MILENIN ČAROBNI VRT ✉ - Page 2

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touch you

I could touch you
like they used to.
To know just
which way
dreams lutaš
seeking love,
I should find you,
I could touch you,
as then ...
That just can range,
in vain pruzam
wings introduced
this cover
does not understand happiness.
I could touch as well
as a wish,
I know you want me
and watching me
some thoughts
if anyone has
it and utes.
At this point
the other
end of her yearning
I'm alone.
And I could touch you
like a dream,
to calm your breath,
your lips to fascinate
and stable and hands
asking only
to be firmly stegneš,
that we just say
that everything is gone.
I could touch and
smell like
when you walk the field,
when it nadjes
a small world.
And then
when everything is gone,
yet You feel
the smell of wild flowers,
yet you're always there
still watching me ...
and I touched
his words
did not al all,
no, not even the end,
you still are waiting.

Hvala Ti,na posebnim riječima.Ti smiruješ nemire moje.
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The Dawn

My divine Lady,

Aren't You tired being here anonimous..
We do know each other.
Eternally Your

ps.I believe that we have our secrets..how come they are so many courious people..here

Hari Mata Hari - Ja te Volim najvise na svetu.wmv - YouTube

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I do love You

Halil Dzubran - O ljubavi - YouTube

Halil Dzubran - O ljubavi - YouTube:

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Khalil Gilbran About Love

Meri Cetinić -Ja sam žena - YouTube

Meri Cetinić -Ja sam žena - YouTube: "Ne ljuti se zbog riječi što ih nekad kažem
nakon teške noći umorna i snena
Ne čudi se zbog suza kad u tami plačem
ili kad te ljubim
...Ja sam žena

Ne budi me zbog jutra, draže su mi noći
šapat ili dodir, luda igra sjena
Ne trudi se da shvatiš, nikad nećeš moći
čudna je to igra
...Ja sam žena

Ja sam žena
Žena što voli
Žena od suza
Strasti i boli
Ja sam žena
Žena od tuge
Žena što ljubi
Žena k'o druge

Ne traži da ti pričam baš sve moje snove
možda čuješ laži kad izlaza nema
Ne žuri se da saznaš što je bilo jučer
ne pitaj me ništa
Ja sam žena

"

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You & the Roses

Do You hate Roses?

Zorica Kondza - Vrijeme ljubavi. - YouTube

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ღ Oliver Dragojevic-Kad mi dodjes ti ღ - YouTube

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Try to hear that..

And when You come to me(in my dreams)

ZORICA KONDŽA - Molitva za tebe - YouTube

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Praying for You!

Ti si moj san - Zorica i Oliver - YouTube

Ti si moj san - Zorica i Oliver - YouTube:

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Poetry Dances

Poetry Dances:

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Have You been there?

The best forum

Rosh Hashanah

September 28, 2011

Dear Friend of Israel,

With all that's been going on at the U.N. over the past weeks, Rosh Hashanah(the Jewish New Year), which begins tonight at sundown, seems especially well timed this year. It's a time when the Jewish people recognize God's dominion over the world. As leaders at the U.N. have been discussing the possibility of a Palestinian state, which would seriously jeopardize Israeli security, we need this reminder about God's sovereignty now more than ever.

Though the traditional New Year is a time of frivolity, the Jewish New Year is much more somber. Jewish tradition teaches that, beginning on Rosh Hashanah, God judges the entire world and all its inhabitants, determining their fate for the year to come. Ten days after Rosh Hashanah is Yom Kippur, the Day of Atonement. This sacred time is known as the High Holy Days, or Ten Days of Repentance. 

Jewish sages teach that our fates are "written" as God judges the world on Rosh Hashanah, and "sealed" on Yom Kippur. We know that we are judged by our actions during the course of the whole year, but just as one would be that much more careful while sitting in a courtroom in front of the presiding judge, we know that now is our last chance to make good before the King of Kings, the Judge of Judges. 

