Butterflies

In a beautiful butterfly,
Your face comes so true to me.

Through a pretty butterfly
You come flying so serene into me.

As the tiny wings flutter
I watch with love and joy
and wonder how it could be
that I see your face coming to me.

With beauty and grace
you perch among the flowers
as if searching for a special place.
Oh if I could only turn my heart
into a bed of flowers
for you to fly and hide
and secretly whisper to me
with fluttering wings how you love me.

Warm and kind is our friendship
so rare like a beautiful butterfly.

Welcome to my garden of happy thoughts
where butterflies fly along
the paths of lovely flowers.

You are so special in my life.
So innocent and pure is our friendship.
I care for you with a heart full of joy.
You are mine, I love you.

God, help me not to be possessive.
Love is freedom in true sense.
Possession is selfishness.
God, help me not to be possessive.

(When we fall in love, we think love is possessing the other. It takes time and maturity to realize that real love is freedom and never possessive. So we do experience divinity in selfless love).

Stay alive please..

For being a good friend, thank you, I'd never knew that you're my horse to ride on, and to look out on the world
You see through my disguise, You did never let me be that ordinary man.
For the knowledge you instilled in me, now I'm filling out some paperwork,
I search within myself to find a way to put a blame, and queries on you.
When I was a toddler and I didn't.
Did you ever realize, how much I love you.!!!
And the though of losing you brings tears into my eyes and destroy everything beautiful from my vision,
Though you taught me real men... O please ... don't cry, It so hard for me to hold it back.
There are special people around the world, but we "you and i" are so special in this world our own small world. Its hard for them to understand The bond between you and I,
Is what deepens our connection in I, myself, My father and My son.
This is a so very hard day for me my fathers.. please stay strong, just please don't you ever pass away.. don't you know that you will leave me alone in this world.
Thank you, you dedicated me your life
My mentor, the greatest teacher I ever had, not enough to put into words,
I just wish I could, make you proud of me.

This world where i belong

This life is a hospital where every patient is possessed with the desire to change beds; one man would like to suffer in front of the stove, and another believes that he would recover his health beside the window.
It always seems to me that I should feel well in the place where I am not, and this question of removal is one which I discuss incessantly with my soul.
'Tell me, my soul, poor chilled soul, what do you think of going to live in another country...? 
It must be warm there or maybe much colder, and there you would invigorate yourself like a star falling, or just be another stranger in unknown train station. This city is on the sea-shore; or full of deserted land o..
My soul does not reply.
'Since you are so fond of stillness, coupled with the show of movement, would you like to move into Holland,
that beatifying country ? Perhaps you would find some diversion in that land whose image you have so often admired in the art galleries. What do you think of Rotterdam, you who love forests  and ships moored at the foot of houses ?
My soul remains silent.... Not a word. Could my soul be dead ?
'Is it then that you have reached such a degree of lethargy that you acquiesce in your sickness .. it seems to me as another hopeless case ?
At last my soul finally explodes, and wisely cries out to me: 
No matter where ! 
No matter where ! As long as it's out of this world..!