41. My Creed
Famous Poem
To live as gently as I can;
To be, no matter where, a man;
To take what comes of good or ill
And cling to faith and honor still;
Famous Poem
To live as gently as I can;
To be, no matter where, a man;
To take what comes of good or ill
And cling to faith and honor still;
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Wait, you say, but I want to know.
Wait, you say, but it's just so slow.
Do I need to live with the questions
Or simply wait for your confession?
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I'd be happy, only if...
Our often deceptive belief -
If I were a superstar,
Ever gotten there?
To that place where
You have nothing to prove
and can just be.
I love the flowers that bloom in spring,
for all the joy and love they bring.
I love the sun that warms the sky
Look at my soul, what do you see?
A diverse human spirit hiding in me.
Protective barriers and walls I build.
Whilst living behind them, a life unfulfilled.
My words are like my heart beat.
They tell the world that I'm alive.
They recite the tale of who I am
And of all I have survived.
I hate people who’ve hurt me
so you’ll never hear me say
I must love them harder.
I know that
It's not so easy....
Anyone can spot others' flaws.
It's easy, like a blink of the eyes.
I am a lost traveler like a million others
Having no destination and no direction
With rocky road and no companion
And still I wander and wonder
Famous Poem
I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: "Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown
We can all live and just be
Who we are meant to be in life.
Allowing love to set us free,
Rather than giving into strife.
It’s the little things
isn’t it
that mean more than anything
and the simple pleasures
There is no reason to feel troubled
if your path has not been made clear to you yet.
When you remain true to your spirit,
courageous in action,
Your springtime has gone.
Your summers have passed.
Autumn's now waving goodbye.
The future is too far away to dream of.
The past is too far behind to dwell on.
The world is too big to go unnoticed.
Nature is too beautiful to be passed by.
How do you measure success in this life?
And who should decide if you fail?
Do life's sweet temptations guide you along?
Or in the end does your conscience prevail?
If this day is my last,
I will be rejoicing,
Reminiscing my memories since my life came to being.
I will spend this day only by praying
You are the only one
who can save you
no one else can
do it for you
I can't prevent attitudes
from knocking upon my door,
but I decide which to let in
and which ones to ignore.