posted August 25, 2006 11:31 PM              

More from William on Truth~

"When I tell the truth, it is not for the sake of convincing those who do not know it,
but for the sake of defending those that do."

posted August 25, 2006 11:35 PM              

"When I tell the truth, it is not for the sake of convincing those who do not know it,
but for the sake of defending those that do."

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

posted August 25, 2006 11:45 PM              

A truth that's told with bad intent, Beats all the lies you can invent.
William Blake

Innocence dwells with Wisdom, but never with Ignorance.
William Blake

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

posted August 27, 2006 08:42 PM              

"Pity"

"Ancient of Days"

oh, and I love the Robert Frost poem in your signature.

posted August 27, 2006 08:48 PM              

~Silent Sunlight~

Silent sunlight, welcome in
There is work I must now begin
All my dreams have blown away
And the children want to play
They'll soon remember things to do
When the heart is young
And the night is done
And the sky is blue

Morning songbird, sing away
Lend a tune to another day
Bring your wings and choose a roof
Sing a song of love and truth
We'll soon remember if you do
When all things were tall
And our friends were small
And the world was new

Sleepy horses, heave away
Put your backs to the golden hay
Don't ever look behind at the work you've done
For your work has just begun
There'll be the evening in the end
but till that time arrives
You can rest your eyes
And begin again

posted August 27, 2006 10:47 PM              

I am glad you like the poem by Robert frost. I do truly love this poem; it is very meaningful to me; it is a beautiful poem with stunning and touching imagery. The simplicity of the scene is what makes the poem so attractive. The rhythm makes it a wonderful piece to read.

The world of the woods is a world offering perfect quiet and solitude, exists side by side with the realization that there is also another world...

“The woods are lovely dark and deep” - this one poignant line is the essence of our longing for meaning to our lives, for peace, for escape, for the ability to find answers to life's mysteries, to find a way to please our Creator before He takes us home. The secret yearning in our soul for escape from our everyday world, to find our rightful place, carries with it a fear of the unknown… only a few turn off the road into those lovely, dark, deep woods..

Eventually, sad to say, such little interludes do end, even as we regain our momentum and move on to our appointed tasks. But I think it is important to remember to pause at times, to appreciate things of this kind. The world will always be there clamoring for our attention and work. So we must decide on our own to take these opportunities. Furthermore, the poet is put in mind of the "promises" he has to keep, of the miles he still must travel. It is the repetition of this line, "and miles to go before I sleep," bringing us to the conclusion of the poem, that awakens in us, who are so inclined to feel it, a strong identification with the profound power of our resignated acceptance of our responsibilities - our responsibility to trudge on, our responsibility to live. In this sense, the poem is more about life
than death. It is melancholy, evocative, true, and beautiful. A masterpiece I like to call it. Here is the entire poem:

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
Robert Frost

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it's queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there's some mistake.
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.

Silverstone

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

posted August 28, 2006 12:02 AM              

(I'm having problems with long posts, so please bear with my multiple posts here. )

posted August 28, 2006 12:39 AM              

I laid down in it, closed my eyes and rested.
The sun was high and hot. I began sweating in my work attire...to cut to the chase, I thought of how isolated I was, and the freedom I felt in that moment.
So I peeled my clothes off and lay there, feeling the warm sun on my skin....feeling entirely free of the world, of all my troubles, of all expectations, labelings, judgements, narrow perceptions.
I stretched,relaxed, purrred, feeling so sensually content in that moment.

Entirely Free~ Nature's Child.

There are times in life when something has got to give,
When you're pressed with the feeling of closing in and breaking down.
I was so thankful for that precious time. It helped me greatly.

It reminded me of where I was heading and of what is most meaningful.

*thanks for listening.

posted August 28, 2006 01:01 AM              

Clearing

I trodded through
a darkened wood
through the jumbled
pathway of a mind
Musky smells
Mysterious sounds
Invading my senses
all around

I paced this ground

Such unearthly quiet
was felt among the noise
ever beckoning wonder
of the message it would gift
to the humbled listener
who strained so eager to hear
such sound long forgotten
to the quest-ioning ear

A clearing
is a bright open miracle
to the unexpected

and only found
when one wanders
off the pathway
to untrodden ground

Leaving behind
what one
thought one had found

Such exhilarating splendor
to step out
under the opening sky

a fresh breath
an invitation
to leap
to smile
to fly

Such freedom
the clearing espies

an unhindered haven
to the welcoming eye.

posted August 28, 2006 01:02 AM              

"It's like a birth --
out of the darkness, into the Light.
All is new and before you, urging exploration.
Changes aren't necessary when Life is anew.
Clarity of new Wonder breathes sunlight into the skin,
birthing an Existance."

"A snake shedding its skin suddenly...on its way to the river," he thought to himself aloud.

She smiled gently, to herself, "He understands."

Clearings aren't discovered -- they happen.
In those darkest hours, when Time has lost track
of rays so long unseen.
One day after another......
until All inner collectivity just STOPS.....
and the Soul ceases
its frantic Query.

You may count those moments
on your hand......as you look back
to what has brought you here.

And See.....
And Bless.....
And Believe.....

posted August 28, 2006 01:06 AM              

As a soul picks its gait along the path.......so it manifests Cross Roads and Clearings.....

All dead-ends are illusions. There are only detours along the journey . A soul's pathway is not set in stone...but by the malleable illusionary material of a rambling Being. Altering landscapes and surroundings with inner vision of the moment.

