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Re: Winter Poetry
Winter Journey in the Harz (1777) Johann Wolfgang von Goethe As the hawk aloft On heavy daybreak cloud Searching for prey, May my song hover. For a god has duly to each His path prefixed, And the fortunate man Runs fast and joyfully To his journey's end; But he whose heart Misfortune constricted Struggles in vain To break from the bonds Of the brazen thread Which the shears, so bitter still, Cut once alone. Into grisly thickets The rough beasts run, And with the sparrows The rich long since...
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Re: Winter Poetry
Thank you Margherita for this sparkling gift. It casts a bright light into eternity. Thank you for the footprints in the snow. Even the smallest of creatures are enjoying your beautiful song. Unfortunately their feet are too tiny to leave footprints in the snow. Love, Inda
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Re: The Scent of Lilacs
You are right yoko, there is definitely a wonderful scent of lilacs in the air. Love, Vicky Lilacsby Amy Lowell Amy Lowell Lilacs, False blue, White, Purple, Color of lilac, Your great puffs of flowers Are everywhere in this my New England. Among your heart-shaped leaves Orange orioles hop like music-box birds and sing Their little weak soft songs; In the crooks of your branches The bright eyes of song sparrows sitting on spotted eggs Peer restlessly through the light and shadow Of all ...
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Re: Classic Autumn Poetry
"In the other gardens And all up the vale, From the autumn bonfies See the smoke trail! Pleasant summer over And all the summer flowers, The red fire blazes, the grey smoke towers. Sing a song of seasons! Something bright in all, Flowers in the summer Fires in the fall! " - Robert Louis Stevenson, Autumn Fires
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Re: Classic Autumn Poetry
"Have you ever noticed a tree standing naked against the sky, How beautiful it is? All its branches are outlined, and in its nakedness There is a poem, there is a song. Every leaf is gone and it is waiting for the spring. When the spring comes, it again fills the tree with The music of many leaves, Which in due season fall and are blown away. And this is the way of life." - Krishnamurti
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Re: Autumn Colors Have Arrived
"In the other gardens And all up the vale, From the autumn bonfies See the smoke trail! Pleasant summer over And all the summer flowers, The red fire blazes, the grey smoke towers. Sing a song of seasons! Something bright in all, Flowers in the summer Fires in the fall! " - Robert Louis Stevenson, Autumn Fires
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Re: Time with you
Berthe Morisot Time with you I mended your cover today. With every stitch you came closer to me. You were in the sun’s warmth in the birds’ song in the breeze and even in the needle. Dear margherita, Thank you for these beautiful words: You smiled to me through the torn fabric to make me forgive Zelda the cat who adores the cover just like me but ignores its fragility and its precious charge of indelible memories. I mended your cover today and you were right here blessing me in such a...
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Re: Stephen Foster
I heard this song last night and it reminded me of this topic on Givnologt. This is a really beautiful song. Love, Vicky
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Re: Winter Poetry
Thank you yoko for the lovely little poems and the beautiful images. ***********************************8 " Where in pale blue ranks arise Alps that rim the mountain valley ; Where above the crystal spring Blooms the snow-white apple-tree, And in tracks of snow you see Wild white roses blossoming ; Where a stream begins its song Like a wind-harp low and muffled, Murmuring through the moss and stones; Then among the alders moans, Rushes out, involved and ruffled, By a youthful impulse driven,...
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Re: The Scent of Lilacs
Thank you yoko for bringing back this topic. When Lilacs Welcome When lilac buds have burst to bloom On hills and valleys of Spokane, When larks are trilling roundelays More sweet than fabled notes of Pan, The River rushes joyously, The tumbling Falls lift rainbow spray in welcome to each visitor and native son, for festal day. The Queen of Spring holds Royal Court, When lilac fragrance fills the air; Our chosen Princess brings her throng Of maidens -- fairest of the fair: A Theme of Beauty...
