Wrong is in their mind
so they see all wrong around them.
They do the wrong
to themselves and to others,
without knowing, that
they are the ones
who will be wronged in the end

Imagine a story
for your life
and believe in it.

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

One's prodigious feat
is a deceiving notion of
self pride

And a woman who held a babe against her ***** said, "Speak to us of
Children."

And he said:

Your children are not your children.

They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.

They come through you but not from you,

And though they are with you, yet they belong not to you.

You may give them your love but not your thoughts.

For they have their own thoughts.

You may house their bodies but not their souls,

For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit,
not even in your dreams.

You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you.

For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.

You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth.

The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite, and He bends you
with His might that His arrows may go swift and far.

Let your bending in the archer's hand be for gladness;

For even as he loves the arrow that flies, so He loves also the bow that
is stable.

Hidden behind the corner of my heart
the desire,
the temptation
to meet you,
to be with you
brings me towards you
at every possible opportunity

As you grow tall and tall
you send cottony clouds
to embrace me
with a beautiful hug

You stand all around me
caress me with your enigmatic charm
playing hide and seek
while i ride through you

You enlighten me at every moment
with your pals,
the moon,
the dark sky
and various stars

Finally, you spread the carpet
of green meadows under my feet
and let me sleep a deep sleep
as though I am in my mothers womb
and I have no fear anymore

Defines the unending love for you in me
and defines a strong relation ever emerged
"The mountains and me"