Saturday, May 20, 2006
I have discovered immortality
And we have all had it all this while
And we have all had it all this while
I have learnt the secret of the world
And the identity of God
And these are sweet and tender and positive energies which surrounds me
And us and the world
And it is true that God and all his love and his energies reside in each and every one of us
And that is how immortality is to be found
And the identity of God
And these are sweet and tender and positive energies which surrounds me
And us and the world
And it is true that God and all his love and his energies reside in each and every one of us
And that is how immortality is to be found
My mother
I turned away from her
In my determination to be alone and independent
And left her with nothing else
But now I know I should turn back
And reclaim all the treasures of the world which I gave up
When I turned away from her
Her sweetest love
Is more precious than anything else which the world can give me
For it is a mother’s love
Which loves without condition or reason
And there is no other love which is stronger, more powerful or better than it
And she taught me to love thus so
And that is how I come to return to her
I turned away from her
In my determination to be alone and independent
And left her with nothing else
But now I know I should turn back
And reclaim all the treasures of the world which I gave up
When I turned away from her
Her sweetest love
Is more precious than anything else which the world can give me
For it is a mother’s love
Which loves without condition or reason
And there is no other love which is stronger, more powerful or better than it
And she taught me to love thus so
And that is how I come to return to her
Judgment
As I sit on the gray rock
Watching the equally cold gray ocean waves toss and turn
In equal cold gray fury against the rocks below
The sky just as gray, wide and stark, it never seems to end
And I wonder, just how hypocritical we are?
Every day, we sit and judge others so harshly
But we commit the same mistakes every day
Or even worse ones
And even if we are perfect in every which way
Who are we to judge others?
In our harsh criticism, we ourselves become the worst ones
In each and every way
Putting pressure on ourselves and on others so much
Turning the world from the way it should be
A bright, happy, colourful, forgiving world
Into a cold, unforgiving, colourless ones
Turning ourselves further away from the others
Who would have so much to give otherwise
And who would in turn have received so much that we ourselves could afford to give
If only we had let ourselves
And instead we become lonely as we should never have to be
We lead lonely lives because we force ourselves to
In my loneliness I cry for us
My tears as cold and gray as the sky and sea that separates each and every one of us
So that you never see my lonely tears
And I, in turn, never see your lonely tears
Each one of us
In the lonely night
Longs for the warmth which a loving touch could give
And that is the most wonderful thing that anyone could give or receive that nothing else could ever compare with it
©all poetry copyrighted by marilyn 2004As I sit on the gray rock
Watching the equally cold gray ocean waves toss and turn
In equal cold gray fury against the rocks below
The sky just as gray, wide and stark, it never seems to end
And I wonder, just how hypocritical we are?
Every day, we sit and judge others so harshly
But we commit the same mistakes every day
Or even worse ones
And even if we are perfect in every which way
Who are we to judge others?
In our harsh criticism, we ourselves become the worst ones
In each and every way
Putting pressure on ourselves and on others so much
Turning the world from the way it should be
A bright, happy, colourful, forgiving world
Into a cold, unforgiving, colourless ones
Turning ourselves further away from the others
Who would have so much to give otherwise
And who would in turn have received so much that we ourselves could afford to give
If only we had let ourselves
And instead we become lonely as we should never have to be
We lead lonely lives because we force ourselves to
In my loneliness I cry for us
My tears as cold and gray as the sky and sea that separates each and every one of us
So that you never see my lonely tears
And I, in turn, never see your lonely tears
Each one of us
In the lonely night
Longs for the warmth which a loving touch could give
And that is the most wonderful thing that anyone could give or receive that nothing else could ever compare with it
