Life is a dream

It all starts and ends in the mind. The most crucial skill is how you think.

Zat Rana

Did you know
That life is a dream?
Disguised as a nightmare?

And that it’s sure to scare you
Into being blue, because you have no clue
That life is a dream disguised as a nightmare.

But now that you know
Life is a dream
Will you continue being scared?
Of an illusory nightmare?

Or will you dare to dream
A dream that will scare your nightmares

© Lazarus Shatipamba 2020

The Poets Peace

The Doors Of Opportunity

One of the greatest diseases is to be nobody to anybody.

Mother Teresa

The doors of opportunity will continue to open
and close

So be ready to walk through them
when the doors of opportunity open

And don’t be sad or mad
when the doors shut you out
of the opportunity of a lifetime

For as soon as one door closes
another is sure to open.

Just be glad
the doors of opportunity will continue to open

And steady yourself so you’ll be ready to go
when the doors of opportunity open
to let you through.

© Lazarus Shatipamba 2020

The Poets Peace

Under the Greenwood Tree

Good morning guys (evening to those hailing from the northern hemisphere).

It’s a beautiful Friday morning here in Namibia, the sun is shining, the clouds are not crying, the birds are singing and the trees are dancing.

I’m breathing and lucky enough to have come across this beautifully well-crafted poem by Upashna.

I didn’t want to keep it all to myself, and so I’m sharing it with you. Hoping you enjoy it too.

I sit under the Greenwood Tree The Barn Owl plays the symphony. The thought of you possess my mind It aches in places, undefined. The sands of time slip quick they say Each grain for me is yesterday. Rummaging through the days bygone I hold on to the fondest one. I sit thus till the […]

Under the Greenwood Tree

Do you know how to tell someone is lying?

Sweat more in training so you’ll bleed less during the war.

The Spartan sages

Like a Lie detector do you know how to tell when someone is lying to you?

If yes, then most likely you are a very good psychologist or a highly skilled detective.

If no, then you are like me. Unless you are a close friend and I’m well attuned to your behavior – and even then -I fear I’ll be hard-pressed to detect the symptoms of a liar.

Perhaps I’m naive this way? But I like to believe people tell the truth. Atleast most of the time, anyways.

I’m no stranger to many a white lie, and so I won’t sigh in dissatisfaction if someone did the same.

The type of lies I’m talking about here, are the ones dyed in dangerous black and not harmless white. Lies that could mean the difference between life and death,or success and failure.

Psychologists and detectives say you’re more likely to detect these lies if you are on the look out for symptoms like sweating and fidgeting. You have to keep in mind, however, these are also the symptoms of being anxious.

Being anxious–although sometimes  a state exhibited by liars–is not only associated with lying. In fact, sometimes when I’m in the presence of beautiful intelligent women I find myself sweating and fidgeting like a liar indistress.

It’s also interesting to keep in mind that good liars do not exhibit these symptoms. Why? Because they are well practiced and are completely comfortable creating false realities. I read an insightfully fascinating article the other day and it claimed that criminals get better at lying the more they are interrogated. This is not hard to believe. It’s the law of Practice makes perfect in motion.

So what does all this mean for us? Does it mean we are simply at the mercy of black liars who are sure to leave our lives a mess? Are we all to become psychologists and detectives just so we can escape that ugly fate?

Not necessarily, because fortunately most people tell the truth and when they do tell a lie it’s in white.

Ofcoure philosophers and religious teachers will argue that lying is never good. That one should always tell the truth.

But like the ancient adage goes ‘The truth hurts.’ and most of us would rather not hurt anyone if we could.

Bite us if you must, but trust we have your well-being in mind.

This Life

If you have not found a mission you’re willing to die for, then you’re not fit to live.

Robin Sharma

Life always goes on
But this life does not last forever

If you wait till tomorrow
You may feel sorrow

For you’re never sure
If it will show its face

This life will not last forever
Yesterday is past
And tomorrow may bring sorrow
So today is the only chance you get
To grow into a being who has seen forever’s face.

© Lazarus Shatipamba 2020

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Like a dying horse

Consistency is the mother of mastery.

Robin Sharma

Hi. Nice of you to join me today. I’m glad you are still with us on the good side of life.

I penned today’s poem a few days ago, in commemoration of the cold day which sent me freezing, seeking the warmth of my blankets just so I could stop shivering. As always, I hope you enjoy reading it, and that you have an awesome day.

Like a dying horse
This winter is in its last death throws.

It knows its time is about to come to an end
And so, like the last dying kick of a horse
It blows the cold wind extra hard
And makes the nights especially bitter
For it knows its time is about to end
Because anytime soon spring will begin to bloom
To spell its eventual doom.

© Lazarus Shatipamba 2020

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Like a person lying in bed

Strong lives are motivated by dynamic purposes.

Kenneth Hildebrand

Thoughts of you were tossing and turning in my head
like a person lying in bed
making themselves comfortable in my mind.

I tried, but failed to put them to sleep
for they were too deep in a state of restlessness
thinking about the nightmare of losing you.

The best I could do was blanket them
with the knowledge that all this was but a bad dream.
That one day I will wake up
and you’ll be right here, next to me
where you are supposed to be.

© Lazarus Shatipamba 2020

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Just like the clouds

Life is not about finding yourself. Life is about creating yourself.

Lolly Daskal

My moods are just like the clouds
always moving
forever changing.

Sometimes–because my moods are just like the clouds–
they are dark with melancholy
hanging low over me
so that my eyes have no choice
but to start raining to release their tears.

At times like these
they cast a negative shadow
upon the beliefs that ground me.

But because my moods are just like the clouds
always moving
and forever changing
they don’t stay this way for long.

Sometimes they are way up high in the sky
having left melancholy down below
so they leave room for the sun’s light to seep through
and to creep through the cracks of negativity
to warm my hopes of a better tomorrow.

But because my moods are just like the clouds
I can be sure they will move to prove
the fact that they are forever changing.

And so, sometimes I feel empty–
for glee within I cannot see
even though of melancholy I am free–

Because my moods are just like the clouds
which at times are no where in sight.

© Lazarus Shatipamba 2020

The Poets Peace