I've got faith to believe
I can do anything
I've got strength of the soul
And no one's gonna bend or break me
I can reach any star
I've got faith
I've got faith
Faith of the heart
" Let go of the sadness, It belongs to yesterday, And let's walk.... Keep walking, though there’s no place to get to. Don’t try to see through the distances. Move within, but don’t move the way fear makes you move........"
I seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times…
In life after life, in age after age, forever.
My spellbound heart has made and remade the necklace of songs,
That you take as a gift, wear round your neck in your many forms,
In life after life, in age after age, forever.
Whenever I hear old chronicles of love, it’s age old pain,
It’s ancient tale of being apart or together.
As I stare on and on into the past, in the end you emerge,
Clad in the light of a pole-star, piercing the darkness of time.
You become an image of what is remembered forever.
You and I have floated here on the stream that brings from the fount.
At the heart of time, love of one for another.
We have played along side millions of lovers,
Shared in the same shy sweetness of meeting,
the distressful tears of farewell,
Old love but in shapes that renew and renew forever.
Today it is heaped at your feet, it has found its end in you
The love of all man’s days both past and forever:
Universal joy, universal sorrow, universal life.
The memories of all loves merging with this one love of ours -
And the songs of every poet past and forever.
(~Rabindranath Tagore)
To be angered
But not angry?
To feel hopeless,
But not without hope?
To live alone,
Yet not be lonely?
To be down and out
Though complete and fulfilled?
To love someone,
But hate yourself?
Love is supposed to be an action not just an emotion. Do I love you because I feel I do ? or because you took the time to show it? Love is supposed to come from the windows of your soul and not just from the chambers in your heart. So, is it my soul that feels pain or my heart that cries when you're gone? Love is supposed to be the best form of communicating one's inner spirituality to another. But if we both are upset at one another, is it our spirits or our words that keep us a part? Love should be me writing poetry and singing silly songs of happiness, blossom trees and turtle doves. But if you don't enjoy or appreciate any of these things, has my love been wasted or misunderstood? Love should be you being able to look into my eyes while gently caressing my soul and wanting to create a home with me. What if you're too busy to look into my eyes, does that mean that we become homeless? Love is, love could be, love should be infinity times infinity and a whole lot more. But if you're the only one feeling it, and I'm the only one showing it, were we ever truly in love? |