THE PUREST PLACE IN YOUR HEART

“If you’re feeling frightened
about what comes next, don’t be.
Embrace the uncertainty.
Allow it to lead you places.

Be brave as it challenges you to exercise
both your heart and your mind as you create
your own path toward happiness;
don’t waste time with regret.

Spin wildly into your next action.
Enjoy the present, each moment,
as it comes,
because you’ll never get
another one quite like it.

And if you should ever look up
and find yourself lost,
simply take a breath and start over.

Retrace your steps and go back
to the purest place in your heart…
where your hope lives.
You’ll find your way again.”

~Everwood
From Trust Your Journey

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ONE DAY AT A TIME

Our lives are made up
of a million moments,
spent in a million different ways. 


Some are spent searching
for 
love, peace, and harmony.
Others are spent surviving
day by day.

But there is no greater moment
than when we find that life,
with all it's joys and sorrows, 

is meant to be lived
one day at a time. 


It's in this knowledge
that we discover
the most wonderful truth of all.

Whether we live in a forty-room mansion, 

surrounded by servants and wealth,
or find it a struggle to manage 

the rent month to month,
we have it within our power
to be fully satisfied
and live a life with true meaning.

One day at a time -
we have that ability, 

through cherishing each moment 

and rejoicing in each dream. 


We can experience each day anew,
and with this fresh start
we have 
what it takes to make
all our dreams come true.

Each day is new,
and living one day at a time
enables us to truly enjoy
life and live it to the fullest.

~Anon



Source:www.inspirationline dot com



"THE WORLD OF THE WAGLASS"

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There's a darkness. There's light.
There's a light. There's hope.
There's hope. There's a future.
There's a future. I can live.

Because there is darkness, there is light
Because there is light, there is hope
Because there is hope, there is the future
Because there is the future, I can live

I'm
The heart of the sum in the future
To the world.
I'm trying to tell you.
It's nice to meet you.

~ Manchu Yokota ~
Japanese writer

LIFE! FEARS! LAUGHTER AND TEARS

~•✿•~ ~•✿•~

I want a life full of wonder
Not live just to ponder
I want to laugh with happy tears 

Not drown my life in beers.

I want total indulgence in life
Not a life indulging in strife
I want fearless satisfaction
Not fears driving me to distraction.

I want love for construction
Not reasons for destruction
I want sincerity from the start
Not pain that tears me apart.

I want to steal your innocent heart
Not tear your innocence apart
I want to release your spirit soul
Not squeeze it into a black hole.

~Shadowlands
July 13 2017

ON THE VOICE OF THE SILENCE

~•✿•~ ~•✿•~

By Yesu Ben

Before the sun can penetrate your veil
to make of thee a white winged angel free,
you must, Lanoo, peel off your guise, your jail
and slay your mortal lunar self and flee.

For to possess your soul, fight Self and flesh,
twins, and yet one must perforce disappear

and in the struggle, must taste pain and thresh
‘til sense and person cease to interfere.

Till snake and serpent rise above the head

and unify the Spirit and the man,
till every drop of his blood has been shed

and he becomes himself the Path he scans,

Till then he cannot be a god of air
for true gods don’t a shroud or mantle wear.

(12 August 2017)

Written by Benigno Dela Cruz

BEAUTY

~•✿•~ ~•✿•~

It is when beauty arrives,
To wake us up and come alive,
Guide our eyes to the sky,
To look within and we will shine.

Keep the flame of hope burning bright,
To see our inner light come to life,
And then the winds blow and we begin to breathe,
To hold that moment that never leaves.

Seek the beauty within the world,
Grasp the life we hold deep inside,
Embrace everything from our soul,
Until we reflect the light from our eyes.

The light gives life to the colours of change,
Blending into one that remain the same,
Adorning the blue stained sky,
Dreams reign high while clouds entwine.

And the depths of the ocean below,
Reflects our tears through rain and snow,
Crystallised in the blink of our eyes,
A momentary glimmer of the radiant light.

Stars awaken as we look above,
And pain slowly fades to love,
Reawakened as we morph to dust,
And dissolve in all that is and ever was.

We reveal of what is inside,
Within the lineaments of our soul,
A beauty mirrored from our eyes,
It is a teardrop filled with the world.

