Renewal

You might have heard me sing of love,
When all your hopes are lost and gone,
While time has moved silently,
Shrouded love with forgetfulness.

This love has become the truth,
Now to be sung from rooftops,
For the near and far to wonder,
What makes this love so special?

The earth celebrates the touch of rain,
With many fresh green sprouts of life
That peek through the little space
Found on walls, floors and ground.

You are like rain that fed the earth,
With positive thoughts and beliefs,
With rare dreams and fantasies,
Hardly said aloud or acknowledged.

It's the piece of earth in me
That loves the rain of your memories.

Lovestories

I wonder all the time
How one could write
A love story without
Adding a cliche or two.

What about hearts beating
Words that are unspoken
Warm eyes that tell stories
Or silences that speak.

Nor could you ignore
A heart as good as gold,
Or a broken or weary one
Or sad partings or ends.

One could add kisses
That last an eternity
Or smiles that set
Hearts on fire, always.

Or add no endings
Except happily ever after
Or of coming in dreams
Or the tests of true love.

Despite all the cliches,
That you and I created,
It's them who live them,
Others to the fullest. 

With or without it
All the cliches don't say-
Of a life with you in real
Or the life without you.

whyuseclichesinlovestories

For Marriage

 












As spring unfolds the dream of the earth,
May you bring each other's hearts to birth.

As the ocean finds calm in view of land,
May you love the gaze of each other's mind.

As the wind arises free and wild,
May nothing negative control your lives.

As kindly as moonlight might search the dark,
So gentle may you be when light grows scarce.

As surprised as the silence that music opens,
May your words for each other be touched with reverence.

As warmly as the air draws in the light,
May you welcome each other's every gift.

As elegant as dream absorbing the night,
May sleep find you clear of anger and hurt.

As twilight harvests all the day's color,
May love bring you home to each other.

 
John O'Donohue, To Bless the Space Between Us

Purple Riot

 

You were the little that I gave away once,

In a season, that I’ve never ever forgotten.

Dear, you were mine from the first time,

Your eyes locked mine in a tender gaze.

The purple riot began and took root slowly

Who would've thought, who would've known

With us, it looks like spring all of the time,

To snow in the dawn and to melt by evening.

The sunshine that returns or the many songs,

One day sitting nearby feeling the full riot, 

The deep desire in your eyes that sang to me

The whole night when you held me close.

You were the knight whose arms held me,

While I sang the songs of this purple riot.

 

Blessings

May there be every blessing, and may all of the gods protect you,

by the power of all the Buddhas may you be safe forever!

May there be every blessing, and may all of the gods protect you,

by the power of all that is Dhamma may you be safe forever!

May there be every blessing, and may all of the gods protect you,

by the power of the whole Saṅgha may you be safe forever!