posted March 17, 2007 06:46 AM              

I just wanted to tell you how wonderful you made me feel by giving me an opportunity to participate in sharing loving emotions through the poems and images, and through your gentle treating of one another.

I'm so thankful for that.

Last few days I find hard to express what I feel through the words, so I wanted to contributed to this gentle thread by sharing the music of one of the most wonderful artist that I've ever listened to,
Ennio Morricone.

He brings me peace, makes me think gently of the things and of life, and I hope you will enjoy his music too.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PRb8KKyenSY

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XvBT9sqXnew

posted March 17, 2007 07:53 AM              

I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made:
Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honey-bee,
And live alone in the bee-loud glade.

And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,
Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;
There midnight's all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
And evening full of the linnet's wings.

I will arise and go now, for always night and day
I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey,
I hear it in the deep heart's core.

William Butler Yeats (1865-1939)

posted March 17, 2007 04:45 PM              

______________________________

~Judgement Must Be Balanced With Compassion~
~Do Not Seek Wealth From The Suffering, Or The Dire Needs Of Others~
~Assumption Is The Bane Of Understanding~

posted March 17, 2007 06:20 PM              

Also, thank you for returning back here; you made many people happy, including me.
Though I am quite new in here, I saw how people reacted when you came back, and by reading your posts; I see why.
You seem to be so gentle, kind and wise.

And also, you have the loveliest little icons and images

Here's something I'd like to share;

Silence is the great teacher, and to learn its lessons you must pay attention to it.
There is no substitute for the creative inspiration, knowledge, and stability that come from knowing how to contact your core of inner silence.
~ Deepak Chopra

"The deepest feelings always show itself in silence; not in silence, but restraint."
~ Marianne Williamson

It is better wither to be silent, or to say things of more value than silence. Sooner throw a pearl at hazard than an idle or useless word; and do not say a little in many words, but a great deal in a few.
~ Pythagoras

They may forget what you said,
but they will never forget how you made them feel.
~ Carl Buehner ~

Do you want to improve the world?
I don't think it can be done.

The world is sacred.
It can't be improved.
If you tamper with it, you'll ruin it.
If you treat it like an object, you'll lose it.

There is a time for being ahead,
a time for being behind;
a time for being in motion,
a time for being at rest;
a time for being vigorous,
a time for being exhausted;
a time for being safe,
a time for being in danger.

The Master sees things as they are,
without trying to control them.
She lets them go their own way,
and resides at the center of the circle.
- Tao Te Ching

Let us be silent that we may hear the whispers of the Gods.
- Ralph Waldo Emerson

Hush! Love is here.
~ Amelia Edith Barr

Enjoy your weekend, fayte.m
You, and all the wonderful people here

Love xxx

posted March 17, 2007 08:20 PM              

Fayte, Love you here again.
Fayte & Silver~~

Castlegirl~ Thank you for the Beauty~and Wisdom.

Grateful Sights to behold.

One Rainy Wish

Golden Rose,
The Colour of the Dream I had
Not too long ago
A Misty Blue
and the Lilac too
A never to grow old

There you were under
the Tree of Song
Sleeping so peacefully
In your hand a Flower played
Awaiting there for me

I have never
Laid eyes on you
Not before
This timeless day
but you woke and whoa
Smiled my name
And you stole
My Heart away little girl, yeah,
Alright!

Golden Rose the Colour of the
Dream I had
Not too long ago
Misty Blue and Lilac too
A never to grow old.

It's only a dream
I'd love to tell somebody
about this Dream
The Sky was filled with
a Thousand Stars
While the Sun kissed the
Mountains Blue
And Eleven Moons played across
Rainbows above Me & You

Gold and Rose
the Color of the
Velvet Walls around Us.

~James Marshall Hendrix

posted March 17, 2007 10:31 PM              

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~Judgement Must Be Balanced With Compassion~
~Do Not Seek Wealth From The Suffering, Or The Dire Needs Of Others~
~Assumption Is The Bane Of Understanding~

posted March 18, 2007 01:45 AM              

Those are cool fishes!

