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pinky
post Jul 23 2007, 08:18 PM
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Love's Philosophy


The fountains mingle with the river,
And the rivers with the ocean;
The winds of heaven mix forever
With a sweet emotion;
Nothing in the world is single;
All things by a law divine
In another's being mingle--
Why not I with thine?

See, the mountains kiss high heaven,
And the waves clasp one another;
No sister flower could be forgiven
If it disdained its brother;
And the sunlight clasps the earth,
And the moonbeams kiss the sea;--
What are all these kissings worth,
If thou kiss not me?


~ Percy Bysshe Shelley

"The best and the most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen,
nor touched...but are felt in the heart."


Far, very far, into the world of the farthest beyond
My hope carries me and places me
On the sweetest lap of the unknown.
There i behold my self-form
In the Dance-Delight of the Absolute



Every Night and every Morn
Some to Misery are born
Every morn and every Night
Some are born to sweet Delight
Some are born to Endless night
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post Jul 31 2007, 04:20 AM
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QUOTE(pinky @ Jul 23 2007, 08:18 PM) *

Love's Philosophy


The fountains mingle with the river,
And the rivers with the ocean;
The winds of heaven mix forever
With a sweet emotion;
Nothing in the world is single;
All things by a law divine
In another's being mingle--
Why not I with thine?

See, the mountains kiss high heaven,
And the waves clasp one another;
No sister flower could be forgiven
If it disdained its brother;
And the sunlight clasps the earth,
And the moonbeams kiss the sea;--
What are all these kissings worth,
If thou kiss not me?


~ Percy Bysshe Shelley


I love this poem. Thanks for posting it Pinkz. smile.gif

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post Jul 31 2007, 04:23 AM
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To You ( Leaves Of Grass )
- Walt Whitman

Let us twain walk aside from the rest;
Now we are together privately, do you discard ceremony,

Come! vouchsafe to me what has yet been vouchsafed
to none—Tell me the whole story,

Tell me what you would not tell your brother, wife,
husband, or physician

Stranger! if you, passing, meet me, and desire to
speak to me, why should you not speak to me?

And why should I not speak to you?







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QUOTE(noorie @ Jul 31 2007, 04:23 AM) *

To You ( Leaves Of Grass )
- Walt Whitman

Let us twain walk aside from the rest;
Now we are together privately, do you discard ceremony,

Come! vouchsafe to me what has yet been vouchsafed
to none—Tell me the whole story,

Tell me what you would not tell your brother, wife,
husband, or physician

Stranger! if you, passing, meet me, and desire to
speak to me, why should you not speak to me?

And why should I not speak to you?




Lovely poem noorie. smile.gif


Love Me


Love me in the Springtime, when all is green and new,
Love me in the Summer, when the sky is oh so blue,
Love me in the Autumn, when the leaves are turning brown,
Love me in the Winter, when the snow is falling down.

Love me when I'm happy, and even when I'm sad,
Love me when I'm good, or when I'm oh so bad,
Love me when I'm pretty, or if my face is plain,
Love me when I'm feeling good, or when I'm feeling pain.

Love me always darlin', in the rain or shining sun,
Love me always darlin', after all is said and done,
Love me always darlin', until all our life is through,
Love me always darlin', for I'll be lovin' you!


-Amanda Nicole Martinez -



A Thousand Fair suitors


A thousand fair suitors all stab at your heart
Those poets of movement and jockeys of art
The high-volume vendors who hustle romance
Splashing their canvas with color and dance

The blasters of trumpets, gold banners unfurled
They offer lush gardens in glistening worlds
Yes, bearers of torches and carvers of stone
Who whisper their sonnets and surrender their thrones

And there in your doorway, no shadow is cast
No lingering voices, no ghosts from the past
Just a cluster of walls, and a window of pain
Collecting the heartache like droplets of rain

Still I stand before you, with palms to the sky
No gold in my pocket, no thorn in my side
And all I can offer, where words have no place
Is a body that trembles, and this love that awaits

- Jeff Kurfess

"The best and the most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen,
nor touched...but are felt in the heart."


Far, very far, into the world of the farthest beyond
My hope carries me and places me
On the sweetest lap of the unknown.
There i behold my self-form
In the Dance-Delight of the Absolute



Every Night and every Morn
Some to Misery are born
Every morn and every Night
Some are born to sweet Delight
Some are born to Endless night
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post Aug 11 2007, 11:47 AM
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QUOTE(pinky @ Aug 2 2007, 10:30 PM) *


Love Me


Love me in the Springtime, when all is green and new,
Love me in the Summer, when the sky is oh so blue,
Love me in the Autumn, when the leaves are turning brown,
Love me in the Winter, when the snow is falling down.

