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

My Home

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

Just Let The Sun

Just let the sun
Shine on your face
Only the darkness blinds your way

You take it easy
You walk on your own
Look for the sunshine
You'll find your way home

Just let the sun
Find your way home

~© Skin, excerpted lyrics~

Friday, April 27, 2007

In The Light

Dwelling in the light, there is no occasion at all for stumbling, for all things are discovered in the light.

~© George Fox~

Thursday, April 26, 2007

The Sensitive Plant

And Spring arose on the garden fair,
Like the Spirit of Love felt everywhere;
And each flower and herb on Earth's dark breast
Rose from the dreams of its wintry rest.

~© Percy Bysshe Shelley~

Wednesday, April 25, 2007


To lose one's self in reverie, one must be either very happy, or very unhappy. Reverie is the child of extremes.

~© Antoine Rivarol~

Tuesday, April 24, 2007

A Teachable Moment Of Clarity

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

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~

Don't Fade Away

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

Augeries Of Innocence

To see a World in a Grain of Sand
And a Heaven in a wild Flower,
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
And Eternity in an hour.

~© William Blake~

Wednesday, April 18, 2007


everything in the world was falling through
all I knew was to look to you
my sunshine

all my life never found my place
until I felt the sunlight on my face
my sunshine

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
like sunshine
like sunshine
like sunshine

~© Lifehouse, Excerpted lyrics~

Tuesday, April 17, 2007

The Setting Sun

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


Life is the art of drawing without an eraser.

~© John W. Gardner~

Sunday, April 15, 2007

Bridge To Cross

All is black and white
Wouldn't change even if I could
I'll take what I'm handed
Whether it's damned or if it's good
If it's good
If it's good

~© Black Label Society~

Friday, April 13, 2007

Every Day Miracles

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

The Violet

The splendor of the rose and the whiteness of the lily do not rob the little violet of it’s scent nor the daisy of its simple charm. If every tiny flower wanted to be a rose, Spring would lose its loveliness.

~© Therese of Lisieux~

Monday, April 09, 2007

When My Heart Is Heavy...

When my heart is heavy, the sun helps make it light.

~© Astrid Alauda~

Sunday, April 08, 2007

Meeting The Easter Bunny

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
a-tipsy, tipsy-toeing,
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~

Friday, April 06, 2007

A Lesson

Aerodynamically, the bumble bee shouldn't be able to fly, but the bumble bee doesn't know it, so it goes on flying anyway.

~© Mary Kay Ash~

Thursday, April 05, 2007

The Dandelion

It gives one a sudden start in going down a barren, stony street, to see upon a narrow strip of grass, just within the iron fence, the radiant dandelion, shining in the grass, like a spark dropped from the sun.

~© Henry Ward Beecher~

Wednesday, April 04, 2007

The Sky

I have scarcely touched the sky and I am made of it.

~© Antonio Porchia~

Tuesday, April 03, 2007


Again the violet of our early days
Drinks beauteous azure from the golden sun,
And kindles into fragrance at his blaze.

~© Ebenezer Elliott~

Monday, April 02, 2007


The dew-drop in the breeze of morn,
Trembling and sparkling on the thorn,
Falls to the ground, escapes the eye,
Yet mounts on sunbeams to the sky.

~© James Montgomery ~

Sunday, April 01, 2007

I Will Be

I will be the gladdest thing
Under the sun!
I will touch a hundred flowers
And not pick one.

~© Edna St. Vincent Millay~