experience

Poetry is seeing everything when there is only one thing. It is looking at a rose but seeing the stars, moons, seas, and trees. It is a truth beyond logic, an experience beyond thought. Poetry is the Earth pausing on its axis in order to manifest itself as a rose.

Missing you,I missed a part of meI shared with you that__ now gone.Missing you, when really, it was the way you made me feeland the things you made us do.Missing you I shouldn__ be.But I can__ help missing who I was with you.Missing you,I missed and missed so much of the world and wasn__ even missed in return.

Because in truth, my love, if you have thought of me once then I have thought of you a thousand times. You have captured my heart. It is yours. I am at your mercy now

I haven__ written you a poem in years it seems.How can it be my faultwhen the words to describe you have not yet been created?When the alphabet lacks the very letters?How can it be my fault when your loveliness only growsby the time I reach for pen and paper?Tell me how I am at faultwhen I am only a beginner in poemsand you are exquisite poetry?To write you in words is to put a veil upon you.Why must I writewhen I can kiss you instead?

Wonderment shared is doubled.Love shared is infinite.

After staring at the poor in the eyes, my thoughts on how best to help people have dramatically changed.

If you are going to judge others it is wisest to do so individually not collectively and on your own direct experience of them personally. But first - and throughout - examine yourself closely. Blurred vision can often occur due to the lens, perspective and perceptions of the viewer projected onto the object that it sees. Be wary of taking to the judges seat. Above all meet at treat yourself and everyone else mindfully, compassionately with humanity.

Worry notif you are in darknessand the void sucks you in further.This is not the place we go to die.It__ where we are bornand our stories begin.

Don__ fret. We all experience it. We must. For despite our humanity love is the only way we can be like gods. It is in love that we glimpse heaven during our lifetime and have proof that there__ something worth looking forward to in the end.

Great losses are great lessons.

Ability, experience and books have solution for all the problems.

I believe in energies. Good energy has served me well. Being fair with others, compassionate towards them, remaining humble, and making a difference to someone are just a few of the things that I have seen create good energy. Beautiful things. Human things. I do my best to surround myself with these types of things, to generate an atmosphere thick with such energy. It has kept me safe in many situations. I have taken risks in the past, and managed to avoid harm by the protection of the good energy I have created around me. I believe that ugliness creates more ugliness. And no matter how touched by ugliness you are, you do not have to give in to it and start spreading it beyond yourself. I have seen this sickness and what it does to a person, and those around them.

Any experience, which is not written, will be lost in time. Rich literature is lost forever.

History is for everyone, but the memories of it is for those who experienced it.

To forget is to render the pages of history as entirely blank, and the lessons of history as never taught.

Experience: the vehicle of history. Teenagers: the driving force behind fatal accidents.

The unteachable man is sentenced to being taught only by experience. The tragedy is he reaches nothing further than his own pain.

No matter how knowledgeable you are, respect your parents for their experience and your children for their curiosity.