What do we plant when we plant the tree? We plant the ship, which will cross the sea. We plant the mast to carry the sails; We plant the planks to withstand the gales – The keel, the keelson, the beam, the knee; We plant the ship when we plant…
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tap into the well all the tears the heartache and past selves release bring them to this reservoir and bathe under moonlight with compassion and gentleness as guides helping to rid what is no longer needed L’sJourney Source Poem and Image: http://www.lsjourney.com/ (With kind permission)
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“I slept, and dreamed that life was beauty; I woke, and found that life was duty. Was thy dream then a shadowy lie? Toil on, sad heart, courageously, And thou shall find thy dream…
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Hereafter! O we need not waste Our smiles or tears, whatever befall: No happiness but holds a taste Of something sweeter, after all; – No depth of agony but feels Some fragment of abiding trust, – Whatever death unlocks or seals, The mute beyond is just. James Whitcomb Riley
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J’ignore pourquoi j’ai sympathisé avec luiIl ne ressemble pas à ce que l’on retrouvedans les dessins animés gris de l’enfance.Les rayons de la lune lampadairelui éclaira comme une idole noir et doré.Peut-être c’était ces yeux vert-marbrésqui me sondaient à travers son abyme. Il ne ressemblait à aucun d’autre.Ne m’a jamais…
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I counted till they danced soTheir slippers leaped the town,And then I took a pencilTo note the rebels down.And then they grew so jollyI did resign the prig,And ten of my once stately toesAre marshalled for a jig! Emily Dickinson 1830- 1886
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MORTAL:“The night is cold, the hour is late, the world is bleak and drear;Who is it knocking at my door?” THE NEW YEAR:“I am Good Cheer.” MORTAL:“Your voice is strange; I know you not; in shadows dark I grope.What seek you here?” THE NEW YEAR:“Friend, let me in; my name…
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I have a rendezvous with DeathAt some disputed barricade,When Spring comes back with rustling shadeAnd apple-blossoms fill the air—I have a rendezvous with DeathWhen Spring brings back blue days and fair. It may be he shall take my handAnd lead me into his dark landAnd close my eyes and quench…
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The Arrow and the Song
I shot an arrow into the air, It fell to earth, I knew not where; For, so swiftly it flew, the sight Could not follow it in its flight. I breathed a song into the air, It fell to earth, I knew not where; For who has sight so keen…
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Forgetfulness is like a songThat, freed from beat and measure, wanders.Forgetfulness is like a bird whose wings are reconciled,Outspread and motionless, —A bird that coasts the wind unwearyingly. Forgetfulness is rain at night,Or an old house in a forest, — or a child.Forgetfulness is white, — white as a blasted…
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Bed me in autumn’s leaves, Beloved;take me under this red-gold canopy,under October’s crystal sky.Lay yourself on me; cover melike a carpet of shimmering gold.Let me inhale autumn’s fragrancewith your rich, warm man-scent.Silver frosts our hair, Beloved;our eyes are shadow-grayed.But the fires of our youth still smolderin glowing embers needing buta…