Marianne Williamson "Our Deepest Fear"

Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.
It is our light, not our darkness
That most frightens us. We ask ourselves Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous?
Actually, who are you not to be?
You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world.
There's nothing enlightened about shrinking So that other people won't feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine, As children do.
We were born to make manifest
The glory of God that is within us.

It's not just in some of us; It's in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, We unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we're liberated from our own fear,  Our presence automatically liberates others.

 Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could, To where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassy and wanted wear; Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way, I doubted if I should ever come back. I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

  Little boy I miss you, with your sudden smile and your ignorance of pain. You walked through life and devoured it with nothing but misty goals to keep you company. 

You wandered through quiet woods with friends and were startled by a shuffling porcupine. Your heart beat mightily when you chased frogs and caught one too big for a single hand. 

There was no time for meaning... a marshmallow gave it on a sharpened stick. A jack knife in your pocket gave you comfort when your friends were gone. A flower hidden in the woods, behind an aging shriveled log. A dog who licked at your fingers and chewed at your jeans. A game of football that you didn't expect, a glass of cider, a crickets cry. When did you lose your eyes and ears? When did taste buds cease to tremble? Whence the sublime-ness, this mounting fear, this quarrel with life, demanding meaning? That mounting fear is leisure's bonus and it's the pain that forbids you to be a boy. Be a girl.

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done,The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won, The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting, While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring;
But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red, Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.
O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells; Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills,
For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding,
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning; Here Captain! dear father!  This arm beneath your head!
It is some dream that on the deck,
You’ve fallen cold and dead.
My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still,
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will,
The ship is anchor’d safe and sound, its voyage closed and done,
From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won;
Exult O shores, and ring O bells!
But I with mournful tread. Walk the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.

I'll walk in the rain by your side
I'll cling to the warmth of your tiny hand. I'll do anything to help you understand I'll love you more than anybody can. And the wind will whisper your name to me
Little birds will sing along in time 

The leaves will bow down when you walk by And morning bells will chime
I'll be there when you're feeling down. To kiss away the tears if you cry. I'll share with you all the happiness I've found
A reflection of the love in your eyes
And I'll sing you the songs of the rainbow. Whisper all the joy that is mine. The leaves will bow down when you walk by And morning bells will chime
I'll walk in the rain by your side
I'll cling to the warmth of your tiny hand. I'll do anything to help you understand. I'll love you more than anybody can. The leaves will bow down when you walk by And morning bells will chime

The Road goes ever on and on
    Down from the door where it began. Now far ahead the Road has gone. And I must follow if I can,
Pursuing it with eager feet,
    Until it joins some larger way
Where many paths and errands meet. And whither then? 

I cannot say.

The Road goes ever on and on
    Out from the door where it began. Now far ahead the Road has gone. Let others follow it who can!
Let them a journey new begin,
    But I at last with weary feet
Will turn towards the lighted inn,
    My evening-rest and sleep to meet.

Born free, as free as the wind blows

As free as the grass grows

Born free to follow your heart

Live free and beauty surrounds you

The world still astounds you

Each time you look at a star

Stay free where no walls divide you

You're free as the roaring tide

So there's no need to hide

Born free and life is worth living

But only worth living 

'Cause you're born free

Stay free where no walls divide you

You're free as the roaring tide

So there's no need to hide

Born free and life is worth living

But only worth living 

'Cause you're born free