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I can see that the story might have some relation to the previous couple of posts, but am not sure it is best placed on this thread is it, which seems to be more about members posting up poems of others or their own that have spirit/soul relevance and then one's/others' reactions to that? Unless I am being too prescriptive of course - it's just that otherwise the titles of threads and their contents might lose their meaning, that is all I was thinking ....
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Location: The Heart of Space | Hi to y'all: My take on this Ophi is somewhat in line with your view.....I want to come here and be enraptured by poetry......not Internet stories of dubious validity and false moral value. Random acts of kindness will not save us. A united act of benevolence towards our Mother, which is this planet, might buy us a little more time than we have after our path of destruction. I think that here, in this thread, we should rejoice in our finest moments, as it took a whole hell of a lot to create this planet and us, and we have managed to destroy it in virtual seconds. Think about it very seriously for a moment, the dinosaurs were here for 60 MILLION years; humans (who are far superior in intellect to dinosaurs) will not get any where near the dinosaurs reign. Sadly in Peace, (I add Paul's "everlasting"
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Thanks for reply Marty. Yes having thought about it and looked back over the thread, I do not want to be objectionable, but I think the Tale of the Brick post would be better placed elsewhere.
Aquarius - would you like to delete or move it elsewhere or would you prefer me to ?
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Location: United Kingdom | Dear Ophiucus, Thank you for drawing my attention to 'Tale of the Brick' being out of place in this thread. It was prose for the soul and not poetry. I merely posted it here because it related so well to the things Paul had said in response to the poem 'The Race Of Life'. I am glad to see that you've removed the prose item already. I have something else for you which I hope you enjoy and have no objections against in this thread. With love - Aquarius * * * P.S. I hope you find my new thread acceptable.
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Location: United Kingdom | Little Gifts
‘Friendship isn’t a big thing,
It’s a million little things.’
Anon.
It’s the little gifts of friendship
That always mean so much.
The little notes, the frequent calls
That keep good friends in touch.
It’s the quiet understanding,
The laughter meant for two,
The little deeds of thoughtfulness
Good friends so often do.
It’s the little gifts of friendship,
The kind and caring ways,
The sharing that adds special cheer
To ordinary days.
And what a world of happiness
These little gifts can bring,
For they start a lasting treasury
Of fond remembering.
Catherine Drummond
From ‘Words & Prayers For Friendship Healing’
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Please see my comment on your 'Prose of the Soul' thread
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Location: United Kingdom | Did I hear 'Brick' hereabouts?
There is a very old British genteel expression that if someone is a 'brick', they are generally a 'good sort', and a 'well respected chap', hence the funny part of this very old joke, which without that knowledge, would be completely misunderstood:
"so your honour I simply said to Carruthers that
'you my fellow are an absolute brick'
when he picked himself up and threw himself at me" !!
[and in use here 'brick' is not to be confused with any Cockney rhyming slang]
ps, I have never sought wealth, quite the opposite, only wanted to help people, hence my bafflement at my current immobilising distress ...
pps, back to 'brick', or even, unhalfbricking.
who can identify those albums from the 70s? [vinyl only, there's a clue; please mention if you had to use Google to answer .....] |
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Location: United Kingdom | Going back to the old Nothing/Everything days (how we miss you NE..!)
What Is
Is not
All Is
Yet Nothing Is
So what is What
That which Is?
All, or Nothing?
Or Everything
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Location: United Kingdom | The Power Of A Kind Word
Drop a pebble into the water. Just a splash and it is gone,
While half-a-hundred ripples are circling on and on and on,
Spreading, spreading from the centre, flowing out to sea,
There is no way of telling where the end will ever be.
It’s the same with words of kindness. Just a flash and they are gone,
But half-a-hundred ripples will keep circling on and on and on,
Bringing hope and joy and comfort on each splashing, dashing wave,
Till you can’t believe the volume of the one kind word you gave.
Drop a word of cheer and kindness. In a minute you forget,
But the gladness and joy you are giving will keep on circling yet.
You may have sent a wave of comfort, whose sweet music can be heard
Over miles and miles of water, by the power of one kind word.
James W. Foley
Edited by Aquarius
From ‘Words Of Wisdom For Friendship Healing’
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Location: United Kingdom | The Rosebud
Even the tiniest rosebud
Is a flower of God’s design,
And I cannot unfold its petals
With these earthly hands of mine.
The secret of unfolding flowers
Is not known to such as I.
But God opens all flowers easily,
Whereas in my hands they merely die.
If I cannot unfold a rosebud,
Or anything else of God’s design,
Then how can I have the wisdom
Of knowing this life of mine?
That’s why I trust God to lead me,
Each moment of every day,
And look for His/Her guidance
On every step of my way.
The path that lies before me,
You alone, Great Father/Mother, knows.
In You I trust to unfold each moment,
Just as You do with the rose.
Anon.
