Imaginations

Power comes to those who wait.
Power comes to those who know how to use it.
Power comes to those who do not take sides.
Power comes to those who do not rely on knowledge.
Power comes to those who are sincere.
Power comes to those who are free.

A Star is Born

29th September, 2005
I wish for your peaceful sleep tonight
Four decades and four years in flight
Your life is meaningful and bright
The break of dawn takes you to a greater height.

30th September, 2005
I wish for your everlasting happiness
Be blessed with eternal goodness
You receive the touch of holliness
And your every dream materializes.

Many blissful returns of the day!

With love on your Birthday as on any other day,
Wendy

Timeless

I don’t quite know how to talk to you
The communication doesn’t always break through
But that doesn’t stop me from loving you.

I don’t know what makes you smile
I will try everything, even if it is not worthwhile
Because I can’t stop loving you.

I don’t know why I do what I do
When the feelings start to rule
How much I really love you.

I don’t know if I am stupid and lost
Insane, brainless and a shameless ghost
All I know is I love you.

I know I won’t get anything in return
I didn’t ask for a kiss and a hug
All I want is only to love you.

With this love beating in my heart
I will give you all I can cast
You don’t know how truly I love you.
I really do…

Humility

If we were humble, nothing would change us - neither praise nor discouragement.

If someone were to criticize us, we would not feel discouraged.

If someone would praise us, we also would not feel proud.

~Mother Teresa

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From the great Mother I learnt that when I surrender myself completely to God and keep my mind focused on the truth of reality and to pray whole-heartedly, there is no need to search for the meaning of life. Because then life is full and complete, as I am living in the image of God.

It is better to give than to receive, better to love then to be loved and better understand than to be understood. God is not kept as a symbol, an object, a crucifix and a being that I know subjectively and neither is God what others dictate to be but is accepted and known ultimately as a presence in everything.

Not to what I think thou art but to what thou knowest thyself to be.

Heartbeat

I have to get it very right. Why do I need a reply? Let not the emotions get to my head.

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I LOVE YOU! I LOVE YOU! I LOVE YOU!

A Letter to Father

Dear papa or should I call you daddy
Whatever, leave it - both names are silly
Maybe father as I always called you
If you remember, I am your kid too
I don't mean to be rude
My writing neurotic and crude
Even when you rest in peace
I caused you unease
The trees are quiet if you want to know
Awaiting a thunder to blow
As I write you this letter
Your image is a fetter
I don't know when was the last time we hugged
Not that I mind but when I saw you on the rug
Your face a little blue
What should I do?
Touching your hand seems so strange
Air suffocates your eyes estranged
For me to be there at that moment
To you it must be a torment
Your last seconds in the host
Before a person you dread most
Though I wished you lasted a little longer
For there is a question I have no answer
Should I get a reply
I wouldn't even ask why
It's the same puzzle torturing you
A confrontation overdue
The secret now lays burried
In death it shall be cherished
Your name I carry forever
The pain I forget never
How can I learn to cry?
A thunder sounds the evening sky
But it will never rain
No water to quench the grain
As I write you this letter
Your image is a fetter.