Love me when I'm happy, and even when I'm sad,
Love me when I'm good, or when I'm oh so bad,
Love me when I'm pretty, or if my face is plain,
Love me when I'm feeling good, or when I'm feeling pain.

Love me always darlin', in the rain or shining sun,
Love me always darlin', after all is said and done,
Love me always darlin', until all our life is through,
Love me always darlin', for I'll be lovin' you!


-Amanda Nicole Martinez -



A Thousand Fair suitors


A thousand fair suitors all stab at your heart
Those poets of movement and jockeys of art
The high-volume vendors who hustle romance
Splashing their canvas with color and dance

The blasters of trumpets, gold banners unfurled
They offer lush gardens in glistening worlds
Yes, bearers of torches and carvers of stone
Who whisper their sonnets and surrender their thrones

And there in your doorway, no shadow is cast
No lingering voices, no ghosts from the past
Just a cluster of walls, and a window of pain
Collecting the heartache like droplets of rain


Still I stand before you, with palms to the sky
No gold in my pocket, no thorn in my side
And all I can offer, where words have no place
Is a body that trembles, and this love that awaits


- Jeff Kurfess


Love those lines specially! Thanks Pinkz.

I so want to believe, but I am afraid that I wouldn't recognise true love even if it were right in front of me.
Can you blame me? It's such a shallow world. sad.gif

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post Aug 11 2007, 11:49 AM
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It doesn't interest me what you do for a living . . .
I want to know what you ache for,
and if you dare to dream
of meeting your heart's longing.
It doesn't interest me how old you are . . .
I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love . . .
for your dreams, for the adventure of being alive.
It doesn't interest me what planets are squaring your moon . . .
I want to know if you have touched
the center of your own sorrow,
if you have been opened . . . opened by life's betrayals,
or have become shriveled and closed
from fear of further pain.
I want to know if you can sit with pain . . .
mine, or your own,
without moving to hide it, or fade it, or fix it.
I want to know if you can be with joy . . .
be with joy . . . mine, or your own . . .
if you can dance with wildness
and let the ecstasy fill you
to the tips of your fingers and toes
without cautioning either one of us to be careful,
or to be realistic,
or to remember our limitations,
or to remember who we are.
It doesn't interest me
if the story you are telling me right now
is true, I don't care . . .
I want to know if you can disappoint another
to be true to yourself . . .
if you can hear the truth in your soul,
if you can bear the accusation of betrayal
and not betray your own soul.
I want to know if you can be faithful,
and therefore trustworthy.
I want to know if you can see beauty,
even when it's not pretty every day
and if you can source your life
from God's presence.
I want to know if you can live with failure . . .
yours and mine,
and still stand on the edge of a lake
and shout to the silver sliver of a full moon, YES . . . yes.
It doesn't interest me to know
where you live or how much money you have . . .
I want to know if you can get up
after a night of grief and despair,
weary and bruised to the bone
and do what needs to be done for the children.
It doesn't interest me who you are
or how you came to be here . . .
I want to know if you will stand
in the center of a fire with me
and not shrink back.
And finally, it doesn't interest me
where or what or with whom you have studied . . .
I want to know what sustains you from the inside
when all else falls away.
I want to know if you can be alone with yourself . . .
and if you truly like the company you keep
in the empty moments.


— Oriah Mountain Dreamer, Native American Elder

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post Aug 30 2007, 11:42 PM
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QUOTE(noorie @ Aug 11 2007, 11:47 AM) *

QUOTE(pinky @ Aug 2 2007, 10:30 PM) *


Love Me


Love me in the Springtime, when all is green and new,
Love me in the Summer, when the sky is oh so blue,
Love me in the Autumn, when the leaves are turning brown,
Love me in the Winter, when the snow is falling down.

Love me when I'm happy, and even when I'm sad,
Love me when I'm good, or when I'm oh so bad,
Love me when I'm pretty, or if my face is plain,
Love me when I'm feeling good, or when I'm feeling pain.

Love me always darlin', in the rain or shining sun,
Love me always darlin', after all is said and done,
Love me always darlin', until all our life is through,
Love me always darlin', for I'll be lovin' you!