And, of course, this spirit of humility and reconciliation is to follow us throughout the year, throughout our lives. The High Holy Days are when we have the most power to transform ourselves and channel our abilities and resources to serve God. 

As we approach this sacred time, it is with deep gratitude that I thank you for enabling The Fellowship to bring dignity and joy to some of the most vulnerable among God's people. Over the past few weeks, The Fellowship distributed basic food staples and special holiday foods to thousands of hungry Jewish people in the former Soviet Union and Israel. This humanitarian effort was made possible only by the grace of God and the generosity of The Fellowship's donors, who care so deeply about Israel and the Jewish people. It is deeply humbling — and inspiring — to be a part of such loving kindness.

Whether you are Christian or Jewish, may these days bring you the bounty of God's blessing. May the spirit of generosity and loving kindness that you have consistently shown to the people of Israel be noted by our compassionate and sovereign God — and may the entire world be blessed with His most precious gift of shalom, peace. 



S'halom alechem!

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Songs of Innocence and Experience, with Other Poems - Google Books

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William Blake "The garden of Love"

Dance Theatre of Tennessee presents “Swan Lake Act 2” as part of its opening series “At 75 – A Tribute to Elaine Thomas” | Ballet NEWS | Straight from the stage - bringing you ballet insights

Dance Theatre of Tennessee presents “Swan Lake Act 2” as part of its opening series “At 75 – A Tribute to Elaine Thomas” | Ballet NEWS | Straight from the stage - bringing you ballet insights: " will bring to life one of the most famous and well-loved classical ballet story of all time - Swan Lake Act 2. Swan Lake Act 2 or more famously known as the “lake scene” tells the story of Odette, the Swan Queen who is a beautiful princess under the spell of an evil sorcerer. She transforms from her human body into a swan during the day. Many others are under the same spell, becoming swans during the day. In order for the spell to be broken, Odette must win the eternal love of a young man. If she does not find true eternal love, she will remain a swan forever. 

"

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The Poem

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Sappho: namesake for sappho.geophys.mcgill.ca [132.206.152.35]

Sappho: namesake for sappho.geophys.mcgill.ca [132.206.152.35]:

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``I served beauty
Was it in fact for me something greater?'' ... Sappho

Now I am too tired to continiue ...

My little one,go by yourself,I cannot go futher any more.

Be happy,be all what You deserve to..fly,fly my adoring

beloved Lady.

Eternally Your

Sparrow

Isle of Lesbos: Poetry of Sappho

Isle of Lesbos: Poetry of Sappho:

'via Blog this' I have not had one word from her

Frankly I wish I were dead
When she left, she wept

a great deal; she said to me, "This parting must be
endured, Sappho. I go unwillingly."

I said, "Go, and be happy
but remember (you know
well) whom you leave shackled by love

"If you forget me, think
of our gifts to Aphrodite
and all the loveliness that we shared

"all the violet tiaras,
braided rosebuds, dill and
crocus twined around your young neck

"myrrh poured on your head
and on soft mats girls with
all that they most wished for beside them

"while no voices chanted
choruses without ours,
no woodlot bloomed in spring without song..."

--Translated by Mary Barnard

The Divine Sappho

The Divine Sappho:

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The Poems of Sappho: 22: Or lovest another...

The Poems of Sappho: 22: Or lovest another...:

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[μᾶλλον] ἀνθρώπων ἔμεθεν φιλησθα. [transcription]

Or lovest another more than you do me.

The Poems of Sappho: 21: Thou forgettest me.

The Poems of Sappho: 21: Thou forgettest me.:

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The Songs of Bilitis: II. Elegies At Mytilene: Tenderness

The Songs of Bilitis: II. Elegies At Mytilene: Tenderness: "Softly clasp your arms, like a girdle, about me. Touch, oh, touch my skin like that again! Neither water nor the noon-time breeze is gentle as your hand.

Today you shall fondle me, little sister; 'tis your turn. Remember the caresses that I taught you last night, and kneel beside me who am tired, and do not say a word.

Your lips sink from my lips. And all your unbound ringlets follow them, as the caress follows fast upon the kiss. They fall upon my left breast; they hide your eyes from me.

