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“Will you come?'..... Will you come and sit by me in this heavy silence? I do not call, for you to come and set me free. Nor do I wish, for you to come and take my agony. But will you hold me in your arms, when the tears fall, one by one? When the road ahead is too long to walk, when the pain unspoken, is heavy to the deep, and the sighs fall, in mute agony Will you come, and share with me a moment of silence? My friend, though I know, this journey is mine and mine alone; The pain is mine and mine to carry. But in the thick of grief, if the slog is heavy, Will you come, and sit by me, to let me know, I am not alone? This broken heart will stand up to life, for I will sit and sigh no more. But will flow as a river of light. Because of dark, I found the dawn. Because of agony, I found the joy. This broken heart is a mouth of songs. But while I journey from night to the morn, Will you come and sit by me, to share a moment in silence, to let me know, I am not alone?”

“The robins are singing, The sun is plunging, The farmers are hearing the call of homecoming. On sunset-bathed grass, Dusk came like a friend. Should they stay or should they go? A vastness sprawls on the distant sky, The neighbor of soul, the faceless wisdom, And in that moment, life budded into the deep.. Could it be that grandeur is heaven, that which is beyond all knowing, beyond all thunder, beyond all darkness, beyond the opening and closing, beyond perfection and decay? Is this the hour of wisdom, awakened by sunset, where nothing rises or rushes, leaving the shores with light?”

“The love-filled soul makes music in the sky. In the awakened spirit is a secret fire, to rise above the ground and kiss the sky, to awake and sense a realm so high, A vastness, a mystery where God resides, where veils are torn as the soul meets the sky. A journey, where a thousand blessings fall, and keeps you awake deep inside.”

“Without the dark, we would not be light. Every agony- does it bring the letter of ecstasy? As stones are shaped by the waves, For the sea, in motion, beats the stones, turning them into pebbles of stories of hardness and softness, How the swirl of sea, dulled the hardness, And now, though stones, they are, Yet tender remains, of ancient ages. We, too, are beaten in the pit of dark, Who wept in the valley for ages and ages, But now, a sun of light, an orb of gold.”

“Ever heard the story of discovery, of dawn after night. How the waterfall sings ecstasy to a broken heart! The night woven with fears and the heart stitched with trembling, Is curious to find what tomorrow may bring. Weeping and sighing, you fall asleep, And out steps the dawn from the womb of night. There, dawn the visitor, arrives with a gift. What gift is it? O, Heart, You see, a cup of gold. The weeping being comes quietly, with wonder in the eyes. She brushed away the teardrops that fell in the night. Oh! What wealth you brought to this begging heart of mine? From the curled clouds came the laughter, ‘I am the opening dawn, I am the paradise behind the night.’ The begging heart now sheds drops of joy. ‘Oh! But I thought the sun descended into eternity!’ Dawn exclaimed. “O, Heart, the sun only sank to pull out the gold, For the world to behold!” The seed of light fell in the soil to rise as a tree and surprise the world, Sun too, came out with a land of gold, For on the other side of night, is the land of paradise. Everything that dies returns with a gift. O Heart, do not weep, for this is the life of coming and going, Yet leaving behind a scent of eternity.”

“Quiet Revolution Beautiful hearts carry the quiet revolution, a song in thick despair. Beautiful hearts are bold, for they bloom from a wild freedom. Beautiful hearts remember unremembered people, the forgotten memories, and fill the earth with the song of their souls. Beautiful hearts see glory in the gray, dig courage into ashes. Beautiful hearts carry the music, long after it is silenced. Beautiful hearts find wisdom in kneeling, not roaring. Beautiful hearts carry heaven in their hearts. Often, the world perceives them as lost and broken, for they behold glory in the grass and flowers, while others seek it in mansions and riches. Bless them, for dawn is alive in their hearts. Bless them, for they make music in this mundane world.”