Monday, April 30, 2007
There is only beauty and it has only one perfect expression- poetry. All the rest is a lie, except for those who live by the body, love, and, that love of the mind- friendship. For me, Poetry takes the place of love because it is enamored of itself and because its sensual delight falls back deliciously in my soul.
~© Stephane Mallarm~
Sunday, April 29, 2007
This is the place that I love the best,
A little brown house, like a ground-bird's nest,
Hid among grasses, and vines, and trees,
Summer retreat of the birds and bees.
The tenderest light that ever was seen
Sifts through the vine-made window screen--
Sifts and quivers, and flits and falls
On home-made carpets and gray-hung walls.
All through June the west wind free
The breath of clover brings to me.
All through the languid July day
I catch the scent of new-mown hay.
The morning-glories and scarlet vine
Over the doorway twist and twine;
And every day, when the house is still,
The humming-bird comes to the window-sill.
In the cunningest chamber under the sun
I sink to sleep when the day is done;
And am waked at morn, in my snow-white bed,
By a singing bird on the roof o'erhead.
Better than treasures brought from Rome,
Are the living pictures I see at home--
My aged father, with frosted hair,
And mother's face, like a painting rare.
Far from the city's dust and heat,
I get but sounds and odors sweet.
Who can wonder I love to stay,
Week after week, here hidden away,
In this sly nook that I love the best--
This little brown house like a ground-bird's nest?
~© Edna Wheeler Wilcox~
Saturday, April 28, 2007
Friday, April 27, 2007
Thursday, April 26, 2007
Wednesday, April 25, 2007
Tuesday, April 24, 2007
Having long striven, having been driven
To amount to something- now I stand at
The crossroads of a teachable moment
This is a time in which fate would foment
Change to rearrange my reality
And now fate is doing precisely that
It is in the darkness I learn to see
At dusk I learn to hope for coming dawn
In winter I appreciate the spring
And see the light brightest when it is gone
Now fate offers me a challenge to grow
To seek and find the all in everything
And learn the more I know the less I know
To taste of the joy of simply being
And experience the peace of seeing
Not through rose-colored glasses nor through black
Embracing what I have not what I lack
A teachable moment of clarity
It is not too late for this gift of fate:
I rise now to my higher destiny
~© Steven Curtis Lance~
Monday, April 23, 2007
Following the sun, to find the one
Who's giving you the wings to fly
Following the sun, the golden one
Losing sense for space and time
Can you feel the waves of life
Can you hear the sigh of love
Do you believe in it
Following the sun, just for the one
Till you'll find the door you thought
Following the sun, like everyone
Searching for a sign of hope
~© Enigma, excerpted lyrics~
And so I stand at the crossroad,
Watching the sun sinking low...
With my cross of indecision,
Trying to find the way to go...
All in all its been a rocky road,
Twists and turns along the way...
But I still pray for tomorrow,
All my hopes, my dreams
Don't fade away
~© Whitesnake, excerpted lyrics~
Thursday, April 19, 2007
Wednesday, April 18, 2007
everything in the world was falling through
all I knew was to look to you
all my life never found my place
until I felt the sunlight on my face
never meant to waste your time
never meant to fall out of line
I always tried to get closer to you
now it seems with every step
feels like I'm losing my breath
I don't know what else I can do
but you wash over me
you wash over me like rain
and you wash over me
you wash over me like sunshine
and you wash over me
you wash over me like rain
and you fall into me
you crawl into me like sunshine
~© Lifehouse, Excerpted lyrics~
Tuesday, April 17, 2007
After a day of cloud and wind and rain
Sometimes the setting sun breaks out again,
And touching all the darksome woods with light,
Smiles on the fields until they laugh and sing,
Then like a ruby from the horizon's ring,
Drops down into the night.
~© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow~
Monday, April 16, 2007
Sunday, April 15, 2007
Friday, April 13, 2007
People usually consider walking on water or in thin air a miracle. But I think the real miracle is not to walk either on water or in thin air, but to walk on earth. Every day we are engaged in a miracle which we don't even recognize: a blue sky, white clouds, green leaves, the black, curious eyes of a child -- our own two eyes. All is a miracle.
~© Thich Nhat Hanh~
Thursday, April 12, 2007
The air and the earth interpenetrated in the warm gusts
of spring; the soil was full of sunlight, and the sunlight full
of red dust. The air one breathed was saturated with
earthy smells, and the grass under foot
had a reflection of the blue sky in it.
~© Willa Cather~
Wednesday, April 11, 2007
Monday, April 09, 2007
Sunday, April 08, 2007
On Easter morn at early dawn
before the cocks were crowing
I met a bob-tail bunnykin
and asked where he was going.
"Tis in the house and out the house
Tis round the house and 'bout the house
a-lightly I am going."
"But what is that of every hue
you carry in your basket?"
"Tis eggs of gold and eggs of blue;
I wonder that you ask it.
"Tis chocolate eggs and bonbon eggs
and eggs of red and gray,
For every child in every house
on bonny Easter day."
He perked his ears and winked his eye
and twitched his little nose;
He shook his tail -- what tail he had --
and stood up on his toes.
"I must be gone before the sun;
the east is growing gray;
Tis almost time for bells to chime." --
So he hippety-hopped away.
~© Author Unknown~