There are way too many accidents along the way -
Unless you walk on tip---toe,
Looking seven times before moving
Another step forward
The world is noisy and too much noise renders insane the sons of men
So you tip---toe, tip---toe
Avoiding to add more mess to the crowd - progressing
Great many things are done in the silence of self-determination
A project shut in the heart succeeds better than a plan known of all -
And you tip-toe up the ladder
A surprise is sweet perfume
And a unexpected realisation has more fame than speeches of candidates -
So you tip---toe along
Until the only sound that will be heard will be the joyful applauds of proud ones surprised by the height of your achievements!
Thursday, 31 December 2015
Fake Doesn't Last
Ce qui n'est pas original finira par se ruiner
Et une amitié non sincère finira par se briser -
Telle est la leçon qu'à donné 2015
Le naturel brille comme l'aurore
Mais le coeur est impatient
Et on finit par s'accumuler des douleurs de séparations
Le forcé brise la loi de réciprocité
Le monopole de l'affection, appauvrit
Et l'on finit par perdre même sa personnalité
Il ne s'agit pas du nombre d'années;
La nature innée de l'homme se manifeste tôt ou tard,
Il suffit d'étudier patiement
Avant d'investir son coeur
Et une amitié non sincère finira par se briser -
Telle est la leçon qu'à donné 2015
Le naturel brille comme l'aurore
Mais le coeur est impatient
Et on finit par s'accumuler des douleurs de séparations
Le forcé brise la loi de réciprocité
Le monopole de l'affection, appauvrit
Et l'on finit par perdre même sa personnalité
Il ne s'agit pas du nombre d'années;
La nature innée de l'homme se manifeste tôt ou tard,
Il suffit d'étudier patiement
Avant d'investir son coeur
Friday, 4 December 2015
Plea - French Version
Juste assez de piment
Dans mon pain quotidien
Pour que je demeure assoiffée.
Juste assez d’ennuis
Durant cette vie terrestre
Pour que je continue à soupirer.
Juste assez de batailles
Durant mon séjour terrestre
Pour que je continue à me batte
Et juste assez de perte
Des personnes tant aimées
Pour que je contemple
La Cite à venir
Juste assez de batailles
Durant mon séjour terrestre
Pour que je continue à me batte
Et juste assez de perte
Des personnes tant aimées
Pour que je contemple
La Cite à venir
Priant Toujours,
Que jamais je ne trouve
Trop de paix dans ce domaine
Au point de perdre de vue
Le Palais céleste.
Plaidant constamment
De ne jamais aimer l’éphémère
Jusqu’à faire de ma destinée éternelle
Une seconde priorité.
Craignant
toujours
Quand
tous m’aiment et m’apprécient.
Et
demandant
De toujours avoir ces tests et épreuves
Pour me garder à genoux
Alors que je contemple la Cite à venir
De toujours avoir ces tests et épreuves
Pour me garder à genoux
Alors que je contemple la Cite à venir
Plea
Just enough spice
on my daily bread
to keep me thirsting.
Just enough discomfort
along this earthly life
to keep me groaning.
Just enough battles
throughout my earthly stay
to keep me fighting.
And just enough loss
of persons most beloved
to make me contemplate
that City to come -
Praying always that
Not once will I find
too much peace in this realm
till the Celestial Palace -
Fades from view -
Pleading constantly
To never love the ephemera
Till my Eternal destiny
becomes a secondary priority
Worrying always when
All love and praise my deeds,
And always demanding
To have those tests and trials
to keep me on my knees
In contemplation of that City - to come
on my daily bread
to keep me thirsting.
Just enough discomfort
along this earthly life
to keep me groaning.
Just enough battles
throughout my earthly stay
to keep me fighting.
