The ship of life Across shore awaits a boat Though sea's are rough, its still afloat Raise the sails, held up by mast

Forget the troubles of distant past As wave crash down upon the deck Steady the boat; not quite a wreak Tend the mast, and fix the scratch light the lantern with one last match
The storm will end,
pull anchor and rope.
look up to see the stars of hope.

Dependence?? Friendliness?? First meditate, be blissful, then much love will happen of its own accord. Then being with others is beautiful and being alone is also beautiful. Then it is simple, too. You dont depend on others and you dont make others dependent on you. Then it is always a friendship, a friendliness. It never becomes a relationship, it is always a relatedness. You relate, but you dont create a marriage. Marriage is out of fear, relatedness is out of love. You relate; as long as things are moving beautifully, you share. And if you see that the moment has come to depart because your paths separate at this crossroad, you say good-bye with great gratitude for all that the other has been to you, for all the joys and all the pleasures and all the beautiful moments that you have shared with the other. With no misery, with no pain, you simply separate.

Who is a friend?
someone we can relate to!
someone with whom we can be ourselves!
Just a word or smile from them can make a whole situation seem different .
Yes to all those. The friendship is much more deeper than love.
To this person we show our true selves instead of hiding behind a mask.
And the reason when a friend moves away or distance themselves the pain and hurt is so much more than when one loses love.

Lonely Is the Heart

If only you could see what is in my heart,
Maybe then you won't have torn it apart.
With a resounding echo memories surface from the past,
Maybe you and I were never meant to last.

But what of these emotions? Why do they feel so right?
Why must you fill my thoughts every single night?
I try to turn away, I try so hard to hide;
But the further I went away, the more a part of me died.

Now I am without an answer - I have not even a clue,
Of what else I can do to stop myself falling again for
you.
I look at my life and connect the dots of pain;
Pain! - you are doomed to haunt me over and over again.

Despair has overtaken me,
Loneliness reigns by royal decree.
I can no longer fight this torment -
Quietly I shall fade away, into nothingness I shall be sent.

For the smile file

Luigi is a guide at the Vatican. One day he's conducting a party of tourists around the papal palace, the home of the Pope the pollack.
"If u loot-a to ur left," says Luigi "you see-a large -a window. That's the pope-a's study."
'Gee, " says one of the tourists " I do wish we could catch a glimpse of his holiness the pope himself."
'Right," says Luigi. Stooping down he picks up a large stone and hurls it through the window.
A face immediately appears behind the broken glass, Red with rage and shouting incoherent Polish.
"There you are!" exclaims Luigi," that-a always gets the old-a goat."!!!!!!!!!!

To Be Happy????

To be happy means a drastic change in your way of life, an abrupt change - because there is no time to lose. A sudden change - a sudden clash 0f thunder - a discontinuity with the past. You die to the old and you start afresh. You have to drop all those patterns that have been forced on you, and you have to find your own inner flame. You have not yet taken charge of your life. It is very easy to follow your parents, your teachers, the society. It is very easy to be obedient. To be rebellious, to be on your own, is very difficult. But growth comes the hard way.

Peace & Silence

"A man of peace is not a pacifist, a man of peace is simply a pool of silence.
He pulsates a new kind of energy into the world, he sings a new song.
He lives in a totally new way; his very way of live is that of grace, that of prayer, that of compassion.
Whomsoever he touches, he creates more love-energy.
The man of peace is creative. He is not against war because to be against anything is to be at war. He is not against war, he simply understands why war exists.
And out of that understanding he becomes peaceful.
Only when there are many people who are pools of peace, silence, understanding, will the war disappear."

Osho: Zen - The Path of Paradox