Love is not what you see or hear.
Love is not the anger or fear.
Love is knowing you are alive
to share warm hugs and smiles
with us forever…
Yesterday, I emailed ‘Squirrel-Ling’ pictures of Bugsy (the parakeet), Grandma and our parents. I’ve included the poem from above in the body of the email containing the pictures of our parents. He reported he was hungry yesterday during lunch time and wanted to re-stock his empty shelves at home with grocery.
Today, ‘Squirrel-Ling’ (surprisingly) called and spoke to ‘Kali-Maw’ to join the three of us to go shopping for grocery. I assumed that poem that I emailed to ‘Squirrel-Ling’ has encouraged him to spend some time with us. I told ‘Kali-Maw’ of the poem and she cried by claiming I’m a ‘peace keeper.’ We ate lunch together too, drove to our home first and then his to unload what was purchased earlier.
Peace would be nice among family members and the whole world. I see that some politicians want peace (including the speech maker regarding his ‘tear-roar bill’) but some reject peace keeping efforts. I see the ‘headhunters’ are trying to make a big deal with regards to the ‘offensive’ speech made by this ‘fish head.’
These ‘headhunters’ have infiltrated the more peaceful section of the Philippines and that was long time ago. I am not surprised at this week’s remark made by the ‘fish head,’ who told the whole world of this ‘little’ truth. We have to remember history repeats itself and this time is not the ‘crusade.’
These groups won’t understand peace because it’s like talking to them at their non-peace level. Love is superior no matter what happens. I could only observe the political arena and try my best efforts to make known that no ‘nukie-head’ or offensive remarks could take away the hope of people wanting good education, nice clothes or perfect teeth.
If we want to talk to the enemies (whoever they happen to be), try talking to your own family members and observe. Many of you know that some family members refuse to reconcile and that is sad. Some continue their path towards destruction through personal wars of addiction to drugs and alcohol and end up either in jail or death.
So try to talk to the enemies and find out what the ‘pluck’ is their problem and present their versions to the whole world. I am sure that everyone will be surprised. The key is to touch their souls. Perhaps, if they have souls, love poems (like mine to ‘Squirrel-Ling’) would be better understood and peace would reign supreme.
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