And just enough loss
of persons most beloved
to make me contemplate
that City to come -
Praying always that
Not once will I find
too much peace in this realm
till the Celestial Palace -
Fades from view -
Pleading constantly
To never love the ephemera
Till my Eternal destiny
becomes a secondary priority
Worrying always when
All love and praise my deeds,
And always demanding
To have those tests and trials
to keep me on my knees
In contemplation of that City - to come
Friday, 20 November 2015
It is Pressure upon Pressure
It is November 2015,
I am struggling to meet
the deadlines of December 2015,
But they are already telling me
To think of October 2018
And a very long list
Of things I don't profoundly need
Hopelessly waits on the table
I must have a better laptop,
Then the latest phone,
Then the best toothpaste -
I must buy new shoes,
And eat more fruits,
And do more exercise -
I must socialise,
But I must also study
While paying rent, phone bills
and internet bills and transport bills
and friendship bills and education bills;
I must do this, and that, and that other
It is pressure upon pressure,
The weight of the head,
My shoulders can no longer bear.
The obligations of today
Are not yet met
When already at the door
Comes knocking a new deadline or a new bill;
It is an accumulation of pressure
And there is hardly any cooling off period
I am struggling to meet
the deadlines of December 2015,
But they are already telling me
To think of October 2018
And a very long list
Of things I don't profoundly need
Hopelessly waits on the table
I must have a better laptop,
Then the latest phone,
Then the best toothpaste -
I must buy new shoes,
And eat more fruits,
And do more exercise -
I must socialise,
But I must also study
While paying rent, phone bills
and internet bills and transport bills
and friendship bills and education bills;
I must do this, and that, and that other
It is pressure upon pressure,
The weight of the head,
My shoulders can no longer bear.
The obligations of today
Are not yet met
When already at the door
Comes knocking a new deadline or a new bill;
It is an accumulation of pressure
And there is hardly any cooling off period
Négligée
Aux yeux
transparents,
Au Cœur sincère,
Elle n’avait
jamais tendance
A critiquer tes chimères.
Celle dont la
main infatigable
Retenait ton
esprit épris
Te remplit de
souvenirs inoubliables
Et d’un éternel
profond désir
En couleurs
toujours rayonnantes,
L’odeur charmant
de ses parfums
Rependait un
souffle agréable
Dont la sacrée
influence
Emportait vers
les séraphins
Dans un palais en
marbre
Celle dont les
paroles de sagesse
Etaient pour toi,
source de vie
Peu à peu devint
ta tristesse ;
L’objet même de
tes mépris.
Sa douceur
ressembla à une prison
Et, bien que seul
ton bonheur, elle voulut,
Tu méprisas ses
nombreux sacrifices.
Thursday, 5 November 2015
Make-Up
Compliments, indiscriminate
Found on external portrayal
Positive adjectives resonate:
Holy, Examplary, Royal;
None of the reports within the file
Has been put through a trial
Thoughts and intentions of the heart
Deeply buried beneath hypocrisy,
The brightest of lights cannot uncover,
The highest of voltages cannot move
Only you can know and tell
The elements composant in you
Long dresses swiping floors,
Fixed ties on ironed suits,
Polished grammar and structured thoughts
Society calls such, 'good', 'perfect'
Before long, all present an image
Of social expectations
And men are all but actors with many roles
Loud 'Amen' and joyful singing
Gets the title of - Consecrated
Modest clothing and scripture talks,
The desired qualification of 'holy'
So all attempt to conduct as such
And a bunch of imitators
Form the assembly of make-believers
Thousand many titles can man receive;
He knows alone how true these talks are
And how sincere these smiles and helps are
The meditations constant in his soul alone in the darkness of the night
When none is watching and none is marking,
That's what makes man - and man is none of all he is around men
Found on external portrayal
Positive adjectives resonate:
Holy, Examplary, Royal;
None of the reports within the file
Has been put through a trial
Thoughts and intentions of the heart
Deeply buried beneath hypocrisy,
The brightest of lights cannot uncover,
The highest of voltages cannot move
Only you can know and tell
The elements composant in you
Long dresses swiping floors,
Fixed ties on ironed suits,
Polished grammar and structured thoughts
Society calls such, 'good', 'perfect'
Before long, all present an image
Of social expectations
And men are all but actors with many roles
Loud 'Amen' and joyful singing
Gets the title of - Consecrated
Modest clothing and scripture talks,
The desired qualification of 'holy'
So all attempt to conduct as such
And a bunch of imitators
Form the assembly of make-believers
Thousand many titles can man receive;
He knows alone how true these talks are
And how sincere these smiles and helps are
The meditations constant in his soul alone in the darkness of the night
When none is watching and none is marking,
That's what makes man - and man is none of all he is around men
Monday, 12 October 2015
Falling
'Tis a solemn requirement
A prescription most sacred;
The Realm MUST be entered
with pure heart, clean hands,
and a sealed soul.
