When I shall end my days on this earth,
hold fast to dreams
for if dreams die.
The soul, denies its divine heritage in life
Hold fast to dreams
For when dreams go away,
the silent world of shadows is coming.
And if the Roads are blocked and Barbed wire rampant everywhere,
hold fast to dreams,
dreams are the mystics messengers of freedom that come within our heart and call us in secret,
A soul rose on this earth and walked its chosen path to fill her hands with morning songs.
Time is the architect of fate,
and our life is the play of love and death,
To live a life that matters,
make the house,
where Gods may dwell,
there, in the temple of the soul,
we will not die an unlived life,
we will not live in fear of falling,
there, the dark stars waiting with their light
to draw the veil from truth.
You said that or I thought you said that or I thought you said that
Or was it you said this and not that
I thought I'd figured it out but that wasn't it
Then what was it if it wasn't this or that
The more I think I have things figured out
The more I always seem to get it wrong
So I'll just throw my hands up in frustration
I'll never figure this one out and so who cares
It would be easier to figure out that age old question
Remember it...the secret of Life.
"I died yesterday."
It was a start of a joke i heard.
He was a meer 18 years of age.
"I died yesterday."
That is all that he said.
He smiled and walked away.
Leaving me in tears of laughter.
With such alacrity
Eager to get the job done
Willing and able to learn
Always on the run
Forging ahead in the distance
Taking things one day at a time
Managing the time wisely
In order to keep things in line
Girl, when we put our hearts together
There is a heavenly bliss
Nothing but magic in the air
Along with sweet tenderness
Together, we always shine
We build each other up
With every hug and kiss
We strive to reach to the top
The world is my home and everyone living here is family.
Beauty lies not in pretty face but in a beautiful soul, everyone gets confused in this anomaly.
We must have faith in our abilities and allow it to get unfurled.
It only takes one" Thomas Edison" to invent electric bulb and transform the world.
This is how you remind me of who I really am:
Your smile in times of terror and pain
- reminds that that your spirit and mine are stronger than we have ever given ourselves credit for.
“Please let my hair grow, Mother, don’t cut it.
A trimmed tree
Is no place for song birds.”
My Mama never cut my hair
But for once, when I was a girl
And it had become a knotted rope.
A nest had formed, beyond untangling,
And it had to be cut out,
Although the song birds had already
Found its shelter.
One by one I had to let them go,
Say goodbye to song.