MAY THE SUN BRING YOU NEW ENERGIES BY DAY.
MAY THE MOON SOFTLY RESTORE YOU BY NIGHT.
MAY THE RAIN WASH AWAY ANY WORRIES YOU MAY HAVE,
AND THE BREEZE BLOW NEW STRENGTH INTO YOUR BEING, AND THEN, ALL THE DAYS OF YOU LIFE, MAY YOU WALK GENTLY THROUGH THE WORLD ,AND KNOW ITS BEAUTY AND YOURS
Life is not about waiting for the storm to pass, get out and dance in the rain
Sometimes life sucks,times its quite simply beautiful, sometimes silence is golden, words arent enough or just get in the way.Sometimes I get nostalgic and take journeys in the quiet company of my heart the music taking me wherever.Sometimes I laugh,times I cry and then I smile again. Its all still unfolding, slowly and beautifully at its own pace..life:)
I have spread my dreams under your feet, tread softly for you tread on my dreams
The minute I heard my first love story I started looking for you, not knowing how blind that was... Lovers dont finally meet somewhere They are in each other all along..
It is said that within the soul of every woman can be found the wildness of the wolf, the intelligence, the knowing of the seasons, the belonging to ones pack
Young and innocent, playful and trusting, born into a world where one must learn to survive. I hear the call of my soul and follow, for there lie my true loves and nature. Head up and sniffing the air, I rise, shake the dust from my fur and howl to a full and glorious moon
she found the one that had been missing for so long,
The not good enough,
found her self.
And in finding herself,
that one who had been missing for so long,
she has discovered,
that she is indeed
more than good enough.
No longer hearing your words,
for she listens to the song of her own soul
Sometimes people get lost.
Sometimes they leave
that has no meaning.
Without a word, they rise
to follow their soul,
for fear that that too may
fall silent to the ear.
Then closing the door,
without backward glance.
Laying down the pen, she also laid down her hopes and dreams, for in her heart she knew, she could no longer fool herself that she was capable of writing the fairytale of love turned around.. not with her co-author...she had grown up.
No more, turning one more page believing that this time the tale would have a happy ending for she having examined the book closely, realised all the chapters thus far had followed the same theme...the dream turned to drama
Ripping out the pages that brought value and meaning to her life, she picks up her pen and closes the cover, the book lies somewhere, she knows not where.
She hears one still writes there, a tale of woe, of love abandoned.. the pages flutter in the wind, to the best of her knowledge, left unread
The book is now his and his alone, for with her pen she writes a new tale where words like love, respect, courage, faith, togetherness,freedom,security above all happiness and balance have found their home.
"And when you speak to me of love" she said
let your talk build walls
walls that protect, built on solid foundations
of trust, respect and understanding
walls where our children
have no fear of turning corners
and feel free to run and explore
walls that encase warmth and welcome
yet hold no captives
If your talk differs then
best we fall silent
and speak of love no more