Thursday 19 April 2012
Sunday 15 April 2012
Nightingale's voice
Mind, Heart, Spirit.
Mind
Every colour, every season observed I give reason and voice to. I proclaim my conclusions, and wonder. The rainbow colours of the Earth, and the philosophies of other voices. I broaden my understanding of what is possible, and my intellect sings. My learning is infinite, more endless than the boundaries of the universe. To grow in understanding forever; to fulfil my potential for becoming. And always, to question, to seek enlightenment in the unexpected places of life and beyond. My Mind is always questing, on a voyage to the epic places of discovery.
Spirit
A plane never opened wings with the freedom of a bird. So my Spirit, reflects the nightingale. Always about to fly, to the vast mystery of sky within soul. My Spirit has no end and no beginning. Born out of eternity, to the cloudless sky with a thousand morning stars. Fly anywhere and everywhere, in a moment with no measure. Hover over deserts and oceans, and perch on mountain summits. Respire with the phases of the grass and the forest. Unfurl with the skyward branch, and whisper with the breeze over a summer landscape. My Spirit is limitless in a spectrum of truth.
Heart
Emotion is found in the contemplation of compassionate life, and love; my heart seeks her own expression of what she finds. She has no cage. She gives because her song is of giving. And she loves because her gift is her loving. She can break forever, but her breaking is into hope, and her tears fall towards a more infinite form of giving. She keeps intuition, trust, faith; she is the pride of my Mind and my Spirit. She is the essence of the nectar in a flower and a young tree, the cadence of birdsong, the always shattering sparkle on the water of a travelling brook. My mind took flight, and my spirit soared, when my heart found her wings.
Once, I imagined I was on a river bank, watching the water current flow towards its immense destination and source of ocean. Then I saw, across the river, my Heart, waiting in the shimmering light. I wanted to follow, but wondered what lay beyond, over the river, on the unfamiliar bank. I knew I must make the journey, and discover other miracles to contemplate. And my Heart, in her courage, had journeyed before me.
Love Thee
Maksim Mrvica Plays Chopin Nocturne in D-flat Op.27 No.2 - YouTube
On the soft sandy beach, played a four-year old boy, filling his bucket with sand. With a serious expression on his face hit his hands in the sand, pushed, pulled over and empty cans, always disappointed that so little of sand fell out of his clenched fist. What he is determined he caught and pressed harder, to be more sand to seep between the fingers, rather than it arrived in the bucket. It would not help him all the accumulated anger that never occurred to turn the palms to shovel, so the open palm managed to insert much more sand than the clenched fist. Theorem which occurred this child, the lesson of life. Life is like sand. Much more it fits on the open palm, rather than the fist. When you want to have a narrow clutching him, and with the egoistic certainty to keep embracing him, then he just collapsed from a solid grip, and arm remain eerily empty. Just when life receive with open arms and wearing his wealth in the hands of open storage of eternity, can be considered to have true wealth. If you're so gave their lives, he secured himself more offspring than there are sands on the seashore.
Saturday 14 April 2012
Wednesday 4 April 2012
Tuesday 3 April 2012
Sunday 1 April 2012
We Are One: Owning it...
Adrienne Rich 1929-2012
Adrienne Rich 1929-2012 - Lesbian Life
27.03.2012 died Adrienne Rich. Poet and essayist,feminist leader,doyenne of female literature was of of the foremost intellectuals in the America. Her role in the anti war movement and the social activism was bigger then any of us could saw that time. She wrote numerous essay collections and received numerous awards for Her work in lot of fields. Someone said very clearly that Miss.Rich's place is in the feminist pantheon.That was surly ensured by Her masterpiece "Diving Into the Wreck". May She rest in Peace! My condolence to Her life partner. On of my favorite Miss.Rich's poem is called " Wait " "In paradise every the desert wind is rising..." According the copyrights I ask You to go and see the rest of this beautiful poem on this site: http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/180085/ Adrienne, Thank You for all Your words You left us. You will never be forgotten
Thursday 29 March 2012
Tonight I found this song..http://InspiringThots.net Don't procrastinate over telling those you love them.
Be blessed my friends!Life is always worth living for.Thank each and every one of You for sharing this part of life with me.
"Be kind and compassionate to one another, forgiving each other, just as in Christ God forgave you..." ~~Ephesians 4:32~~
Quiet Time with God
Imagine yourself, sitting at the feet of Jesus and hearing the words of life -- spoken directly to you.
Thank You Lord for each and every life on this planet.
Song of Sappho by Nightingale
"Song of Sappho And so I spoke with a voice I never knew I had, heart tones commanded that my dreams be heard, My passion held. For Woman (by She) in the silence, not always (ever) so silent. For a possibility not to be or to be, but not for (ever). Deep beauty of an Athena (known by Oddysseus), whose song will whisper in the chords of an (other) voice, huskier with lesser ideals than her last in(carnation). Each flower humming with the new brusque ballet of the cinder moth. Prancing, dancing, chancing, without hier(arch)y. And dreams will not be confined to a page. Or an untitled book bound by spare blue (rib)bon. I will sing aloud - to the ex(tension) of my soul. At last for(got)ten in the light, of the one She who will be the very es(senSe) of my whole. Whole being, whole dream, whole truth entire, a permanent connection, eternal fire. Of someday's unending love. Perhaps or never. I keep my heart on the windowsill(still), for the swallows to fly over, with darting, parting, flitting wings. In the seasoned sky over my ocean of (de)votion to Athena bright eyes. And ever husky voices of my (yes)terday, whose smile I must forget. For my tomorrow, who some(where) weaves the web of my today. In colours I already know and dream with. Even though I have never yet heard her name. I will recognise when I find her. In an(other) time and place. The oracle sings."
Many months ago I read this poem for the first time.This poem is written by one English poetess from Walles.I call Her Nightingale.She is one of the most amazing author I have ever red in my long life.I want to ask Your oppinion about this poem.Maybe,once She will let me publish it among many of Her unique poems.
Be blessed Nightingale!
My friends,thank You for being here.
How Great Thou Art
Susan Boyle - How Great Thou Art - YouTube
O Lord my God!
When I in awesome wonder
Consider all the works
Thy hands have made.
I see the stars,
I hear the rolling thunder,
Thy power throughout the universe displayed.
Then sings my soul, my Saviour God, to Thee;
How great Thou art, how great Thou art!
Then sings my soul, My Saviour God, to Thee:
How great Thou art, how great Thou art!
From this moment on
“Relationships last long NOT because they are destined to last long; but because two brave people made a choice to keep fighting for it.”