Edited by Aquarius
From ‘Words & Prayers For Peace, Comfort & Healing’
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Location: United Kingdom | Dear Friends
Tonight being for the Scots and for loyal songsters everywhere, Burnsnight, that is, the celebration of the birthday of Robert Burns (25 January 1759 – 21 July 1796), the national poet of the Scots and one of the greatest poets to come out of these islands of the Blessed I thought it fitting to place a reminder of him here on this thread: certainly all his poems - many of which were writen as songs - are poems of the soul in one way or another.
From being the hard working rural 'Ploughman Poet' in his early years, Burns' day job went on to be as an excise man, which probably gave him ample opportunity to enjoy his other favourite activities ... indeed it is said he died at a tragically young age of 37, largely as a consequence of 'being Robert Burns'
For any who might not know, Rabbie (as he is fondly known) authored 'Auld Lang Syne', so we unconsciously celebrate his words every year at its' turning; and (coincidentally given Aquarius's post above), one of his famous other songs is the one that goes 'My Love is like a red, red rose, that's newly sprung in June; my love is like a melody, that's sweetly played in tune .... [etc].
Others of his works are micro observations of every day life and nature, as in, 'To a mouse': 'aye wee sleekit timorous beastie...' some written in what he referred to as the Scots dialect.
One of his longest, dramatic, and spooky works is his, 'Ballad of Tam O'Shanter', about an errant Tam wandering home on his horse late one night, who espies a coven of witches dancing in the moonlight, for one of whose scantily clad party he cannot resist shouting words of drunken appreciation, for which he is given ungrateful chase by the coven across the dark moorland late at night .... does he escape? Well you would have to read it to discover, no spoilers!
Rabbie once described himself as "an Aeolian harp strung to every wind of heaven"
So this evening, in honour of the Baird, we celebrate by a toast of Usquebagh (ideally Scots whiskey or otherwise whatever else tickles your fancy or on which you can lay your hands ... I suppose Ayahuasca will do if you are reading this in Ecuador and have nothing else close by ..... ), then bring in the Haggis, to the sound of melodious pipes -
And bless each other by saying: 'Lang may yer lum reek'
Slange var
Paul
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Location: The Heart of Space | Hello all: Cookin' up a Hall's Haggis (finest Scottish recipes since 1932)-quite illegal in the US-I hope the Haggis police don't find out..........they couldn't come for me anyway.....it snowed 3 1/2 feet and we are still digging out. Happy Birthday Rabbie! Marty
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Location: United Kingdom | Marty - a good Haggis should see you through the winter ...
In summer a harvest moon to guide you
in winter deep snows to protect you
when useless things do not hang in your mind
every season is a good season for you
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Location: United Kingdom | Plea To My Spirit And Soul
Oh, my spirit and soul,
Where are you and what are you made of?
Being invisible and incomprehensible,
Do you belong to the Divine part of me?
Whenever my eyes gaze upon
The beauty and wonder of God’s Creation
And I feel the loving embrace of the Sun,
I am in touch with you.
My inner ears listen and
There’s no doubt in my mind
That you are there.
Although my earthly eyes
Still fail to see you,
There’s no doubt in my heart.
Intangible as you are,
You are not understood by the masses.
You can neither be weighed nor measured,
But when I close my eyes in disgust over something
And when I am frightened and I cover my ears,
Deep within I feel your presence and reassurance
That guides and protects me
By day and by night.
Only a fool would deny your existence.
And yet, to this day many choose
To ignore your callings that come to
Us earthlings from deep within
The very core of our own being.
If only you could be seen and heard
And were shouting, at least sometimes,
As a loud voice in the marketplace,
People would listen to your pleas
And do their best to bring a more peaceful
World into being by becoming
More peaceful, kind and loving themselves.
Oh, my spirit and soul . . .
Recommended Reading:
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Location: United Kingdom | The Impossible Dream
To dream the impossible dream.
To fight the unbeatable foe.
To bear with unbearable sorrow.
To run where the brave dare not go.
To right the unrightable wrong.
To love pure and chaste from afar.
To try when your arms are too weary –
To reach the unreachable Star.
This is my quest:
To follow that star.
No matter how hopeless, no matter how far.
To fight for the right, without question or pause.
To be willing to march into hell, for a heavenly cause.
And I know, if I’ll only be true to this glorious quest,
That my heart will be peaceful and calm,
When I’m laid to my rest.
And the world will be better for this.
That one man [soul],
Scorned and covered with scars,
Still strove, with his last ounce of courage –
To reach the unreachable star.
From ‘The Man of La Mancha’ (Don Quixote)
Joe Darion and Mitch Leigh
Presented in
‘My Interpretation Of The Sun In Scorpio’
Recommended Viewing:
‘The Impossible Dream’
Dedicated to all Sun Scorpios.
Read the words of the poem, watch the video
and you will know why.
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Location: United Kingdom | The Long And Winding Road
On the long and winding road
Through life there is many a time
When decisions have to be made,
Choices are hard to come by,
Solutions scarce and constant downpours
Are threatening to ruin our parade.
When that happens,
Putting the matter in the hands of our Creator
Is the best we can do.
Then let go and move cautiously forwards,
Whilst praying for courage and strength.
Wise ones hand the lead
To the wise one, the living God within,
To guide us into a new dawn.
With His/Her help a way will always be found.