Give me your hand, it is so warm! Press mine and do not leave it. Hands join with hands more easily than mouth with mouth, and nothing can compare with their passion."

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The Songs of Bilitis: II. Elegies At Mytilene: Desire

The Songs of Bilitis: II. Elegies At Mytilene: Desire:

'via Blog this' She entered, and passionately, with half-closed eyes, she joined her lips with mine, and our tongues knew each other. . . Never in my life had there been a kiss like that.

She stood against me, amorous and willing. Little by little my knee rose between her warm thighs, which spread as though receptive to a lover.

My wandering hand upon her gown sought her secret body, which alternately swayed in undulation, or arching, stiffened with tremblings of the skin.

With maddened eyes she looked upon the bed; but we had no right to love before the wedding, and we separated hastily at last.

Sappho

Sappho:

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But I love extravagance,
And wanting it has handed down
The glitter and glamour of the sun
As my inheritance. [p.33]

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"As you are dear to me...."
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[And another fragment that refers to aging:]

As you are dear to me, go claim a younger
Bed, as your due.
I can't stand being the old one any longer,
Living with you. [p.43]

Enheduanna

Enheduanna: "hat singular woman the unique one
who speaks hateful words to the wicked
who moves among the bright shining things
who goes against rebel lands
and at twilight makes the firmament beautiful
all on her own [#26; p.170]
-----------------

fit out for battle exuberant beautifully adorned
prepares the seven maces
washes weapons in the blood of battle
throws open the gate of battle
great wise one of heaven Inanna [#40; p.228]"

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Zeb-un-Nissa

Zeb-un-Nissa: "Here is the path of love---how dark and long
Its winding ways, with many snares beset!
Yet crowds of eager pilgrims onward throng
And fall like doves into the fowler's net.

Now tell me what the grain that drew the dove?
The mole it was upon a cheek so fair.
Tell me of what was wove the net of love?
The wandering curls of the Beloved's hair.

The festival of love is holden here,
The goblet passes; drink thou of this wine,
Yea, drain it to the lees, and never fear
Intoxication that is all divine....

But Makhfi, tell me where the feast is made?
Where are the merry-makers? Lo, apart,
Here in my soul the feast of God is laid,
Within the hidden chambers of my heart. [V: pp.31-32]"

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Clare of Assisi

Clare of Assisi: "What you hold, may you hold.
What you do, may you do and not stop.
But with swift pace, light step, unswerving feet,
so that even your steps stir up no dust,
may you go forward
securely, joyfully, and swiftly,
on the path of prudent happiness,
believing nothing,
agreeing with nothing
that would dissuade you from this commitment
or place a stumbling block for you on the way,
so that nothing prevents you from offering
your vows to the Most High in the perfection
to which the Spirit of the Lord has called you."

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Sappho

Sappho: ""I simply wish to die."
Weeping she left me
and said this too:
"We've suffered terribly
Sappho I leave you against my will."
I answered, go happily
and remember me,
you know how we cared for you,
if not, let me remind you
...the lovely times we.shared.

Many crowns of violets.
roses and crocuses
...together you set before me
and many scented wreaths
made from blossoms
around your soft throat...
...with pure, sweet oil
...you anointed me,
and on a soft, gentle bed...
you quenched your desire...
...no holy site...
we left uncovered,
no grove... dance
...sound [p.60]"

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Your touch

       I heard Your footsteps in here..
I lost all feeling..living in the past is not the Bright-est way of living.
       I do not care any more.It is all the same now.
Have a nice day my beloved Lady!

A Nightingale's Letter

And for your letter earlier, I do hear your heart my precious Sparrow <3 but it brings me joy to hear your whispers again...It brings me joy to love such a beautiful, ever giving lady; I am honoured that there is no-one before me in your life, and you also know that there is no-one before you in my life...I simply love to feel how your/my/our heart also gives hope to the world. That is one of woman's sweetest gifts; her capacity to open her heart and 'nurture' the personal courage and faith of others in the world. And now we have found one another, the miracle is abundant @>------- 

 

I will be back a little later, to read about your day! I love you...

