I Love Mountains. And I Found The Peace, High Up On The Peak. It’s Neither Distance Nor Cliff, It’s Pride And Faith That I Walked With. It’s Neither Silence Nor Thin Air, It’s Fear And Worries That I Left Behind. It’s Neither Perfect Nor Pleasant, It’s Natural And Inspirational That I Saw Afar. It’s Neither Excitation Nor Infatuation, It’s Calm Emotions And Balanced Composure That I Found At Heart. It’s Neither Scene Nor Beauty, It’s Love And Joy That I Felt Surround. It’s Neither Solitariness Nor Atop, It’s Oneness And Life That I Witnessed Within. It’s Neither Magical Nor Paradise, It’s Real And Divine That I Experienced About. PS This Is How One Enjoys Being There On Top Of The Mountain.
You Are A Precious Gift, Making Me Lift.
Though I Am Not Weakest, Yet You Are Strongest.
Achieving Goals Swift, With Your Drift.
Making Me Perfect, Taking Me Furtherest.
Thinking Out Smartest, Going On Spirited.
Doing Things Greatest, Living Life Simplest.
Smile Is Sweetest, Heart Is Honest.
Looks Is Prettiest, Soul Is Purest.
You Are A Precious Gift, Making Me Lift.
You Are Loveliest, I Am Luckiest.
I Am In Love, Since You Are Full Of Love.
So What One Wishes About One’s Life!
If One Thinks Life As A Dream, Wake Up Now!
If One Thinks Life As Not A Dream, Live Life Now!
If One Knows, What To Do With Life, Start Working On!
If One Knows, What Not To Do With Life, Write It Down!
If One Thinks Life Is An Opportunity, Grab It!
If One Thinks Life Is Not An Opportunity, Make It!
If One Thinks Life Is For One, Get One!
If One Thinks Life Is Not For One, Try Another One!
If One Thinks Life Is For Love, Love More!
If One Thinks Life Is Not For Love, Find Love!
If One Thinks Life As A Beautiful Gift,
What Will Be Return Gift?
And We Are Waiting For, What We Are Asking For.
We Are Standing Here,
At Place Where We Are,
And We Are Waiting For,
What We Are Asking For?
And One Is Standing Too,
Somewhere Among Everyone,
Watching Everyone Waiting,
What They Are Asking For?
And What One Is Asking For?
Working On Why To Ask For,
What Exactly To Ask For,
One Really Needs To Ask For?
All Beautiful Is With One,
All Is Not Understood By One,
All Is Not Explored By One,
One Really Needs To Asks For More?
One Don’t Needs To Ask For,
Since It Is Customary To Ask For,
Since It Is Taught For,
Since Everyone Is Asking For.
Will Asking More Brings More?
If Not Then One Will Keeps On Asking For,
If Yes Then One Will Continues Asking More For,
Will Asking For More Stops Somewhere?
Waiting Will Stops One Somewhere,
If Living Life Now And Here,
Is What One Looking For,
Do One Really Needs To Wait N Ask For?
What One Is Waiting N Asking For?
One Loves Not Asking For.
One Is Not A Word; Yet One Can Write Many Words. One Is Not A Song; Yet One Can Sing Songs. One Is Not A Thought; Yet One Can Think A Lot. One Is Not A Dream; Yet One Can Dream About. Yes, One Is Writing Many Words For One; So One Will Read Them One Day. Yes, One Is Singing Songs For One; So One Will Hear Them Some Time. Yes, One Is Thinking A Lot About One; So One Will Think About One Too. Yes, One Is Dreaming A Life With One; So One Will Dream Of One Again. One Is Love; And One Will Love More. One Is Life; And One Will Live For. PS One Is Here Since One Is There, Somewhere!
The Sun Rises Everyday, Since He Loves Everyone; And Can Not Wait Spreading, Love-Light For Each One. The Moon Grows Full Every Month, Since He Loves All Living Beings; And Can Not Wait Shining, Love-Moonbeams For Each Living Beings. The Flowers Blooms Every Season, Since They Love Everybody; And Can Not Wait Blossoming, Love-Fragrance For All. One Who Loves, Reach Out To Love; One Can Not Wait, Unfolding The Love. O Goddess Of Love, When Will You Bless Me? As I Am Revering You So Much, And Will Not Stop Praising You.
Opening Oneself To Love Is Blessing Other One With Love.
The Courage to Be Yourself: E.E. Cummings on Art, Life, and Being Unafraid to Feel
by Maria Popova
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“To be nobody-but-yourself — in a world which is doing its best, night and day, to make you everybody else — means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight.”
A poet is somebody who feels, and who expresses his feelings through words.
This may sound easy. It isn’t.
A lot of people think or believe or know they feel — but that’s thinking or believing or knowing; not feeling. And poetry is feeling — not knowing or believing or thinking.
Almost anybody can learn to think or believe or know, but not a single human being can be taught to feel. Why? Because whenever you think or you believe or you know, you’re a lot of other people: but the moment you feel, you’re nobody-but-yourself.
To be nobody-but-yourself — in a world which is doing its best, night and day, to make you everybody else — means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight; and never stop fighting.
As for expressing nobody-but-yourself in words, that means working just a little harder than anybody who isn’t a poet can possibly imagine. Why? Because nothing is quite as easy as using words like somebody else. We all of us do exactly this nearly all of the time — and whenever we do it, we’re not poets.
If, at the end of your first ten or fifteen years of fighting and working and feeling, you find you’ve written one line of one poem, you’ll be very lucky indeed.
And so my advice to all young people who wish to become poets is: do something easy, like learning how to blow up the world — unless you’re not only willing, but glad, to feel and work and fight till you die.
Does that sound dismal? It isn’t.
It’s the most wonderful life on earth.
Or so I feel.