Castlegirl… thanks for joining us. Those are beautiful poems!

Fayte… good to see you my friend:

I like this one, one of my favorites:

Lia:

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The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

posted March 18, 2007 02:03 AM              

An Enigma


"Seldom we find," says Solomon Don Dunce,
"Half an idea in the profoundest sonnet.
Through all the flimsy things we see at once
As easily as through a Naples bonnet-
Trash of all trash!- how can a lady don it?
Yet heavier far than your Petrarchan stuff-
Owl-downy nonsense that the faintest puff
Twirls into trunk-paper the while you con it."
And, veritably, Sol is right enough.
The general tuckermanities are arrant
Bubbles- ephemeral and so transparent-
But this is, now- you may depend upon it-
Stable, opaque, immortal- all by dint
Of the dear names that he concealed within 't.

Edgar Allan Poe

Leaves fall softly on the lake
Serenity ripples in their wake.
One ripple, one beat upon my heart
As laughter echoes in the dark.
While children cry and mothers soothe
And light reveals the morning's truth.
As hope is cloaked in darkness' sorrow,
So do I await tomorrow.

TIMELESS ENIGMA
by Phil Cerasoli

Religion wages conflict
With scientific mind.
God and evolution
Confused and intertwined.

Did we first leave murky waters
To crawl upon the sand
Or breathe our first in Eden
Underneath God's loving hand?

Did we struggle through the centuries
Just to face a mindless fate
In a dark eternal vacuum
That awaits beyond death's gate?

Or does the trip have purpose?
A time to grow and learn?
A harbinger of afterlife
Where joy and passion burn?

These questions without answers
Turn us, in a way,
Into walking contradictions
As we waver day to day.

Wanting heaven's promise,
Yet so afraid to die.
And, in the end, it leaves us
To sit and wonder why.

Why is it, then, that we are here?
Why must we scale this cliff?
But no-one has the answers so
We're left to wonder if

That dark foreboding landmark
Waiting 'round the final bend
Marks the end of the beginning
Or the beginning of the end.

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The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

posted March 19, 2007 05:10 PM              

I've been trying to post on this thread for at least 20 times, but it won't let me.
Post is a bit longer, yes,
but shorter than I used to send here..

posted March 19, 2007 05:18 PM              

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The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

posted March 19, 2007 05:26 PM              

I wanted to thank you for a warm welcome; you, Lialei, fayte.m for wonderful posts..it didn't let me..

I'll just say a big Thank You to all of you
...and be as short as I can lol.

Here's something I wanted to post (hope it'll go through)
I'd like to share one passage from one of my favourite writers, Albert Camus.
I am very fond of his essays on nature and its beauty and wisdom; I hope you'll enjoy it, too.

"The secret I am looking for is buried in a valley of olive trees, beneath the grass and cold violets, around an old house that smells of vines.
For more than twenty years I have wandered over this valley, and over others like it, questioning dumb goatherds, knocking at the door of empty ruins. Sometimes, when the first star shines in a still, clear sky, beneath a rain of delicate light, I have thought that I knew.
I did know, in fact. Perhaps I still know.
But no one is interested in this secret, doubtless I myself do not desire it, and I cannot cut myself off from my own people.
I live with my family, who believe they reign over rich and hideous cities, built of stones and mists.
Day and night it raises its voice, and everything yields beneath it while it bows down to nothing: it is deaf to all secrets.
Its power sustains me and yet bores me, and I come to be weary of its cries.
But its unhappiness is my own, we are of the same blood.
I too am sick, and am I not a noisy accomplice who has cried out among the stones?
Thus I try to forget, I march through our cities of iron and fire, I smile bravely at the night, I welcome the storms, I will be faithful.
In fact, I have forgotten: henceforth, I shall be deaf and active.
But perhaps one day, when we are ready to die of ignorance and exhaustion,
I shall be able to renounce our shrieking tombs, to go and lie down in the valley, under the unchanging light,
and learn for one last time what I know.

--Albert Camus, "The Return to Tipasa" (1953)

posted March 19, 2007 06:04 PM              

You made my weekend so wonderful
Thank you so much!
I was reading wise sayings, wonderful poems, and enjoying wonderful images..

