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I Search The Sky For The First Morning Light

I SEARCH THE SKY FOR THE FIRST MORNING LIGHT

I search the sky for the first morning light -
The wind sends Happiness through me
Walking slow after walking fast
I think of how many New Years’ I have lived in my life
And how almost all lost to memory?

I walk on in quiet
Life ‘s Happiness is great but its Sadness even greater-

poem by Shalom Freedman
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Walking On

Walking On

Darkness -
Black clouds- grey spaces-
Morning light nonetheless-
A sudden happiness-recalling
So many times of Shabbat happiness
Given by God-
Through the years -

And now this year- Health again
The hope of more years-
Dark skies and so much light still-
Walking on.

poem by Shalom Freedman
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I Stop Walking

I STOP WALKING

I stop walking
The wind is pleasantly cool-
I sit down on the wooden bench
Surrounded by fields of weeds and wildflowers
The sky is light - grey spring-

I don't know why
I am so so happy
Happy just to be alive-

Soon I will walk again
The pain in my knee
Less than it was-

All around me is Jerusalem morning light
And the fields dancing in the morning wind
Like my happiness.

poem by Shalom Freedman
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Grace the world with your glow of happiness

Do not chase happiness
Search within you
There are lot many things
Inside you
Which have reasons
To make you happy
You pursuit or search for happiness outside
Does not take you anywhere
As what seemingly has a stock of happiness
Once you reach or achieve it
You realize that happiness
Lies further ahead somewhere
And you hunt for happiness
Takes a new turn
And this goes on and on
Only to make you understand
That you are back in square one
Devoid of happiness, your original search
Happiness, thus, cannot be anywhere else
But within you
Do not be on a stealthy stalk for happiness
Simply because others do so
Search within and discover
The happiness in you
Do not be on a race for happiness
But grace the world
With the glow of
Happiness within you

poem by Bashyam Narayanan
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In My Old Age A Great Happiness

IN MY OLD AGE A GREAT HAPPINESS

In my Old Age
A great Happiness
Comes over me.
Why?
I cannot exactly say
I walk I sing
Music and Poetry in me.

The Spring
The Light the Flowers
Some Great Peace
Of all the years I have been
My children
My step-grandchildren
So much I love
Eretz Yisrael.

How happy the light
Of this green day
All the while
Forgetting
The fears of what might be
The uncertainy of what is
The pains of what will be-

A great Happiness
A great Happiness
Thank G-d I have here now still
Thank God for so much goodness in my life.

poem by Shalom Freedman
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I Walk On Ha- Melech George St. In The Morning Light

I WALK ON HAMELECH GEORGE ST. IN THE MORNING LIGHT

I walk on HaMelech George Street in the morning light-
Worlds open up-
I remember walking here often many years ago-
Vague longing and regret mix with pleasure
In my mind-
Soon I may never walk here again.

There is so much in Life to love and enjoy -
Soon there may be no more of it for me.

A regret at my own life-
That I have not lived enough-
And that it will go
As all things go –

Yet there is pleasure
In simply being alive
In the fullness of feeling
Inside
I cannot describe-

There is so much in Life to Love and Enjoy.

poem by Shalom Freedman
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The Quest for Peace, Maa Vaishno Devi

Walking in to the unknown destination,
starving of peace & happiness years after years.
Achieved all in my life but lost my precious peace.
Love is missing due to me so is the peace of mind
now i am roaming vagabond in these mountains
in search of peace and a spiritual guru..
but nothing really attracts me.
I was so much into the materialistic life
that peace plays truant now.

These beauties around up on the hills
where it kisses the blue sky
that change its color with passage of time,
birds chirping and singing satirically,
i feel they tease me,
what did i achieve in this mortal life?
Where is the escape?

In this serenity picturesque valleys, farmlands,
mud roads and villages...
spiralling smoke oozing out from many huts
in this wee hours.
Cows & pets in their courtyards still await
for the full dawn.
I am walking up the mountain in search of peace.
I see monks walking along chanting mantras,
they don’t care my presence.
I am alone unlike others on the skirt of the earthen
non- existing roads,
thinking about peace & happiness in my life?
Where is the peace; in nature? or in demigods?
or peace resides deep within me in my heart?

I have reached inside the maa Vaishno Devi cave;
Momentarily i got everything on her darshan;
a great feeling of peace in my mind
and fell on her feet with more urge of peace.
I am sure she will understand my situation
and will bless me with endless peace, happiness
& eternal love, sure to be blessed by her.

My quest for peace ends here momentarily..
I walk back to the valley with a sense of achievement
Wishing my peace & happiness may last forever..
I pray not to come her darshan again
on my quest of peace;
My ordeal must stop now after this visit.
but still no escape! ! !
(this was my 3rd visit to this place)

(13.03.2011 Gurgaon)

poem by Auro Bhattacharya
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There Is A Poem For Me Somewhere This Morning

THERE IS A POEM FOR ME SOMEWHERE THIS MORNING

There is a poem for me somewhere this morning
I will find it somehow
Perhaps it is in the memory of my father
Whose Yahrtzeit is today
Twenty- two years.
Perhaps it is as it is often
In the morning light
When I first walk outside to Shul
Perhaps it is in the deep need for a poem
For my own justification
Perhaps it is in my daughter’s search
For poems of inspiration
Perhaps it is in many things mixed together
Most of which I have not yet
And may never bring to mind
There is a poem for me somewhere this morning
I am writing it now
It is not beautiful
And not the best
And maybe even not much of a poem
There is a poem for me somewhere this morning
And I am not alone.

poem by Shalom Freedman
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Happiness?

There are not many things we crave,
Right from the cradle,
To the grave,
In search of truth from lies,
From lies to the truth,
We search for one thing we’re looking for

Some have it all,
But some have it less,
What we all need is happiness,
It’s not easy to be found,
It’s not easily to define it

Happiness just can’t be bought,
It’s more precious than any gold,
Because happiness just can’t be taught,
No matter how hard we try,
With every up – must be a down,
Just enjoy happiness through the years,
Right down to the tears and joy of happiness

8/01/09

poem by Paul Prescott
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Choose The Happiness

What the happiness is all about

Choices that comes across your life

Catch the right one and be aware

When your turn comes not to lose your way

Don't let it pass you by

Catch the happiness while it's around

This is what the happiness is all about

Choosing your path to the love

Dough it's ways are narrow and hard

This is what the love is all about

Choosing The way to happiness and faith

Or walking through the saddest path

Even in your darkest day

Smile and you'll find your way

To the light

This is what the life is all about

What the life is all about

Choosing the happiness or not

Regardless what your reason is

Just walk ahead and forget your fears

God is there at the end of the path

It depends how long you can survive
Sacrificing blindly for the love

This is what the love is all about

poem by Sossi Khachadourian
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Happiness

(b. anderson jr.)
Lea:
You know some kids ask us what happiness really is.
Well, to me happiness is a hamburger, going to the movies, new clothes.
Well, what's your happiness, gerard?
Gerard:
My happiness is a hotdog sandwich, new rubber shoes, new t-shirts,
New jeans and also my favorite part of happiness is love.
Lea:
Happiness is two kinds of ice cream
Finding your skate key, telling the time
Happiness is learning to whistle
Tying your shoe for the very first time
Happiness is playing the drum in your own school band
And happiness is walking hand in hand
Gerard:
Happiness is five different crayons
Knowing a secret, climbing a tree
Happiness is finding a nickel
Catching a firefly, setting him free
Happiness is being alone every now and then
And happiness is coming home again
Lea:
Happiness is morning and evening
Gerard:
Daytime and nighttime, too
Both:
For happiness is anyone and anything at all
That's loved by you
Gerard:
Happiness is having a sister
Lea:
Sharing a sandwich
Both:
Getting along
Happiness is singing together when day is through
And happiness is those who sing with you
Happiness is morning and evening
Daytime and nighttime, too
For happiness is anyone and anything at all
That's loved by you

song performed by by Lea Salonga
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Walking Away

Never thought to ever think twice
Of all he had
Of all he lost
A selfish life
and guess comes with the cost
Hey, remember me
I remember you walking away
Hey, remember me
I remember you walking away
The same old streets just a different name
Same old house just the family's changed
Pickett fence
The window stains
Freedom spells by a man in chains
Silence is all we have to give
And the memories of a life I wish we'd lived
Hey, remember me
I remember you walking away
Hey, remember me
I remember you walking away
From all that you made
That you lost
or threw away
Traded in for a brand new life
But I can't
Can't let go
Can't turn around
Hold my head high and walk away
Hey, remember me
I remember you walking away
Hey, remember me
I remember you walking away

song performed by by Lifehouse
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Stormwind

I like to sit beside the fire
When the light is going down
I like to hear the wild wind blow outside my door
I have so much left to remember
I have so much left to forget
And I know I just dont have to search for more
But you want to change my world
Stay out of my life
Stormwind--youre just like a wind
Comin to drag me away
Stormwind--what can I say
I just dont want you to stay
I like to walk around in dreams at night
And play with kings and queens til the morning light
I like to wake up in the morning unaware
Of the fact that you are calling me
To ask me if I want to be
Someone who you could love and always care for

song performed by by Europe
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Walking Home From Shul

WALKING HOME FROM SHUL

Walking home from Shul
After early morning davvening
I am calm as peace
Quiet as happiness-

I hear my soul say:
Blessed are you in old age
That can walk home from Shul
So surely and so happily.

poem by Shalom Freedman
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Dead Man's Rope

A million footsteps, this left foot drags behind my right
But I keep walking, from daybreak 'til the falling night
And as days turn into weeks and years
And years turn into lifetimes
I just keep walking, like I've been walking for a thousand years
Walk away in emptiness, walk away in sorrow,
Walk away from yesterday, walk away tomorrow,
If you're walking to escape, to escape from your affliction
You'd be walking in a great circle, a circle of addiction
Did you ever wonder what you'd been carrying since the world was black?
You see yourself in a looking glass with a tombstone on your back
Walk away in emptiness, walk away in sorrow,
Walk away from yesterday, walk away tomorrow,
Walk away in anger, walk away in pain
Walk away from life itself, walk into the rain
All this wandering has led me to this place
Inside the well of my memory, sweet rain of forgiveness
I'm just hanging here in space
Now I'm suspended between my darkest fears and dearest hope
Yes I've been walking, now I'm hanging from a dead man's rope
With Hell below me, and Heaven in the sky above
I've been walking, I've been walking away from Jesus' love
Walk away in emptiness, walk away in sorrow,
Walk away from yesterday, walk away tomorrow,
Walk away in anger, walk away in pain
Walk away from life itself, walk into the rain
All this wandering has led me to this place
Inside the well of my memory, sweet rain of forgiveness
I'm just hanging here in space
The shadows fall
Around my bed
When the hand of an angel,
The hand of an angel is reaching down above my head
All this wandering has led me to this place
Inside the well of my memory, sweet rain

song performed by by Sting
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The Light Through The Morning Window

THE LIGHT THROUGH THE MORNING WINDOW

The light through the morning window
The small leaves of the light green tree
The pale sky waiting behind everything
The night which is gone now.

All these failures one after the other,
Other names other destinies, greater than mine
The single singing I cannot hear
The great prophecies I will not realize.

Others who are more to me
Even than I am to myself.

The morning
The morning again
Words again
Trying to live again
A poem again perhaps.

In a life of many days
In which each small day
Its own struggle
And each night
A night which ends
With morning light.

poem by Shalom Freedman
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Lady Of The Light

You were always the faithful one
with a saviour in your heart
you had seen the light of the Lord
from the very start.
even in your darkest days
and the autumn of your life
you never lost faith in the Lord
lady of the light.

Now you have left this life
and in us a memory
but we all think of you
and how you used to be
you had been the special one
when you lived your life
with a special kind of love
lady of the light.

And when I look back on life
I often think of you
looking out your window
the way you used to do
watching children go off to school
in the morning light
smiling to the world outside
lady of the light.

Now you are there in Heaven
and back again once more
with those who you had loved
who had to go before
always forever the faithful one
when you lived your life
for you had seen the light of the Lord
lady of the light.

poem by Tim Kitchen
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My Walking Thoughts

In my long search for what my hearts longs for,
The wind did saw me and my agony,
Flooded with tears of something not found,
In this incompletion of my life,
So shall my heart look to the stars,
The hope that nature will do wonders,
My walking thoughts keep the search

Im haunted by the memories every night,
My sheets become so cold,
In that shivering moment Im at unrest,
Outside the window are unusual winds,
I know where im at peace,
My thoughts searched and found none,
Walking and walking, remain my thoughts

Walking up and down are my thoughts,
So unfocused like the phantoms,
Searching your presence my love,
Which I know is ever absent
My despair extends my pain,
My walking thoughts so futile,
Searching but to no avail,
Such is my love, seeking yours

poem by Gaylord Munemo
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I Walk With Dark Thoughts

I walk with dark thoughts-
The sunlight on the morning road smiles at me-
Life is an endless struggle between the dark and the light in oneself-
Fear and Hope war within endlessly-

As the day goes by
It will become brighter,
But Darkness always comes again-
And in the early morning lying awake before the light has come
It will prevail again-

Life is an endless struggle between the dark and light in oneself-
Oh God Please let there be greater light in me
In the days and the years ahead-

poem by Shalom Freedman
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Middle Of No Where

Walking around
Lost
Confused
Where are we
Why are we here
Are we lost?
Lost in hopelessness
We’re in the
Middle of No Where
Walking the lonely path
Walking in the darkness
No light to guide us
No hope of making it
We’re in the
Middle of No Where
We need u to guide us
We need u to lead us
We need u to show us the way
Help us god
Please
We are in the
Middle of No Where
In our life
In are journey
In the walk back to you
Shine your light on us
Please
We’re lost
We’re lonely
We need your love
We’re stuck in the
Middle of No Where

poem by Keith Young
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The Morning Writes Its Own Poem

THE MORNING WRITES ITS OWN POEM

The morning writes its own poem
The light is its poem
We need the light of the morning
After the long darkness of night
The morning is hope
The morning is beginning
The morning is a new day
A new world -
We need the morning
And we need to begin again
And we need to feel life has hope
And we need to love the world
And to believe that walking out into it
Begins another day.

poem by Shalom Freedman
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