A Cross Road is a choice on not where to go , or what to do ...but rather, how to BE.
Whereas a clearing appears so easily, like a sextile or a trine......just There.
Suddenly you ARE, and even unaware of how .....but just ARE.
A gift so amazingly miraculous and precious in time.

Cross Roads are gifts as well...yet more intune to opposition. The potentials are abundant, yet some effort in Being needs be applied.

When these Cross Roads...why?
You had been so keen to be observant on your journey. Alert to the pitfalls and stones that would trip your way.
Just when you eased your gait and felt you may relax a bit...

the Cross Road;

the Fork in the Road appears before you, beckoning you onwards to paths unknown.

Just detours, remember.
Relax and in the silence of Yourself.......listen.

Quiet the frustration......the delay.....just listen and BE.

This is Your gift to BE.

posted August 28, 2006 07:32 PM              

quote:

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~Silent Sunlight~

Silent sunlight, welcome in
There is work I must now begin
All my dreams have blown away
And the children want to play
They'll soon remember things to do
When the heart is young
And the night is done
And the sky is blue

Morning songbird, sing away
Lend a tune to another day
Bring your wings and choose a roof
Sing a song of love and truth
We'll soon remember if you do
When all things were tall
And our friends were small
And the world was new

Sleepy horses, heave away
Put your backs to the golden hay
Don't ever look behind at the work you've done
For your work has just begun
There'll be the evening in the end
but till that time arrives
You can rest your eyes
And begin again

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I love this Lia … I never heard this… and you’ll have to put up with me when it deals with poetry or music I am majoring in English- Composition and Literature go figure… with my Scorpio sun and my Ascendant and Moon both in Pisces, I can’t help it. This is how I view it: The morning songbird is a song of innocence. This song perfectly illustrates how our childhood is the best of all times, carefree, secure, and magical. As life progresses we succumb to reality and we lose the immortality and joy we had as children. We are chained by time our innocence is a wonderful experience. Silent Sunlight a new beginning, paralleled with the forces of nature. “And the children want to play / They'll soon remember things to do / When the heart is young / And the night is done / And the sky is blue” Looking back in time, remembering the beauty of being young. The speaker recreates a typical fantasy that the world disappears when it is no longer visible. The sense of youthful freedom is reinforced, as he says: “There'll be the evening in the end but till that time arrives / You can rest your eyes / And begin again. The reference to the horses is an analogy, we personify the horses… suggesting to look for a new horizon, yet to treasure the time passed by; a time after time, a place after place, in a place after places (Ok, now you got me going ). This line reminds me of the essence of Robert Frost’s poem: There'll be the evening in the end but till that time arrives / You can rest your eyes / And begin again “ A nostalgic and melancholy look back at times gone by. Living the moment is the essence of this song!

Thanks Lia for sharing this song… I also like the pictures you shared by Blake..

Silverstone

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

posted August 28, 2006 08:16 PM              

I know what you mean… My work is also very social and public and some times it can be too much… to be the role-model, to set the expectation for others to see in your work. There are times where I also don’t know how I do it with too much responsibility at both my jobs and school and my personal life. There are many times when I feel the weight is too much… when I wrestle alone in the dark and only I can pull myself out. I’ve realized that in the end, only “we” know what’s occurring in our lives. In essence, I do find time to get away from it all. I love the woods I live surrounded by mountains. Nearby where I live… there are waterfalls… I often visit there when I have time to hike because it helps me find myself at times; it gives me tranquility. I am glad you are a lover of nature… I comprehend your visit to the woods. I think there comes a time to drop it all. To stop… to breath… to get away… where only we know. Wishing you the best, Lia Thanks for the other poems, I put them in my collection
I think I posted this somewhere… I will post here, also:

To everything there is a season, and a time for every purpose under the heaven.....a time to be born.....a time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together.....a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing...
Ecclesiastes 3:1-5

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

posted August 29, 2006 02:48 AM              

Thank you so much for your kindness and understanding, silverstone.
I would have felt so different had I come to see no reply today. And there you were.
It's strange...I feel so much on a vulnerable fine line these days. Every little opening seems like this huge risk or something when it really shouldn't be.
Thankfully I always (in the end) have Jupiterian Faith that needs no tangible proof, and (know you'll understand this with all your Pisces)the Neptunian ability to amplify and expand every little blessing. (oh, and the Scorpionic understanding of deaths/rebirths~Transformation. I'm Scorpio-influenced as well.)

posted August 29, 2006 02:53 AM              

You're so right that "only we know". Maybe that's why it feels so comforting out in the woods alone, in the quiet comfort of our own understanding. "Alone in the woods" is such a metaphor for life, isn't it?

It's amazing, all you are doing~ work, school, etc. It's no wonder it would get overwhelming at times. I'm glad you have the mountains and waterfalls to quiet your tension and refill you, for all you give to everyone else and all your efforts.

"There is a Season"

Life is seasons, isn't it?
Cycles...hills and valleys~
struggling climbs and smooth gliding descents.
It's wonderful when you come to accept the hills as passing times that they are. They won't stay the same, that's for certain. Everything is always changing into the next.
That acceptance has brought me a calm and patience I hadn't known before. (Firey--it took me some time, lol )

Once again, thank you.
Clear and restful dreams to you.

Goodnight

~Lia