Blessed are they who can carryA smile on their faceThey are ones who have foundInner peace in life’s mace

Not all things that fall down break. Some develop wings.

When has life listened to anyone?It goes on at its own pace...Limping, when we wish it should run, And when calm desired, sprinting as in a race…

Close your eyes for a whileThe image that conjures is your soulmate Don’t pause, rush and say what you feelAfter all time and tide for none wait…

Discarded lay all the dreamsIn the bin of unwanted thingsTill you came and set them freeAnd, to soar, gave them wings…

Hold my hands O Lord!Teach me to walk once againMy mind is covered with clouds darkAnd my soul wriggles in pain!

Where all lines and rays convergeWhere no one can travel furtherOne finds the abode of the soulAnd here, all routes one can augur

The songs of separation Are not always full of painOften they talk of the fondnessThat flows in the lovers’ veins…

What looks as a dead and dark end can become a glowing and shimmering start only if one has the patience to keep trying with positivity in the mind...

Even ripples have a rhythmTo feel it, listen to their soundTap your feet as they directAnd joy shall abound…

Before the tears of the eyes dry outLet them sprinkle words on the paper Life is short and the man shall dieBut the words shall live on forever...

Humble yourself and Learn or by all means Teach and or mentor someone.

In America we have gone way beyond sustenance. Eating is an activity. 'Why don’t we get lunch, and then we’ll grab some pizza.

If, as Heraclitus suggests, god, like an oracle, neither "declares nor hides, but sets forth by signs, " then clearly I had better be scrying the signs.

Now I see that if one doesn't know how to die, one can hardly know how to live - because deathis a part of life.

The maxim "Nothing avails but perfection" may be spelled "Paralysis."

I'm not as good a swimmer as I used to be - thanks to evolution.

The garden is a metaphor for life, and gardening is a symbol of the spiritual path.

I own no enemy on earth. That is my creed.

I'm comedy's forgotten nearly man.

It's like, it's up to the people to fall in love with the song. The record company can only do so much.