“In your light I learn how to love.
In your beauty, how to make poems.
You dance inside my chest
where no-one sees you, but
sometimes I do, and
that sight becomes this art.”
― Rumi

Friday, January 02, 2009

he taught me:

to have faith in the goodness of man even when let down by others
to not define people (including myself) by colour, race or religion
to always keep my eye on the ball and swing away with all my heart
to clear a path through the forest of injustice rather than -
- fight the monster of prejudice
to learn to squeeze past the narrow minds of others
to try harder each time I fall
to accept the disappointments as I would do the successes
to not let bitterness cloud my judgement
to not lose humility in the presence of achievement
to never let others down at work
to have true passion for what I do
to not judge people on their imperfections
to be at peace with the decisions I make
to never look back in anger

and most importantly,
to have the confidence to sing very badly
and to pretend to know how to use the kitchen