MYSELF

I have to live with myself, and so
I want to be fit for myself to know,
I want to be able, as days go by,
Always to look myself straight in the eye;
I don't want to stand, with the setting sun,
And hate myself for the things I have done.

I don't want to keep on a closet shelf
A lot of secrets about myself,
And fool myself, as i come and go,
Into thinking that nobody else will know
The kind of a man i really am;
I don't want to dress up myself in sham.

I want to go out with my head erect,
I want to deserve all men's respect;
But here in the struggle for fame and pelf
I want to be able to like myself.
I don't want to look at myself and know
That I'm bluster and bluff and empty show.

I never hide myself from me;
I see what others may never see;
I know what others may never know,
I never can fool myself, and so,
Whatever happens, I want to be
Self-respecting and conscience free.

Make it up!!!

Life is too short for grievances
For quarrels and for tears,
What's the use of wasting
Precious days and precious tears.

If there's someting to forgive
Forgive without delay
Maybe you, too, were part to blame,
So make it up today.

Be generous- forget the past
And take the broader view,
Cast away all bitterness and
Let the sunshine through.

If its within your power
A broken heart to mend,
Remember-- Love is all that
really matters-- in the end.

Let me dream

Let me sleep one more time
Let me dream one more time

This world is so scary, so frightening
Let me hide one more time

Outward faces are too much haunting
Let me dive one more time

Cruel realities becoming unbearable
Let me lost one more time

Fantasies are now revealing peace
Let me dance one more time

A sacred hidden song has started echoing
Let me sing one more time

Let me sleep one more time
Let me dream one more time

nobody cares n nobody knows

I know that I shall meet my fate..
Somewhere among the clouds above..
Those I fight I don not hate..
Those that I guard I do not love..
The years to come seems a waste of breath..
In balance with this life is this death..

You hug to your rule as a handful of dust..
And you think the round world as a sacred trust..
But the sun shines and the wind blows..
Nobody cares and nobody knows..

Rumi to Shams-i-Tabrizi

I am inebriated by the perfume of Joseph
And his beauty constantly calls me
If I have any other thought but Thee, May this
Head be separated from me
Please come, O Shams-i-Tabrizi,
And cast a kindly glance at my state
For I have bound my heart to your generosity.