Beauty is the essence of the heart,
As love is expressed into an art,
A light that is born that guides us home,
A dream that dawns of all we've known.

A birth into the unborn again,
A commencing where all become still,
A starting where we stopped to rest,
A momentary time that we fulfill.

©Patrick Graven
FB

DON'T BREAK A BIRD's WINGS

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Don’t break a bird’s wings and then tell it to fly.
Don’t break a heart and then tell it to love.
Don’t break a soul and then tell it to be happy.
Don’t see the worst in a person
and expect them to see the best in you.
Don’t judge people and expect them to stand by your side.
Don’t play with fire and expect to stay perfectly safe.

Life is about giving and taking.
You cannot expect to give bad and receive good.
You cannot expect to give hate and receive love.
So if you’re willing to see positive change in your life,
You must be willing to be that change itself.
~Najwa Zebian

Source: Lessons Learned in Life

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"A LOT LIKE HEAVEN"

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"Long, long ago I learned to love those rolling hills and open plains.
To me it’s heaven.
There, if the sun is shinin’ down or if the dark clouds send the rain,
It’s still like heaven.
To me it's heaven.

Here comes the prairie sun.
It’s morning!
I wake and give the world this warnin’,
I’m mighty glad that I was born in
A land that’s close to heaven.

All through the day the plains I’m roamin’.
My heart has nowhere to be homin’.
I make my camp at twilight’s gloamin’
And there I’m close to heaven."

By Bob Nolan

Source: From the painting of Tom Cox Fine Arts

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ON THE DAY I DIE

~•✿•~ ~•✿•~

On the day I die a lot will happen.
A lot will change.
The world will be busy.
On the day I die, all the important appointments I made
will be left unattended.
The many plans I had yet to complete
will remain forever undone.
The calendar that ruled so many of my days
will now be irrelevant to me.
All the material things I so chased and guarded and treasured
will be left in the hands of others to care for or to discard.

The words of my critics which so burdened me
will cease to sting or capture anymore.
They will be unable to touch me.
The arguments I believed I’d won here will not serve me
or bring me any satisfaction or solace.

All my noisy incoming notifications and texts and calls
will go unanswered.
Their great urgency will be quieted.

My many nagging regrets will all be resigned to the past,
where they should have always been anyway.
Every superficial worry about my body that I ever labored over;
about my waistline or hairline or frown lines, will fade away.

My carefully crafted image,
the one I worked so hard to shape for others here,
will be left to them to complete anyway.
The sterling reputation I once struggled so greatly to maintain
will be of little concern for me anymore.

All the small and large anxieties that stole sleep from me each night
will be rendered powerless.
The deep and towering mysteries about life and death
that so consumed my mind will finally be clarified
in a way that they could never be before while I lived.
These things will certainly all be true on the day that I die.

Yet for as much as will happen on that day,
one more thing that will happen.
On the day I die, the few people who really know
and truly love me will grieve deeply.

They will feel a void.

They will feel cheated.

They will not feel ready.
They will feel as though a part of them has died as well.

And on that day, more than anything in the world
they will want more time with me.
I know this from those I love and grieve over.

And so knowing this, while I am still alive
I’ll try to remember that my time with them is finite
and fleeting and so very precious—
and I’ll do my best not to waste a second of it.

I’ll try not to squander a priceless moment worrying about
all the other things that will happen on the day I die,
because many of those things
are either not my concern or beyond my control.

Friends, those other things have an insidious way
of keeping you from living even as you live;
vying for your attention, competing for your affections.
They rob you of the joy of this unrepeatable, uncontainable, ever-evaporating
Now with those who love you and want only to share it with you.

Don’t miss the chance to dance with them while you can.

It’s easy to waste so much daylight in the days before you die.

Don’t let your life be stolen every day by all that you believe matters,
because on the day you die, much of it simply won’t.

Yes, you and I will die one day.
But before that day comes: let us live..

~ John Pavlovitz

Source: Lessons Learned in Life
April 20, 2017

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CHEERFUL THOUGHTS LIGHTEN DARKEST FEARS

~•✿•~ ~•✿•~

Cheerful thoughts like sunbeams
Lighten up the "darkest fears,
"
For when the heart is happy,

There's just no time for tears. 


