I'm an incorrigible optimist, yet a pessimist.
I'm a realist, yet an idealist.
I'm a dreamer, yet very practical.
I'm very liberal, yet very religious.
I'm an open person, yet don't share much with anyone.
I love people, yet am solitary by nature.
I'm too giving, yet too demanding.
I'm quite broad-minded, yet very stubborn.
I'm as good a listener as bad a talker.
I’d rather be a sparrow than a snail Yes I would, if I could, I surely would I’d rather be a hammer than a nail Yes I would, if I only could, I surely would Away, I’d rather sail away Like a swan that’s here and gone A man gets tied up to the ground He gives the world it’s saddest sound Its saddest sound I’d rather be a forest than a street Yes I would, if I could, I surely would I’d rather feel the earth beneath my feet Yes I would, if I only could, I surely would
Live all you can; it's a mistake not to. It doesn't so much matter what you do in particular, so long as you have your life. If you haven't had that what have you had?
Henry James British (US -born) author (1843 - 1916)
Hello darkness, my old friend, I've come to talk with you again, Because a vision softly creeping, Left its seeds while I was sleeping, And the vision that was planted in my brain Still remains Within the sound of silence. In restless dreams I walked alone Narrow streets of cobblestone, 'Neath the halo of a street lamp, I turned my collar to the cold and damp When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light That split the night And touched the sound of silence.
And in the naked light I saw Ten thousand people, maybe more. People talking without speaking, People hearing without listening, People writing songs that voices never share And no one dare Disturb the sound of silence.
'Fools' said I, 'You do not know Silence like a cancer grows. Hear my words that I might teach you, Take my arms that I might reach you.' But my words like silent raindrops fell, And echoed In the wells of silence
And the people bowed and prayed To the neon god they made. And the sign flashed out its warning, In the words that it was forming. And the sign said, 'The words of the prophets
are written on the subway walls And tenement halls.' And whisper'd in the sounds of silence.
Please give me a moment of silence A pause for serenity Of total presence And complete absorbance
Give me a listening ear To hear the unsaid words To share expressive glances And take in hidden thoughts Be lost in understanding Reaching out to each other while standing still
Let's speak again without words Let's read more and speak less Let the trust flow again... Let us be one!
I WANDER'D lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodils; Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the Milky Way, They stretch'd in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced; but they Out-did the sparkling waves in glee: A poet could not but be gay, In such a jocund company: I gazed -- and gazed -- but little thought What wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lie In vacant or in pensive mood, They flash upon that inward eye Which is the bliss of solitude; And then my heart with pleasure fills, And dances with the daffodils.
The night is long It takes me in Making me dizzy and follow my whim Eyes are heavy with slumber deep Yet dreams are dry
Sleep is overtaken by silent noises Bleak hopes give way to strong desires Passions rise and fall.... But all is lost in the darkness of the night
Slowly reality merges with fantasy Awareness is no more With dancing lights all round and the silence screaming loud The beat of the heart slows down to a murmur The vision in the head takes its shape All is clear then, sweet and pleasant as I'm immersed in the dream state.
