Memories
Oh memories.
Why must you haunt me;
Echoing in the hallow chambers
Of my heart?
Be free.
Be free,
Leaving room
For me to
Welcome
New loves.
Memories
Oh memories.
Why must you haunt me;
Echoing in the hallow chambers
Of my heart?
Be free.
Be free,
Leaving room
For me to
Welcome
New loves.
You can fill your life with
Could have,
Should have,
Would have,
Or let it go
And live.
Your choice.
One cannot walk hurriedly on the mossy
Boulders of the river
For you will slip and fall.
One must step carefully and with purpose to
Journey across;
Footing and balance steady.
When the current is swift,
Hand in hand for support;
Unlike the paved path which
Is mindless.
When one continues to delight in the agony and
pain of those one considers either friend or foe
Then one is still
A willing prisoner of the unseen.
Listen.
Listen more.
There is such clarity,
Such sight in the listening.
Humans are always, always going to be human so accept in others
the heart is going to do what it is going to do;
the mind is going to think how it is going to think
and set your self free to hear;
to see.
to love.