Lia, thank you so much for your kind words.
The images and poems you post tell so much of your wonderful nature
Thank you for being so kind

fayte.m, so many wise quotes, thank you for sharing them
Mark Twain always brings a smile on my face with his witty comparisons
I also loved Lao Tzu's one;
Kindness in words creates confidence. Kindness in thinking creates profoundness Kindness in giving creates love.

so beautiful...

Silverstone, thank you for your welcome!
I'm enjoying so much reading beautiful poems in quiet; without conversation, without a sound, they say so much.
Thank you

MysticMelody, this is a heavenly thread, isn't it

posted March 20, 2007 02:09 AM              

I miss the woods.
Months of cold winter now~~it's been so long since I felt the warm sun on my skin.

Maybe you're drawn here, understanding why
this sanctuary is so appealing.
This Soft Beauty here; a refuge
from the Crazy World.

Kindred Sensitive Hearts seeking solace
in Poetry, Art and Song.

For if only the Beauty that resides
within Us we could forever envision without,
not the harsher sights and sounds
we must take in all around us~ terrible visions of cruelties and injustices
unmeasured. They shake my foundations
and invade my dreams. Perhaps you understand?

~The Wilderness is calling;
urging an Exile~
an Awakening to a Dream~

Silver, thank you for the beautiful painting. Edgar's Poetry as well.

~Run To The Water~

Oh desert speak to my heart
oh woman of the earth
maker of children
who weep for love
maker of this birth
'til your deepest secrets
are known to me
I will not be moved
I will not be moved

"don't try to find the answer
when there aint no question here
brother let your
heart be wounded
and give no mercy
to your fear"

adam and eve live
down the street from me
babylon is in every town
it's as crazy as its ever been
loves a stranger all around

In a moment
we lost our minds here
and lay our spirit down
today we live a thousand years
all we have is now

run to the water
and find me there
burnt to the core
but not broken
we'll cut through the madness
of these streets below the moon
these streets below the moon

and I will never leave you
'til we can say,
"this world
was just a dream
we were sleepin'
now we're awake"
'til we can say

in a moment we
lost our minds here
and dreamt
the world was round
a million mile fall from grace
thank god we missed the ground

run to the water
and find me there
burnt to the core
but not broken
we'll cut throught the madness
of these streets below the moon
with a nuclear fire
of love in our hearts

yeah, I can see it now, lord
out beyond all the
breakin' of waves
and the tribulation
it's a place and the home
of ascended souls
who swam out there in love!

run to the water
and find me there
burnt to the core
but not broken
we'll cut thorugh the madness
of these streets below the moon
with a nuclear fire
of love in our hearts

rest easy baby, rest easy
and recognize it all
as light and rainbows
smashed to smithereens
and be happy

run to the water
(and find me there)
run to the water

~LIVE

posted March 23, 2007 03:09 AM              

"Wait not for tomorrow, gather from today the roses of life."

"Our memories, like our dreams, are ours alone and tell our story."

"Those who love us remind us to look deeper, and to remember the very fabric
of which we are made."

"Our dreams can take us to faraway places, but only our hearts can bring us home."

"Whatever the heart has once cherished, it shall never, ever lose."

"The greatest heroes are those whose names are written in our hearts."

"Life is precious. There is no time to leave important words unsaid
or a kindness undone."

"If while we are a child just one someone loves us uncritically, then we will have love
to give for the rest of our lives."

"Just think of all the things that would have never been, if you had never been."

"Memories are wrapped in ribbons of the heart"

"Time will never silence that which brings music to the heart."

"Some people give without asking and remember every kindness. Perhaps this is love
in its purest form."

"When we give of ourselves, we share the finest gift of all."

"The greatest risk is not risking at all."

"Our deepest feelings are often unspoken, but a kindred spirit can set them free."

"Love is the light within you that can never be put out."

"Celebrate the beauty of dreams, and forever hold close
private treasures of the heart."

"Life is a garden of beauty and wonder, made richer by those
who share our path."

