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With what stillness at last
you appear in the valleyyour first sunlight reaching downto touch the tips of a fewhigh leaves that do not stiras though they had not noticedand did not know you at allthen the voice of a dove callsfrom far away in itselfto the hush of the morningso this is the sound of youhere and now whether or notanyone hears it this iswhere we have come with our ageour knowledge such as it isand our hopes such as they areinvisible before usuntouched and still possible.
You can talk
With someone for years, everyday, and still,
it won’t mean as much as what you can have when you sit
in front of someone, not saying a word,
yet you feel that person with your heart,
you feel like you have known the person for forever….
connections are made with the heart, not the tongue.”
~C. Joy Bell C.
- Your Heart Weeps (mzanemcclellan.wordpress.com)
As I walk through life,
I look at all I have done.
I had wandered aimlessly,
And wondered what I have become.
I have been through so much,
It is amazing I made it through.
The lessons I have learned
I am shocked I pulled through. Read more
The divine manifestation is ubiquitous,
Live from your own center.
The divine lives within you.
The separateness apparent in the world is secondary.
Beyond the world of opposites is an unseen,
but experienced, unity and identity in us all. Read more
with me(i carry it inmy heart)i am never without it(anywherei go you go,my dear;and whatever is doneby only me is your doing,my darling)i fear Read more
. from your hand
And I will lance the light for you
I’ll cut a sword blade on the wind
And pennant it with flight for you
To signal I am yours
If you will free me to be true to you
Unleash me from your hand
And I will mock the sky for you
I’ll pull the anger from the air
And make the breezes sigh for you
To show you I am yours
If you will free me to be true to you Read more
was in all her steps,
heaven in her eye,
in every gesture dignity and love.
–John Milton, Paradise Lost
- Letters to Writers – On Heaven and Hell (John Milton) (contemplatinglove.com)
- Milton’s Paradise Lost (ellie1081.wordpress.com)
Music video by Rascal Flatts performing Bless The Broken Road
(C) 2005 Lyric Street Records, Inc.
- The moment when you know you have so much to say but you don’t know how to say it. (justme0486.wordpress.com)
I set out on a narrow way many years ago
But I got lost a time or two
Wiped my brow and kept pushing through
I couldn’t see how every sign pointed straight to you[Chorus:]
Every long lost dream led me to where you are
Others who broke my heart they were like Northern stars
Pointing me on my way into your loving arms
This much I know is true
That God blessed the broken road
That led me straight to you
(Yes He did) Read more
On New Years Day 2014 there will be a New Moon. New Moons are always a time of new beginnings, of fresh energy, a time of focusing our attention and intentions. The New Year symbolically also shares the same connotation. So this is something worth noticing, because it does not happen frequently, a New Moon on New Years Day. Our felt experience of the energy created by the configuration of the planets on January 1st will set the tone for the rest of 2014. Read more
My feelings for you
are growing stronger with each passing day and my knees become weaker at the sound of your name.
You make my heart skip a beat and make the butterflies in my tummy go wild.
I find myself thinking about you constantly, my thoughts know nothing more than the thought of you Read more
She always knows just what to say
My Angel loves me through and through
She knows I love her so much too
My Angel and I stick like glue
She knows our love is more than true
She loves the silly rhymes I make
My Angel loves the games we play
She smiles at everything I say
My Angel loves me everyday
My Angel means her ‘I love you’s
She knows how to follow all my clues
My Angel knows I tell the truth
She cries when I say, ‘I love you’
- Angel, (noheartnobrain.wordpress.com)
Shel Silverstein is one of my favorite poets. It began with The Giving Tree.
When friends or family have a baby, it’s a guarantee this book will one of the gifts I give.
I am writing these poems
From inside a lion,
And it’s rather dark in here.
So please excuse the handwriting
Which may not be too clear.
But this afternoon by the lion’s cage
I’m afraid I got too near.
And I’m writing these lines
From inside a lion,
And it’s rather dark in here.
- Shel Silverstein’s Unlikely Rise to Kid Lit Superstardom (mentalfloss.com)
- Santa and the Reindeer, poem by Shel Silverstein (silverbirchpress.wordpress.com)
Are you shaken,
are you stirred
Spellbound to a word
Does Time cease to move,
Till her calm grey eye
Expands to a sky
And the clouds of her hair
Like storms go by? Read more
because I waited outside of
when it rained atop
a sea of black umbrellas
for hour after hour
and I watched with dripping skin
as the deluge hit the gutters
and drowned the littered pavements
on that day
had the smell
of wishless pennies
and I thought about you always Read more