And when the face is smiling,
It's impossible to frown,
And when you are "high-spirited,
"
You cannot feel "low-down."

For the nature of our attitude
Toward circumstantial things,

Determines our acceptance
Of the problems that life brings.

And since fear and dread and worry
Cannot help in any way,

It's much healthier and happier
To be cheerful every day.

And if you'll only try it
You will find, without a doubt,

A cheerful attitude's something
No one should be without.

For when the heart is cheerful,

It cannot be filled with fear,
And without fear, the way ahead,
Seems more distinct and clear.

Helen Steiner Rice (1900-1981
www.HelenSteinerRice.com

Source: www.Inspiration Line.com

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I AM PEACEFUL

~•✿•~ ~•✿•~

Be still, and create a relaxing space 

to move into the silent place within yourself.

Breathe deeply for several minutes to allow yourself

to connect with your inner source of power.

Once calm you'll more easily connect to your holy observer.

It's the private residence of your Soul.

Your spirit adores truthfulness, 
and in quietude
you can seek out and unearth your truth.

If you're struggling, 
go into it until
you find the cause, so it can be healed.

Move beyond the flurry and prattle of life

into sweet serenity, and submit to stillness.

Let go of the lure to indulge 
in
feelings of stress, urgency, and crisis.

Your vibration is uplifted in silence,
so seek solitude regularly

to listen to the voice of your highest self
and awaken your 
divine insight;
this harmony gives birth to profound tranquility.


~By Michelle Mullady

Source: Inspiration Line dot com

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SENSING LIFE

"I know the smell of happiness.
It smells of coffee, fresh made bread, and tea.
I know the sound of joy,
It sounds like baby song, leaves tinkling in trees
and the laughter of those I love
I see the colors of Love...
seething deep reds, strong blues,
and the slanting rainbow hues
I feel the touch of caring,
feeling velvety soft, crisp cool, yet warm
light and feathery gentle.
I hear the song of kindness
wistful, soulful, lilting soothing hymn.
I know the dreams within and out again
flowing, growing bright to dim.
Melting solitude, on my journey...
spiraling out to simply being me."

Source: I Love My Family

TRANQUILITY WILL RETURN

sometimes water rages,
and sometimes it's calm.

sometimes it’s still,
and you can frolic in its tranquil pools,
but sometimes it’s swift,
will crash you into rocks,
and will carry you far off course.

when the water is serene
and you see your reflection,
you know it’s not truly you;
it’s simply a projection.

so when the water becomes turbulent and cloudy,
don't think it’s confusion defines you,
it will continue to flow,
no matter how hard you struggle or resist.

don't get swept away by stormy waters,
they sink otherwise perfect ships.
use mindfulness as your anchor
to weather the storm
and keep yourself afloat.

tread water if you must,
but if you flail and thrash about,
you’ll tire quickly and will soon wear out.

vex not —
remain, centred, placid and calm,
while the torrent crashes around you.

troubled waters settle.
tranquility will return.

Brian Thompson

Source: Zen Thinking dot net

SHE WHO LOVES THE BEACH

No words can express,
The depth of her contentment,
As she walks along the beach.
As the waves lap against the shores,
They create the rhythm of her life.
Balmy breezes kiss,
Her sun-bronzed skin,
And she wonders..
Could there ever be a greater destiny,
Than to be born with a love,
For the treasures of the sea?
Here, she is home.

-Suzy Toronto

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YOU ARE YOU

You are strong. . . when you take your
grief and teach it to smile.

You are brave. . . when you overcome your
fear and help others to do the same.

You are happy. . . when you see a flower
and are thankful for the blessing.

You are loving. . . when your own pain
does not blind you to the pain of others.

You are wise. . . when you
know the limits of your wisdom.

You are true. . . when you admit
there are times you fool yourself.

You are alive. . . when tomorrow's hope means
more to you than yesterday's mistake.

You are growing. . . when you know what
you are but not what you will become.

You are free. . . when you are in control of
yourself and do not wish to control others.

You are honorable. . . when you find
your honor is to honor others.

You are generous. . . when you
can take as sweetly as you can give.

You are humble. . . when you
do not know how humble you are.

You are thoughtful. . . when you see me
just as I am and treat me just as you are.

