Inspiration is like a gentle breeze it slowly passes, softly touches,
leaves an everlasting impression and awakens the eternal soul!
Man
tends to act either out of inspiration or out of desperation. But be
careful often acts done in desperation lead to miseries.
Today, i got a dream, so weird..
"I saw me with a lonely vanishing shadow whispering tenderly
Just keep going.
Just keep giving.
Just keep kicking.
Just keep striking.
You may not click but just keep clicking.
You may not hit but just keep hitting.
There can never be a getting without going.
There can never be a growing without sowing.
There can never be a achieving without failing.
And you who he walking in the valley of hope and dreams, Always remember you gonna bloom if only you bear the gloom",
So, it was night full of hopes and dream,and i asked myself dreams, hopes So what...!
In some eyes is laying asleep a little dream,
sky is silver and the road is lighten with moonlight, a glaze; a blaze
of the sight of a shooting star calling for the creatures of the night
and darkest nights are no longer to stay cause the dawn is about to
break the day..!
And where there is a burning desire there is a pool of replenishing hopes,
it
will always be like this too shall pass through whatever good or bad
life will sail through.
Once the mountains will bathe in the sunshine the dust;
the dirt; the dark will glow white and will turn all things bright for
where there is life there is a dream to live and hope to achieve and again dream,
in between life and living there is a valley of hopes and valley of ever
lasting dreams..
She sat with fear in her eyes contemplating the overturned cup.
She said;
My son, do not be sad, Love is written for you.
My son, he who dies for the religion of the beloved has died a martyr.
Your cup, is a terrifying world.
Your life, travels and wars.
You will love often, my son.
And return as the king who has been conquered... In your life, my son, there is a woman.
Her eyes ... Praise be to Him who is worshiped,
Her mouth ... is drawn as bunches of grapes;
Her laughter ... is music and roses.
But your sky is full of rain and your path blocked for your heart’s beloved,
my son,
Sleeps in a haunted castle. The castle is large,
my son.
It is guarded by dogs… and soldiers.
Your heart’s princess is sleeping.
He who enters her chamber is lost.
He who asks for her hand, is lost,
He who descends the walls of her garden, Is lost.
He who attempts to touch her hair, My son, Is lost . . . lost.
I have looked and read often, but never have I read a cup like yours.
I have never known, my son, Sadness like yours.
It is your destiny ever to walk in love, upon the edge of a dagger. To remain lonely as the oysters, sad as the willow
It is your destiny ever to remain in the sea of love, without rescue, To love her with millions of times, And to return as the deposed king.
