There is nothing in the universe that you are not
Everything you want, look for it within yourself-
you are that.
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My Burning Heart
My heart is burning with loveAll can see this flameMy heart is pulsing with passionlike waves on an oceanmy friends have become strangersand I’m surrounded by enemiesBut I’m free as the windno longer hurt by those who reproach meI’m at home wherever I amAnd in the room of loversI can see with closed eyesthe beauty…
for your pain will keep giving birth to more pain
as effortlessly as your body yields its scent.’
Who Makes These Changes?
Who makes these changes?I shoot an arrow right.It lands left.I ride after a deer and find myselfChased by a hog.I plot to get what I wantAnd end up in prison.I dig pits to trap othersAnd fall in. I should be suspiciousOf what I want.
In The End
In the end, the mountains of imagination were nothingbut a house.And this grand life of mine was nothing but an excuse.You’ve been hearing my story so patiently for a lifetimeNow hear this: it was nothing but a fairy tale.
The Ravings Which My Enemy Uttered I Heard Within My Heart
The ravings which my enemy uttered I heard within my heart;the secret thoughts he harbored against me I also perceived.His dog bit my foot, he showed me much injustice; I do notbite him like a dog, I have bitten my own lip.Since I have penetrated into the secrets of individuals like menof God, why should…
Love is reckless; not reason.
Love comes on strong,consuming herself, unabashed.Yet, in the midst of suffering,Love proceeds like a millstone,hard surfaced and straightforward.Having died of self-interest,she risks everything and asks for nothing.Love gambles away every gift God bestows.Without cause God gave us Being;without cause, give it back again.
You personify God’s message.
You reflect the King’s face.
There is nothing in the universe that you are not
Everything you want, look for it within yourself-
you are that.
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The Death Of The Hired Man – Poem by Robert Frost
Mary sat musing on the lamp-flame at the tableWaiting for Warren. When she heard his step,She ran on tip-toe down the darkened passageTo meet him in the doorway with the newsAnd put him on his guard. “Silas is back.”She pushed him outward with her through the doorAnd shut it after her. “Be kind,” she said.She…
Sonnet Cviii by William Shakespeare
What’s in the brain that ink may characterWhich hath not figured to thee my true spirit?What’s new to speak, what new to register,That may express my love or thy dear merit?Nothing, sweet boy; but yet, like prayers divine,I must, each day say o’er the very same,Counting no old thing old, thou mine, I thine,Even as…
Good Hours – Poem by Robert Frost
I had for my winter evening walk-No one at all with whom to talk,But I had the cottages in a rowUp to their shining eyes in snow. And I thought I had the folk within:I had the sound of a violin;I had a glimpse through curtain lacesOf youthful forms and youthful faces. I had such…
The Road Not Taken – Poem by Robert Frost
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,And sorry I could not travel bothAnd be one traveler, long I stoodAnd looked down one as far as I couldTo where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the other, as just as fair,And having perhaps the better claimBecause it was grassy and wanted wear,Though as for that…
Any soul that drank the nectar of your passion was lifted.
Death came, smelled me, and sensed your fragrance instead.From then on, death lost all hope of me.
Sonnet Lviii by William Shakespeare
That god forbid that made me first your slave,I should in thought control your times of pleasure,Or at your hand the account of hours to crave,Being your vassal, bound to stay your leisure!O, let me suffer, being at your beck,The imprison’d absence of your liberty;And patience, tame to sufferance, bide each cheque,Without accusing you of…