You are merciful. . . when you forgive in
others the faults you condemn in yourself.

You are beautiful. . . when you
don't need a mirror to tell you.

You are rich. . . when you never
need more than what you have.

You are you. . . when you are
at peace with who you are not.

Source: Positive Thoughts

LIGHT FOR YOUR LIFE

Even if everyone else is not doing good,
I alone will
Even if everyone else is doing wrong,
I alone will not

It is our thoughts
that lead us into trouble
not the other people

Rely on the teacher's message,
not the personality,
Rely on meaning,
not just words,
Rely on the real meaning,
not the provisional one,
Rely on your wisdom mind,
not your ordinary judgemental mind.

We are what we think,
all that we are arises with our thoughts,
with our thoughts,
we make the world.

Just as water cools both good and bad,
and washes away all impurity and dust,
in the same way you should develop,
thought of love for friend and foe alike,
and having reached perfection in love,
you will attain enlightenment.

To be proud of what we have received
or to envy others.
for what they have will rob us of our peace of mind.

If we fail to look after others
when they need help
who will look after us?
Indifference brings indifference
lovingkindness brings lovingkindness.

If I want to succeed in guiding a human being towards a given goal,
I must find him where he is and right start there...
to help a person I must know more than he does,
but above all
I must understand what he understands.

If I tell You something, You will forget it,
If I show You something, You will remember it,
If I involve in something, You will understand it.

There are three ways to correct our faults,
we can change through BEHAVIOR,
we can change through UNDERSTANDING,
we can change from the Heart.

Our words should be carefully chosen
for people will hear them and be
influenced by them for good or for ill.

If you know anything that is hurtful and untrue,
don't say it.
If you know anything that is helpful but untrue,
don't say it.
If you know anything that is hurtful but true,
don't say it.
If you know anything that is helpful and true
find the right time.

by Sajith Ranatunga

THE HOOVES OF THE HORSES

By W.H.Ogilvie

"The hooves of the horses O' witching and sweet
Is the music earth steals from the iron-shod feet
No whisper of lover, no trilling of bird
Can stir me as hooves of the horses have stirred
They spurn disappointment and trample despair
And drown with their drum beats the challenge of care
With scarlet and silk for their banners above
They are swifter than fortune and sweeter than love
On the wings of the morning they gather and fly
In the hush of the night-time I hear them go by
The horses of memory thundering through
With flashing white fetlocks all wet with the dew
When you lay me to slumber no spot you can choose
But will ring to the rhythm of galloping shoes
And under the daisies no grave be so deep
For the hooves of the horses to sound in my sleep"

Source: Tim Cox Fine Art's
"GOOD HORSES AND WIDE OPEN SPACES."

WHEN I HAVE FEARS

by 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.
‪
Source: Old English Literature

EARTH GIFT LOVE MAN

The earth is a canvas
Nature the artist
You damage the canvas
You enrage the artist
Our lives are a gift
The choices our own
Squander the gift
Your on your own
Show compassion and love
To your fellow man
A world without love
Makes a beast out of man.

By: Shadowlands
November 14 2014

DREAM FOR WINTER

"In the winter, we shall travel in a little pink railway carriage
With blue cushions.
We shall be comfortable. A nest of mad kisses lies in wait
In each soft corner.
You will close your eyes, so as not to see, through the glass,
The evening shadows pulling faces.
Those snarling monsters, a population
Of black devils and black wolves.
Then you'll feel your cheek scratched...
A little kiss, like a crazy spider,
Will run round your neck...
And you'll say to me : "Find it !" bending your head
- And we'll take a long time to find that creature
- Which travels a lot...

By: Arthur Rimbaud
In a railway carriage, October 7, 70
- As translated by Oliver Bernard
(French poet Arthur Rimbaud died in Marseille, France, on this day in 1891, aged 37)

Source: Everyman's Library

ODE TO AUTUMN

by John Keats

Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,
Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;
Conspiring with him how to load and bless
With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eaves run;
To bend with apples the mossed cottage-trees,
And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;
To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells
With a sweet kernel; to set budding more,
And still more, later flowers for the bees,
Until they think warm days will never cease,
For Summer has o'er-brimmed their clammy cell.
Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store?
Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find
Thee sitting careless on a granary floor,
Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind;
Or on a half-reaped furrow sound asleep,
Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy hook
Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers;
And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep
Steady thy laden head across a brook;
Or by a cider-press, with patient look,
Thou watchest the last oozings, hours by hours.
Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they?
Think not of them, thou hast thy music too,---
While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day,
And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue;
Then in a wailful choir, the small gnats mourn
Among the river sallows, borne aloft
Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies;
And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn;
Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft
The redbreast whistles from a garden-croft,
And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.