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Re: Classic Spring Poems
...From the spring of love you bring back life to my ailing heart. The song of the awakened earth, the seasons, the changing Moons, all this fuss you make is glorious, Creation bows at your feet. Rumi *******
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Re: Classic Spring Poems
A Spring Song Old Mother Earth woke up from her sleep, and found she was cold and bare; the winter was over, the spring was near, and she had not a dress to wear. "Alas!" she sighed, with great dismay. "oh, where shall I get my clothes? There's not a place to buy a suit, and a dressmaker no one knows." "I'll make you a dress," said the spring grass, just looking above the ground, "a dress of green of the lovliest sheen, to cover you all around." "And we," said the dandelions gay, "will dot...
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Re: Merry Christmas
MERRY CHRISTMAS Dear friends, Margherita posted another poem for us in 2012 which I am sharing with you again this year: His Gift of Love: The world is lit up by a heavenly light a star and a child radiate divine love dissolving the darkness of the holy night diffusing a message of Hope from Above. In amazement and joy we go back in time to mingle with all the shepherds and the kings to listen to the magical sacred chime that showers humankind with untold blessings. Immense tenderness floods...
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Re: ROSES
“I will soothe you and heal you, I will bring you roses. I too have been covered with thorns.” ― Rumi ****** Roses are still blooming, and they will do so until the frost. “Pull the thorn of existence out of the heart! Fast! For when you do, you will see thousands of rose gardens in yourself.” ― Rumi ****** “When the rose is gone and the garden faded you will no longer hear the nightingale's song. The Beloved is all; the lover just a veil. The Beloved is living; the lover a dead thing. If...
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Re: The way to freedom
Very beautiful. Thank you Margherita. Have a happy holiday season. Love, yoko
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Re: Classic Autumn Poetry
Autumn John Clare (from The Village Minstrel , 1821) The summer-flower has run to seed, And yellow is the woodland bough; And every leaf of bush and weed Is tipt with autumn’s pencil now. And I do love the varied hue, And I do love the browning plain; And I do love each scene to view, That’s mark’d with beauties of her reign. The woodbine-trees red berries bear, That clustering hang upon the bower; While, fondly lingering here and there, Peeps out a dwindling sickly flower. The trees’ gay...
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Re: Rumi Prayer
Rumi was so correct, such a long time ago and we still have learned nothing. What is praised is one, so the praise is one too, many jugs being poured into a huge basin. All religions, all this singing, one song. The differences are just illusion and vanity. Sunlight looks slightly different on this wall than it does on that wall and a lot different on this other one, but it is still one light. We have borrowed these clothes, these time-and-space personalities, from a light, and when we...
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Re: Peace and Love
Peace slumbers on peaks in wait for soul song echoes to flood Earth with love LOVE TO ALL! Margherita Thank you for these words dear Margherita. They are much needed now. Love, Vicky
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Re: Rumi Prayer
All religions, all this singing, one song. The differences are just illusion and vanity. The sun’s light looks a little different on this wall than it does on that wall, and a lot different on this other one, but it’s still one light. ~Rumi
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Re: Kahlil Gibran on Work
And what is it to work with love? It is to weave the cloth with threads drawn from your heart, even as if your beloved were to wear that cloth. It is to build a house with affection, even as if your beloved were to dwell in that house. It is to sow seeds with tenderness and reap the harvest with joy, even as if your beloved were to eat the fruit. It is to charge all things you fashion with a breath of your own spirit, And to know that all the blessed dead are standing about you and watching.
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Re: Transcending
When my old expressions died out, on my lips they became a new song, and welled up murmuring in my heart. When my old path came to an end it brought me to a new land. Tagore
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Re: Happy Easter
Easter Prayer God, give us eyes to see the beauty of the Spring, And to behold Your majesty in every living thing - And may we see in lacy leaves and every budding flower The Hand that rules the universe with gentleness and power - And may this Easter grandeur that Spring lavishly imparts Awaken faded flowers of faith lying dormant in our hearts, And give us ears to hear, dear God, the Springtime song of birds With messages more meaningful than man's often empty words Telling harried human...