Throughout the journey
Stumbling blocks, snares
often unforeseeable;
Moving forward, not always smooth
No allowance is made.
Going back; there had never been
A genuine experience -
Rebirth breaks umbilical cords
The reborn is like - a butterfly
Unpredicted, or premeditated
When in filth and shame, found today,
Were all the years of peace
Still the Outer Court?
When, as a dog to its vomits,
The heart begins, once more
to long after yesterday's vanities,
Had the sacrifice been washed?
Baptism is not achieved
before the first two steps.
In the Realm's most Inner court,
There is no turning back.
When old habits prevail
and a little voice warns,
Is it conscience?
'Tis a solemn commandment.
A prescription most sacred;
The Realm MUST be entered
with pure heart, clean hands,
and a sealed soul.
Throughout the journey
Stumbling blocks, snares
often unforeseeable;
Moving forward, not always smooth
No allowance is made.
Going back; there had never been
A genuine experience -
Rebirth breaks umbilical cords
The reborn is like - a butterfly
Unpredicted, or premeditated
When in filth and shame, found today,
Were all the years of peace
Still the Outer Court?
When, as a dog to its vomits,
The heart begins, once more
to long after yesterday's vanities,
Had the sacrifice been washed?
Baptism is not achieved
before the first two steps.
In the Realm's most Inner court,
There is no turning back.
When old habits prevail
and a little voice warns,
Is it conscience?
'Tis a solemn commandment.
Tuesday, 6 October 2015
Experience Does Teach
Who is to bring to fruition
The accumulated lessons of Experiences?
Does time, eventually, lead to
The manifestation of a life
more tried and approved?
Or does experience simply
shape life as time goes by?
Many are the times
a famous saying has pierced the ear:
Experience does teach.
If this be true, what is this teaching?
A lesson that instructs one
to become less open, more selfish
and even more suspicious of a fellow man?
Or a positive teacher that makes
its student a better citizen?
Over the years, hurt has
Made many lose the ability
to trust and to love and to forgive.
Then again, over the years,
Ignorance has led many to
lifelong and irreparable mistakes.
Experience - a useful tool, perhaps
It all comes down to
What one makes of it -
Either it shapes into a better,
more learned and more prudent person
Or it transforms into a cunning,
self-centered methodist.
Experience teaches, but
one's understanding of its lessons
is what shapes tomorrow.
The accumulated lessons of Experiences?
Does time, eventually, lead to
The manifestation of a life
more tried and approved?
Or does experience simply
shape life as time goes by?
Many are the times
a famous saying has pierced the ear:
Experience does teach.
If this be true, what is this teaching?
A lesson that instructs one
to become less open, more selfish
and even more suspicious of a fellow man?
Or a positive teacher that makes
its student a better citizen?
Over the years, hurt has
Made many lose the ability
to trust and to love and to forgive.
Then again, over the years,
Ignorance has led many to
lifelong and irreparable mistakes.
Experience - a useful tool, perhaps
It all comes down to
What one makes of it -
Either it shapes into a better,
more learned and more prudent person
Or it transforms into a cunning,
self-centered methodist.
Experience teaches, but
one's understanding of its lessons
is what shapes tomorrow.
Saturday, 12 September 2015
A TIME FOR EVERY THING
Man often lives without realising,
We are but creatures of time.
Summer does not last forever,
But, man fails to prepare wood
and fire for winter to come.