Eternally your Nightingale

My lettter to You2

You ...... are like other part of myself.Your dreams are mine,Your thoughts are thoughts I used to think.You are so alike me that I wonder did I make Your existence to be able to feel real Joy and pure Love.I adore Your words..I can not write simple words,I have immense need to speak through poems.Never happened before,like a parrot I am talking.

I am trying to write down about my day.It is for fill with You.

Eternally Your

Your answer

My beloved Milena,

 

'Sanctuary' is a perfect word...you and I do have our own sanctuary of tranquil refuge from the world, and I adore your description of my poems as love blankets; we must  have infinite love blankets; with all our poems given both ways, you to me, me to you! I used to dream of sleeping in a wood with a blanket of leaves, and sometimes I still imagine that there is no roof above me when I sleep, just a sky of stars, and that if I open my eyes, I will be able to see for infinities, and breathe in Nature's soft night air.

 

Eternally your .....

Letter to You

My beloved darling .....,

I forgot to tell You that I do have all the time in our timeless world and all my time is Yours.

Stay within Heart and we will defeat all the circumstances.

You are honoured,so what would I say;You are here with poems and words beyond this world and bouquets of Love.There is a peace on our meadow in all that is green.Fellis the Heart with nothing but the Love that is loved.

 

Eternally your

sparrow

Questions for You

1.What am I to You?
2.How much do You love me?
3.How much do I mean to You?
4.What is the wildest thing we done together?
5.Our song?
6.What would You do if I die?
7.Life without me?
8.Life with me?
9.Did You ever lied to me to feel better?
10.Have You ever slip something to say to me?
11.Have You ever make me cry?
12.Have You ever make me smile?
13.Have You ever make my day better?
14.Do You think about me?
15.something for the end...................

Do You remember?

So much is explained

by the single drop of rain

 

on the green maple leaf

that I sit for hours

 

build rainbows bridges to Your Heart.

 

BIRMINGHAM ROYAL BALLET AUTUMN SEASON 2011 at SADLER’S WELLS | Ballet NEWS | Straight from the stage - bringing you ballet insights

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Radclyffe Hall: Biography from Answers.com

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glbtq >> literature >> Hall, Radclyffe

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glbtq >> literature >> Hall, Radclyffe

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About Love

f the love does not come from inside, if love is not felt as passion, as God’s Divine spark that enables us to exist, we project that love onto an object or a person. When we do not have a connection to the inside, we seek the love outside. When we do this through projection or transference, we cross the line into narcissism.

The love that comes from the inside is free, powerful and does not require anything from anybody. We love because we feel the love. This is the prize. If the love is projected onto an object that is to be desired, then it becomes narcissistic. We want the thing for ourselves and in terms of our own agenda. Maybe we want to feel good, to avoid our shame, our pain, our insecurity. Maybe we want to make others responsible for all the things we are not facing because we cannot get the love.

In the end, we are bereft.

When someone loves us but only to meet his/her own needs, then there is an agenda attached to that love. It is not unconditional. This is projected love. An example is parents with an only child. They may want their child to do and be everything they could not do or be themselves. This is narcissistic love. They love the child, but only in terms of their own needs.

There is a love that transcends need, narcissism, abuse. The love that comes from the inside allows us to love without that narcissistic need. This does not exclude relationship, need for others, marriage, and so on. It does mean, however, that there is a love that does not use us. There is a purer form of love that is embodied by the Archetypes, by the inner world or spirit. We recognize and know somewhere inside that this love does exist. We just cannot find it because we keep looking for it outside. True spiritual, enlightened souls have the love from the inside. These are the ones we look to as teachers.

We are afraid of falling in love because love actually has a dark side. Once we are in love, we are chained to each other’s pathology. It is like we have to take care of each other in a way that is dishonest. Falling in love can be tremendously bad unless both people have tremendous integrity and bring to the relationship their own sense of being loved by the Divine. From this place of being loved, we have something to offer to the other person. To the degree that we do not have the place of being loved, we have nothing to offer but a black hole of need and conflict.

