posted August 29, 2006 02:58 AM              

The tree which moves some to tears of joy
is in the eyes of others
only a green thing that stands in the way.
Some see nature all ridicule and deformity...
and some scarce see nature at all.
But to the eyes of the man of imagination,
nature is imagination itself.

~William Blake

posted August 30, 2006 12:47 AM              

You are a true treasure. I am sure your family knows that May I recommend something? I think you should write, Lia. You have so much to give. Your writing conveys so much peace. And you know what... I know you will find whatever it is your heart searches Nothing is lost forever-- in this world there's a kind of painful progress, longing for what we left behind and dreaming ahead. You are a true poet at heart, I knew that when I first joined Lindaland. I am sure most of us see that here (let those who have eyes see) Your Sagi wisdom carries with you and your future lays sparkling ahead...

Some of my best lines about Sagi:

As long as you let her call her soul her own, and don't make her feel tied down, your Sagittarius Pollyanna will give you a triple bonus: her loyalty, her trust and her affection. The three are inseparable, because when she gives her love, her friendship trots right along beside it.

The Jupiter woman is an incurable idealist. And here's a secret perhaps she never told you: She fell in love with you many years ago, when she was a little girl and wished on the new Moon for someone to share her honest heart. There were lots of times when she thought she had found you and was disappointed. But when you finally came along, she knew you right away, because you were a gentle clown with a dream or two of your own who took her hand and showed her the way to the stars.
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Whether he/she is bold or backward, the true nature of this generous idealist is as merry as the Christmas holly berry. Bravely, he/she pins a large carnation over his or her big heart, and curves his/her bow toward the sky. When he or she aims straight, he/she shoots higher than man can see-past the stars-to the place where all dreams are really born.

Sun signs~ Linda Goodman

Good night
Silverstone
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posted August 30, 2006 01:36 AM              

*bows her head, so gratefully affected*

*lifts her head and smiles*

thank you.

I do write. Although words haven't been coming to me recently. I've learned not to force it. It comes when it's meant to. I used to let writer's block bother me more, but I realized the time of reflection is just as meaningful and needed as the words. (time of incubation/gestation...to every thing there is a season.)

I felt somewhat silly asking you if you write, because it seems apparant in your every post. I would ask you to share, but you already do. (but more is always welcomed)

Yes, get some rest! You work too hard, you know!

Thanks for typing Linda out. She writes so beautifully. Those passages I remember especially. I have always wished on the Moon.

posted August 30, 2006 01:45 AM              

There was a river

There was a river
once

cool crystaline clear
molecules,
untainted and pure

gushing and surging

knowing only
nature's revered touch

cell-memory-knowing
a collective memory
living on in our hearts

There are galaxies now

white dwarves and super novas

stars, living and dying,

reflections we receive
a million years
after the fact,

as pure and chaste
as that river

yet unaware
of humanity's breath
nor morbid touch

(how long can we deny
the home-sickness we feel
experiencing the gift
of an open meadow?)

Some seeds are
best left unplanted

Some dreams may do or die

Wanting,
wanting,

a hole ached for filling

when wanting breeds destruction

yet to Cherish

fills the sky.

posted August 30, 2006 10:33 PM              

Silverstone

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posted August 31, 2006 12:24 AM              

This thread has been such a pleasure to read. Both of you spoke such beautiful words and I love all the poems here.

Just reading this thread and images of woods, trees, waterfalls and along with the words you both spoke it gave me such a feeling of peace.

Thank you both.

posted August 31, 2006 02:11 AM              

There is another sky

There is another sky,
Ever serene and fair,
And there is another sunshine,
Though it be darkness there;
Never mind faded forests, Austin,
Never mind silent fields --
Here is a little forest,
Whose leaf is ever green;
Here is a brighter garden,
Where not a frost has been;
In its unfading flowers
I hear the bright bee hum:
Prithee, my brother,
Into my garden come!

To make a prairie

To make a prairie it takes a clover
And one bee, –
One clover, and a bee,
And revery.
The revery alone will do
If bees are few.

I never saw a moor

I never saw a moor;
I never saw the sea.
Yet know I how the heather looks
And what a wave must be.

I never spoke with God,
Nor visited in Heaven.
Yet certain am I of the spot
As if a chart were given.