-Amanda Nicole Martinez -



A Thousand Fair suitors


A thousand fair suitors all stab at your heart
Those poets of movement and jockeys of art
The high-volume vendors who hustle romance
Splashing their canvas with color and dance

The blasters of trumpets, gold banners unfurled
They offer lush gardens in glistening worlds
Yes, bearers of torches and carvers of stone
Who whisper their sonnets and surrender their thrones

And there in your doorway, no shadow is cast
No lingering voices, no ghosts from the past
Just a cluster of walls, and a window of pain
Collecting the heartache like droplets of rain


Still I stand before you, with palms to the sky
No gold in my pocket, no thorn in my side
And all I can offer, where words have no place
Is a body that trembles, and this love that awaits


- Jeff Kurfess


Love those lines specially! Thanks Pinkz.

I so want to believe, but I am afraid that I wouldn't recognise true love even if it were right in front of me.
Can you blame me? It's such a shallow world. sad.gif

Noorie


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"The best and the most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen,
nor touched...but are felt in the heart."


Far, very far, into the world of the farthest beyond
My hope carries me and places me
On the sweetest lap of the unknown.
There i behold my self-form
In the Dance-Delight of the Absolute



Every Night and every Morn
Some to Misery are born
Every morn and every Night
Some are born to sweet Delight
Some are born to Endless night
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post Aug 30 2007, 11:43 PM
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QUOTE(noorie @ Aug 11 2007, 11:49 AM) *

It doesn't interest me what you do for a living . . .
I want to know what you ache for,
and if you dare to dream
of meeting your heart's longing.
It doesn't interest me how old you are . . .
I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love . . .
for your dreams, for the adventure of being alive.
It doesn't interest me what planets are squaring your moon . . .
I want to know if you have touched
the center of your own sorrow,
if you have been opened . . . opened by life's betrayals,
or have become shriveled and closed
from fear of further pain.
I want to know if you can sit with pain . . .
mine, or your own,
without moving to hide it, or fade it, or fix it.
I want to know if you can be with joy . . .
be with joy . . . mine, or your own . . .
if you can dance with wildness
and let the ecstasy fill you
to the tips of your fingers and toes
without cautioning either one of us to be careful,
or to be realistic,
or to remember our limitations,
or to remember who we are.
It doesn't interest me
if the story you are telling me right now
is true, I don't care . . .
I want to know if you can disappoint another
to be true to yourself . . .
if you can hear the truth in your soul,
if you can bear the accusation of betrayal
and not betray your own soul.
I want to know if you can be faithful,
and therefore trustworthy.
I want to know if you can see beauty,
even when it's not pretty every day
and if you can source your life
from God's presence.
I want to know if you can live with failure . . .
yours and mine,
and still stand on the edge of a lake
and shout to the silver sliver of a full moon, YES . . . yes.
It doesn't interest me to know
where you live or how much money you have . . .
I want to know if you can get up
after a night of grief and despair,
weary and bruised to the bone
and do what needs to be done for the children.
It doesn't interest me who you are
or how you came to be here . . .
I want to know if you will stand
in the center of a fire with me
and not shrink back.
And finally, it doesn't interest me
where or what or with whom you have studied . . .
[b]I want to know what sustains you from the inside
when all else falls away.
I want to know if you can be alone with yourself . . .
and if you truly like the company you keep
in the empty moments
. [/b]

— Oriah Mountain Dreamer, Native American Elder



Such a beautiful poem noorie.. smile.gif

"The best and the most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen,
nor touched...but are felt in the heart."


Far, very far, into the world of the farthest beyond
My hope carries me and places me
On the sweetest lap of the unknown.
There i behold my self-form
In the Dance-Delight of the Absolute



Every Night and every Morn
Some to Misery are born
Every morn and every Night
Some are born to sweet Delight
Some are born to Endless night
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post Aug 30 2007, 11:45 PM
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Footprints in the Sand


One night I dreamed I was walking along the beach with the Lord.
Many scenes from my life flashed across the sky.
In each scene I noticed footprints in the sand.
Sometimes there were two sets of footprints,
other times there were one set of footprints.


This bothered me because I noticed
that during the low periods of my life,
when I was suffering from
anguish, sorrow or defeat,
I could see only one set of footprints.


So I said to the Lord,
"You promised me Lord,
that if I followed you,
you would walk with me always.
But I have noticed that during the most trying periods of my life
there have only been one set of footprints in the sand.
Why, when I needed you most, you have not been there for me?"



The Lord replied,
"The times when you have seen only one set of footprints in the sand,
is when I carried you."


~ Mary Stevenson

















"The best and the most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen,
nor touched...but are felt in the heart."