The man may become possessive and not let his partner work or see her friends. In this scenario, he projects all of his insecurity as a male onto her and does not want her to do anything that would scare him. Women, too, project their anxiety and fears onto their partners. The result is that we enslave each other through what we call love. He says, “I love you,” and beats her for going out with her friends. She says, “I love you,” and beats him down because he watches too much football or he gets food in his teeth or he makes her look bad.

Even so, most of us talk a great deal about commitment to our partners. This is the Big Lie. Why should we commit to something that does not even exist? Why should we commit to being controlled by another person because the other person has no self-worth? Both men and women are like this – we want our partners to give us self-worth, but it can never happen.


from Arhetypal Dreamwork Bloggger

Bed time story for You

One of my favorite  stories is the story of the man who had an opportunity to visit heaven and hell before he died. St. Peter asked the man where he wanted to go. He told St. Peter to take him down to hell. There he saw a beautiful banquet hall with the finest food and drink you could imagine. When he looked at the people he saw that they were skin and bones and that they were cursing and swearing at each other. He told St. Peter to take him up to heaven. In heaven, he saw the same beautiful banquet hall filled with the finest food and drink. When he looked at the people, he saw that they were healthy and robust and that they were laughing and singing. The man asked St. Peter what was going on. St. Peter responded, "Did you see the silverware." Strapped to each arm was a four foot fork and a four foot knife. Now, we all know we can't eat with such large silverware. The people in hell were so busy getting everything for themselves that nobody got anything. Up in heaven each person would feed the person across from him and that person would feed him back. The message is very simple but powerful: if you help other people get what they need and want you will get everything you need and want.

 

 

My adoring beloved .....

So this is a good night thoughts/story for You.I want so much to tell You more but I will be here in the morning again.

May Your dreams be calm as an ocean at this hour and peacefully as music of the Universe and the stars.

May my love and adoration surround Your heart as much as You need it in life.

 

Eternally Your  @>---------  <3

Sparrow

 

My beloved

 am longing to hear Your words.

As much as I try and try to find..well,love in this world it seems that I should never even try to.

You are the only Beauty in my life.

My most adored Love,now I am even affraid to call You wife,I am so scared.

Yes I know Your Heart and You know mine,but what if the outside world want us appart?

I am holding myself on Your poem You did send me today.She brought me joy,so much joy and Your Love.

My sweetest Woman,will You know me heart as I want You to.

I am letting the time pas by,I feel safe here,I can freely breath here..that is the place You will come.

I was so happy when I got Your letter,then wonderful poem of my beloved Poet and then magic card with Your beutiful words of Love.Card with Roses from  Your own heart.

Please my Love,come back,I need You.

I am telling myself that Your Heart will always know,feel the true.

You said that I gave You Your voice back and flight.I loved to take a journey with You my beloved and cherish Lady.

I belong to You,I said until my last breath,but I want You to be free to do what ever Your mind tell You to do.I love Your mind.I admire Your mind as much as my own.

Maybe I am not humble but in my mind and heart I was/am so proud to be called Your.

 

Eternally Your

The Nightingale-writings after a poem

From a letter from STC to Wordsworth after writing The Nightingale:

In stale blank verse a subject stale
I send per post my Nightingale;
And like an honest bard, dear Wordsworth,
You'll tell me what you think, my Bird's worth.
My own opinion's briefly this--
His bill he opens not amiss;
And when he has sung a stave or so,
His breast, & some small space below,
So throbs & swells, that you might swear
No vulgar music's working there.
So far, so good; but then, 'od rot him!
There's something falls off at his bottom.
Yet, sure, no wonder it should breed,
That my Bird's Tail's a tail indeed
And makes its own inglorious harmony
Æolio crepitû, non carmine.