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Re: Classic Autumn Poetry
Fall is truly here, Autumn Song BY DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI Know'st thou not at the fall of the leaf How the heart feels a languid grief Laid on it for a covering, And how sleep seems a goodly thing In Autumn at the fall of the leaf? And how the swift beat of the brain Falters because it is in vain, In Autumn at the fall of the leaf Knowest thou not? and how the chief Of joys seems—not to suffer pain? Know'st thou not at the fall of the leaf How the soul feels like a dried sheaf Bound up at...
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Re: Breathing God
Breathing God I see you climbing lonely hills burdened by all the mysteries randomly gathered over the years. From atop the world you scrutinize frosty cosmic valleys of tears and shiver in the grip of solitude. You long for soothing replies. A tiny flower wants your eyes to reflect its charm upon your soul. As if guided by soft petal whispers you feel ready for contemplation. To those who are willing to listen nature offers deepest revelations. You long for a new awareness. See how the...
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Re: Classic Spring Poems
BY ROBERT HERRICK Fair Daffodils, we weep to see You haste away so soon; As yet the early-rising sun Has not attain'd his noon. Stay, stay, Until the hasting day Has run But to the even-song; And, having pray'd together, we Will go with you along. We have short time to stay, as you, We have as short a spring; As quick a growth to meet decay, As you, or anything. We die As your hours do, and dry Away, Like to the summer's rain; Or as the pearls of morning's dew, Ne'er to be found again.
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Re: ROSES
Thomas Moore (1779-1852) 'TIS THE LAST ROSE OF SUMMER 'TIS the last rose of summer, Left blooming alone ; All her lovely companions Are faded and gone ; No flower of her kindred, No rose-bud is nigh, To reflect back her blushes, Or give sigh for sigh. I'll not leave thee, thou lone one ! To pine on the stem ; Since the lovely are sleeping, Go sleep thou with them. Thus kindly I scatter Thy leaves o'er the bed, Where thy mates of the garden Lie scentless and dead. So soon may I follow, When...
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Re: Peace and Love
Peace slumbers on peaks in wait for soul song echoes to flood Earth with love _____________________________ Thank you yoko for bringing back this beautiful little poem.
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Re: Oneness
Oneness Behind my closed eyes your beauty unfolds. Drawn to the light you emanate I stretch and reach out leaping into your heart. I travel on the vibes released by my desire. Let me kiss your smile and gain admission to the promised land of your secret core. Each flapping of wings opens to a new sight and I yearn for more moving on and on in rapture and delight. We are both in motion towards each other craving for collision. Oh the intimate touch of every single particle when we finally...
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Re: Liquid Silver
Liquid Silver I stand in awe in front of you spellbound by your vastness of blue I listen to your whispered tunes and I open my arms to take you in. Your song flows into my heart, I am compelled to savor your touch and softly I glide into your embrace weightless I float in your silkiness. Just you and me and the glittering sun! In silent adoration I murmur words of praise and you respond in softly caressing waves, making love to me, to the very essence of me. While the sun stretches to kiss...
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Re: The Healing Touch of Love
Divine Touch of Healing Love In this moment of deepest sacredness I receive the touch of Your infinite Love, Oh Spirit Divine, Lord of Heavens You reach out to your child with your immeasurable Love. You pour the pure waters of Your holiness into the clear river of perfection that touches all Life born from You. In stillness I receive You. Your loving hands caress my head, my skin, my every cell. You have created the connection with the Source of All there is. I am soaked in the flow of Your...
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Re: Advent
Advent 2019 is here. Light your candle this Sunday. Four Sundays [ edit ] Advent candles In the Roman Rite of the Catholic Church , the readings of Mass on the Sundays of Advent have distinct themes: [40] On the First Sunday ( Advent Sunday ), they look forward to the Second Coming of Christ. On the Second Sunday, the Gospel reading recalls the preaching of John the Baptist , who came to "prepare the way of the Lord"; the other readings have associated themes. On the Third Sunday ( Gaudete...
