epine

9/30/10

rumi, david lee black, chepachet, rhode island


In my hallucination
I saw my beloved's flower garden
In my vertigo, in my dizziness
In my drunken haze
Whirling and dancing like a spinning wheel

I saw myself as the source of existence
I was there in the beginning
And I was the spirit of love
Now I am sober
There is only the hangover
And the memory of love
And only the sorrow

I yearn for happiness
I ask for help
I want mercy
And my love says:

Look at me and hear me
Because I am here
Just for that

I am your moon and your moonlight too
I am your flower garden and your water too
I have come all this way, eager for you
Without shoes or shawl

I want you to laugh
To kill all your worries
To love you
To nourish you

Oh sweet bitterness
I will soothe you and heal you
I will bring you roses
I, too, have been covered with thorns


~Rumi

 


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silence

9/29/10

dickens, david lee black, whispering, marthas vineyard
One disagreeable result of whispering is that it seems to evoke an atmosphere of silence, haunted by the ghosts of sound-strange cracks and tickings, the rustling of garments that have no substance in them, and the tread of dreadful feet that would leave no mark on the sea-sand or the winter snow.


~Dickens

 


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pilgrimage

9/28/10

aristophanes, david lee black, coverred bridge, pilgrimage
“Your lost friends are not dead, but gone before, advanced a stage or two upon that road which you must travel in the steps they trod.”

~Aristophanes

 


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matin

9/27/10

"When the morning comes

Let it go, this too shall pass"



~Ok Go

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UJKythlXAIY

 


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try

9/26/10

“Be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart and try to love the questions themselves. Do not now seek the answers, which cannot be given you because you would not be able to live them. And the point is to live everything. Live the questions”
~Rilke

 


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circuler

9/25/10

And I behold once more
My old familiar haunts; here the blue river,
The same blue wonder that my infant eye
Admired, sage doubting whence the traveller came,--
Whence brought his sunny bubbles ere he washed
The fragrant flag-roots in my father's fields,
And where thereafter in the world he went.
Look, here he is, unaltered, save that now
He hath broke his banks and flooded all the vales
With his redundant waves.
Here is the rock where, yet a simple child,
I caught with bended pin my earliest fish,
Much triumphing,--and these the fields
Over whose flowers I chased the butterfly,
A blooming hunter of a fairy fine.
And hark! where overhead the ancient crows
Hold their sour conversation in the sky:--
These are the same, but I am not the same,
But wiser than I was, and wise enough
Not to regret the changes, tho' they cost
Me many a sigh. Oh, call not Nature dumb;
These trees and stones are audible to me,
These idle flowers, that tremble in the wind,
I understand their faery syllables,
And all their sad significance. The wind,
That rustles down the well-known forest road--
It hath a sound more eloquent than speech.
The stream, the trees, the grass, the sighing wind,
All of them utter sounds of 'monishment
And grave parental love.
They are not of our race, they seem to say,
And yet have knowledge of our moral race,
And somewhat of majestic sympathy,
Something of pity for the puny clay,
That holds and boasts the immeasurable mind.
I feel as I were welcome to these trees
After long months of weary wandering,
Acknowledged by their hospitable boughs;
They know me as their son, for side by side,
They were coeval with my ancestors,
Adorned with them my country's primitive times,
And soon may give my dust their funeral shade.


~Ralph Waldo Emerson
June, 1827

 


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radiant

9/24/10

"The One is pure and silent
Why go on talking?'
The most radiant in me
Has never said a word."

 


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alive

9/23/10

"Try to learn to breathe deeply; really to taste food when you eat, and when you sleep really to sleep. Try as much as possible to be wholly alive with all your might, and when you laugh, laugh like hell."

~ William Saroyan

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=76cT3a6fPsE
 

 


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Verdade seja!! Every moment is a blessing and should be lived to the fullest. Appreciating every positive moment--no matter how big or small--and turning the others into life's lessons. :-)
-- Grace, 9/23/10

Oh Yes!
-- ., 9/23/10



seashore

9/22/10

"I do not know how I may appear to the world, but to myself I seem to have been only like a boy playing at the seashore, and diverting myself now and then, finding a smoother pebble or a prettier shell than ordinary, whilst the great ocean of truth lay undiscovered before me."


-Isaac Newton

 


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saal

9/21/10

No place worth knowing yields itself at sight, and those the least inviting on first view may leave the most haunting pictures upon the walls of memory.

~Algernon Blackwood

 


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mylomanes

9/20/10

This was one of those perfect New England days in late summer where the spirit of autumn takes a first stealing flight, like a spy, through the ripening country-side, and, with feigned sympathy for those who droop with August heat, puts her cool cloak of bracing air about leaf and flower and human shoulders.


 ~Sarah Orne Jewett

 


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yearning

9/19/10

“When suffering comes, we yearn for some sign from God, forgetting we have just had one.”


~MIgnon McLaughlin

 


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freude

9/18/10

“If you never did you should. These things are fun and fun is good”

~Dr. Seuss

 


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presence

9/17/10

"There is something strangely winning to most women in that offer of the firm arm; the help is not wanted physically at that moment, but the sense of help, the presence of strength that is outside them and yet theirs, meets a continual want of the imagination."


~George Elliot

 


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ocyan

9/16/10

"The woods are never solitary--they are full of whispering, beckoning, friendly life. But the sea is a mighty soul, forever moaning of some great, unshareable sorrow, which shuts it up into itself for all eternity."

~Lucy Montgomery

 


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peopled

9/15/10

"Who hears music feels his solitude peopled at once."


~R. Browning

 


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arriver

9/14/10

“To fly as fast as thought, to anywhere that is,” he said,

”you must begin by knowing that you have already arrived…”


~Jonathan Livingston Seagull

 


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tender

9/13/10

“For me music is a vehicle to bring our pain to the surface, getting it back to that humble and tender spot where, with luck, it can lose its anger and become compassion again."

~P. Cole


And if you are in need of a tender moment...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7jgmgE-QDzA&hd=1

 


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liberate

9/12/10

“Some people think it's holding on that makes one strong

- sometimes it's letting go.”

 


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wishing

9/11/10

“Work will win when wishy washy wishing won t.”

~T. Monson

 


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albero

9/10/10

"No one knows how children will turn out; a great tree often springs from a tender plant"

 


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reconnaissant

9/9/10

“Who cared if there was really any Being to pray to? What mattered was the sense of giving thanks and praise, the feeling of a humble and grateful heart.”

~Oliver S.

 


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Thank you lord for a warm bed to sleep on, thank you for the food we are about to eat, thank you for a roof over our heads on cold nights such as this, thank you for companionship in hard times like these, Amen." ~Eli (thank you D)
-- Mimi Black, 9/9/10



togetherness

9/8/10

"Let there be spaces in your togetherness."

 ~Kahlil Gibran

 


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future

9/7/10

"We are sons of yesterday, not of the morning. The past is our mortal mother, no dead thing. Our future constantly reflects her to the soul."

~G. Merideth

 


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mistura

9/6/10

“Who in the rainbow can draw the line where the violet tint ends and the orange tint begins? Distinctly we see the difference of the colors, but where exactly does the one first blendingly enter into the other? So with sanity and insanity.”

~Herman Melville

 


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