Far, very far, into the world of the farthest beyond
My hope carries me and places me
On the sweetest lap of the unknown.
There i behold my self-form
In the Dance-Delight of the Absolute



Every Night and every Morn
Some to Misery are born
Every morn and every Night
Some are born to sweet Delight
Some are born to Endless night
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post Aug 31 2007, 10:18 AM
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QUOTE(pinky @ Aug 30 2007, 11:45 PM) *

Footprints in the Sand


One night I dreamed I was walking along the beach with the Lord.
Many scenes from my life flashed across the sky.
In each scene I noticed footprints in the sand.
Sometimes there were two sets of footprints,
other times there were one set of footprints.


This bothered me because I noticed
that during the low periods of my life,
when I was suffering from
anguish, sorrow or defeat,
I could see only one set of footprints.


So I said to the Lord,
"You promised me Lord,
that if I followed you,
you would walk with me always.
But I have noticed that during the most trying periods of my life
there have only been one set of footprints in the sand.
Why, when I needed you most, you have not been there for me?"



The Lord replied,
"The times when you have seen only one set of footprints in the sand,
is when I carried you."


~ Mary Stevenson




Thankyou pinky ji..for such beautiful poem...read it somewhere..and remembered the jist...but could never get hold of full version... biggrin.gif

After silence that which comes nearest to expressing the inexpressible is music.
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post Aug 31 2007, 10:33 AM
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What a man would like to say.... biggrin.gif

George Gordon Byron, Lord Byron. 1788–1824

She walks in Beauty

SHE walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that 's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellow'd to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impair'd the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o'er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.

And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!

After silence that which comes nearest to expressing the inexpressible is music.
Aldous Huxley



"Waqt ne kiya...Kya haseen sitm...Tum rahe na tum..Hum rahe na hum.."



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QUOTE(simplefable @ Aug 31 2007, 10:18 AM) *

QUOTE(pinky @ Aug 30 2007, 11:45 PM) *

Footprints in the Sand


One night I dreamed I was walking along the beach with the Lord.
Many scenes from my life flashed across the sky.
In each scene I noticed footprints in the sand.
Sometimes there were two sets of footprints,
other times there were one set of footprints.


This bothered me because I noticed
that during the low periods of my life,
when I was suffering from
anguish, sorrow or defeat,
I could see only one set of footprints.


So I said to the Lord,
"You promised me Lord,
that if I followed you,
you would walk with me always.
But I have noticed that during the most trying periods of my life
there have only been one set of footprints in the sand.
Why, when I needed you most, you have not been there for me?"



The Lord replied,
"The times when you have seen only one set of footprints in the sand,
is when I carried you."


~ Mary Stevenson




Thankyou pinky ji..for such beautiful poem...read it somewhere..and remembered the jist...but could never get hold of full version... biggrin.gif


Welcome.., i am just Pinky...

"The best and the most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen,
nor touched...but are felt in the heart."


Far, very far, into the world of the farthest beyond
My hope carries me and places me
On the sweetest lap of the unknown.
There i behold my self-form
In the Dance-Delight of the Absolute



Every Night and every Morn
Some to Misery are born
Every morn and every Night
Some are born to sweet Delight
Some are born to Endless night
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post Sep 1 2007, 10:47 PM
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Sonnet - John Keats

When I have fears that I may cease to be
Before my pen has glean'd my teeming brain,
Before high-piled books, in charactery,
Hold like rich garners the full ripen'd grain;
When I behold, upon the night's starr'd face,
Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance,
And think that I may never live to trace
Their shadows, with the magic hand of chance;
And when I feel, fair creature of an hour,
That I shall never look upon thee more,
Never have relish in the faery power
Of unreflecting love;—then on the shore
Of the wide world I stand alone, and think
Till love and fame to nothingness do sink.

After silence that which comes nearest to expressing the inexpressible is music.
Aldous Huxley



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Here is a threat/promise by Neruda...

If You Forget Me

Pablo Neruda


I want you to know
one thing.

You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.

Well, now,
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.

If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.

If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
and you decide
to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
remember
that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.

But
if each day,
each hour,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah my love, ah my own,
in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
without leaving mine.




"This isn't right, this isn't even wrong."
Wolfgang Pauli (1900-1958)

"There are no facts, only interpretations."
Friedrich Nietzsche (1844-1900)

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Leisure
William Henry Davies

What is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.
No time to stand beneath the boughs
And stare as long as sheep or cows.
No time to see, when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.
No time to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars, like skies at night.
No time to turn at Beauty's glance,
And watch her feet, how they can dance.
No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began.
A poor life this if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.

After silence that which comes nearest to expressing the inexpressible is music.
Aldous Huxley



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