What is Love - That Can Never Die
What is love but the beauty of a flower
Water me and I flourish
Value me and I bloom
Forget me and I die
What is love but the beauty of a flower
I am the rose, a bud, a thought
I live within your heart and wait
For the mirror to shine
I wait for you to reveal yourself
And know true love divine
I am the leaf, I belong to the tree
I am love, I flutter, I breathe, I thrive
And when the sun goes down
I fall, to the earth to create new life, not mine
The flower can't die
The leaf cannot be destroyed
Nothing can remove the flower from this universe
The only thing that can happen
Is that one day, that flower you'll not find
Eaten, buried, burned, dead, the flower will change
But nothing was destroyed. Only it changed in form
Only the picture of that flower is the problem
Its form got stuck in your mind.
Love cannot die
People cannot leave
Love cannot hold
Love is the flower
Love is beyond mind
Love is the mist of the future
Left behind.
What is anger my friend? Isn't it also a blessing of life. Be wary and never trust those who lack it. You will discover, they are pretenders. Anger can be expressed in molecules of emotion, or in huge chunks of violence, in the cancer of a cell or the trauma of a tsunami.
Beware the yogi, who sells the myth. The peace lover who sells the dream. Beware the therapist who gets rid of it. Anger is meant to be.
Never believe that what a person is angry about is the real cause of their anger. They have just found something to bring it out. Anger at a lover, might be anger at a brother, never take it personally.
Nor believe that your desire to eliminate anger is anything but denial. Our fear of angry people is our fear of ourselves. Our aspiration to be rid of anger in ourselves and others is our desire to be squeezed into a box in which we are liked. If everyone loved us, we'd just be natural as all hell.
The most angry people are those tied up with those who can't express or admit it. The peacy - peacy person breads an angry child, the angry father breads a peaceful child. What you repress others express. To change another, express what you repress. Balance is always maintained.
Water me and I flourish
Value me and I bloom
Forget me and I die
What is love but the beauty of a flower
I am the rose, a bud, a thought
I live within your heart and wait
For the mirror to shine
I wait for you to reveal yourself
And know true love divine
I am the leaf, I belong to the tree
I am love, I flutter, I breathe, I thrive
And when the sun goes down
I fall, to the earth to create new life, not mine
The flower can't die
The leaf cannot be destroyed
Nothing can remove the flower from this universe
The only thing that can happen
Is that one day, that flower you'll not find
Eaten, buried, burned, dead, the flower will change
But nothing was destroyed. Only it changed in form
Only the picture of that flower is the problem
Its form got stuck in your mind.
Love cannot die
People cannot leave
Love cannot hold
Love is the flower
Love is beyond mind
Love is the mist of the future
Left behind.
What is anger my friend? Isn't it also a blessing of life. Be wary and never trust those who lack it. You will discover, they are pretenders. Anger can be expressed in molecules of emotion, or in huge chunks of violence, in the cancer of a cell or the trauma of a tsunami.
Beware the yogi, who sells the myth. The peace lover who sells the dream. Beware the therapist who gets rid of it. Anger is meant to be.
Never believe that what a person is angry about is the real cause of their anger. They have just found something to bring it out. Anger at a lover, might be anger at a brother, never take it personally.
Nor believe that your desire to eliminate anger is anything but denial. Our fear of angry people is our fear of ourselves. Our aspiration to be rid of anger in ourselves and others is our desire to be squeezed into a box in which we are liked. If everyone loved us, we'd just be natural as all hell.
The most angry people are those tied up with those who can't express or admit it. The peacy - peacy person breads an angry child, the angry father breads a peaceful child. What you repress others express. To change another, express what you repress. Balance is always maintained.
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