You Start Dying Slowly

“You Start Dying Slowly”

You Start Dying Slowly
If you don’t travel
If You don’t read
If you don’t listen to the sounds of life
If you don’t appreciate yourself
You Start Dying Slowly

When you kill your self-esteem
When you don’t let others help you
You Start Dying Slowly

If you became a slave of your habits
Walking everyday on the same paths
If you don’t change your routine
If you don’t wear different colors
Or you don’t speak to those you don’t know
You Start Dying Slowly

If you avoid to feel passion
And their turbulent emotions
Those which make your eyes glisten
And your heart beat fast
You Start Dying Slowly

If you don’t risk what is safe for the uncertain
If you don’t go after a dream
If you don’t allow yourself
At least once in your lifetime to run away
You Start Dying Slowly

(Love your life, Love yourself)

Pablo Neruda, Spanish Poet


The Mystery Of Pain

The Mystery Of Pain

Pain has an element of blank,

It cannot recollect

When it began, or if there were

A day when it was not.

It has no future but itself,

Its infinite realms contain

Its past, enlightened to perceive

New periods of pain.

Emily Dickinson

True Love

True Love

True love is sacred flame

That burns eternally,

And none can dim its special glow

Or change its destiny.

True love speaks in tender tones

And hears with gentle ear

True love gives with open heart

And true love conquers fear,

True love makes no harsh demands

It neither rules nor binds,

And true love holds with gentle hands

The hearts that it entwines.

Helen Steiner Rice