And although it’s true that the
Process of changing oneself and one’s life
Can be exceedingly tough,
Wise ones concentrate on the many good things
That will surely be waiting for them,
If only they remain steadfast and patiently
Wait for things to develop.
For wise ones that’s not too hard because
They know that round the very next bend of the road
Adventures could be waiting for them
That they would not have dared to imagine,
Even in our wildest dreams.
They dare to challenge the status quo
And refuse to run with the herd,
Because they know that in this way
Hopes and wishes may come true
And new friendships be made,
In ways that are impossible to imagine now.
Wise ones know of the many options life
Is constantly offers to those who dare accept
Its invitation to the dance of finding
Different ways of growing and expanding their
Inner vision to places they never knew existed and
Exploring things that nobody ever did before.
They dream of travelling to fabulous faraway worlds
And visiting wondrous places where they will find
Warmth and affection, loving and caring
From beings who may have been waiting for them
For a long, long time.
Maybe they will listen with interest
To experiences and feelings wise ones have to share.
In the midst of these beings they may find someone
Who supports them in all they do
And believes in them and the decisions they make,
Because they know that they are the right things
For them to do at that particular time,
Even though these things may
May be no good for anyone else.
Therefore, one foot in front of the other,
Wise ones take life one step and one day at a time,
Confident that a brighter tomorrow is sure to come,
As long as they trust and follow their inner guidance,
Refusing to look back because they know
That this is not the way for any of us to go.
Anon.
Edited by Aquarius
From ‘Words Of Wisdom & Healing From The Tree Of Life’
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Location: United Kingdom | Dear Aquarius
I like Paul McCartney's version:
"The Long And Winding Road"
The long and winding road that leads to your door
Will never disappear
I've seen that road before it always leads me here
Leads me to your door
The wild and windy night that the rain washed away
Has left a pool of tears crying for the day
Why leave me standing here, let me know the way
Many times I've been alone and many times I've cried
Anyway you'll never know the many ways I've tried
And still they lead me back to the long and winding road
You left me standing here a long, long time ago
Don't leave me waiting here, lead me to you door
But still they lead me back to the long and winding road
You left me standing here a long, long time ago
Don't keep me waiting here (Don't keep me wait), lead me to you door
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Somehow captures one of the nature's of mystic-hood ...
As for don Quixote, wonder if you remember in those old days of the Board, oft in correspondance with Lori, I used to refer to myself in that vein? Identify with his fighting doomed battles and tilting at windmills that are not dragons really ...
Yours truly
Don Quixote de la Mancha, etc etc ...[ we can be who we want to be in our dreams]
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Location: United Kingdom | Thank you, Paul, for drawing my attention to John Lennon & Paul McCartney's version of The Long And Winding Road. It is so beautiful that is worthy of being included in my collection.
With love - Aquarius * * *
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Location: United Kingdom | Dear Aquarius
Great, thanks, it is my privilege to be able to contribute ....
Though that song is even sadder than otherwise as it is on their last Beatles album together.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cWpRY0flS2U
Though too, as my old English teacher Mr Davey used to say,
"...all the best songs are sad..."
And as Ian Anderson aka Jethro Tull brilliantly penned,
"Life's a long song
And the tune ends too soon for us all"
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i4HXNESjlJ4
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Location: United Kingdom | Paul Joseph - 2/7/2016 3:40 PM . . . all the best songs are sad. . . I share that view entirely! To me, they are. With love - Aquarius * * *
Edited by Aquarius 2/8/2016 7:26 AM
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Location: United Kingdom | The following is my presentation of The Long And Winding Road
The long and winding road
That leads to your door
Will never disappear.
I’ve seen that road before,
It always leads me here.
Lead me to your door.
The wild and windy night
That the rain washed away
Has left a pool of tears,
Crying for the day.
Why leave me standing here?
Let me know the way.
Many times I’ve been alone
And many times I’ve cried.
Anyway you’ll never know
The many ways I’ve tried.
But still they lead me back
To the long winding road.
You left me standing here
A long, long time ago.
Don’t leave me waiting here.
Lead me to your door.
John Lennon & Paul McCartney
Recommended Viewing:
‘The Long And Winding Road’
From ‘Words Of Hope & Encouragement’
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Location: United Kingdom | A Message Of Love
A flake of snow in flurry thro’ the air
Had landed like a kiss upon my cheek,
A secret message, just for me to share.
To take to heart but never dare to speak
About or presuppose to other eyes
Your open feelings – distant though they are.
And so, upon your lips, my own surprise,
A flake of snow returned from me afar.
Mark R. Slaughter
From ‘Words of Wisdom For The Seasons Of The Year’
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Going back to the origin of this thread in NothingEverything's first post, I am not sure what new is being added at this point to the discussion element, so am freezing it.
There has become some obfuscation elsewhere between what might be 'poetry' and what might be 'prose', so think it might be better and clearer to begin again.
Blessings
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I was asked privately to reconsider freezing this thread as it would be a shame to discontinue the spiritual reflections that it evokes. Happy to oblige, and am reinstating it herewith. My concern was mainly to help us keep focused!
Thread unfrozen
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