A husband may die, a government may collapse,
Yet man likes to depend on another man.
Man is often disoriented and sad.
All his happiness came from another man
And all his satisfaction came from external accomplishments
When that other man is gone
And there is continual failure,
Man feels like life has no purpose
If only man could realise that
Love may cease and success may vanish,
That every thing on earth is subject to time,
He would have but one source of satisfaction: His God,
The Only trustworthy and loyally eternal companion
When no man is the source of your happiness,
When no circumstance is the origin of your strength,
When your hope is only in the Lord,
When you understand that every thing will pass away,
When you realise that love, pain, wealth, friendship, family, sufferings, successes
will all vanish one day or another,
When you accept to let no man steal away your peace,
Only then will you be free to live life like a flying eagle
We are but creatures of time.
Summer does not last forever,
But, man fails to prepare wood
and fire for winter to come.
A husband may die, a government may collapse,
Yet man likes to depend on another man.
Man is often disoriented and sad.
All his happiness came from another man
And all his satisfaction came from external accomplishments
When that other man is gone
And there is continual failure,
Man feels like life has no purpose
If only man could realise that
Love may cease and success may vanish,
That every thing on earth is subject to time,
He would have but one source of satisfaction: His God,
The Only trustworthy and loyally eternal companion
When no man is the source of your happiness,
When no circumstance is the origin of your strength,
When your hope is only in the Lord,
When you understand that every thing will pass away,
When you realise that love, pain, wealth, friendship, family, sufferings, successes
will all vanish one day or another,
When you accept to let no man steal away your peace,
Only then will you be free to live life like a flying eagle
Wednesday, 8 July 2015
It Only takes One
Life's fragility equals it to, an egg
A single second of negligence
and it is as shattered, scattered
and as miserably broken
as the tiny little pieces of a wasted glass -
Try to walk on it carelessly, then,
It wounds the foot
Like the twinkling of an eye,
At a speed faster than a flash of light,
Life handled without care, vanishes -
It takes one bullet,
One wrong injection,
One misplaced cable,
It only takes one second
For dear precious life
To be put to an abrupt end
Those who wrongfully
Accuse or abuse others,
do not realise that,
it only takes one sentence
to ruin a reputation;
only one second to ruin
the rest of a little girl's life -
It only takes one wrongful act
to create a perpetual chain of wrongs -
One single moment can cause
a thousand more future harm
And one selfish decision
Can put a whole population to death
A single second of negligence
and it is as shattered, scattered
and as miserably broken
as the tiny little pieces of a wasted glass -
Try to walk on it carelessly, then,
It wounds the foot
Like the twinkling of an eye,
At a speed faster than a flash of light,
Life handled without care, vanishes -
It takes one bullet,
One wrong injection,
One misplaced cable,
It only takes one second
For dear precious life
To be put to an abrupt end
Those who wrongfully
Accuse or abuse others,
do not realise that,
it only takes one sentence
to ruin a reputation;
only one second to ruin
the rest of a little girl's life -
It only takes one wrongful act
to create a perpetual chain of wrongs -
One single moment can cause
a thousand more future harm
And one selfish decision
Can put a whole population to death
Tuesday, 17 March 2015
Cries are not for days gone by
Sometimes the shining sun disappears
The moon and stars retreat then
Moments where hopelessness
Torment the being with burning fears
A state of acute powerlessness
Then the heart needs someone to love
Someone to care, someone to understand
The agonizing shames and pains
That so surround the endless days
The heart needs someone to listen
Then after the whole universe has
Come and filled the cup with teardrops
Still there is no satisfaction
It is not pity I long for, not sad faces