Source: Everyman's Library

The Charge of the Light Brigade

Lord Alfred Tennyson, 1809 - 1892

Half a league, half a league,
Half a league onward,
All in the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
“Forward, the Light Brigade!
Charge for the guns!” he said:
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.

“Forward, the Light Brigade!”
Was there a man dismay’d?
Not tho’ the soldier knew
Some one had blunder’d:
Theirs not to make reply,
Theirs not to reason why,
Theirs but to do and die:
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.

Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon in front of them
Volley’d and thunder’d;
Storm’d at with shot and shell,
Boldly they rode and well,
Into the jaws of Death,
Into the mouth of Hell
Rode the six hundred.

Flash’d all their sabres bare,
Flash’d as they turn’d in air
Sabring the gunners there,
Charging an army, while
All the world wonder’d:
Plunged in the battery-smoke
Right thro’ the line they broke;
Cossack and Russian
Reel’d from the sabre-stroke
Shatter’d and sunder’d.
Then they rode back, but not
Not the six hundred.

Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon behind them
Volley’d and thunder’d;
Storm’d at with shot and shell,
While horse and hero fell,
They that had fought so well
Came thro’ the jaws of Death,
Back from the mouth of Hell,
All that was left of them,
Left of six hundred.

When can their glory fade?
O the wild charge they made!
All the world wonder’d.
Honor the charge they made!
Honor the Light Brigade,
Noble six hundred!

THE LAMB

Little lamb, who made thee?
Dost thou know who made thee,
Gave thee life, and bid thee feed
By the stream and o’er the mead;
Gave thee clothing of delight,
Softest clothing, woolly, bright;
Gave thee such a tender voice,
Making all the vales rejoice?
Little lamb, who made thee?
Dost thou know who made thee?

Little lamb, I’ll tell thee;
Little lamb, I’ll tell thee:
He is callèd by thy name,
For He calls Himself a Lamb.
He is meek, and He is mild,
He became a little child.
I a child, and thou a lamb,
We are callèd by His name.
Little lamb, God bless thee!
Little lamb, God bless thee!

− William Blake, 1789

LOVE and FRIENDSHIP

by Emily Brontë

Love is like the wild rose-briar,
Friendship like the holly-tree—
The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms
But which will bloom most constantly?
The wild rose-briar is sweet in spring,
Its summer blossoms scent the air;
Yet wait till winter comes again
And who will call the wild-briar fair?
Then scorn the silly rose-wreath now
And deck thee with the holly’s sheen,
That when December blights thy brow
He still may leave thy garland green.
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A celebration of friendship in all its aspects--from the delight of making a new friend to the serene joys of longtime devotion. Poems about best friends, false friends, dear friends, lost friends, even animal friends. These poems have been selected from the work of great poets in all times and places, including Emily Dickinson, W.H. Auden, Henry David Thoreau, William Shakespeare, Sappho, Robert Frost, Rudyard Kipling, Walt Whitman, and many others.

Source: Everyman's Library

ANNABEL LEE

by Edgar Allan Poe

It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of Annabel Lee;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.
I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea,
But we loved with a love that was more than love—
I and my Annabel Lee—
With a love that the wingèd seraphs of Heaven
Coveted her and me.
And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
My beautiful Annabel Lee;
So that her highborn kinsmen came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
In this kingdom by the sea.
The angels, not half so happy in Heaven,
Went envying her and me—
Yes!—that was the reason (as all men know,
In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.
But our love it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we—
Of many far wiser than we—
And neither the angels in Heaven above
Nor the demons down under the sea
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling—my darling—my life and my bride,
In her sepulchre there by the sea—
In her tomb by the sounding sea.

On this day in 1849 Edgar Allan Poe's "Annabel Lee" was published, just two days after his death. (October 11)

Source: Everyman's Library