Do not give something that you are not willing to lose. Do not give someone something that you do not know if they are will be given back. Love is as reliable as the summer breeze and just as sweet. But bitter is its departure, as is its nature to do.

We do not live by the accusations of others. We live by the verdicts of the world.

We sing
We sing of what we feel
But how do you sing to show what you feel?
How to you choice your words?
It’s easier said than done
Your song is your own
Your sentiments are your sentiments
Does one choice one and not the other?

A cloud is a cloud, and a silver lining
Is a silver lining
Find no meaning in them, find no hope
Because a daisy is only a flower
And the moon, nothing but a rock
Find no magic in them, find no confidence
Sometimes leaves fall only because they can
And beauty lacks poetry
When words have no power, and wisdom becomes
A childish heritage
Find no reason in it, find no fault
It is a bad religion, to believe that everything can be more
Than what it is.
- Kata

You find yourself on a distant shore.
Known to all, but you.  
A land of history and faith.
Customs practiced here are familiar to you.
Customs you know are in blood.
Your blood and theirs.
But in this land of faith, rich in gold and memories.
You find it hard to recall yourself.  
To recollect what you were before coming to a land of mystery and belief.
Trusting yourself and trusting your strength.
You have lost nothing.
For you have gained much.
But all things have a price.
And what you have gained, the fee is high.
That is the price in this land.
Coming to lands unknown might just cost you your faith.

That we crave.  
To hunger and to lavish in this place.
Humbling and irritable.

Green as life.
Green as poison.
Green as envy.
Vexing.

Illusions and illustrations of what we want.
Imagined by the imitable.
Synthetic satisfaction.

Sins of Incontinence.  
Sins of Hunger.
Sins of Commonality.
To be half is to be all.

What’s the best way to go about it?
And have you pondered if you’re putting too much thought into it?
They appear to know what they’re doing, while you do not.

You have some idea where you’re going.
But that nagging thought seems to be more persistent than you believed it to be.  

To reorder things the way you like would be nice.
But to have done it right the first time would have been better.