Cries are not for days gone by
It is losing that fire that saddens
World of despairing shadows
A woman's cries piercing the heart
It is a pitiful sight yet food for motivation
As hands laid on her shoulders
I can hear the pace of my own heartbeat
Begin to boil like storming hurricanes
Then I remember why I am here
In the middle of dark clouds, I
hold on to that 'why'. It stings,
bruises, wounds the hands - yet I
hold on to it like a question of life or
death till I get to where a child may
re-find the lost smiles stolen by
poverty, war, rapes, separations and
so many more monstrous disasters
The moon and stars retreat then
Moments where hopelessness
Torment the being with burning fears
A state of acute powerlessness
Then the heart needs someone to love
Someone to care, someone to understand
The agonizing shames and pains
That so surround the endless days
The heart needs someone to listen
Then after the whole universe has
Come and filled the cup with teardrops
Still there is no satisfaction
It is not pity I long for, not sad faces
Cries are not for days gone by
It is losing that fire that saddens
World of despairing shadows
A woman's cries piercing the heart
It is a pitiful sight yet food for motivation
As hands laid on her shoulders
I can hear the pace of my own heartbeat
Begin to boil like storming hurricanes
Then I remember why I am here
In the middle of dark clouds, I
hold on to that 'why'. It stings,
bruises, wounds the hands - yet I
hold on to it like a question of life or
death till I get to where a child may
re-find the lost smiles stolen by
poverty, war, rapes, separations and
so many more monstrous disasters
Friday, 27 February 2015
A pathway is laid before all
This place is very wide
The universe is only
one
But observing
conducts of people
Two different spirits
govern all
Night reigns, shadows
of
Obscurity control
Giant walls surround thousands of people
As caged, as birds,
hopeless and unsettled
Rather than searching
for the Way of Life
People embrace
without concern
The ticking bomb that
will send them to burn
One day at the end of
the rope
Something within
longs for the unseen
Birds of an Eagle
race fight to win
One spirit reigns
over the predestined to below
But The Spirit of
Light is sent like an hallow
Of angels upon the
Elected of Above
Who fight to fly from
chains of grave
A pathway is laid
before all
As people grow into adults
with moral
Two distinct ways
derive from the pathway
Watching so many
choose luxurious left
Very few follow the
narrow right
And a spirit of war
is on the sons of night
Thursday, 26 February 2015
DOUX CHARIOT!
De la terre au
ciel, chaque jour
Doux Chariot
vient m’emmener
A la maison, ou
je reçois instructions
Sur comment
surmonter la journée à venir
Le commandement
est que je
Marche par la Foi
et non par la vue
La Foi, la Révélation
venant d’en Haut,
Doux Chariot qui
me transporte
Chaque jour dans
Sa Présence
Révélation, mon pain quotidien
Par elle je
contacte les sphères célestes
Révélation, le
Doux Chariot qui
Me connecte à ma théophanie
De ma maison
terrestre a ma demeure céleste
Doux Chariot m’emmène
et me ramène du Trône
Ou Jéhovah me
montre les choses a venir
Et me dit quoi éviter
La, je me baigne
dans la beauté de Son
Immense Paix –
heureuse
De savoir que Le Père
prend soin de tout
Doux Chariot, je
m’empresse d’entendre
Le son de ses
roues
Quand il vient
pour me transporter dans la gloire, chaque jour !
SWEET CHARIOT!
From Earth to Heaven, daily
Sweet Chariot swings back and
forth to carry me Home -
where I receive instructions
on how to live the day ahead
The commandment is that I
walk by Faith and not by sight
Faith, Revelation from on High,
The Sweet Chariot that transports me
daily in His Presence
Revelation is my daily bread
By it I contact the Heavenly Spheres
Revelation is the Sweet Chariot
that connects me to my theophany,
From my earthly home to my heavenly Home,
Sweet Chariot brings me back and
forth before the Throne
where Jehovah shows me things to come,
and tells me routes to escape
There I lay in the beauty of
immense peace - so happy
to know the Father takes care of it all
Sweet Chariot I long to hear
the sounds of its wheels,
when it comes to take me to Glory, daily!
