ©Francis Moloney.


We Have It All

Clean Mug

In the sky,

On the earth, 

I stand with you

And all there is!

So far, so far


Like the trees,

Like the seas,

I do forever remain in you!

Remind me of those

Our fields!

Our hills, our waters!

Time – ah, time!

We have it all, all!

It is our drop of water, 

Ready to fall from the leaf.

It is the space waiting

For us to fill it.

No rush! No anxiety!

Just your smile,

It is our path!




Namaste, and greetings to all. Between our posts of hilly lands, and blossoms; I thought I’d pay tribute to the poetry of my friend, José. I find his poetry so moving, and of an increasingly illuminating quality whenever I read it. I especially appreciate his work for the fact that English is not his first language. Thank you José. At the time when he returned to his native Spain, I was changing my address, so we lost touch in the material sense.  But, for me, the memories of friendship grow stronger.  I sincerely hope you find beauty in these words, and I will post some more of José’s poetry in the future.

The artwork is many decades old, and showing it’s age. I copied the pattern from an antique mug I had inherited long ago, and coloured it in my own preferences.  It’s primitive, but I hope you like it.

Until next time, I can’t guarantee when, because my condition can make blogging, and reading in general, very challenging. But, until then, thank you all readers and followers, may you enjoy the taste of every breath, and know peace. Amras.


“Your mind is a garden,

Your thoughts are the seeds,

You can grow flowers,

Or you can grow weeds.”

(By Peace Whisperer) 


Artwork ©Francis Moloney.



I Have Been Looking For Your Face



From the beginning of my life

I have been looking for your face

but today I have seen it



Today I have seen

the charm, the beauty,

the unfathomable grace

of the face

that I was looking for



Today I have found you

and those who laughed

and scorned me yesterday

are sorry that they were not looking

as I did



I am bewildered by the magnificence

of your beauty

and wish to see you

with a hundred eyes



My heart has burned with passion

and has searched forever

for this wondrous beauty

that I now behold



I am ashamed

to call this love human

and afraid of God

to call it divine



Your fragrant breath

like the morning breeze

has come to the stillness of the garden

You have breathed new life into me

I have become your sunshine

and also your shadow



My soul is screaming in ecstasy

Every fiber of my being

is in love with you


Your effulgence

has lit a fire in my heart

And you have made radiant

for me

the earth and sky



My arrow of love

has arrived at the target

I am in the house of mercy

and my heart

is a place of prayer


Jalaluddin Rumi.


Namaste dear world. I’m currently experiencing physical issues that have slowed me down a little more than usual, hence me tardiness at blogging.  Never mind, today I shall overcome these challenges for a short while by posting these beautiful words by Jalaluddin Rumi. I hope you like.

Thank you to all who have recently found me, and to all my old friends. Hope to be back soon. Peace from Amras.


“The moment I open my mouth to speak,

The Autumn wind chills my lips,”  



Artwork ©Francis Moloney.

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