Brushing the evening clouds With strokes of passion Commanding my soul to shine My lighthouse
Now the bright morning Star, Day’s harbinger,
Comes dancing from the East, and leads with her
The Flowery May, who from her green lap throws The yellow Cowslip, and the pale Primrose.
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
For self is a sea boundless and measureless.
Center of all centers, core of cores,
almond self-enclosed, and growing sweet—
“Respect yourself enough to walk away from anything that no longer serves you, grows you, or makes you happy”
These treasures in life are not hard to find
When you look in your heart,
So many little hurts we get
From corners here and there.
But one great truth in life I’ve found,
For anyone who has recently suffered a heart break, a separation or unhappy relationship
I loved you first: but afterwards your love,
Outsoaring mine, sang such a loftier song
Nature the gentlest mother is,
Impatient of no child,
The feeblest of the waywardest.
Her admonition mild
The first peace, which is the most important, is that which comes within the souls of people when they realize their relationship, their oneness,