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Re: Your touch
Your touch so soft Your touch so soft, like the breeze caressing the tender new grass. In response I arch like a rainbow holding you in my coloured strings. We listen to the Earth as she sighs, in quiet pleasure to the song of our souls. The stars hear too, and they claim us, for we belong into their radiance. Once airborne, we are drawn like magnets into ethereal splendour. We fly, we dance, we soar, in love. Deep wonder reflects in our eyes. Your touch so soft …. Love, Margherita
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Re: The Healing Touch of Love
Divine Touch of Healing Love In this moment of deepest sacredness I receive the touch of Your infinite Love, Oh Spirit Divine, Lord of Heavens You reach out to your child with your immeasurable Love. You pour the pure waters of Your holiness into the clear river of perfection that touches all Life born from You. In stillness I receive You. Your loving hands caress my head, my skin, my every cell. You have created the connection with the Source of All there is. I am soaked in the flow of Your...
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Re: Who do we pray to?
"... Move beyond any attachment to names." Every war and every conflict between human beings has happened because of some disagreement about names. It's such an unnecessary foolishness, because just beyond the arguing there's a long table of companionship, set and waiting for us to sit down. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- What is praised is one, so the praise is one too, many jugs being poured into a huge basin. All religions, all this...
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Re: We touch
Dear Margherita, You have touched another little bird, who will continue to sing your beautiful song. Dear Lilie, so good to see you here Love, Inda
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Re: Navaho - from Indigenous Peoples calendar 1994
Dear Teo, This is another very beautiful post. Thank you for sharing the information and the serene picture. ************************ Walk on a rainbow trail, walk on a trail of song, and all about you will be beauty. There is a way out of every dark mist over a rainbow trail. ~ Navaho Song
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Re: We touch
Spirit of Spring by Alphonse Mucha Dear Inda, that little yellow beauty has plenty of love messages in his little breast, no doubt! Thank you for posting it on this thread. I love it! Eastern Bluebirds III by Jean Cassady Messengers of Spring sing the song of joy and love and our hearts rejoice Love and hugs. Margherita
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Re: You Are the Magic - draft
Thank you Teo. This is a really beautiful verse. I am so glad that you shared this with us. I would like to hear the music to this song. Love Vicky
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Re: My Successes Are Here
Thank you Teo, for sharing the cute song. Sending out positive energy++++++++, for all the things that you want, and you need to appear.
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Re: Art Timeline - Artists, styles and inventions
Dear friends, Attached is the updated file, it is in MS-Wierd formatted with almost no margins, so it needs fixing, and page numbers, but I want to share it for your enjoyment, information, and as an attachment I suppose it is accessible here FOREVER! he he.. While I'm "backing up" for posterity (LOL ) here is Uncle Blob's' forums replies to Art Timeline and Daadadadaadaa: http://givnology.com/BlobTimeline.htm http://givnology.com/Daadadadaadaa.htm Harmony and beautiful sounds to you all, ...
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Re: Your Eyes
Beautiful dear Lynette! There was a Roberta Flac song, I think, "Playing my life with his fingers" well.. maybe I know what it means now. You really penetrate, toward true essence in your wonderful writing. Thanks ever so for sharing it! Love and light being, Teo
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Re: The Mysterious Wind
The wind is an old friend I hear calling to me. From out of the night, the wind beckons me and breathes wonderful notions into my head. I never feel so alone as when there is no wind. The wind calms my fears, soothes my sense of despair, and pleads with me to continue my quest and not lose the precious hope. The wind comforts me, cools my brow and stirs my soul. The wind rises and falls like magic, coming from who knows where and goes to who knows where. The wind has long been my...
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Re: Bacon and Eliot on Music and Medicine
Thank you for these wonderful quotes Teo. Music is food for the soul. Rabindranath Tagore ...In the silence of night make the flute play fully this song that makes the planets and moon listen in wonder...
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Re: Fire
It is a beautiful poem. That said, allow me to digress (what fun!). Lynette, you know, one of the big differences between cultures is Burners / Burryers . If the soul is.. let's say, sort of around, for a while, like some say a year after the body ain't breathin' (1 year after my Jewish step-mom passed there was a second type of sending off), well, would that soul part mind the body being burnt? Since (both types!) Indians are generally Burners and I assume they might know.. I guess it...
