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On Friendship Kahlil Gibran

Your friend is your needs answered. He is your field which you sow with love and reap with thanksgiving. And he is your board and your fireside. For you come to him with your hunger, and you seek him for peace.
When your friend speaks his mind you fear not the “nay” in your own mind, nor do you withhold the “ay.” And when he is silent your heart ceases not to listen to his heart; For without words, in friendship, all thoughts, all desires, all expectations are born and shared, with joy that is unacclaimed. When you part from your friend, you grieve not; For that which you love most in him may be clearer in his absence, as the mountain to the climber is clearer from the plain. And let there be no purpose in friendship save the deepening of the spirit. For love that seeks aught but the disclosure of its own mystery is not love but a net cast forth: and only the unprofitable is caught.
And let your best be for your friend. If he must know the ebb of your tide, let him know its flood also. For what is your friend that you should seek him with hours to kill? Seek him always with hours to live. For it is his to fill your need, but not your emptiness. And in the sweetness of friendship let there be laughter, and sharing of pleasures. For in the dew of little things the heart finds its morning and is refreshed.


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Poem … Your voice

Your voice
Your voice reaches my ears like clear water river
and pours into mine, flooding it with affection.
Your voice always transports me into another universe,
out of me coming to you, looking for that destination
sometimes I perceive that far, and arises such blundser,
then only is your voice who brings me close to your path.

Your voice has been created exactly to your measure,
you fondle me with her, and kiss me with your voice,
I abandon myself to the ear, it`s my voice who gives you
words as being caresses, silences where I kiss you,
and your voice, my voice together resemble bodies in love.


– A beautiful poem with beautiful music 🙂

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Poem of today: Life is too short

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Poem …. Life is a journey


Birth is a beginning
and death a destination
And life is a journey:

From childhood to maturity
and youth to age;

From innocence to awareness
and ignorance to knowing;

From foolishness to desecration
and then perhaps to wisdom.

From weakness to strength or
from strength to weakness
and often back again;

From health to sickness
and we pray to health again.

From offense to forgiveness
from loneliness to love

from joy to gratitude
from pain to compassion

from grief to understanding
from fear to faith.

From defeat to defeat to defeat
until looking backwards or ahead

We see that victory lies not
at some high point along the way

but in having made the journey
step by step
a sacred pilgrimage.

Birth is a beginning
and death a destination

And life is a journey;

A sacred journey to life everlasting.

(- Anonymous)

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Poem: Be happy, not perfect

Written by Patricia Walter

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Poem: Nothing seems real

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Poem about change

I step into the future
Don’t know what’s in store
I’ll be walking new pathways
Learning more
Meeting new faces,
Making new friends,
The time has come to move on,
It’s time to change.

It’s hard to leave the things you know and understand
And set out on a journey on unfamiliar land
It’s hard to leave old friends behind and walk away,
But the time has come to move on, it’s time to change.

But my friends are a part of me,
A part of my personality,
Always there to guide me
Wherever I happen to be
The past leaves its mark on me,
And makes me the person I am
And the good things go with me
When it’s time to change.

The seasons turn
And the years move on
Nothing ever stands still
Changing day by day,,,
Good wishes go with me
And speed me on towards the sun
The time has come to move on,
It’s time to change.

The seasons turn, and the years move on,
Nothing ever stands still, changing day by day
Good wishes go with me
And speed me on towards the sun
The time has come to move on,.
It’s time to change.

Change for the better?
Change for the worse?
Who can tell it better…
It’s for me to make it work
The sun is up and shining
And there’s a rainbow in the sky
I’m going to find my pot of gold,
It’s time to change.
It’s time to change, It’s time to change,
The time has come to move on,
it’s time to change.

Written by Trixie Asirvatham

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