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Bygone treasures small and big
Psychologists probe, analyze the tears
Of hysterical notions, phobias, fears
While priests take confession
In a serious session
And people struggle
In the hustle and bustle
In the noise and din
On the meaning of sin
We'll touch the stars, embrace the moon
Break the barrier, arrive there soon
Ride the rainbow, the cloud, the storm
Flying in the wind, changing our form
Children of the world, we'll do it
With song and dance and innocent bliss
The soft caress of a loving kiss
We'll do it.
Courage
It's curious what takes courage and what doesn't. When I step out on stage in front of thousands of
people, I don't feel that I'm being brave. It can take much more courage to express true feelings to
One person. When I think of courage, I think of the Cowardly Lion in The Wizard of Oz. He was
Always running away from danger. He often cried and shook with fear. But he was also sharing
his real feelings with those he loved, even though he didn't always like those feelings.
That takes real courage, the courage to be intimate. Expressing your feelings is not the same as
falling apart in front of someone else -- it's being accepting and true to your heart, whatever it
may say. When you have the courage to be intimate, you know who you are, and you're willing to
let others see that. It's scary, because you feel so vulnerable, so open to rejection. But without
Self-acceptance, the other kind of courage, the kind heroes show in movies, seems hollow. In spite
Of the risks, the courage to be honest and intimate opens the way to self-discovery. It offers what
We all want, the promise of love.
Dance of Life
I cannot escape the moon. Its soft beams push aside the curtains at night. I don't even have to see it
-- a cool blue energy falls across my bed and I am up. I race down the dark hall and swing open
the door, not to leave home but to go back into it. "Moon, I'm here!" I shout.
"Good," she replies. "Now give us a little dance."
But my body has started moving long before she says anything. When did it start? I can't
Remember -- my body has always been moving. Since childhood I have reacted to the moon this
Way, as her favorite lunatic, and not just hers. The stars draw me near, close enough so that I see
through their twinkling act. They're dancing, too, doing a soft molecular jiggle that makes my
Carbon atoms jump in time.
With my arms flung wide, I head for the sea, which brings out another dance in me. Moon
Dancing is slow inside, and soft as blue shadows on the lawn. When the surf booms, I hear the
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