Mirandee thank you; your posts are always comforting

"Our ability to perceive quality in nature begins, as in art, with the pretty. It expands through stages of the beautiful to values as yet uncaptured by Language"

Aldo Leopold~

Good night
Silverstone
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posted August 31, 2006 11:09 AM              

Mirandee, so cool to see you pop in here.
This thread has brought me much serenity lately as well.

posted September 01, 2006 12:32 PM              

The Soul's Cathedral

Nature is our greatest teacher.
No other potential gift of revelation can be found but in the awe, observation and empathetic assimilation of Nature's simplistic still, yet flowing breath.

All amount of fortitude...of striving, seeking, needing
will return you in time to that solitary omniscience of True Presence felt under the Stars.

We feel the Power there. The feeling of potential Self-realization, so close and magic, that no other surrounding can so presently stir.

All trivialities and external superficialities; worries, anxieties...vanish awakened to the diminutiveness that they truly are when held aligned to the Vastness of Space.

There we Are.

So Small, one is prone to think at first thought, before
dwelving deeper into the miraculous wonder of our Existance.
Our Grandness of Being at All within such Space.

And the Stars appear Fixed; unmoving,
even with the knowledge that All is forever in natural movement of expansion and change.
Yet, to us, in our little cells of reality,
we sense reliability and endurance in their position in Time.

Such is the Soul's realm, there under the Stars;
The Soul's Cathedral.

As Earth's Nature swirls around us so quick.
Such is Life.
Our lives, forever in movement, change and internal warring between resistance and flexibility.

The Stars become an Enduring reflection of the eternal state of Serenity of our Souls.

Nature Storms and Hurricanes around us.
Waves mountain and swell,
rocking us towards calmer Seas,
only to swell once more.

This is Life; forever Challenge and Movement.
Natural Cycles of Gifts of Opportunity for Growth.
Growth forever resulting directly from unresistance.
Trust in an eternal cycle beyond our knowledge and vision.

The Sun sets.
The Moon rises...falling into the rising Sun.
On and On, a symbolic endurance of our Soul's within.

For even in our daily human struggles with ego, vanity and materialism,
the Soul within endures onwards in an unswaying Pureness of Truth.

As Love, when Truly as Pure as Nature's breath...
when Truly felt from the Soul....remains.
Forever enduring on in Trust and Faith and Wonder
through all external rumbling storms.

~It is only the finite that has wrought and suffered.
The infinite lies stretched in smiling repose.~ Emerson

posted September 02, 2006 05:47 AM              

For you Lia and all (where's HSC?)

Here are some of my favorites by Emerson:

"What lies behind us and what lies before us are small matters compared to what lies within us"

“The world is all gates, all opportunities, strings of tension waiting to be struck. ”

“There are no days in life so memorable as those which vibrated to some stroke of the imagination.”

“The invariable mark of wisdom is to see the miraculous in the common.”

"Great men are they who see that spiritual is stronger than any material force; and that thoughts rule the world."

"A man is a bundle of relations, a knot of roots, whose flower and fruitage is the world."

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posted September 02, 2006 05:58 AM              

Henry David Thoreau

Rather than love, than money, than fame, give me truth.

Henry David Thoreau

(Hehee, Lia and I am not done; I am saving the best for last ...)

Silverstone

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posted September 02, 2006 06:09 AM              

quote:

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All amount of fortitude...of striving, seeking, needing
will return you in time to that solitary omniscience of True Presence felt under the Stars

We feel the Power there. The feeling of potential Self-realization, so close and magic, that no other surrounding can so presently stir.
.............................
For even in our daily human struggles with ego, vanity and materialism,
the Soul within endures onwards in an unswaying Pureness of Truth.

As Love, when Truly as Pure as Nature's breath...
when Truly felt from the Soul....remains.
Forever enduring on in Trust and Faith and Wonder
through all external rumbling storms.

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These are keepers

Silverstone

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posted September 02, 2006 06:41 AM              

quote:

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In every cry of every man,
In every Infant's cry of fear,
In every voice, in every ban,
The mind-forged manacles I hear.

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to be free of our mind-forged manacles...

posted September 30, 2006 01:11 AM              

It feels like a warm, peaceful Sanctuary in here.

I was in a rush last time and didn't get to reply as properly as I hoped.

