Sometimes questions are more powerful than answers

how was this happening ?

what are they?

why them not others?

why now?

what does the all mean?

when a change comes,some species feel the urge to migrate.

They call it zugunruhe.

The pull of the soul to a far-off place.

Following a scent in the wind,a star in the sky.

The ancient message comes,calling the kindred to take flight and

to gather together.

Only then can they hope to survive the cruel season to come.

If you think you are beaten, you are;

If you think you dare not, you don't;

If you want to win but think you can't;

It's almost a cinch you won't.

If you think you'll lose, you're lost;

For out of the world we find

Success begins with a fellow's will;

It's all in a state of mind.

Life's battles don't always go

To the stronger and faster man,

But sooner or later the man who wins

Is the man who thinks he can.

Unwearied still, lover by lover,
They paddle in the cold
Companionable streams or climb the air;
Their hearts have not grown old;
Passion or conquest, wander where they will,
Attend upon them still.

But now they drift on the still water,
Mysterious, beautiful;
Among what rushes will they build,
By what lake’s edge or pool
Delight men’s eyes when I awake some day
To find they have flown away?

When I was a child, my homesickness was a small stamp
Linking Mum at the other end and me this.

When grown up, I remained homesick, but it became a ticket
By which I sailed to and from my bride at the other end.

Then homesickness took the shape of a grave,
Mum inside of it and me outside.

Now I'm still homesick, but it is a narrow strait
Separating me on this side and the mainland on the other.

There are gains for all our losses,
There are balms for all our pain;
But when youth,the dream,departs ,
It takes something from our hearts,
And it never comes again.

We are stronger, and are better,
Under manhood's sterner reign;
Still we feel that something sweet ,
Following youth, with flying feet,
And will never come again.

Something beautiful is vanished,
And we sigh for it in vain;
We behold it everywhere,
On the earth, and in the air,
But it never comes again!

Raindrops never keep me down

The sun still shines here on my brow

A blue umbrella

To shade my soft shoulders

Keeps me cool when the sun shines

And dry when the clouds cry

A summer stroll

Or a winter walk

Is nothing without

And now you are mine.
Rest with your dream in my dream.
Love and pain and work should all sleep now.
The night turns on its invisible wheels,
And you are pure beside me as a sleeping amber.

No one else, love, will sleep in my dreams.
You will go, we will go together,
over the waters of time.
No one else will travel through the shadows with me.
Only you, Evergreen, Ever sun, Ever moon.

Your hands have already opened their delicate fists
And let their soft drifting sorrows drop away.
Your eyes close like two great wings, and I move.

After, following the folding water
that you carry, that carries me away.
The night, the world, the wind spin out their destiny.
Without you, I am your dream, only that, and that is all.

I wander’d lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o’er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host , of golden daffodils;

Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the Milky way,
They stretch’d in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:

Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced, but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:

A poet could not but be gay
In such a jocund company!
E gaze –and gazed –but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;

And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

I wish I were the azalea all over  the hills,
Only for the unregretful Spring;
I wish I were stars in the sky,
Give all my light to a mid-summer's night;
I wish I were the thousands of rivers,
Flowing to the one and only ocean;
I wish I were the Moon,
For you,
I'd be full once more.

If you were the island,
I wish I were the sea surrounding you;
If you rose up the sailing wing,
I wish to be the soft waves and winds;
If you went afar,
I'd be the road
Make smooth myself,
and going afar with you.

When you're tired,
I'd be the nearby inn at night,
with clean linen and mat,
For you to sleep on.
As you dream,
the tears on your pillow were I.

I wish I were the arm,
For you to lean on.
Silver hair as we would become,
Still I wish
to be the fireplace at your feet,
Recalling old times we shared,
You, the laughters,
I, the echoing chorus;
You, the tears,
I, the stars sparkling with.

When you become the dirt,
I wish to be the grass upon you,
If you become ashes,
I then be the dust.
If, ah only if!
If you still linger for this life,
allow me to make one more wish,
that I with you the coming life.

When we say I wish you enough, we want the other persons to have a life filled with enough good things to sustain them.

I wish you enough sun to keep your attitude bright.

I wish you enough rain to appreciate the sun more.

I wish you enough happiness to keep your spirits up.

I wish you enough pain so that the smallest joys in life appear much bigger.

I wish you enough gain to satisfy your wanting.

I wish you enough loss to appreciate all that you possess.

I wish you enough hellos to get you through the final Goodbye.