(from about.com/classical poetry)

Elizabeth B.Browning

If God compel thee to this destiny,
To die alone, with none beside thy bed
To ruffle round with sobs thy last word said
And mark with tears the pulses ebb from thee,--
Pray then alone, ' O Christ, come tenderly !
By thy forsaken Sonship in the red
Drear wine-press,--by the wilderness out-spread,--
And the lone garden where thine agony
Fell bloody from thy brow,--by all of those
Permitted desolations, comfort mine !
No earthly friend being near me, interpose
No deathly angel 'twixt my face aud thine,
But stoop Thyself to gather my life's rose,
And smile away my mortal to Divine ! '

The Castles of Wales

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To my Angel

There is no need for words.
You do know everything I got inside me.
Thank You for coming again.
eternally your

Angel - Definition and More from the Free Merriam-Webster Dictionary

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Symbol Meaning of Feathers

Symbol Meaning of Feathers: "Symbol meaning of feathers deal with ascension and spiritual evolution to a higher plane. Feathers were worn by Native American Chiefs to symbolize their communication with Spirit, and to express their celestial wisdom. Also in the Native American Indian culture, feathers represented the power of the thunder gods, along with the power of air and wind.
Native American Pueblo Indians would pay homage to the Feathered Sun which is a symbol of the cosmos and the center of existence. Another symbol meaning of feathers also revolves around prayer, and the Pueblo use feather sticks as they dance in prayer for rain during solstice rituals.

As a Celtic symbol meaning, the feather was worn by Druids in the form of ornate feathered robes. Celtic Druids donned these robes in ceremonies to invoke the sky gods and gain knowledge of the celestial realm. It was believed that the feathered cloak along with the presence of the sky gods would allow the Druid to transcend the earthly plane and enter the ethereal realm."

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The Feathers-meaning

Symbol meaning of feathers deal with ascension and spiritual evolution to a higher plane. Feathers were worn by Native American Chiefs to symbolize their communication with Spirit, and to express their celestial wisdom. Also in the Native American Indian culture, feathers represented the power of the thunder gods, along with the power of air and wind.

Native American Pueblo Indians would pay homage to the Feathered Sun which is a symbol of the cosmos and the center of existence. Another symbol meaning of feathers also revolves around prayer, and the Pueblo use feather sticks as they dance in prayer for rain during solstice rituals.
As a Celtic symbol meaning, the feather was worn by Druids in the form of ornate feathered robes. Celtic Druids donned these robes in ceremonies to invoke the sky gods and gain knowledge of the celestial realm. It was believed that the feathered cloak along with the presence of the sky gods would allow the Druid to transcend the earthly plane and enter the ethereal realm.
The Egyptians believed that feathers were symbolic of sky gods too. Ma'at, the Egyptian goddess of justice, would weigh the hearts of the newly dead in the underworld against the weight of a feather to determine the worthiness of his or her soul.
In Christianity feathers represented virtues. In fact, an image of three feathers were made into signet rings - each feather symbolizing Charity, hope, and faith. These rings were worn as a symbol of a virtuous soul - they were also used as wax seals. The ring would be dipped in warm wax then pressed against documents to seal the closure. The recipient would know the documents came from a virtuous man by the indication of the three-feather symbol in the wax.

