This is poem number (38) it's called Autumn leaf 

Autumn leaf

With the fall of every autumn leaf

I take pride and I hold my believes

Every leaf that falls on the ground

Have a story and a different sound

My heart flies in the colorful skies

I look at your eyes, they are old and wise

Thy flowers can’t grow without love

I glance at the sky and I see a dove

Flying free, on the old trees it lands

I smell the fresh air, on the mountains I stand

We take much in our vows and little in our love

Only of we know that we have little here and many above

I smile in grief, am I not a believer indeed?

I lay under the tree and on the mountains I bleed.

Have you ever thought about this quote “If you believe, you can achieve?” If it’s really true, then why there are so many people not living the life they really wanted?

If we went back in time, you can see that it all starts with your childhood, and over time it continues to grow with the culture around us. From a young age we aren’t able to establish a sense of self. We were always taught or told to do things. That is what our subconscious mind is programmed to. We are raised with certain values and beliefs.

But again, our subconscious mind took these beliefs to make it habitual for us since an early age. The real question is “How can you be free and change these beliefs that conquered your brain?” In my opinion, you should start with discovering who you are and what you truly believe in, not what you have been taught to believe in.

Remember that you have the ability to change yourself if you want to. You see, the mind power it limitless, but unfortunately most of us are trapped in a tiny box that we are trying to get out of. The people around us and our communities taught us what to think about instead how to think. We learned that there are “Gifted children” and “Normal children.” But in the matter of fact, there shouldn’t be a difference between children, we should all expect the best from ourselves and work hard to become who we want to be.

Back to the main subject, if you believe you can achieve.

Maybe you believed that you are creative and unique, but in some point of your life you stopped thinking “Na… I will go to old routine…” and be old routine I mean:

When you were a child you wanted to be a philosopher, maybe a painter. You had big dreams and you sure wanted to make a difference in the world, then again you stopped thinking “A painter? I love painting it’s in my blood but I think I won’t be able to make a living… besides why should I make a difference, there is a lot of people who can, but not me…” and so day by day passed and you have abandoned your dream, taking the traditional way and becoming a doctor, a lawyer or anything you think will make money. You have retired now; you’re 70 years old and no longer enjoying life. With regrets and painful memories you came back thinking “I made the wrong decision…”  

Yes, that is the circle of life for many people I know, and many others out there. They have wasted their lives on things they don’t love and also wasted their talents.

Oprah Winfrey loves to talk, Tiger Woods loves to play Golf, and Jack Canfield loves to write etc… have you ever thought about it? All these famous, rich people who literally shaped the world as it is now love what they are doing and most importantly believe they can.

If you believe you can be a great musician, then go for it and take whatever risk and obstacles you might face, don’t let worries and negative thoughts bring you down. If you want to be a millionaire despite what people tell you like “You wish!” “Keep dreaming!” Always remember that “If you believe, you can achieve.”

Later on, I will be posting other articles about “Ways to success” and also “Minds power”. Stay tuned!

The Library
By Line Dalile.  

Voices, she heard. Heart beats, sounds and water drops. The clock is ticking and so her heart. It has just turned 12:00 A.M.

Chatters and laughs, that's what she hears when arriving to the public library, also known as the oldest library in her hometown. England, United Kingdom, far away near the mountains, the library is known as the mysterious library has attracted more than 80 people each day including Aylin, the thin girl whose face is white as snow and her long, straight black hair with few blond curls on the sides flying left and right, Aylin was that curious kid, who loved mysteries.

The library stood on a hill, quite an (Awkward) place to build a library, underneath it was all grass and rocks. Sometimes rocks would fall over the library's roof and sit there for hours. Glass windows and wooden doors, old design. All the other buildings were modernly built and red mud brick was placed on the roof. Its architectures were long time dead, their bones even tuned to powder and were placed in good looking glassy vases with, of course, some notes written on it, maybe small poems too. These vases where placed in the entrance were all people can see and remember that it was built by some top class people, and owned by them, Royal People – Royal People.

Education, health and happiness they had, the Royal people. They had the money to build libraries, famous ones, and they ruled the country.  

The librarian, there  was only one librarian, an old lady wears these bizzare glasses and she had a bizarre look. She sits on her desk all day long, nobody knows where she goes after she finishes her work. Emily Brenett was an odd librarian.

In the night, where the area in the mountain is out of sound not a single tick, it becomes very scary in the darkness of the sky and the quietness of the mountain. You can only hear the rumbling of the trees and the little insects' steps. When the wind is blowing, it becomes very dangerous to go out there.

