When my mind is still and alone with the beating of my heart,
I remember things too easily forgotten.
The purity of early love,
The maturity of unselfish love that asks.
The idealism that has persisted enough through all the tempest of life.
When my mind is still and alone with the beating of my heart,
I can find a quiet assurance, an inner peace, in the core of my being.
It can face the doubt, the loneliness, the anxiety.
It can accept these harsh realities and can even grow.
Because of these challengers to my essential being.
When my mind is still and alone with the beating of my heart,
I can sense my basic humanity.
And I know that all men and women are my brothers and sister.
Nothing but my own fear and distrust can separate me from the love of friends.
If I can trust others, accept them, enjoy them,
Then my life shall surely be richer with love and more full.
Then wells within me the urge to live more abundantly,
With greater trust and joy,
With more profound seriousness and earnest,
And yet more calmly at the heart of life.
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