i carry your heart with me (i carry it in
my heart) i am never without it (anywhere
i go you go, my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing, my darling)
i fear
no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) i want
no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)

Smile, without a reason why
Love, as if you were a child,
Smile, no matter what they tell you
Don't listen to a word they say
Cause life is beautiful that way.

Tears, a tidal wave of tears
Light, that slowly disappears
Wait, before you close the curtain
There is still another game to play
And life is beautiful that way

Here with his eyes forevermore
I will always be as close as you
remember from before
Now that you

i have learned this lesson so hard
the mind can't decide to let go
the heart must decide on its own.
when your eyes meet theirs
and the world fades away
you'll tell yourself you're not in love
but soon you'll see in some strange way
that love does not listen to logic.
you tell your mind it never will be
but your heart will keep hoping
for the love there beneath
and in just the last second
when you're finally convinced
that you've fallen so hard
for this personal bliss,
your mind will suddenly see
that maybe love will be.
and it really doesn't matter
how many times you speak the lie
and tell yourself youre free
your love will not listen to logic.
it knows where it longs to be
and no amount of thinking
can pull you from the dreadful hope
as much as you wish it could be
you wish it never was.
and i could ask my heart
a million times over
to forget all the things that i've heard
but i've already learned in some strange way
that love does not listen to logic.

Tears of Yesterdays.... Robert Sobota-Tulip.

I keep my paint brush with me
Wherever I may go,
In case I need to cover up
So the REAl me doesn't show.
I'm so afraid to show you me,
Afraid of what you'll do - that
You might laugh or say mean things.
I'm afraid I might lose you.
I'd like to remove all my paint coats
To show you the real,true me,
BUT I WANT YOU TO TRY AND UNDERSTAND,
I need you to accept what you see.
So If you'll be patient and close your eyes,
I'll strip off all my coats real slow.
Please understand how much it hurts
To let the real me show.
Now my coats are all striped off.
I feel naked,bare and cold,
And if you still love me with all that you see,
You are my friend,PURE AS GOLD.
I need to save my paint brush,through,
And hold it in my hand,
I want to keep it handy
In case someone doesn't understand.
So please protect me, my dear friend
And thanks for loving me true,
But please let me keep my paint brush with me
Until I LOVE ME, TOo

Journey of the soul.......

Your heart is filled with pain.Your mind cluttered with confusion.
Pieces of your life fall around you.Like raindrops in the storm.
The path you chose so long ago,Led you straight to hurts door.
Now your weary feet struggle,To find the road back home
Searching for the places,The love and beauty hide.
Temptations lie in wait all around, pulling at your every step,
Waiting for you to slide back,form the chosen,sought for, path.
Emptiness surrounds you,confusing your perction.
IT is difficult to carry on.
I will do my best to fill your heart with joy,To clear the cobwebs of confusions,
Help you find your purpose.I am good at catching pieces,And I can chase away a storm.
Let me walk your beside you,I have walked this road before.
You can lean on me when the weariness comes.
My shoulders are very strong.I can not fight your battle,
or chase away demons of the soul,
But I can lend you my strength,until you find your own.
I will help you find the courage,To face each day anew.
I cancan not shorten the journey you must make,
The road is just as long as before.
But I can fill the emptiness,And help you reach your center,
The place where love and beauty hide.
Take my hand ,be my friend,Let me walk with you awhile.

Gitanjali by Rabindranath Tagore

“Where the mind is without fear
and the head is held high,
where knowledge is free.
Where the world has not been broken up into fragments by narrow domestic walls.
Where words come out from the depth of truth,
where tireless striving stretches its arms toward perfection.
Where the clear stream of reason has not lost it's way
into the dreary desert sand of dead habit.
Where the mind is led forward by thee
into ever widening thought and action.
In to that heaven of freedom, my father,
LET MY COUNTRY AWAKE!”