Beyond glass doors

Beyond glass doors

between thick branches of trees 

in spring, 

the rain falls, quietly. 

There are noises, 

there are people; 

they are talking. 

Beyond the noises of their talking, 

somewhere within me, 

on another surface 

falls your absence, quietly, 

very quietly.

I've thought about you

I've thought about you

since the day we met.

There was a warmth about you

that I'll never forget.

Something in your smile

comfoted me

and opened my mind

to possibilities.

So I'm sending my admiration

along with this letter

and hoping that I

will get to know you better!

Habit

HABIT

breathing is a habit

living a ritual.

there is no sound in the body

no shadow in the eyes.

my feet are tired

yet i keep on walking

on this road

an endless journey.

for years 

for centuries

we have been living.

we go on living

we go on living

habits are so strange.

Dream Hope Love Smile

Dream.......makes all things possible

Hope.........makes all things work

Love ........makes all things beautiful

Smile........makes all above work possible

Dream...

And as you dream,

Remember...

That only you can make

Your dreams come true.

Reach...

And as you reach,

Remember that...

Success takes time,

Devotion,

And sometimes a little

Disappointment.

Believe...

And as you believe,

You will find

Reaching gets easier,

Setbacks get

More manageable,

Life becomes

More meaningful.

There's a wonderful dream

Waiting just for you...

I know you can make it come true.

I Thought You Said Forever?

I Thought You Said Forever?

What does forever mean to you?

When you couldn’t even keep it true

You said were you’d forever be there

But were those just words pulled from thin air?

Did you actually love me?

Did you really see the feelings I see?

The truth, the love, the loyal tears

The betrayal, hate, and the fear

I thought you felt the same

That you would cover me in the rain

I thought forever and always was forever

But now there’s not an us…never

You said you’d always be there for me

But now I truly see

That you never saw the feelings in my soul

Now you’ve pierced my heart with a hole

But my heart has healed

Now I have friends that are real

And you're gone out of my life

Unable to pierce me with the heartbreaking knives

I thought forever was forever not just a word

But I guess that’s not what I heard…

innocence gone

innocence gone

innocence gone

given away

to the one

i loved who

has now

walked away

innocent me

to trust you so

with my

innocence

Only you

Only you

I choose among the entire world.

Is it fair of you

letting me be unhappy?

My heart is a pen in your hand.

It is all up to you

to write me happy or sad.

I see only what you reveal

and live as you say.

All my feelings have the color

you desire to paint.

From the beginning to the end,

no one but you.

Please make my future

better than the past.

When you hide I change

to a Godless person,

and when you appear,

I find my faith.

Don't expect to find

any more in me

than what you give.

Don't search for

hidden pockets because

I've shown you that

all I have is all you gave.

Let go of your worries

Let go of your worries

and be completely clear-hearted,

like the face of a mirror

that contains no images.

If you want a clear mirror,

behold yourself

and see the shameless truth,

which the mirror reflects.

If metal can be polished

to a mirror-like finish,

what polishing might the mirror

of the heart require?

Between the mirror and the heart

is this single difference:

the heart conceals secrets,

while the mirror does not. 

Always remember to forget

Always remember to forget

The friends that proved untrue.

But don't forget to remember

Those that have stuck by you.

Always remember to forget

The troubles that have passed away.

But never forget to remember

The blessings that come each day

The temple of love is not love itself

The temple of love is not love itself

True love is the treasure,

Not the walls about it.

Do not admire the decoration,

But involve yourself in the essence,

The perfume that invades and touches you-

The beginning and the end.

Discovered, this replace all else,

The apparent and the unknowable.

Time and space are slaves to this presence.

My Shadow

My Shadow

I have a little shadow that goes in and out with me,

And what can be the use of him is more than I can see.

He is very, very like me from the heels up to the head

And I see him jump before me, when I jump into my bed.

The funniest thing about him is the way he likes to grow

Not at all like proper children, which is always very slow;

For he sometimes shoots up taller like an india-rubber ball,

And he sometimes gets so little that there's none of him at all.

He hasn't got a notion of how children ought to play,

And can only make a fool of me in every sort of way.

He stays so close beside me, he's a coward you can see;

I'd think shame to stick to nursie as that shadow sticks to me!

One morning, very early, before the sun was up,

I rose and found the shining dew on every buttercup;

But my lazy little shadow, like an errant sleepy-head,

Had stayed at home behind me and was fast asleep in bed.

Winter Sun

Winter Sun

How valuable it is in these short days,

threading through empty maple branches,

the lacy-needled sugar pines.

Its glint off sheets of ice tells the story

of Death’s brightness, her bitter cold.

We can make do with so little, just the hint

of warmth, the slanted light.

The way we stand there, soaking in it,

mittened fingers reaching.

And how carefully we gather what we can

to offer later, in darkness, one body to another.

Love Soft and warm

Love

Soft and warm

Sealed with care

Sweet and kind

Will ever share

Brave and strong

Yet so fair

That is her

She's always there

Sensitive

to despair

Harkens to

others welfare

Delicate

she's elsewhere

Beautiful

beyond compare

If you meet her

Best Beware

She'll steal your heart

unaware

Her name is Love

This I swear

There's none like her

anywhere...

Love and Imagination

Love and Imagination

Love and imagination are magicians

Who create an image of the Beloved in your mind

With which you share your secret intimate moments.

This apparition is made of nothing at al,

But from its mouth comes the question,

“Am I not your Loved One?”

and from you the soft reply “Yes.Yes.Yes.” 

That Feeling Of Forever

That Feeling Of Forever

I want that feeling.

you know?

That feeling of forever.

So simple,

Yet combined with everything

Love, Lust, Happiness, Sadness

Everything.

But still,

I want that feeling.

you know?

That feeling of forever.