About me:
__________ My Garden.....
(Published by Susan on 2003/7/27).....................
The world is sadly sick, they say...
The world is sadly sick, they say,
And plagued by woe and pain.
But look! How looms my garden gay,
With blooms in golden reign!
With lyric music in the air,
Of joy fulfilled in song,
I can't believe that anywhere
Is hate and harm and wrong................
A paradise my garden is,
And there my day is spent;
A steep myself in sunny bliss,
Incredibly content.
Feeling that I am truly part
Of peace so rapt and still,
There's not a care within my heart . . .
How can the world be ill?....................
Aye, though the land be sick they say,
And named unto pain,
My garden never was so gay,
So innocent, so sane.
My roses mock at misery,
My thrushes vie in song . . .
When only beauty I can see,
How can the world be wrong?__________________________________________________________________________
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The spirit of the Wolf resides in my heart ...
Mostly peacefully, yet ever wild ...
Running in time to the blowing wind ...
Dancing in the clouds that drift in the Heavens. ...
The spirit of the Wolf resides in my soul ...
Longing to hear the song of the Great One ...
Striving to be that which I am in my natural state ....
Succeeding only because of the Love that the Universe grants me. ...
“Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness, that frightens us most. We ask ourselves, 'Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, and famous?' Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that people won't feel insecure around you. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It's not just in some of us; it's in all of us. And when we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.”
Used by Nelson Mandela in his 1994 inaugural speech
Who I'd like to meet:
SIMBIOZA, audio-visual performance, Zagreb 2006., anitaceliccella
... ... I saw a man once when I was very young. He stood on a rock high in the mountains. His arms were spread out and his body bent backward and I could see him as an arc against the sky. He stood still and tense, trembling to a note of ecstasy no man had ever heard. I’ve never known who he was. I knew only that this was what life should be....
______________________ ... I still believe that there's gold, at the end of the World ... Tom Waits
Every man is the builder of a temple, called his body, to the god he worships, after a style purely his own, nor can he get off by hammering marble instead. We are all sculptors and painters, and our material is our own flesh and blood and bones. Henry David Thoreau "Walden," "Higher Laws," 1854.
Joseph saith:- I do magnify the experience according to the mighty speech of paradoxal, for the work is improved thereby. The insight is inspissated, and it is also made thin; it grows warm and becomes cold. The inspissation thereof takes place when it is divided in heaven by the elongation of the Sun; its rarefaction is when, by the exaltation of the Sun in heaven, the air becomes warm and is rarefied. It is comparable with the complexion of Spring, in the distinction of time, which is neither warm nor cold. For according to the mutation of the constituted disposition with the altering distinctions of the soul, so is Winter altered. The insight, therefore, is inspissated when the logical is removed from it, and then surprise supervenes upon men.
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