You will live long, love many times.
You will live long, love many times.
Did Chouang dream he was a butterfly?
Yes, you are flame, but I surround and love you,
Always extend beyond you, cool, eternal,
To take you into my heart's great void of silence.
The one you love leans forward, smiles, deceives you,
Opens a door through which you see dark dreams.
Let us return, hear music, and forget .
Each cries a secret.
Yet I am here, talking of laughter.
Beauty is naught to me.
We are once more defrauded by the mind.
And you, who smile about you at this room,
Is it foretold
That you must step from tumult into gloom,
Forget me, love another?
I see a shadow of secret crimes.
Dreaming they stand, dreaming they walk.
The starr'd leaves are silently turned,
And the mooned leaves;
And as they are turned, fall the shadows of life and death.
He yields us our desire.
The doors of night are closed.
I walk in a cloud of wonder; I am glad.
How could I find it in my heart to hurt you,
You, whom this love could hurt much more than I?
The poets and the prophecies are ours:
and these are with us as we turn, in turn,
the leaves of love that fill the Book of Change.
Laughter and love and work and god;
As I shall talk of these same things hereafter
In wave and sod.
Is he sad and happy and foolish and wise?
All lovely things will have an ending, All lovely things will fade and die; And youth, that's now so bravely spending, Will beg a penny by and by.
Horns mutter down to silence.
And she you love may come to you when you call her .
The soul is drawn away, beyond horizons.
The hour is open as the mind is open.
Was it all a dream?
I tell you this, young man, so that your expectations of life
Will not be too great.
I love you, what star do you live on?
And the shadows of tree-trunks and shadows of leavesInterlace with low voices and footsteps and sunlightTo divide us forever.
Love and god, and laughter,
Sunlight, and work, and pain .
Music I heard with you was more than music, and bread I broke with you was more than bread. Now that I am without you, all is desolate; all that was once so beautiful is dead.
And one goes out to death.
Separate we come, and separate we go, And this be it known, is all that we know.
The place is checked with shadows.
Tell us the truth, old lady!
Firefly's my name, I am evanescent.
Upon a scarlet cloth a white skull lies.
We eddy about her, move away in silence.
No, I shall not say why it is that I love you-
Why do you ask me, save for vanity?
Death is a meeting place of sea and sea.
Now I sink into you, for love of sleep.
The peachtree in the poem is still here.
Now I am still, whose life was mazed with motion.
This, in its way,
Is a kind of fame.
We are the ghosts of the singing furies .
The scene was pain, and nothing but pain.
No, and it was not you I saw with anger.
At a musical concert ... the music's pure algebra of enchantment.
Closed as the mind is closed.
Jean, whose laughter flashed over depths of terror,
And Eloise, who desired to love but dared not;
Doris, who turned alone to the dark and cried,
They are blown away like windflung chords of music,
They drift away; the sudden music has died.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories