Say what you mean and mean what you say
Do what you love and turn work into play
Count all your blessings but never your friends
Be who you are and break down your defense
Ships lie in harbour, ready for war
But that isn't what those ships were made for
Theories are nice and make interesting talk
Though my mind would benefit more from a walk
Love seems a mystery, some say absurd
It's not something to obtain, or a final word
What is it? We ask, as we ponder along
It is something we are, and remains for the strong
Not for those who are doubtful or jealous or mean
It is something to strive for, a voice from within
Love is a language without alphabet
And when you find it, it melts your regret
Don't search far and wide for it, just look deep inside
Cause the more you pursue it, the more it will hide
Trust that you're worth it, and do your own thing
'Cause if you're not your own prince, you can't make someone king
If any of you around when I have to meet my day, I don't want a long funeral. And if you get somebody to deliver the eulogy, tell him not to talk too long...tell him not to mention that I have a Nobel Peace Prize, that isn't important. Tell him not to mention that I have 300 or 400 other awards, that's not important. Tell him not to mention where I went to school.
I'd like somebody to mention that day that Martin Luther King Jr. tried to give his life serving others. I'd like for somebody to say that day that Martin Luther King Jr. tried to love somebody... I want you to say that I tried to love and serve humanity.
Eternal river, you carry my sorrow.
You swallow the anguish, yet ask not to borrow.
Your waves of change, dare float away the pain.
You roll off the suffering, with nothing to gain.
How maternal your keeping; selfless, pure.
River you keep me, you surest of sure.
These aches you've made fleeting, grab with them a side.
This grief, ever leaving, takes with it my pride.
My ego you snag? But... I will be undone!
Identity, my haven! it kills that you run.
Joy can't be felt by a man of no name!
The happy, the glad, please keep them the same.
Time flows on by: you steal that precious sand!
I feel you creeping colder, soon I will be damned.
Your grasp is right impartial, as I dissolve among your crest.
My life you have consumed; I ride the ageless rest.
No feelings or awareness, yet wholly I'm not gone.
old pain and pride still live in thee, together we stream on.
Forward through the eras, your motions never cease.
Tranquil and undying, this spring shows me peace.
Your water makes me perfect, but how? How can this be?
I see now river, Before and forever, you are me.
He who knows his soul knows this truth:
I am beyond everything finite; I now see that the Spirit, alone in a space with Its ever-new joy, has expressed Itself as the vast body of nature.
I am the stars,
I am the waves,
I am the Life of all,
I am the laughter within all hearts,
I am the smile on the faces of the flowers and in each soul.
I am the Wisdom and Power that sustain all creation.