Surrounding the library, is this wonderful nature… the mother nature. Mountains on the left and a wide deep valley on the right. The mountains were huge and brown with a bit of snow at the top… clouds seemed never to abandon that place, rain was almost every day. The valley on the right of the library was deep with yellow grass and some was green.

Aylin's home was an hour away from the library, although it would take her a long time to arrive, she insists on going nearly every day. Her house was small, made of wood but no glassy windows except a really small one, but again there was no red mud brick on the top.. Aylin loved reading, but every time she arrives to the library and sits with peace and quiet on the chair to read one of her favorite books, she hears chatters, laughter's, heart beats…. Strange voices…  

Little Aylin's typical day was spent countless hours in the library reading her favorite adventure stories and some of the best Shakespeare's poems.

January 1st 1997, three days away from the 80th annual celebration of the library. Aylin took her red coat, made out of wool, and walked the pace to the library. The smile on her face never seemed to be erased.

As she arrived to the library and saw the librarian and greeted her, Emily Brenett, the librarian, kept looking at her and at the same time sewing a sweater, she said nothing and carried on.

Aylin, went to the corner to pick some old books… a little bit of dust flew around her. She held five- no four books and went to the corner to sit on a chair calmly and read until she finishes.

After fifteen minutes, chatters and whispers grew louder. Aylin, was at the left hand corner. A book was accidently dropped. She looked around nervously to see who was there. No one appeared, only herself and Emily Brenett. It was a scary situation- I would say. Probably she was imagining things as usual. The book shelves were also old, they haven't been replaced nor maintained.

The same whispers filled the place, low, soft and scary sounds whispering non-sense. Aylin wasn't relieved, she wanted to see what was going on and where these sounds are coming from.

She tried to look around a little bit and see if she can find something which has to do with the voices. But it was the time for her to go home. On her way home she kept thinking about these voices. Soft, creepy voices and some scary whispers.

The next morning, the sun was rising changing the sky's colors sometimes yellow and white and the other time blue. It was a wonderful sight. It's starting to get cold- really cold. The wind started blowing, I could see that because the tress are shaking. Together it looks like a musical concert.

Aylin woke up early, the sun streaming through her small window. Aylin, as far as she can tell, was not fully awake. Rather staying in the bed for one more hour, Aylin decided to go to the library earlier than yesterday. As usual, she took her coat and started walking to the library. 

Meanwhile, the library still looks old and royal at the same time, but one thing has changed. A bill? A bill on the front wooden door? Yes, a yellow golden-like bill was placed the top of the old, wooden door with a little bit of cracks on the side, but it looked fancy.  Aylin wondered why they placed the bill, is it odd. Aylin took a walk around the library quietly and looked at its windows to see that it was newly polished, these old glassy windows are now changed. Something was going on, something strange- strange.

The clouds covered the sky and drizzles of rain began to fall down as the crows are flying awry in the sky, Aylin looked up and gazed. She hurried to the library and closed the doors, not so many people were there, I would day 7- no 8 yes 8 people.

Emily Brenett wasn't there, only her uncompleted sewed sweater and her glasses. Aylin looked at the shelves and pick a book that had attracted her, the label said "The Library"

Aylin took the book and she wiped the dust off it a little bit, again the dust flew around her, she coughed. She took a seat near the window this time rather on the corner.

She opened the book and there was a key, an old bronze key. At first she didn't care, but as she arrived to page 34 she knew that it had something to do with the key. Page 34 was missing.  

Aylin took a glance around her. Only 6 people left, 2 were gone, vanished! The library started to feel like a mysterious place. It felt like a treasure island with no treasure on it. She read out loud on page 35 there was a poem, a short poem written by hand.

It said

''When there is dark thunder storm

Not even heavens light can form

Many souls are traveling around

You can only hear the sound

The key will lead to a door

When you open it there is no floor

Rather than sitting and enjoying the book

One needs to hurry, beware don't look''

Aylin looked around in a curious way and held the old key in her small hands. What was not normal is that all the other people were gone! Again, Aylin walked with confident steps with the key and the books were held tightly in her hands, papers were falling down.

Inside the library she wandered around, she glanced at the book and opened it again. Some of the dust flew and made her cough one more time. Page 35, the page containing the poem was gone.

Now, she was sure that this is not a coincidence but a real mystery that needed to be solved. She was looking for a door that might be what the key needed. Helpless, she was looking around and around again and again for hours. 

Isn't time for her mum to come and pick her up? Isn't the time that she needed to have lunch? She thought.