"Cut not the wings of your dreams,
for they are the heartbeat and the freedom of your soul."

" To believe can become the most passionate treasure we possess, for it is to trust in life and in the beauty of one another."

"With the autumn wind there comes a sense of renewal and the feeling that something wonderful is about to happen."

These are all quotes by Flavia~

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The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

posted March 23, 2007 03:40 AM              

That is a wonderful passage you posted; so much to contemplate!

I'll be back...

Silverstone

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The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

posted March 23, 2007 05:14 PM              

Lia
I hope you are better from last events, and that you'll relax for weekend and enjoy it as much as you can.
I'm glad you liked the passage; it makes me cry cause everytime I read it I feel like I'm living where I don't belong (in a city); and I'm dreaming of rain on the grass, the sound of trees in the evening, the song of birds...
This thread gives me a bit of that atmosphere; peace and contact with silence; thank you so much for being here with me.

Silverstone, I'm so glad you liked it, too.
Thank you for the wonderful quotes
I just remembered one quote from Oscar Wilde, which would be an answer on yours "I'll be back.."
It goes
"If you're not too long, we'll wait for you here all our life"
Come back soon, your quotes and poems are wonderful.

Fayte.m , I'm enjoying reading EVERYTHING you post..such a creative person you are ( I could live 100 more lives, and wouldn't come as close as you regarding ideas lol)
Come back soon; the quote for Silverstone goes for you and Lia, too.

Here's something nice;

"A Tear and a Smile"
Kahlil Gibran

chapter 22: Song of the Soul

In the depth of my soul there is a wordless song
A song that lives in the seed of my heart.
It refuses to melt with ink on parchment;
It engulfs my affection in a transparent cloak
And flows but not upon my lips.

How can I sigh it?
I fear it may mingle with earthly ether;
To whom shall I sing it?
It dwells in the house of my soul,
In fear of harsh ears.

When I look into my inner eyes I see the shadow of its shadow;
When I touch my fingertips I feel its vibrations.

The deeds of my hands heed its presence as a lake must reflect the glittering stars;
My tears reveal it, as bright drops of dew reveal the secret of a withering rose.

It is a song composed by contemplation,
And published by silence,
And shunned by clamour,
And folded by truth,
And repeated by dreams,
And understood by love,
And hidden by awakening,
And sung by the soul.

It is the song of love;
What Cain or Esau could sing it?

It is more fragrant than jasmine;
What voice could enslave it?

It is heartbound, as a virgin's secret;
What string could quiver it?

Who dares unite the roar of the sea
And the singing of the nightingale?
Who dares compare the shrieking tempest
To the sigh of an infant?
Who dares speak aloud the words
Intended for the heart to speak?
What human dares sing in voice
The song of God?

posted March 24, 2007 01:58 AM              

Most of us are familiar with the above quote taking from Shakespeare’s Hamlet, but how many of us know this verse: “And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou can not then be false to any man.” Unless we can be true to ourselves first, we cannot be true to others.

To thine own self be true…..how profound. How many of us have a hard time being true to ourselves? Those of us that gave our life to another at the cost of loosing who we are in the process will have a hard time being true to ourselves. Allowing someone else to define who we are, we lose our ability to discover and grow inwardly. We no longer are able to discern a truth from a lie. For many of us, we have accepted lies for so long, that finding out what is true takes time. Having done this very thing, I know how difficult the journey to self-discovery can be.

Truth….truth is a word that brings out such negative reactions to many of us. You see truth is really an action word. You cannot accept truth without change. Accepting truth about ourselves is difficult, especially to those of us who have been abused. But
truth does set one free if we will allow it to; it is a crucial part of healing. It gives us the freedom to be who we are. We are able to come to terms with our weakness (without condemnation) and appreciate our strength. Truth gives strength; it naturally builds healthy boundaries. Truth is open; it is honest even at the risk of being vulnerable again. Truth is light and brings forth life. When we walk in truth, we walk in light and when we walk in light we live a healthy life.

