You are part of this world little child.

Grow and spread your wings.

Soar higher into the horizon.

Don't let worries keep you down.

Stay ever alert and strong.

Keep up the striving feel and spirit.

The little actions all play a role in life.

Smile, be kind, gentle, and learn to allow yourself time & space to make room to express yourself.

Dance, sing or practice a new talent/habit\trick.

Who knows, you might be really good at it.

Go and reach for what you need, want or a majestic dream.

Whether you're going at any pace, speed or movement, don't stop.

Go, move with all your power and great speed.

Remember, and never forget little acts every day make a big difference.

If a butterfly beats its wings

In Asia

Will a hurricane begin

In the Americas

It is not only

Chaos theory

That has a comment on

The actions of

People and things

We see it as part and parcel

Of our lives

Each and every day

When you drop some coins

In a beggar's cup

So that he can buy

A meal

You have given a

Sense of fulfillment

To someone in need

Even if it is

Only for a

Short time

When you ladle soup out

To hungry children

You see the gratitude

In their eyes

And in their smiles

And feel a gladness

In your heart

That lasts beyond

The moment

And compounds

The next time

You volunteer

When you give a small

Donation

To a charity so that

A child in a

Poor country

Somewhere in the world

Never has to grow up

Disfigured

You are paying it forward

Giving that child

The hope

And self-esteem

To be able to

Make his own mark

Upon the world

When you say to yourself

I will be good to myself today

You open up all the

Possibilities

For small actions

That grow from

Your will and

Your strength

To make big differences

No matter where

You go

#littleactions #poetry #chaostheory #payitforward #philosophy

In the small things and tiny moments,

You become my looking glass,

The point from which I see the world,

Finding symmetry here at last,

All the troubles of this place,

Fade instantly away,

Instead invisible wonders,

Reveal a magical display,

All sense of time at once is lost,

Although I’m aware it’s fleeting,

Welcoming the spell so placed,

If only my heart keeps beating,

No extensive act required,

To produce this elated state,

Simply a quiet influence,

And my soul you liberate,

This power you have ever held,

Granting meaning to my breath,

Treasured small occasions,

Forever until death.

…We truly can make harm or good;

it’s We even being this Alone

when We though it was just

the royal Us here at home.

Write the Wrong!

because it really is not about You

these other footprints of the past

ones that carried this sorry ass

farther, than I’m ready to see

crushing atoms with my seat

yes some have not been lazy

perhaps not on Our account;

pass through the eye of a fly

let’s dream of future tenses

raise and down this glass

be alive to think and risk

to heart kiss and click.

Here’s to a better

Now Together!

That small smile

I give a watery one in return

A small action

With great repercussions

Taking time to be

Kind to others

Because of moments like these

Where you need someone to be kind to you

So you pass it along

A shared smile

Words of comfort

A hug,

Maybe even a glance

Showing concern

Perhaps even that you care

Enough to help

Someone who needs it

Forget the "social issues"

For, we all live together

We may as well try to get along

Make life easier for all

And life will reciprocate

Small actions

Can make

Big differences

On this planet

To us all

You are very little

the actions you do are smaller

they may seem minimal

but soon they will grow larger

they will make a big difference

you will change this world

at the time you feel it is stupid

and you should give up

but do not stop

keep on trying

that little action will make a big impact

your small, grey action will turn into a big, colorful difference

little did you know

when you were little 

you could do such a thing

and change the horrible world into some thing wonderful

keep on doing all of you little actions

because thy will grow larger

Does the blue line

Run on time?

Could catch the red line

Morning time

The pies and cakes she has to make

For people passing by to take

To bakery, to work on time

Her old legs stagger in the line

She pays her fee and boards the bus

The wind has made her hair a muss

Crowded is the bus that day

She needs the money that they pay 

She worries if her cakes are sweet

A stranger wipes the only seat

The stranger gives a loving smile

She rides with her for one more mile

The lady's feet already hurt

The stranger learns about her work

The stranger has a pair of socks

Designed just for absorbing shocks

The stranger leaves the bus on Queens

Sometimes it just the little things

My life is a simple life. I live in a small two bedroom home with just me. One day, though my life changed for the better. There was this little boy who had just moved to town and he was just wandering around the neighborhood one Thursday. I was sitting at my desk near the window, simply writing to my kids, who live in Florida, when I saw this little red headed boy walk near my home and just stare. Yes, I have to admit my house is fairly interesting looking, it is purple with walls made almost entirely out of glass, but no one around my neighborhood ever looked in to see what was happening. Everyone just passed me by, like I was this unimportant little speck of dust floating in the wind. Until the day that made me realize some people are special, and this little boy was one of them. he noticed me in the window that day and decided to come up to my door. Since I am not used to people, I was intrigued by this action, so I opened the door. The boy came in and told me his story. His name was Carson and he came from a little house near the river. I didn't know what to say back though, so I asked him if he wanted to sit with me on the couch and talk. He said of course and it changed my life. I never knew that people actual cared about me, they all just seem to go by without even noticing me. Usually people are always caught up in the news or television, so to have someone so interested in another person's life opened me up to the world. I realized that I was this person who shut herself out to the public and just hated everyone and everything. But this child changed me, it showed me that talking with someone can be the perfect chance to turn your life around. It was weird, all we talked about was where he came from and why he was here, but he kept asking me questions and it made me feel super important. No one could ever take that away from me again. I had found my true self, simply by interacting with someone.

The "butterfly effect" is a time phenomenon that states: If you move something even as little as a blade of grass in the past, you will radically change the present.

Little actions make big differences.

If it is true that stepping on an ant in the past could have stopped WWII, or the possibility of shooting your grandfather before your father was born(we've all heard of that paradox), does that mean that time travel cannot exist? Well yes and no. There are arguments for both sides, and several theories explaining alternate time lines, alternate worlds even, but I shall avoid those. Instead I'd like to focus on the idea of changing things for the future.

If it is the case that you can literally change the world by moving a blade of grass, what are you doing with your little moments? You will effect the world in untold ways for generations to come based on how you decide to spend a Saturday afternoon. I cannot really say what is the best plan of action. I am merely suggesting that you be conscious that what you do today will have an effect on tomorrow. Be aware of your actions and do not let the opportunity to change the world pass you by.

I remember sitting at the main restaurant and bar in a tiny town in Bahia, 11 hours west of Salvador by bus. I was, once again, travelling alone, unafraid but still cautious. The stars were showing off as usual, spangling the Brazilian sky. The tiny village let off so little light that the sky almost literally exploded into stardom. Their display was given a soundtrack by creatures of the forest who made more noise than any city street I had ever roamed. It was a spectacle of sights and sounds and I was enjoying it so much that I wanted to share it with someone. I wish I could use my cell-phone and call my mom, or Ray, or Raquel! I sighed. But then I noticed how this longing for those who weren’t with me took me out of the present moment, made my less excited by the stargazing, dampened the symphony to a noisome hum.

What stands out about my experience was changing my mind. I decided at that moment to share life with those who were around me. We didn’t have cell phones to protect us from the risky act of reaching out to others. I shared my delight with the stars with the man sitting next to me. In this small town, the simple but scary act of repeatedly choosing to “love the ones I was with” brought us together like constellations, making us relevant to one another in meaningful ways.

I don’t remember his name, the man I spoke with. I can’t pretend I am still in touch with the many people I met on my journeys. But I can say that I chose to care about them and invest in their well-being as I would my own brother. And that changed my life.