Beauty of Truth

'Every day we slaughter our finest impulses. That is why we get a heartache when we read those lines written by the hand of a master and recognize them as our own, as the tender shoots which we stifled because we lacked faith to believe in our own powers,our own criterion of truth and beauty.
Every man,when he gets quiet,when he becomes desperately honest with himself , is capable of uttering profound truths. We all derive from the same source.There is no mystery about the origin of things. We are all part part of creation, all kings,all poets,all musicians; we have only to open up, only to discover what is already there...' h.m.

remembering...

falling in and out

as days and months go by-Im falling
as seasons come and change-Im falling
as the time runs out time-Im falling
I no longer wonder why
Its the moment to rearrange
my interior design
to make it pure and sublime-Im falling

you are the page I keep on turning
with the feeling of no returning
as I shall be turning a new leaf
and remember in what I believe

and I keep on and on
keep on falling in and out
keep on falling in and out
of love with you

winter,spring and summer passed
today as the leaves are falling down
for me its the new calling
cause Im falling in and out
cause Im falling out of love
with the new calling from above..