camelot wedding song
And if the storm
Howls through our land
I’ll be your shelter
I’ll be your shelter
If you’ll be my light
If you’ll be my light
And if the world
Should fall to winter
I’ll be your warmth
I’ll be your warmth
If you’ll be my light
If you’ll be my light
And if the skies
Should cloud to darkness
I’ll be your sun
I’ll be your sun
If you’ll be my light
If you’ll be my light
“One morning I shot an elephant in my pajamas. How he got in my pajamas, I don’t know.” Animal Crackers
I Believe that there is an afterlife, that there is a purpose in our living.
That your life as you see it is not a dull dream.
That your life is like short episodes.
Every episode is different and takes you for a ride.
Sometimes these Episodes …
can make you laugh,
can make you cry,
can make you hate,
can make you love
You can feel guilty, afraid but you can also feel hopeful, passionate, enthusiastic.
Every short episode can shake your persona, in a way that is unimaginable.
Can leave you a scar so deep that will stay with you always.
Becoming part of you. It is so interesting how funny life is …
Every time I remember these episodes, the further I go back “in my memories,“ the more different I feel.
It is like I`m looking at another`s person life.
Don`t get me wrong these episodes can be joyful, full of happiness. It is amazing as time passes, You become this entity. You become this person.
But Life without “these“ episodes would not have been SO RICH, SO INTERESTING.
Like the beautiful tree outside my house,it is not just a tree planted, taking space.
It has its purpose, like giving oxygen, providing shelter to some birds, giving shade in hot days.
It also has its episodes…
I see it change from time to time, leaves grow, leaves falls.
As the season changes, so does “it“
Sometimes I just stare it, and see it so full of life
SO BIG, SO MAJESTIC, SO BEAUTIFUL
serving its purpose as I do mine .
SO YES I BELIEVE IN LIFE
BUT ALSO I BELIEVE IN AFTERLIFE ,
WHEN YOU BECOME ENLIGHTENED
YOU BECOME WHOLE.
http://thisibelieve.org/essay/83007/
beautiful animation.
I can hear the Tron soundtrack anytime.
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Poems by Emily Dickinson (251 of 447)
XI.
Some, too fragile for winter winds,
The thoughtful grave encloses, —
Tenderly tucking them in from frost
Before their feet are cold.
Never the treasures in her nest
The cautious grave exposes,
Building where schoolboy dare not look
And sportsman is not bold.
This covert have all the children
Early aged, and often cold, —
Sparrows unnoticed by the Father;
Lambs for whom time had not a fold.
For some reason I love the piano melody. Fay Wolf sings it with so much emotion, love her voice.
This is too good.
