The tears of the world are a constant quality .Samual Beckett.
Talking of his mother he said.I am what her savâge loving has made me.


Love Mary

BEING PRESENT

He is all he ever wants
He is all he ever can be
He is handsome and caring
Yes he doesn't feel it.

He searches in vain
He seeks aimlessly everywhere
His compass needle spins
He's lost to stillness & silence.

His conditions for looking within
He knows his true gifts
He accepts them reluctantly
He looks to others for mirroring.

He faces his good and bad habits
He suspends all judgment, as
He feels his heart opening
While giving and receiving love.

separate the
wheat from the chaff
there will be no secret hidden

the old will collapse
the old into the new
and still we will die

children make us happy when were feeling sad

take away the sadness turn it into glad

make us want to smile at the things they do

you start thinking back when that child was you.



thinking of the the things you did day by day

all the childrens games that you used to play

children make us happy in everthing they do

fill your heart with joy and take away the blue

Love is wild

Maybe too wild for me.

And I used to believe that it was a mistake for these poor boys to love me.

To try and catch me, but now it’s clear to see.

They are the wild things and I am desperately trying to catch them. running, running and scraping my knees.

When I realize that I cannot love, that I could not tame such wild beasts?