Post by ramadevi on Jun 21, 2009 2:18:54 GMT -5
Revision one
The days and seasons spin around life's wheel,
and each one plays a part in his own fashion.
Busy chasing dreams, imagined real,
we're fueled by purposeful pursuit of passion.
Seeking peace we tap into the source-
where light and breath remain untouched by time,
as life and death traverse their destined course
across celestial orbits so sublime.
A gull's sharp cry on wind will fiercely ride,
then drown amidst the steady sounding roar
of ocean's ever-present, rushing tide
whose song is sung upon eternal shore.
Though woe and sorrow shadow love and joy,
'tis grace that makes us see our life's a toy.
original
The days and seasons spin around life's wheel,
and each one plays a part in unique fashion.
We're busy chasing dreams, imagined real,
and fueled by purposeful pursuit of passion.
To thrive in peace we must tap our true source-
where light and breath remain untouched by time,
as life and death traverse their destined course
across celestial orbits so sublime.
A gull's sharp cry on wind will fiercely ride,
then drown amidst the steady sounding roar
of ocean's ever-present, rushing tide
whose song is sung upon eternal shore.
Though woe and sorrow shadow love and joy,
'tis grace that makes us see our life's a toy.
The days and seasons spin around life's wheel,
and each one plays a part in his own fashion.
Busy chasing dreams, imagined real,
we're fueled by purposeful pursuit of passion.
Seeking peace we tap into the source-
where light and breath remain untouched by time,
as life and death traverse their destined course
across celestial orbits so sublime.
A gull's sharp cry on wind will fiercely ride,
then drown amidst the steady sounding roar
of ocean's ever-present, rushing tide
whose song is sung upon eternal shore.
Though woe and sorrow shadow love and joy,
'tis grace that makes us see our life's a toy.
original
The days and seasons spin around life's wheel,
and each one plays a part in unique fashion.
We're busy chasing dreams, imagined real,
and fueled by purposeful pursuit of passion.
To thrive in peace we must tap our true source-
where light and breath remain untouched by time,
as life and death traverse their destined course
across celestial orbits so sublime.
A gull's sharp cry on wind will fiercely ride,
then drown amidst the steady sounding roar
of ocean's ever-present, rushing tide
whose song is sung upon eternal shore.
Though woe and sorrow shadow love and joy,
'tis grace that makes us see our life's a toy.
