16

You have lost your freedom
Because in your blindness you chose serfdom

17

Reason is boring
The heart likes to dance and sing

18

Life is about living
Not about winning.

19

Which do you prefer
To be?---a leaf or a stone falling on the surface of the water?

20

Do not sing in the company
Of someone who is in misery.

This is the voice of The Sublime:

11  I can't save you from your pain
     From your sufferings life's toughest lessons you might gain

12

         Your wisdom means nothing to me
         Your worth is in your piety

13
         The strong should protect the weak
         It's through what they do that their nobility does speak

14

               Happiness is not your right--never--
               You do yourself wrong demanding to be happy--forever?

15

               Life is a shadow
               Its mysteries you will never know.

6
The Sublime knows every heart
From their joys and sorrows she never stands apart

7

She shares the joys of those who are happy
She weeps with the forlorn, neglected, the forgotten and the lonely

8    
       None sees her tears but so often in silence she does weep
       Like a guardian she watches over everyone awake or in sleep

9
         When the stars, the moon, the sea and all nature have fallen asleep
         She keeps night company and her vigilance she does unfailingly keep.

10     She keeps in her secret drawer a diary
        Every human event she records faithfully

1
Over all things does The Sublime transcend
She knows no beginning or end.

2
Time pursues her  every footstep
But never knows her depth.

3

Where is her abode?- Who does know?
She dwells nowhere---her presence she doesn't show

4
But those who live in the light
Feels her presence though not by sight

5

Those who call her friend are blessed
Their hearts will know peace and rest

Not seeing you just for a day
is three autumns long*
since you my love has left a year ago-
that's 1,095# years---do you hear my sad song?

I'll be I, you'll  be you
each within our void--we met
once before--love couldn't be-
we'll some day either  remember or forget

but nothing would ever be the same
even though we should meet one remote day
only a few words would be said in exchange
our eyes would not greet as we like strangers walk our own way.

Do I need to explain?
Would anyone be keen to hear?
Nothing would change
everyone holds their own interest more dear

and time the restless sentinel
speeds its way on its incessant round
each life is a microcosm in struggle
hidden in some little corner from where hardly is heard a sound.