Friday, February 24, 2006

Love, I don't know what it is.


Love, I don't know
What it is, seed you
Sow for happiness to grow
To fill you up, when you are low.

Love, I don't know
What it is, we all go
In search of it, every noon
Hoping to find it, later or soon.

Love, I don't know
What it is, may be you
Feel the heart grow
Bigger, knees touch the low.

Love, I don't know
What it is, life so
Held in a cup called love
Warmly by the one above.

Tuesday, February 21, 2006

Can't Buy Me Love


Can't buy me love, love,
Can't buy me love.
I'll buy you diamond ring my friend,
If it makes you feel alright,
I'll get you anything my friend,
If it makes you feel alright,
For I don't care too much for money,
For money can't buy love.
I'll give you all I've got to give,
If you'll say you love me too,
I may not have alot to give,
But what I've got I'll give to you,
For I don't care too much for money,
For money can't buy love.
Can't buy me love, ev'rybody tells me so,
Can't buy me love, no, no, no, no.
Say you don't want no diamond ring,
And I'll be satisfied,
Tell me that you want those kind of things,
That money just can't buy,
For I don't care too much for money,
For money can't buy love.
Can't buy me love, ev'rybody tells me so,
Can't buy me love, no, no, no, no.
Say you don't want no diamond ring,
And I'll be satisfied,
Tell me that you want those kind of things,
That money just can't buy,
For I don't care too much for money,
For money can't buy love.
Can't buy me love, ev'rybody tells me so,
Can't buy me love, no, no, no, no.
Can't buy me love, love,
Can't buy me love.

--
Paul McCartney

Saturday, February 11, 2006

Friendship IXX


Friendship IXX

And a youth said, "Speak to us of Friendship."


Your friend is your needs answered.

He is your field which you sow with love and reap with thanksgiving.

And he is your board and your fireside.

For you come to him with your hunger, and you seek him for peace.

When your friend speaks his mind you fear not the "nay" in your own mind, nor do you withhold the "ay."

And when he is silent your heart ceases not to listen to his heart;

For without words, in friendship, all thoughts, all desires, all expectations are born and shared, with joy that is unacclaimed.

When you part from your friend, you grieve not;

For that which you love most in him may be clearer in his absence, as the mountain to the climber is clearer from the plain.

And let there be no purpose in friendship save the deepening of the spirit.

For love that seeks aught but the disclosure of its own mystery is not love but a net cast forth: and only the unprofitable is caught.

And let your best be for your friend.

If he must know the ebb of your tide, let him know its flood also.

For what is your friend that you should seek him with hours to kill?

Seek him always with hours to live.

For it is his to fill your need, but not your emptiness.

And in the sweetness of friendship let there be laughter, and sharing of pleasures.

For in the dew of little things the heart finds its morning and is refreshed.

-- Khalil Gibran [from 'The Prophet']