Wednesday, March 10, 2010

may my heart always be open

may my heart always be open to little
birds who are the secrets of living
whatever they sing is better than to know
and if men should not hear them men are old

may my mind stroll about hungry
and fearless and thirsty and supple
and even if it's sunday may i be wrong
for whenever men are right they are not young

and may myself do nothing usefully
and love yourself so more than truly
there's never been quite such a fool who could fail
pulling all the sky over him with one smile

the aim of waking is to dream

User R:

in time of daffodils(who know
the goal of living is to grow)
forgetting why,remember how

in time of lilacs who proclaim
the aim of waking is to dream,
remember so(forgetting seem)

in time of roses(who amaze
our now and here with paradise)
forgetting if,remember yes

in time of all sweet things beyond
whatever mind may comprehend,
remember seek(forgetting find)

and in a mystery to be
(when time from time shall set us free)
forgetting me,remember me

when it rains, it pours

i've always been told to stay away, but i've always been on the stubborn side of things.

i don't want to wait and wonder anymore what's going to happen or what could happen. i just want you to heal and i want you to be safe and warm all the time. i want you to know how wonderful you are, and the goodness that i see in you. there is so much more to you than what's going on in your life at the moment. this is not you. this is just what's happening.

go outside.lay in the sun and let it soak into your veins and warm your blood and mend your heart. because god only knows why, but you've stopped letting me.