Silverstone, thank you. What a nice feeling to hear those words left some impression on you.
Thoreau was a fascinating individual, wasn't he?
Brilliant artists, like him, Emily Dickenson, Christina Rossetti, etc, who lived a rebellious, lone existance, inspired by the beauty of their own truth and hearts...they fascinate me so. They weren't impressed by things of the world, except the purity of Love and Nature. They felt no need to conform to any expectations of them. They knew in their hearts what was meaningful and truly mattered.
I just think that's so cool.

Salome:

"does truth do that?"

posted September 30, 2006 01:21 AM              

Nature

As a fond mother,
when the day is o'er,
Leads by the hand
her little child to bed,
Half-willing,
half reluctant to be led,
And leave his broken
playthings on the floor,
Still gazing at them
through the open door,
Nor wholly reassured
and comforted
By promise of others
in their stead,
Which, though more splendid,
may not please him more;
So Nature deals with us,
and takes away
our playthings one by one,
and by the hand
Leads us to rest
so gently, that we go
scarce knowing if we
wished to go or stay,
Being too full of sleep
to understand
How far the unknown
transcends the what we know.

posted September 30, 2006 03:29 AM              

I miss this thread also I will reply when I get home.

Silverstone

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posted October 01, 2006 06:55 AM              

quote:

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Nature

As a fond mother,
when the day is o'er,
Leads by the hand
her little child to bed,
Half-willing,
half reluctant to be led,
And leave his broken
playthings on the floor,
Still gazing at them
through the open door,
Nor wholly reassured
and comforted
By promise of others
in their stead,
Which, though more splendid,
may not please him more;
So Nature deals with us,
and takes away
our playthings one by one,
and by the hand
Leads us to rest
so gently, that we go
scarce knowing if we
wished to go or stay,
Being too full of sleep
to understand
How far the unknown
transcends the what we know.

~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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Greetings, Lia Interesting that you post this poem. I love this poem. It echoes my old time favorite, Robert Frost’s Nothing Gold Can Stay I feel like I have known you for a very long time; perhaps, in another life But I am sure I will discover that with time.

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posted October 01, 2006 06:57 AM              

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posted October 01, 2006 06:59 AM              

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posted October 01, 2006 07:00 AM              

I am so glad you bumped this, Lia! And sorry if I went overboard, dear

Silverstone

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posted October 01, 2006 08:09 AM              

NOTHING GOLD CAN STAY

Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.

~Robert Frost

I love this poem as it's rich in figurative langauge. The repetition of “So” at the beginning reinforces the inescapability of time’s progress, and the final line sums up the idea that change is always happening, that we cannot hold onto the things we cherish. Gold unabashedly becomes a symbol–a very traditional one–for the highest value and most radiant beauty. Spring, dawn, and Eden are each a sort of Golden Age, an impermanent paradise. What lies ahead is never stated overtly, but it is inarguably present by implication. Day is inevitably followed by night. Summer is succeeded by fall and winter. The green leaf eventually turns brown and decays. Human youth, by implication, is followed by maturity, old age, and ultimately death... again, we are chained by time. The golden moment, therefore, is all the more precious because it is transitory. By focusing on a single moment, evokes an entire day, year, lifetime, and human history. It evokes a point in life when the golden illusions of youth have vanished. Perhaps its hard-won wisdom is rooted in a difficult experience. It transcends into a universal vision of the human condition. Not a private complaint about life's injustice but a tender if heartbreaking expression of the transience of beauty and the grief of mortality.

Silverstone

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posted October 01, 2006 08:18 AM              

William Blake (1757-1827)
To the Muses

Whether on Ida's shady brow,
Or in the chambers of the East,
The chambers of the sun, that now
From ancient melody have ceas'd;
Whether in Heav'n ye wander fair,
Or the green corners of the earth,
Or the blue regions of the air,
Where the melodious winds have birth;
Whether on crystal rocks ye rove,
Beneath the bosom of the sea
Wand'ring in many a coral grove,
Fair Nine, forsaking Poetry!
How have you left the ancient love
That bards of old enjoy'd in you!
The languid strings do scarcely move!
The sound is forc'd, the notes are few!

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posted October 01, 2006 07:46 PM              

this was especially profound to me:

"our innocence doesn’t stay, unless we find our true selves, maybe"

Yes, exactly. It's a returning.
That's so amazing that you already sense that. It's always there. It's incorruptable...Pure.

I'm also thinking we may have known each other longer than we are yet aware.
You're presence always brings me such a feeling of comfort.