The first 50 years are for learning the second 50 years are for living. – awesome truth overheard by Joan Jacobs
Listen to Ed Sheeran sing Thinking Out Loud http://youtu.be/f6Cswdm601A
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poetry, quotes & thoughts about life
Archive for the category “mystery”
water ditty’s
Sit and be still
until in the time
of no rain you hear
beneath the dry wind’s
commotion in the trees
the sound of flowing
water among the rocks,
a stream unheard before,
and you are where
breathing is prayer.
VI: Sabbaths 2001 [Sit and be still] by Wendell Berry
There is only one way, aging beauties,
to go down this river,
to hear the water’s music over the rocks,
to find a loving I, Thou, Who.
I say, spring out of the boat,
jump in naked, tender,
with your ferocious heart torn open.
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Hear the Water’s Music by Tere Sievers
Listen to Keb Mo sing I’ll Be Your Water http://youtu.be/jTvsHvd0Mkk
beautiful places
Gods in the cloud and fairies in the mist
The hills in Guilin look like.
Deep as feelings and sweet as dreams
The Lijiang River ever runs.
Song of Guilin Landscape by He Jingzin
Listen to Christina Perri sing A Thousand Years http://youtu.be/q9ayN39xmsI
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I am thinking about burning
About letting a passion for life-
Not my life or your life- but Life itself
Burn away my hesitation to taste this breath
Filled with the sweet greening of summer
This breath, laden with longing and confusion.
I am thinking about burning
About the flame of desire
That insists that how I move through this day
Be more about love-making
Than about the achievement of things
Too thin to nourish my soul.
I am thinking about burning.
I am lighting a match.
I am making of myself
Kindling for the fires
Of living awake to this moment
Of letting Love have its way with me.
~Oriah House (c) 2015 “The Burning”
a poem a day
All poems are not equal
Just like grades of meat
and paper towels,
there are poems that are tough to chew on, stringy even
then there poems that melt into your mouth and soul, like velvety cream
some poems are flavored to perfection
and lots of poems with no salt
There are sturdy poems which mop up the spills of your heart
and thin poems, flimsy, ones that fall apart when you try to use them
There are poems that move and feel good in your hands
and poems that make your skin crawl when you read them.
No, all poems are not equal –
sometimes I wonder
why I like this thing called ‘poetry’ at all.
At other times I know exactly
why I have fallen so passionately
in love.
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AL
Listen to Stephen Burt at TEDx on Why We Need poetry http://www.ted.com/talks/stephen_burt_why_people_need_poetry
Listen to John Denver sing Poems, Prayers and Promises http://youtu.be/M6PEsa36SRY ❤️
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for you…
soul listening
The intellect wants a summary meaning – all well and good for the purposeful nature of the mind. But the soul craves depth of reflection, many layers of meaning, nuances without end, references and allusions and prefigurations. All these enrich the texture of an image or story and please the soul by giving it much food for rumination. – Thomas Moore
You’ll know you’ve made the right decision when there is peace in your heart. Stop listening to what the world says you should do. Start listening to your own heart. There are only a few people in this world who will stay completely true to you, and YOU should be one of them. Listen to your own voice, your own soul, too many people listen to the noise of the world, instead of themselves. Deep inside, you know what you want, let no one decide that for you. — Unknown
Where does that singing start, you know,
that thin sound—almost pure light?
Not the birds at false dawn or their song
when morning comes, feathered throats
warm with meaning. A different kind of music.
Listen, it is somewhere near you.
In the heart, emptied of fear,
stubbornly in love
with itself at last, the old
desires a ruined chorus,
a radiant bloody choir.
Where does the singing start?
Here, where you are, there’s room
between your heartbeats,
as if everything you have ever been
begins, inside, to sing.
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A Summer’s Singing by Lorna Crozier
Listen to D. H. T. sing Listen to Your Heart http://youtu.be/C4HJ0zfZ-EM
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questions that don’t go away…
Sometimes
if you move carefully
through the forest
breathing
like the ones
in the old stories
who could cross
a shimmering bed of dry leaves
without a sound,
you come
to a place
whose only task
is to trouble you
with tiny
but frightening requests
conceived out of nowhere
but in this place
beginning to lead everywhere.
requests to stop what
you are doing right now,
and
to stop what you
are becoming
while you do it,
questions
that can make
or unmake
a life,
questions
that have patiently
waited for you,
questions that have no right
to go away.
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Sometimes by David Whyte
Listen to Norah Jones sing Things You Don’t Have to Do http://youtu.be/mdyQCRgtDhM
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between the lines
When did you last stand
still enough to hear?
The words whose
meaning lie
hidden amongst
the spaces in between.
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by Nic Askew
Listen to “Fragrance” (Live Acoustic Performance) – Mark & Sarah Tillman http://youtu.be/gqGp1xvfZB8
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it is the duty and calling of an artist to speak their truth – unknown
Listen to Sara Barelleis sing Vegas http://youtu.be/HOHK2sXoIVw
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seeking like a man with his hair on fire…(Joseph Campbell advice)
Listen to Mumford and Sons sing I Will Wait for You http://youtu.be/R5HO-X_fR7o
hearing
Now I understand that there are two melodies playing,
one below the other, one easier to hear, the other
lower, steady, perhaps more faithful for being less heard
yet always present.
When all other things seem lively and real,
this one fades. Yet the notes of it
touch as gently as fingertips, as the sound
of the names laid over each child at birth.
I want to stay in that music without striving or cover.
If the truth of our lives is what it is playing,
the telling is so soft
that this mortal time, this irrevocable change,
becomes beautiful. I stop and stop again
to hear the second music.
I hear the children in the yard, a train, then birds.
All this is in it and will be gone. I set my ear to it as I would to a heart.
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The Second Music by Annie Lighthart
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In every instant, two gates.
One opens to fragrant paradise, one to hell.
Mostly we go through neither.
Mostly we nod to our neighbor,
lean down to pick up the paper,
go back into the house.
But the faint cries—ecstasy? horror?
Or did you think it the sound
of distant bees,
making only the thick honey of this good life?
Listen to Norah Jones sing One Flight Down http://youtu.be/56RJ0AKtpv0
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