Sometimes I Wonder What is Love...By Sasha Rainer

 

Sometimes I wonder what is love. 

Is it a flower’s happy song? 

Is it a ringing growth of trees? 

Is it a charming trill of birds

Awaking beautiful sunrise?

Is it an ocean morning waves

That whisper peacefully and nice? 

Is it a smile on your face,

Or holding hands, or darling eyes? 

Sometimes I wonder what is love.

Is it a friendly mother’s voice?

Her soothing song, her wise advice,

Her words of love to memorize.

Is it a warm, comforting home

Stored in your heart?

When times are rough, come back,

And worries of the day 

Will disappear sure enough. 

Sometimes I wonder what is love.

Love dwells in every word above.

Group Poem in Response to Sophia's Poem

 

If you knew what I know      

I'd know we'd understand each other

If you knew what I know

You would delight in the day and not worry, fret, or fray.

      

If you knew what I know

You'd be revelling in what's to come

      

If you knew what I know

I would quietly ask you to spell your truth.

      

If you knew what I know      

Your heart would soften. Your mind would slow down.

      

If you knew what I know      

Then silence would reveal hope and words would bring you triumph.

      

If you knew what I know

You would slay the dragons of fear and face life with brave learning

      

If you knew what I know

You would feel more love than you could hold.  And you would see what we all want is to be accepted and loved

      

If you knew what I know

You would be brightest star

      

If you knew what I know

You would say real change is possible.

As people see real nonspeaking intelligence they will embrace it.

      

If you knew what I know      

You would make more than moments of understanding but would make me respond honestly more often

      

If you knew what I know

You would’ve been more kind to me.

      

If you knew what I know

You would not waste a single moment on anything that is not full of grace

Aiden Levy Sirius XM Radio Host

 

Hi friends! When I wrote an article with my dad last fall about my journey, I was asked to write a bit about myself for a video. I wanted to share this with you to give you more insight into my life. Thank you!

 Meet Aiden Levy, nonspeaker with autism and SiriusXM radio host 

A poem by Sophia Kapoor

 

If you knew what I know

You wouldn't despair

You would let go

And ease

You must not let

Hurt and angst

Wound you

Callous indifference

Pierce you

Worry consume you

The lack of friends, milestones

Jarring harsh truths

Consume you

It all eases in its own way

We all come with our own unique story

Some call it destiny

But I have learnt

To be in the moment

Not expect or control the outcomes

Is that what maturity is 

Hallucinations by Ruhi Khanna

 

Need story notes, brain is fried

Neurotic stray ideas have dried

Should it be a love glow?

Should it be a death blow?

Can you put a twist?

Can you hide a tryst?

Will it happen in a manor?

Will it play in a banner?

Does our curse lives on tomorrow?

Does the girl have time to borrow?

What seeds rise from the fire?

What races survive the mire?

When will the story end?

Before it begins or when I hit send?

Devon's Spirituality Documentary

On a previous post, you saw some of our spellers' reflections on our friend Devon's spirituality documentary. For those who would be interested in seeing it for yourselves, the link is attached below. It is an amazing watch and I am sure you will be as moved by it as much as we were!

https://youtu.be/Kp0GGyNNy-U 

Daydreaming by Miller Laffoon

 

February 25th, 2026

I’m sitting and thinking and wondering something strange.

If a magical man came to wash my autism away,

Would I let him? I’m not so sure I would.

I think many might let him, if they could.

But mine is a flying sparrow that is loving and sweet.

It means a lot to be given special gifts that are a treat.

I sing with my mom and I read with my dad.

So much time together that I wouldn’t have had.

I have so many friends in so many places.

A group of angels with familiar, kind faces.

I appreciate studying and reading is a wonder.

I sometimes think that maybe autism isn’t a blunder.

I wouldn’t have all of this if I had a typical mind.

I might not sit and really listen and I might not have time,

To share all of my thoughts and paint the world with colors so bold,

I might not appreciate nature and be in a hurry to get old.

I might be silly and maybe I’m just plain wrong,

But I think autism is the heart and melody of my most magnificent song.