Truth is also love. The greatest act of love towards another is living a life that is truthful. For those of us who find it difficult to love ourselves, we will find it will come more easily when we walk in truth about who we are. If we walk in truth, we walk in perfect love, and if we walk in perfect love, then we do not walk in fear because perfect love cast out fear. Because we have been honest with ourselves, we are able to love ourselves with all of our imperfections, knowing that we are in “process” and therefore need not have others approval. This is freedom indeed.

The second part of this verse is a natural occurrence if we hold true to the first part of the verse. So, when in doubt as to our motives of not being truthful with someone….look inside, are we being less than truthful to ourselves?

quote:

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”This above all: to thine ownself be true,
And it must follow, as the night the day,
Thou canst not then be false to any man.”
-Shakespeare-Hamlet

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Origins

Honest and for True
by John Collins
I saw an old Greek fellow wandering the streets the other evening holding a lantern out in front of himself, scanning the storefronts, alleyways, and passing cars. He looked kind of disappointed. I can't say as I blame him.

I don't mean to be a Cynic, but I think Diogenes' task of finding an honest man was probably a lot easier in his day than it is in ours. In fact, dishonesty and deception are so pervasive in today's society that we've constructed entire lexicons of larcenous and libelous language for the everyday use of politicians, lawyers, and ex-football stars.

As you've probably guessed, this issue's Origins focusses on honesty. This is apropos, actually, since the main purpose of the column is to help uncover the truth behind everyday sayings. Now, time to get to the Naked Truth.

But what is Truth, really, and why is it naked. Well, Truth, it seems, is a tall, skinny fellow, slightly balding, with a protruding Adam's apple, very scholarly and, of course, modest and reserved, though occasionally a little self-righteous. One day, lo these many years agone, Truth and his rather slovenly counterpart, Falsehood, were strolling together through the woods (they were often together, as they are quite dependent on each other — what is the light of Truth, after all, without the darkness of Falsehood against which to compare it?). They were chatting amiably, as was their wont, though not paying much attention to each other:

Truth: "Beauty is truth, truth beauty — that is all ye know on earth, and all ye need know."

Falsehood: "Truth, sir, is a cow, which will yield people no more milk, and so they are gone to milk the bull."

Truth: "If you do not tell the truth about yourself you cannot tell it about other people."

Falsehood: "In matters of grave importance, style, not sincerity, is the vital thing."

Their friendly discourse was interrupted by the appearance of a lovely lake (well, okay, the lake didn't actually appear, it was sort of already there and they just happened upon it). On a hot day such as the one on which we are visiting the companions, it was a welcome sight, and they both stripped naked — see where this is going now? — and jumped in.

Truth was splashing pleasantly about enjoying the natural honesty of the little fishies when Falsehood challenged him to swim to the other side of the lake. As it wasn't all that far (and as Truth was, truth to tell, a tad gullible), Truth took the challenge and set off for the far shore. No sooner was he twenty yards away, however, than Falsehood splashed up to the beach and stole Truth's clothes for himself, since they were much finer than his old rags.

When Truth got back from his little excursion, he saw Falsehood parading around on the shore in Truth's finery. When asked about his actions, Falsehood replied, "Since Truth is beauty, you don't need these nice clothes. You can wear mine." And with that, he walked off into the woods.

Truth slogged out of the lake and looked down at the little pile of stained robes left by Falsehood. "I would rather," he announced to no one in particular, "walk naked than wear the raiments of Falsehood!" And henceforth, he walks the earth as Naked Truth.

So, there it is, the unadulterated truth about Truth.

posted March 24, 2007 03:42 AM              

no thoughts,
no mind
to rot
behind
a trail of disasters

a final the curse
abandoned hearse
we ride disowned
corroded to the bone

the fields of green
are bent, obscene
i lay upon the gravel

a worm of hope
a hangman's rope
pulls me one way or the other

a final curse
abandoned hearse
we write this song
corroded to the bone

a bird of song
is heard no longer
in the evacuated heavens

the drain is drawn
and drained and gone
and on and on, it doesn't matter

a final the curse
abandoned hearst
we ride disowned,
corroded to the bone

~Beck