41. Choose How You Spend Your Time
You cannot
slow the setting
of the sun.
You can only choose
You cannot
slow the setting
of the sun.
You can only choose
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I'd be happy, only if...
Our often deceptive belief -
If I were a superstar,
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We've all been through thick.
We've all been through thin.
We've all been to the light
And back to the dark again.
Wait, you say, but I want to know.
Wait, you say, but it's just so slow.
Do I need to live with the questions
Or simply wait for your confession?
I love the flowers that bloom in spring,
for all the joy and love they bring.
I love the sun that warms the sky
Look at my soul, what do you see?
A diverse human spirit hiding in me.
Protective barriers and walls I build.
Whilst living behind them, a life unfulfilled.
My words are like my heart beat.
They tell the world that I'm alive.
They recite the tale of who I am
And of all I have survived.
Fleeting eternity
surrounds the mountaintop,
nestled in a lush green valley
time forgot.
It's not so easy....
Anyone can spot others' flaws.
It's easy, like a blink of the eyes.
I am a lost traveler like a million others
Having no destination and no direction
With rocky road and no companion
And still I wander and wonder
We can all live and just be
Who we are meant to be in life.
Allowing love to set us free,
Rather than giving into strife.
How do you measure success in this life?
And who should decide if you fail?
Do life's sweet temptations guide you along?
Or in the end does your conscience prevail?
It’s the little things
isn’t it
that mean more than anything
and the simple pleasures
You are the only one
who can save you
no one else can
do it for you
Your springtime has gone.
Your summers have passed.
Autumn's now waving goodbye.
I can't prevent attitudes
from knocking upon my door,
but I decide which to let in
and which ones to ignore.
If this day is my last,
I will be rejoicing,
Reminiscing my memories since my life came to being.
I will spend this day only by praying
Famous Poem
The holiest of all holidays are those
Kept by ourselves in silence and apart;
The secret anniversaries of the heart,
When the full river of feeling overflows;--
"I"n this moment, my heart is open.
"N"ever before have I felt such powerful emotion.
It is "N"ow that I realize the true meaning of living.
It is for being loved, loving, "A"nd also forgiving.
The future is too far away to dream of.
The past is too far behind to dwell on.
The world is too big to go unnoticed.
Nature is too beautiful to be passed by.