Sweet Chariot swings back and
forth to carry me Home -
where I receive instructions
on how to live the day ahead
The commandment is that I
walk by Faith and not by sight
Faith, Revelation from on High,
The Sweet Chariot that transports me
daily in His Presence
Revelation is my daily bread
By it I contact the Heavenly Spheres
Revelation is the Sweet Chariot
that connects me to my theophany,
From my earthly home to my heavenly Home,
Sweet Chariot brings me back and
forth before the Throne
where Jehovah shows me things to come,
and tells me routes to escape
There I lay in the beauty of
immense peace - so happy
to know the Father takes care of it all
Sweet Chariot I long to hear
the sounds of its wheels,
when it comes to take me to Glory, daily!
Thursday, 12 February 2015
The Guide
From a zone unseen
to the scientific or human,
a small place where stands
The Throne without end,
Comes a voice, each morning
As loud as the ear can hear;
The ear of the heart, of the soul
Throughout the earthly stay,
He reminds, reprimands, and
guides the tried child in
The pathway of life
Repeating 'always pray'
whenever the child is dismayed
ready to give up and run away
He is the Father, and He is, His Spirit
He is the red flash before sin
Warning against the road to ruin
Bringing back to the spirit
verses, quotes, scriptures, sermons
He is the Intercessor and the Comforter
Sent from above to lead in this pilgrimage
to the scientific or human,
a small place where stands
The Throne without end,
Comes a voice, each morning
As loud as the ear can hear;
The ear of the heart, of the soul
Throughout the earthly stay,
He reminds, reprimands, and
guides the tried child in
The pathway of life
Repeating 'always pray'
whenever the child is dismayed
ready to give up and run away
He is the Father, and He is, His Spirit
He is the red flash before sin
Warning against the road to ruin
Bringing back to the spirit
verses, quotes, scriptures, sermons
He is the Intercessor and the Comforter
Sent from above to lead in this pilgrimage
Tuesday, 10 February 2015
To my gone loved one
Nothing much to say really -
It's an ocean, there aren't enough containers
To contain it's content
But it's a particular day, today
February the 10th 2015
And you would have been 16
Had He not decided to call you home
Your coming in our home was a blessing
And your leaving is still hurting
But there's all that we have to keep you alive
The rice we ate together each time mama cooked,
The seas we crossed together to reach countries,
The mountains we had to climb at such young age,
All of it was done, together
We were a team, Rigson
And I miss you sitting by my bed and telling me
your childish and shapeless stories
As I laid eaten by gastritis or blood pressure or, you know what
In fact, we all miss you and your silliness:
You burning yourself just when we were all
So ready and excited to go to church,
You locking your head between two walls
Till they had to break them to pull you out,
You telling us your goal of having a church
Where no one would even eat -
Nobody can make up the emptiness you left
But it's your birthday - so of course no sadness
Well, why don't we sing till we annoy them?
Or, what about trying to recreate the scenery
Of the earth before the world began?
Memories, that's all we have left of you
They are so precious we refuse to let go
The best thing though is that it feels like
You are always right here with us
Alone, I don't really know what to do
You can tell, I don't really know
What to say either, little brother
I guess I just wanted to wish you happy birthday
To say that even though you are no longer here
You are always with us and we love you
Till we meet again at the Saviour's feet -
It's an ocean, there aren't enough containers
To contain it's content
But it's a particular day, today
February the 10th 2015
And you would have been 16
Had He not decided to call you home
Your coming in our home was a blessing
And your leaving is still hurting
But there's all that we have to keep you alive
The rice we ate together each time mama cooked,
The seas we crossed together to reach countries,
The mountains we had to climb at such young age,
All of it was done, together
We were a team, Rigson
And I miss you sitting by my bed and telling me
your childish and shapeless stories
As I laid eaten by gastritis or blood pressure or, you know what
In fact, we all miss you and your silliness:
You burning yourself just when we were all
So ready and excited to go to church,
You locking your head between two walls
Till they had to break them to pull you out,
You telling us your goal of having a church
Where no one would even eat -
Nobody can make up the emptiness you left
But it's your birthday - so of course no sadness
Well, why don't we sing till we annoy them?
Or, what about trying to recreate the scenery
Of the earth before the world began?