The Poet VIII,Khalil Gilbran

The Poet VIII

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He is a link between this and the coming world. He is A pure spring from which all thirsty souls may drink. He is a tree watered by the River of Beauty, bearing Fruit which the hungry heart craves; He is a nightingale, soothing the depressed Spirit with his beautiful melodies; He is a white cloud appearing over the horizon, Ascending and growing until it fills the face of the sky. Then it falls on the flows in the field of Life, Opening their petals to admit the light. He is an angel, send by the goddess to Preach the Deity's gospel; He is a brilliant lamp, unconquered by darkness And inextinguishable by the wind. It is filled with Oil by Istar of Love, and lighted by Apollon of Music. He is a solitary figure, robed in simplicity and Kindness; He sits upon the lap of Nature to draw his Inspiration, and stays up in the silence of the night, Awaiting the descending of the spirit. He is a sower who sows the seeds of his heart in the Prairies of affection, and humanity reaps the Harvest for her nourishment. This is the poet -- whom the people ignore in this life, And who is recognized only when he bids the earthly World farewell and returns to his arbor in heaven. This is the poet -- who asks naught of Humanity but a smile. This is the poet -- whose spirit ascends and Fills the firmament with beautiful sayings; Yet the people deny themselves his radiance. Until when shall the people remain asleep? Until when shall they continue to glorify those Who attain greatness by moments of advantage? How long shall they ignore those who enable Them to see the beauty of their spirit, Symbol of peace and love? Until when shall human beings honor the dead And forget the living, who spend their lives Encircled in misery, and who consume themselves Like burning candlles to illuminate the way For the ignorant and lead them into the path of light? Poet, you are the life of this life, and you have Triumphed over the ages of despite their severity. Poet, you will one day rule the hearts, and Therefore, your kingdom has no ending. Poet, examine your crown of thorns; you will Find concealed in it a budding wreath of laurel.

Poem by E.B.Browning

Sonnets from the Portuguese iii

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GO from me. Yet I feel that I shall stand    Henceforward in thy shadow. Nevermore    Alone upon the threshold of my door Of individual life I shall command The uses of my soul, nor lift my hand    Serenely in the sunshine as before,    Without the sense of that which I forbore-- Thy touch upon the palm. The widest land Doom takes to part us, leaves thy heart in mine    With pulses that beat double. What I do And what I dream include thee, as the wine    Must taste of its own grapes. And when I sue God for myself, He hears that name of thine,    And sees within my eyes the tears of two. Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Joy and Sorrow chapter VIII by Khalil Gibran

Joy and Sorrow chapter VIII by Khalil Gibran:

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Then a woman said, "Speak to us of Joy and Sorrow." And he answered: Your joy is your sorrow unmasked. And the selfsame well from which your laughter rises was oftentimes filled with your tears. And how else can it be? The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain. Is not the cup that hold your wine the very cup that was burned in the potter's oven? And is not the lute that soothes your spirit, the very wood that was hollowed with knives? When you are joyous, look deep into your heart and you shall find it is only that which has given you sorrow that is giving you joy. When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight. Some of you say, "Joy is greater than sorrow," and others say, "Nay, sorrow is the greater." But I say unto you, they are inseparable. Together they come, and when one sits alone with you at your board, remember that the other is asleep upon your bed. Verily you are suspended like scales between your sorrow and your joy. Only when you are empty are you at standstill and balanced. When the treasure-keeper lifts you to weigh his gold and his silver, needs must your joy or your sorrow rise or fall.

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The Lover's Heart

          There is no time or place

for the lover's Heart only knows

this one breathless moment of Beauty

in the eyes of Her beloved face.

Hear the softly sharp sudden sound ascending.

It is the gasp of heart ecstasy shared

within the tear,

within rhis rent in the fragile ribbon of time.

'Tis the Feather light,first touch of lover's fingertips

as they brush Her blushing cheek.

Oh pray and end

to this long silent anticipation!

See now lips parting for want of Love starving!

Though no question has beed asked,

there is an answer in whisper soft kiss.

Fear gives sway to longing no more!

Joy gives way to rapturous abandon!

Fated and till fated they are,

lost in a sweet tangle of reunion

for they have been too long parted.

Centuries,eons have passed

as into these disparate roles

thay have been cast.

Yet,for these star crossed Souls

conjoined in the mists of Love and myth,

there is no time,

there is no space.

Where ever they do search

for that Beloved,familiar face

long sought without fruition

Heart break upon heartbreak

they have endured.

And in their sundered Hearts

they only know

the Beauty that is contained

within this one breathless moment

together!

