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For whatever we lose (like a you or a me), / It's always our self we find in the sea. - E.E. Cummings
For whatever we lose (like a you or a me),
It's always our self we find in the sea.
"..we are nature's heritors..notes in that great Symphony..The Universe itself shall be our Immortality!" - Oscar Wilde
We Are Made One with What We Touch and See
by Oscar Wilde
We are resolved into the supreme air,
We are made one with what we touch and see,
With our heart's blood each crimson sun is fair,
With our young lives each spring-impassioned tree
Flames into green, the wildest beasts that range
The moor our kinsmen are, all life is one, and all is change.
With beat of systole and of diastole
One grand great life throbs through earth's giant heart,
And mighty waves of single Being roll
From nerve-less germ to man, for we are part
Of every rock and bird and beast and hill,
One with the things that prey on us, and one with what we kill. . . .
One sacrament are consecrate, the earth
Not we alone hath passions hymeneal,
The yellow buttercups that shake for mirth
At daybreak know a pleasure not less real
Than we do, when in some fresh-blossoming wood
We draw the spring into our hearts, and feel that life is good. . . .
Is the light vanished from our golden sun,
Or is this daedal-fashioned earth less fair,
That we are nature's heritors, and one
With every pulse of life that beats the air?
Rather new suns across the sky shall pass,
New splendour come unto the flower, new glory to the grass.
And we two lovers shall not sit afar,
Critics of nature, but the joyous sea
Shall be our raiment, and the bearded star
Shoot arrows at our pleasure! We shall be
Part of the mighty universal whole,
And through all Aeons mix and mingle with the Kosmic Soul!
We shall be notes in that great Symphony
Whose cadence circles through the rhythmic spheres,
And all the live World's throbbing heart shall be
One with our heart, the stealthy creeping years
Have lost their terrors now, we shall not die,
The Universe itself shall be our Immortality!
"A wind has blown the rain away and blown the sky away and all the leaves away, and the trees stand. I think, I too..."
A wind has blown the rain away and blown the sky away and all the leaves away, and the trees stand. I think, I too, have known autumn too long.
"Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once." - William Shakespeare
Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once.
William Blake - "There's a smile of love/there's a smile of deceit/there's a smile of smiles/in which these two smiles meet.."
The Smile
poem by William Blake
There is a smile of love,
And there is a smile of deceit,
And there is a smile of smiles
In which these two smiles meet.
And there is a frown of hate,
And there is a frown of disdain,
And there is a frown of frowns
Which you strive to forget in vain,
For it sticks in the heart's deep core
And it sticks in the deep backbone--
And no smile that ever was smil'd,
But only one smile alone,
That betwixt the cradle and grave
It only once smil'd can be;
And, when it once is smil'd,
There's an end to all misery.
World's sharpness like knife/ Shut in upon itself & do no harm/ hand of Love, soft & warm/ let us hear no sound of human strife
"XXIV - Let the world's sharpness like a clasping knife"
by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
(1806-1861)
Let the world's sharpness like a clasping knife
Shut in upon itself and do no harm
In this close hand of Love, now soft and warm,
And let us hear no sound of human strife
After the click of the shutting. Life to life--
I lean upon thee, Dear, without alarm,
And feel as safe as guarded by a charm
Against the stab of worldlings, who if rife
Are weak to injure. Very whitely still
The lilies of our lives may reassure
Their blossoms from their roots, accessible
Alone to heavenly dews that drop not fewer;
Growing straight, out of man's reach, on the hill.
God only, who made us rich, can make us poor.
"We are guests to Earth by chance /we own nothing since birth till death /but owing much to Earth /who provides us..." ~ LuCxeed
(quote)
Guest to Earth by Chance
by LuCxeed
We are guests to Earth by chance
we own nothing since birth till death
but owing much to Universe
to Nature, to Majesty beyond
to Earth
who provide us wealth
air & soil, water & land, food & clothes
we are transient guests
guest by chance to Earth
to whom we’re indebted
isn’t it indubitably simple
isn’t it evidently true
as trees are green
the sky blue
Nature, Universe
Majesty beyond
and Earth
have my worship
as well theirs, those beloved
who lived with generosity, with love
as their once being Earth’s guests
(unquote)
"O conscience, upright and stainless, how bitter a sting to thee is a little fault!" - Dante Alighieri
O conscience, upright and stainless, how bitter a sting to thee is a little fault!
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