The Silent Flute
by Bruce Lee (Contributor)
I wish neither to possess,
Nor to be possessed.
I no longer covet paradise,
More important, I no longer fear hell.
The medicine for my suffering
I had within me from the very beginning,
But I did not take it.
My ailment came from within myself,
But I did not observe it
Until this moment.
Now I see that I will never find the light
Unless, like the candle, I am my own fuel,
Consuming myself.
I wish neither to possess,
Nor to be possessed.
I no longer covet paradise,
More important, I no longer fear hell.
The medicine for my suffering
I had within me from the very beginning,
But I did not take it.
My ailment came from within myself,
But I did not observe it
Until this moment.
Now I see that I will never find the light
Unless, like the candle, I am my own fuel,
Consuming myself.
The Frost
by Bruce Lee (Contributor)
Young man,
Seize every minute
Of your time.
Thedays fly by;
Ere long you too
Will grow old.
If you believe me not,
See there, in the courtyard,
How the frost
Glitters white and cold and cruel
On the grass that once was green.
Do you not see
That you and I
Are as the branches
Of one tree?
With your rejoicing,
Comes my laughter;
With your sadness
Start my tears.
Love,
Could life be otherwise
With you and me?
Young man,
Seize every minute
Of your time.
Thedays fly by;
Ere long you too
Will grow old.
If you believe me not,
See there, in the courtyard,
How the frost
Glitters white and cold and cruel
On the grass that once was green.
Do you not see
That you and I
Are as the branches
Of one tree?
With your rejoicing,
Comes my laughter;
With your sadness
Start my tears.
Love,
Could life be otherwise
With you and me?
The Falling Leaf
by Bruce Lee (Contributor)
The wind is in high frolic with the rain.
Outside the garden a little yellow leaf
Clinging desparately to its mother branch
I pick up the leaf
And put it in the book,
Giving it a home.
The wind is in high frolic with the rain.
Outside the garden a little yellow leaf
Clinging desparately to its mother branch
I pick up the leaf
And put it in the book,
Giving it a home.
Love Is Like A Friendship Caught On Fire
by Bruce Lee (Contributor)
Love is like a friendship caught on fire.
In the beginning a flame,
Very pretty, often hot and fierce
But still and only light and flickering.
As love grows older, our hearts mature
And our love becomes as coals,
Deep-burning and unquenchable.
Love is like a friendship caught on fire.
In the beginning a flame,
Very pretty, often hot and fierce
But still and only light and flickering.
As love grows older, our hearts mature
And our love becomes as coals,
Deep-burning and unquenchable.
