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We spend most of our time and energy
in a kind of horizontal thinking.
We move along the surface of things
going from one quick base to another,
often with a frenzy that wears us out.
We collect data, things, people, ideas,
"profound experiences,"
never penetrating any of them.….
But there are other times.
There are times when we stop.
We lose ourselves in a pile of leaves or its memory.
We listen and breezes from a whole other world
begin to whisper.
~ James Carroll ❃
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A Dream
In visions of the dark night
I have dreamed of joy departed—
But a waking dream of life and light
Hath left me broken-hearted.
Ah! what is not a dream by day
To him whose eyes are cast
On things around him with a ray
Turned back upon the past?
That holy dream—that holy dream,
While all the world were chiding,
Hath cheered me as a lovely beam
A lonely spirit guiding.
What though that light, thro’ storm and night,
So trembled from afar—
What could there be more purely bright
In Truth’s day-star?
~ Edgar Allan Poe
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You're water. We're the millstone.
You're wind. We're dust blown up into shapes.
You're spirit. We're the opening and closing of our hands.
You're the clarity. We're the language that tries to say it.
You're joy. We're all the different kinds of laughing.
~ Rumi
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Moonflowers…♥
(For Milly Sorensen, January 16, 1922 - February 19, 2004)
It was the moonflowers that surprised us.
Early summer we noticed the soft gray foliage.
She asked for seedpods every year but I never saw them in her garden.
Never knew what she did with them.
Exotic and tropical, not like her other flowers.
I expected her to throw them in the pasture maybe,
a gift to the coyotes. Huge, platterlike white flowers
shining in the night to soften their plaintive howling.
A sound I love; a reminder, even on the darkest night,
that manicured lawns don’t surround me.
Midsummer they shot up, filled the small place by the back door,
sprawled over sidewalks, refused to be ignored.
Gaudy and awkward by day,
by night they were huge, soft, luminous.
Only this year, this year of her death
did they break free of their huge, prickly husks
and brighten the darkness she left.
~ Karma Larsen
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♡ Heaven Got Another Angel ♡
~ Gordon True
The roses aren't as pretty
The sun isn't quite as high
The birds don't sing as sweet of a lullaby
The stars are a little bit faded
The clouds just a little more gray
And it feels like things won't ever be the same
✶
Heaven got another angel the night
you left this world behind
Heaven got a little better the day
it took you away from me
I'm missing you tonight
I'll see you again sometime
For now I'll close my eyes
And dream of heaven tonight
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The beaches aren't as lovely
The sky isn't quite as blue
Still they're sweetened by the memory of you
The rain is a little bit colder
The fire is never quite as warm
Still it seems that heaven isn't all that far
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I'm spending a little more time now
With the things that mean a little bit more
I'm noticing the wonders of this world
I love with a little more hope now
I live with a little more peace
Cause I understand how precious life can be
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Oh heaven got another angel the night
you left this world behind
Heaven got a little better the day
it took you away from me
I'm missing you tonight
I'll see you again sometime
For now I'll close my eyes
And dream of heaven tonight.
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xxx Charlie and Anita xxx
To My Dear and Loving Husband
(By Anne Bradstreet)
If ever two were one, then surely we.
If ever man were loved by wife, then thee;
If ever wife was happy in a man,
Compare with me, ye women, if you can.
I prize thy love more than whole mines of gold
Or all the riches that the East doth hold.
My love is such that rivers cannot quench,
Nor ought but love from thee, give recompense.
Thy love is such I can no way repay,
The heavens reward thee manifold, I pray.
Then while we live, in love let’s so persevere
That when we live no more, may we live ever.
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I have come into this world to see this:
all creatures hold hands as we pass
through this miraculous existence
we share on the way
to even a greater being of soul,
a being of just ecstatic light,
forever entwined.
~ Hafiz
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Open the windows,
For the kind breeze is celebrating
The birthday of the beautiful flowers,
And spring
On each and every branch --
Close to each young leaf --
Has turned on lovely candles! …
Look at the generosity
In the eyes of the green meadow
And see the affection
In the soul of the kind breeze …
The Soul is alive again ...
Open the windows
And believe in the spring!
~ Fereydoon Moshiri
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“....in my dreams, we fly....”
~ Joni Mitchell
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You are ‘there’, I ‘here’. Worlds separate us,
Death’s angels, the void of space…
Yet I say your name, and waves of Light
Wash to me silently from your Heart.
~ Rumi
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In the calling out to one another
Of the lovers up and down the strand
In the sound of the waves and the cries
Of the seagulls circling the sand
In the fragments of the songs
Carried down the wind from some radio
In the murmuring of the city in the distance
Ominous and low
I hear the sound of the world where we played
And the far too simple beauty
Of the promises we made
If you ever need holding
Call my name, I'll be there
If you ever need holding
And no holding back, I'll see you through
Sky, sky blue and black
Where the touch of the lover ends
And the soul of the friend begins
There's a need to be separate and a need to be one
And a struggle neither wins
Where you gave me the world I was in
And a place I could make a stand
I could never see how you doubted me
When I'd let go of your hand
Yeah, and I was much younger then
And I must have thought that I would know
If things were going to end
And the heavens were rolling
Like a wheel on a track
And our sky was unfolding
And it'll never fold back
Sky blue and black
And I'd have fought the world for you
If I thought that you wanted me to
Or put aside what was true or untrue
If I'd known that's what you needed
What you needed me to do
But the moment has passed by me now
To have put away my pride
And just come through for you somehow
If you ever need holding
Call my name, I'll be there
If you ever need holding
And no holding back, I'll see you through
You're the color of the sky
Reflected in each store-front window pane
You're the whispering and the sighing
Of my tires in the rain
You're the hidden cost and the thing that's lost
In everything I do
Yeah and I'll never stop looking for you
In the sunlight and the shadows
And the faces on the avenue
That's the way love is
That's the way love is
That's the way love is
Sky blue and black.
~ Jackson Browne
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Pass to thy Rendezvous of Light,
Pangless except for us--
Who slowly ford the Mystery
Which thou hast leaped across!
~ Emily Dickinson
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We tremble by the harmless bed
Of one loved and departed:
Our tears drop on the lips that said
Last night, 'be stronger-hearted!'
O God,--to clasp those fingers close,
And yet to feel so lonely!--
To see a light upon such brows,
Which is the daylight only!
Be pitiful, O God!
We sit on hills our childhood wist,
Woods, hamlets, streams, beholding:
The sun strikes through the farthest mist,
The city's spire to golden.
The city's golden spire it was,
When hope and health were strong;
But now it is the churchyard grass,
We look upon the longest.
Be pitiful, O God!
~ Elizabeth Barrett Browning
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You are never alone or helpless.
The force that guides the stars, guides you too.
✶ Shrii Shrii Anandamurti ✶
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A small boy looked at a star and began to weep.
The star said, “Boy, why are you weeping?”
And the boy said, “You are so far away I will never be able to touch you.”
And the star answered, “Boy, if I were not already in your heart,
you would not be able to see me.”
✶ John Magliola ✶
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