Finally she went to Emily Brenett. The only thing she found on her squeaking wooden chair was the wool and a shirt that she made out of it. (unusual) situation she was in I would say, don't you agree?

Alyin was confused, she isn't Alice in wonderland nor it wasn't the ten little Indians story, what was it? The mysterious library?

-A book with the title of library

-A missing page

-A poem

-Fallen papers?

-Vanished people

She heard a sound? A squeaking sound like the sound when a door opens. Suddenly it was cold. The sound of the blowing wind came to her ear. Quickly she recalled the poem:

''When there is dark thunder storm

Not even heavens light can form

Many souls are traveling around

You can only hear the sound

The key will lead to a door

When you open it there is no floor

Rather than sitting and enjoying the book

One needs to hurry beware don't look''

"On my way I saw a thunder storm" she rumbled. "There was no light" she expressed. "As I walked into the library there was ten people and now there is none" she stopped. "just now I heard that voice!" she screamed!

What more? She thought. The door, she will find a door, but where? She had a brainstorm.  

The library's books seems to fall, Aylin ran and saw a lock behind a book. She took the key from her pocket and rubbed it in her hand then she opened the door. Everything fell from her hands… Don't look! Isn't that what the poem said? "One needs to hurry not to look" behind the door as she entered was a black room, nothing but a black hole. Aylin couldn't believe what she saw, she punched herself twice to see if she was dreaming, apparently she was not. 

Should she cross and enter the black room? She did, and then there was nothing.

Apparently, the library and its mysteries are no longer here. The old library in its 80th annual anniversary wasn't there, again it was gone to nowhere.

Everything seemed to come to an unclear end, Aylin, herself was gone too. The library is history now, it wasn't a dream, not indeed. Now the thunderstorm is not here anymore, Everyone can hear the birds and smell the flowers. The sun rose up and Aylin was in her bed sleeping. J    

“Resolve never to quit, never to give up, no matter what the situation.”  Jack Nicklaus

 
He didn’t have the fashion of Ian Poulter or the swing of Tiger Woods, but the talent he had was one of a kind.  They didn’t call him the Golden Bear for nothing, but because he never seemed to be at hibernation. He was always awake and yet his white golf balls seemed always to find the cup.  

Nicklaus, one word speaks for itself. Nicklaus is the synonym of golf. He knew every aspect of the game, yet he didn’t use cameras or technologies. Jack Nicklaus mastered his sport, he was the man to beat. When he won, it was the greatest joy of his life. When he lost, actually he never lost, but always gained.

What he witnessed was a year after year after year of excellence play, great drives that always seemed to find the fairways and iron shots he hit were perfectly struck to reduce high colorful rainbows. Blind or deaf, you can feel his gorgeous putts going in, holed more when he had to have it the most. The fingertips are not gone from the cups he touched and hold every year. He saved the best for the biggest moments. He had the attitude a golfer must have, the swing he felt it was his own… his approached shots were pin point accurate and his sharp looks proves that Jack Nicklaus never dreams of these things, he remembers them.  

He stood on the tee knowing that his ball will fight its way to the flag, and he knew he would get it in whether he had a putt that was a 1 foot or 100 feet. “I told you it will go in….” he used to tell his caddy.  It was his enthusiasm of the game that helped him collect his greatest achievements.

Jack Nicklaus with no doubt had it all. It was not only his physical practice that put him on the top of the world but also his mental practice.

His famous quote was:

“I never hit a shot, not even in practice, without having a very sharp, in focus picture of it in my head.  It's like a color movie. First I see the ball where I want it to finish, nice and white and sitting up high on bright green grass. Then the scene quickly changes and I see the ball going there: its path, trajectory and shape, even its behavior on landing. Then there is a sort of fade out and the next scene shows me making the kind of swing that will turn the previous images into reality."

He was a player who didn’t count golf as a job but as a game he wants to enjoy. He was a champion and still is. Jack Nicklaus created a lot of excitement in the game, he counted on his talent and what he has learned over time. 

The Golden Bear came to a rest after climbing all the mountains in the world, he was a force to be reckoned with, but after all there is a time for new players… youngsters.

Jack Nicklaus has left a touch on every course he played in and on every cup he touched. This touch will never go; it will glow more and more. 

Today in the early morning, I woke up like any other day going straight to my window hopping to stare at the sparkling blue sea that is located in front of my house. 

I always feel very blessed that I have such wonderful nature in front of me. The sea is pretty much the place where I get inspired to write poetry, articles and think about the philosophy of life. 

