Sometimes in middle of despair and chaos
When I have been losing my grip
I get this sudden breeze of clarity
I look up at the stars and I see her
And I realize I want to be her
Sometimes I think that we are all lovers
With nothing and no one to love fearlessly
Our impediment is not the shortfall of love we get
But the paucity of space to love, to give love
We are attracted to things we think we can love
Not the things we think will love us
Continue reading “Love Paradox”
Don’t promise me stars if they are not yet on the cards
For me, you don’t have to be someone you are not
We don’t need an ironclad contract assuring us
Of a happy ending for something beautiful to start
Future anyway has too many possible out comes
For us to be truly certain of getting any particular one
Merry or sad
When you think you need a magic lamp
Look at the mieghty mountains and the grand oceans
Look at the trees, the clouds, the stars in the sky
Do you see how small you are?
Do you see how small are the things you worry about?
Always traveling through time
He is never in his body
His mind escapes it’s shell
Often to go in past or in future
His efficient shell does everything
Needed to be done at present, abstracted
Alluring are these woods, that I wandered in tonight,
Running from the comfortable life that I had toiled to build
I collected so many things in that big lovely house
That there was no space for air, and no air left to breathe
Easy child easy, don’t bite off more than you can chew
Would you have gambled your heart even if you knew
That you will lose that hand to destiny’s plan
And you will lose everything else trying to win it again
