Memories... Memories blur into dreams Light bleeds into truth Everything unforgiving Everything becoming hollow Loneliness consumes And there is no way back The places you played The places you called home The people you thought you loved All of them Reduced to a memory of another life Life you never lived All the yesterdays that can't form a tomorrow All the tomorrows That never came from yesterday A new beginning Because forever Is never forever.
May love and laughter lightyour days, and warm your heart and home. May good and faithful friends be yours, wherever you may roam. May peace and plenty bless your world, with joy that long endures. May all life's passing seasons bring the best to you and yours.
Life is like trying to swim on a stormy day. Most of the time you just fight the waves and try to breath, but the brief moments where things calm down you look at the sky and see the beautiful rays of sunlight escaping the clouds. And that is the most beautiful thing you have ever seen. And it just makes you think "One more time. One more fight". Because this is worth it.
My teacher used to say, "Stay in beginner's mind. Never leave beginner's mind," because in beginner's mind, the possibilities are infinite. They're open. Anything can happen. You're open to learn anything you need to learn. If your view of something needs to change, you're open for it to change. No matter how deeply you have seen something, no matter how much you think you know something, stay in beginner's mind. Don't get rigid. No matter how great a revelation you may have had, no matter how great an opening in the core and depth of your being, if you stay in innocence, in the mind that's very light, that never takes its ideas as truth, then there will be a much greater potential for your thoughts, as well as your communications with others, to be naturally inspired.
I am not a graceful person. I am not a Sunday morning or a Friday sunset. I am a Tuesday 2am, I am gunshots muffled by a few city blocks, I am a broken window during February. My bones crack on a nightly basis. I fall from elegance with a dull thud, and I apologize for my awkward sadness. I sometimes believe that I don’t belong around people, that I belong to all the leap days that didn’t happen. The way light and darkness mix under my skin has become a storm. You don’t see the lightning, but you hear the echoes.
and each and everyday will lead into tomorrow tomorrow brings on less day without you but don't wait up, just leave the light on 'cause all the roads that i might take will all one day lead back to you...
You know, Thomas Edison tried and failed nearly 2,000 times to develop the carbonized cotton-thread filament for the incandescent light bulb. And when asked about it, he said "I didn't fail; I found out 2,000 ways how not to make a light bulb," but he only needed one way to make it work.