To Nightingale2

Is there any of Your thoughts besides me still?
You have never left from my heart.I am not letting You go.I am too tired to change anything,not any more,not ever.
I do hope that You are happy..it is only thing that matters now,at least for me.
I do have problems each and every time when I come into my very own blog,this is not happy place for me..I have problems trying to avoid Your words..You knew I would remember them for eternally.
There is still one unsend Rose and one un taken feather laying down on our meadow.Aren't You going to take it never more??
Be blessed my beloved,be happy and fly without fear..i will never going to send anything alive towards Your direction.You will have to come here and take all You want.I am so sorry my love.I can not take anything back,but I would love to do it.
With love,without joy
eternally Your

My beloved

My beloved,there is no one before You in my life.Didn't I already said it to You?my whisper must be so quiet that You didn't heard me.

My love,always check into Your own Heart..I am there listening the music of Your breathing.

I adore You my beautiful.Your new poem is like our own Paradise.I adore Your words.

You write,and it's like tranquillity or sanctuary,Your poems are so very soft and warm like precious little love blankets.I have to use them..ha ha  I do adore ,your wonderful Heart of Nightingale.

Eternally your  <3

Sparrow

 

ps.long time ago..was it really?

You are eternally in my heart and thoughts.

Please,do translate me

I am not afraid of Dante's Inferno
and his gray mist.
I am in this world much
uglyist seen.
So again, I will ask you something:
Translate me
joy with joy
such as birds singing
with the song translations.
Translate  love with loving only..

I am not affraid of Dante's hell and grayeness of his fog
I saw lot of ugly things in this world.
But anywhay

The Rainbow of our dreams

Music To The Heart(s)

 

 

So much of our lives

 

not hearing

 

the Music of the Universe

 

that we fail to recognize

 

the power of sound

 

to heal our wouns.

 

We have not learned

 

how to walk between worlds

 

and to listen to the flow

 

of sounds

 

through our unise spirits.

 

I walk on Rainbow

 

between kisses

 

that you plant to my heart.

 

Forgive me

 

for loving you too much

 

and demanding you

 

never leave.

 

I hold the sounds of evening

 

in the palm of my hand

 

and wait for the lights

 

to change colours and

 

for your coming.

 

Will you dance with me

 

on the Rainbow of our dreams.

A Message to You

People are funny and easy to reject God.
And then you wonder why it is such a ...
It's funny how we believe the newspapers, while doubting the Bible ...
The funny thing is that everyone would love to Raj
free to believe and ogovre or act according to teachings of the Bible ...
It's funny how someone says, "I believe in God"
a walk through a sin (lying, cursing, does not deal with God, maybe just on Sundays)
It's funny how much nonsense you are sending e-mail that a fire is raging everywhere ...
But when you get something about faith, think twice where to post, ..
Consider the ratio in which these messages as they are dealing with God.
It's funny how much violence, immorality, deceit, gossip, jokes heard daily.
And at school, at work, not a word about Jesus and his works.
Jel our shame?
Ridiculous is not it?
It's really funny how some pregnant at the sermon. And in everyday life, nobody knows that he is a believer. It works like everyone else.

Jel still funny?
The funny thing is that when's desire to continue to send this message ... No pick-known addresses, but think twice to whom you send.

What will think about you so send something.
It's funny how important they think the other is about me ..
but what God thinks ... It does not matter. Ridiculous .. or rather scary ...

So, with whom you share this message? With anyone? Think, he will say that you love God!

Rumi

Who Says Words With My Mouth?

All day I think about it, then at night I say it.

Where did I come from, and what am I supposed to be doing?

I have no idea.

My soul is from elsewhere, I'm sure of that,

and I intend to end up there.

This drunkenness began in some other tavern.

When I get back around to that place,

I'll be completely sober.  Meanwhile,

I'm like a bird from another continent, sitting in this aviary.

The day is coming when I fly off,

but who is it now in my ear who hears my voice?

Who says words with my mouth?

Who looks out with my eyes? What is the soul?

I cannot stop asking.

If I could taste one sip of an answer,

I could break out of this prison for drunks.

I didn't come here of my own accord, and I can't leave that way.

Whoever brought me here will have to take me home.

This poetry, I never know what I'm going to say.

I don't plan it.

When I'm outside the saying of it,

I get very quiet and rarely speak at all.

From Essential Rumi

by Coleman Barks