In the afternoon, I walked down to the shore to enjoy a nice relaxing walk on the soft, golden sand. The waves were high but as they came closer they started crashing on the big rocks. I saw young kids playing with sand, building sand castles, collecting shells, playing with water and running after each other. I also collected shells with my sister, I saw big ones and small ones, colorful and white. It felt like a nice picture to take. 

When I look at the sea, I mostly see wisdom and life. The waves keep rolling everyday and ships keep floating until they reach their destiny. Before the sunset, I stood up and took a glance at the sea. This glance wasn’t just like any other; it was a glance that not only reflected the beauty of the sea but also its long endless life.

This glance passed fast like a beam of light, but what I saw wasn't just sparkling blue, crystal water, it was a sound as if the sea was talking to me. The sea does talk, but can we “humans” hear? Or at least pay attention? 

Ships travel through the sea from country to country flooding with foods, clothes and human needs. People take vacation on yachts to travel around the world to see new places and discover different cultures. We find treasures in the sea including seafood (Which is really yummy!) but what do we give back? Papers and plastic bags and maybe some oil spills? 

The sea isn’t just water and sand, it’s a story of a life time, since the beginning of our great earth till now. When we look at the sea, we look at the history of the earth. Water doesn’t go anywhere except from sea to air to land and then again to the sea. 

The sea has given us a lot of treasures, without them we couldn't have survived, especially water and food. We should be more careful and fix our perspective about the sea. Saving sea life should be on our (to do list) and what we can start with is basically not to throw plastic bags, papers etc… 

I want all of you to know, that no matter how the sea is big, if each one of us doesn't throw anything or harm the sea life we can keep it clean forever. We can give back and make a difference. 

The sea talks, but we still can’t hear except the sound of the waves crashing on the shore.  

We are very blessed to have wonderful nature in this world, if we only sit for a minute in silence we can find the answers for our questions. Looking at the sea can heal your soul and fill you with hope to live for another day. 

Before the sunset, I stood in silence and took one more glance to say goodbye, maybe wake up next day to see the world as a better place. 
 I leave the gleaming sea and the golden sand behind me and walk towards my home, taking a lesson that should be taught to every soul. 

On March 11th 2011 is literally a day to be remembered for the People of Japan and also the world itself.

Friday afternoon supposed to be like any other day. It was relaxing for some people and stressful for others. Teachers were teaching and doctors were giving medicines… Seems like a regular day, right?

Actually it was, until a disaster hit the pacific coast of Japan, specifically Sendai a beautiful city located in the pacific coast of Japan. 2:46 PM everything has changed from normal to the unreal. 

A huge earthquake measuring 8.9 on Richter scale has hit the pacific coast of Japan triggering a huge tsunami that's sweeping away everything in its path. People were terrified, their looks spoke for themselves. It was like they have seen the death in their eyes. Hiding under tables and running out of buildings, Japanese people thought this was the end. Running for their lives while a huge monster is eating everything in its way including newly built house, cars ready for shipping and most importantly people and their souls.

Imagine you’re self in these people’s shoes, what will you do? 

You would be a mother worrying about her children as they were in schools. You would be a father concerned about his family. A child who hasn’t yet discovered life, or grandparents, who now you can see the death in their eyes.

It was pretty devastating for most of us seeing how these people are fighting to live as we all sit in peace watching T.V and waiting for the news.

Now I’m not going to talk in numbers, because that won’t benefit me. A natural disaster isn’t just determined by the number of death or injuries but what’s really worth counting is the number of countries who hurried to support Japan in her worst crisis. It shows that in the time of crisis all countries and nations step under one roof on the same side.

Nuclear stations in Japan is not what we care about now, we care about the losses and injuries we are losing, maybe great minds and wonderful souls. In my opinion, this natural disaster was an alert itself not only for the people of Japan but for all of us. The lesson from it is to start caring more about our real home… the earth. Lately, the signals have been quite difficult to ignore. If we are using technology against nature, it isn’t really worth it. If we want to see the next generation living in peace, we must fix our perspective on nature and its resources.

 Another lesson we can take from this mega earthquake is not to stand side by side by the time of crisis only, but also at any other time.

What we have witnessed is a truly shocking tragedy in Japan this month and it only shows that we aren’t the rulers of the world and nothing is worth fighting for… not even gold or money. We should learn to live life in a peaceful manner, learn from it, experience new things and give back.

Now I’m not trying to be negative on this situation, but I can see that this is just a small alert of what is going to happen in the next few months.

At last I want to say that all my prayers and thoughts are with all Japanese people and all the affected families.