Memories, that's all we have left of you
They are so precious we refuse to let go
The best thing though is that it feels like
You are always right here with us
Alone, I don't really know what to do
You can tell, I don't really know
What to say either, little brother
I guess I just wanted to wish you happy birthday
To say that even though you are no longer here
You are always with us and we love you
Till we meet again at the Saviour's feet -
Wednesday, 21 January 2015
Today
There are so many talks
Going on about yesterday,
And such a bunch of files
of talks about tomorrow
Is there a meaning to today?
What is done a minute ago
already becomes past, the next
and we live looking forward
to tomorrow - in remembering
what constituted yesterday
Have we ever wondered
If we could enjoy the present?
One step at a time,
shouldn't that be the principle?
Is today just a combination
of past and future?
The mind anticipates for the next
And man brags on about the past,
Yet it is written that past righteousness does not save the one who perverts his ways
Nor do future intentions of holiness
Justify he who still lives in sin
What has happened to today?
Though we might have been
Or plan to be rich and successful
The present state is sole factor for consideration -
Yet we fail to appreciate the uniqueness of each day;
Too busy planning tomorrow
Or too wearied regretting yesterday...
Life is not an unmovable mountain
Hey, river! They say I am - strong
And they also say, I am - resilient
That like a rock when I knock
at the door, it hits so hard
they just have to open
But mind you, I cannot be
A mountain - it is tall
and stagnant. Yes, stagnant
It doesn't know what it means
to talk about winds and waves
Nothing is there to shake it,
Unless there is an earthquake
That is not quite
what life is all about
There are turns and downs and ups,
transpositions and changes -
Life is not an unmovable mountain
So I said that
I would like to be called a river
When I stand by the bank,
An image of me reflects
Through your waters
It is me inside there
And it is you inside here
River, you are not just
the peaceful melodies
You don't always dance in harmony
When the winds blow so high
and the waves raise you turbulently,
It smells death and you are in panic
You rise and shake as if
you were stabbed, then you go
pass your borders and flood the living
At that moment, you empty
your reservoirs and, it looks
like your history is wiped from the earth
But surprisingly, tomorrow
it rains and there you are, filled once more
The same rain can make you overflow
and flood the earth, but
you are never scared to accept it -
just one more time
Once more, you pace yourself
and restart playing melodies
that inspire the musicians
When waves come and bring tsunami
you lose the rhythm and it sounds threatening
But tomorrow you are back in your position,
Ready to live and rejoice again!
It is not about being strong,
Strength is nothing but the ability
To fall so low and be able to
stand back up again
When the past has knocked me so bad
It looks like it's determined my future,
It is that same past I should accept
to be determined by my future
And they also say, I am - resilient
That like a rock when I knock
at the door, it hits so hard
they just have to open
But mind you, I cannot be
A mountain - it is tall
and stagnant. Yes, stagnant
It doesn't know what it means
to talk about winds and waves
Nothing is there to shake it,
Unless there is an earthquake
That is not quite
what life is all about
There are turns and downs and ups,
transpositions and changes -
Life is not an unmovable mountain
So I said that
I would like to be called a river
When I stand by the bank,
An image of me reflects
Through your waters
It is me inside there
And it is you inside here
River, you are not just
the peaceful melodies
You don't always dance in harmony
When the winds blow so high
and the waves raise you turbulently,
It smells death and you are in panic
You rise and shake as if
you were stabbed, then you go
pass your borders and flood the living
At that moment, you empty
your reservoirs and, it looks
like your history is wiped from the earth
But surprisingly, tomorrow
it rains and there you are, filled once more
The same rain can make you overflow
and flood the earth, but
you are never scared to accept it -
just one more time
Once more, you pace yourself
and restart playing melodies
that inspire the musicians
When waves come and bring tsunami
you lose the rhythm and it sounds threatening
But tomorrow you are back in your position,
Ready to live and rejoice again!
It is not about being strong,
Strength is nothing but the ability
To fall so low and be able to
stand back up again
When the past has knocked me so bad
It looks like it's determined my future,
It is that same past I should accept
to be determined by my future
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