You came into my life
Quietly, simply, tenderly…
The world stood still
I could not say a word
Nor a single gestured showed.
The feeling kept in my heart
So I’ve loved you in silence
Worshiped you from a distance
And dreampt of you so often.
I want to say I Love You,
But I’m afraid…
Afraid that you’ll just take it for granted.
In silence then, I’ll just love you.
In silence I’ll find…
The fulfillment of my dreams.
Love You in Silence by Honey Cai (source)
At the Pond
Reviewing the past, long ago,
Pondering the future, so far away.
Things we have done, things we will do,
A short break from time we take.
Silence, for a moment. Not a sound.
The world hangs quietly in balance.
Then the cat moves on, much to do.
Some day to the pond she will return.
Who Is We
by Todd Hudzinski, (January 1984)
This plight we share
In all it consists of humanity, it’s ignorance
It’s belonging, it’s peace of mind and body
We need time for reflection and dreams
A life separate, alone to contemplate
The course of deliverance
Too many times we are caught up in ourselves
And thus, we forget our plight
There is a space in our life where we need nothing
Except time which always is, never was
But then there is remorse, for we are behind
Too young to manifest the reality thus conceptualized
And who is we but me
Somewhere and somehow attainment be not denied
Attainment acheived through releasement
Expect nothing and be not disillusioned
For it is all too simple to be misconstrued by complexity
Which leads inevitably to false starts and hopes
To be humbled is blissful and serene
And intelligence gained through it will not be
Misrepresentation of true knowledge.
You’ll never know all of the things I won’t say.
I will never admit you still cross my heart
At least a hundred times a day.
There would be no point to declare
That I still long for you.
That I still crave you.
That without you, I pine away
while other men speak of my beauty,
and beg to be my slave.
I feel nothing.
I am dead inside if not for pain.
It makes me miss you more.
Nothing is a fitting substitute for you, my love
But I would sooner die than say
that You are my whole heart.
That I would beg to be Your slave.
That You are the only person I want to say I’m beautiful.
That I still miss You every moment of every day.
They say “be careful what you wish for”
Well, I know better anyway.
No one could ever pray to compete
with the ghost of you inside my head.
Not even you, my dearest love.
My living, breathing daydream.
This love is so bittersweet.
Forever Crying With Deep pain
As my body weeps in agony
Distress goes through me
As my mind fills with grief
Pain still everlasting.
As my heart burns with fear
Time is never ending
As my legs walk through misery
Tormenting with every step
As my hands cramp with anguish
I pray for Comfort always
As my back bends over and sobs
Determined to take another step
As my soul screams with suffering
My voice wails for relief
As my eyes shed silent tears
My overwhelming cry for Peace.
Sara Meincke Tubbs
A wise woman who was traveling in the mountains found a precious stone in a stream. The next day she met another traveler who was hungry, and the wise woman opened her bag to share her food. The hungry traveler saw the precious stone and asked the woman to give it to him. She did so without hesitation. The traveler left, rejoicing in his good fortune. He knew the stone was worth enough to give him security for a lifetime. But a few days later he came back to return the stone to the wise woman.
“I’ve been thinking,” he said, “I know how valuable the stone is, but I give it back in the hope that you can give me something even more precious. Give me what you have within you that enabled you to give me the stone.”
“The Wise Woman’s Stone”