Puppy’s Love, From Rhapsodysinger

The little puppy licked my face

And wiped away all traces of anger.

Every resentment I had nurtured

Against life, against the world, against destiny,

Disappeared with each loving lick.

It was like the cleaning of a blackboard

That had been dirtied by too many marks.

 

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The reason a dog has so many friends is that he wags his tail instead of his tongue.

- Anonymous

( from Lectio Divina, or daily readings )

 

Need a friend? What are you waiting for? Get a puppy and watch your life fill up with love, affection and companionship.

Sunrise in Your Heart

Behold the rising sun

Its red and orange streaks

Gradually spreading over the sky

Like a gigantic catherine’s wheel

Slowly emitting multi-colored lights.

Let your eyes capture the sun

In all its morning grandeur.

Shut them quickly.

Take in the fresh morning air

Let that smile beautify your face even more

Now perceive the sun’s brightness

Radiating from your heart and spread

To all your limbs.

Feel one with Nature

Experience this cosmic grandeur

Can you feel peace imploding within you?

 

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I stood upon the hills, when heaven’s wide arch
Was glorious with the sun’s returning march,
And woods were brightened, and soft gales
Went forth to kiss the sun-clad vales.
The clouds were far beneath me; bathed in light,
They gathered mid-way round the wooded height,
And, in their fading glory, shone
Like hosts in battle overthrown.
As many a pinnacle, with shifting glance.
Through the gray mist thrust up its shattered lance,
And rocking on the cliff was left
The dark pine blasted, bare, and cleft.
The veil of cloud was lifted, and below
Glowed the rich valley, and the river’s flow
Was darkened by the forest’s shade,
Or glistened in the white cascade;
Where upward, in the mellow blush of day,
The noisy bittern wheeled his spiral way.

I heard the distant waters dash,
I saw the current whirl and flash,
And richly, by the blue lake’s silver beach,
The woods were bending with a silent reach.
Then o’er the vale, with gentle swell,
The music of the village bell
Came sweetly to the echo-giving hills;
And the wild horn, whose voice the woodland fills,
Was ringing to the merry shout,
That faint and far the glen sent out,
Where, answering to the sudden shot, thin smoke,
Through thick-leaved branches, from the dingle broke.

If thou art worn and hard beset
With sorrows, that thou wouldst forget,
If thou wouldst read a lesson, that will keep
Thy heart from fainting and thy soul from sleep,
Go to the woods and hills! No tears
Dim the sweet look that Nature wears.

- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Sunrise on the Hills

A Conversation

I am great, said the leaf to the caterpillar

Really? Said the caterpillar in mock belief

You are just a tiny part of a big tree,

How can you be great? Scorned the caterpillar.

Yes, I am, asserted the leaf again-

Or why would the sunshine come down to kiss me,

Or dewdrops gather at night to caress me

Or the winds move swiftly over me in a prolonged tickle

And the rain showers carry The Almighty’s blessings to me?

 

 

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The best remedy for those who are afraid, lonely or unhappy is to go outside, somewhere where they can be quiet, alone with the heavens, nature and God. Because only then does one feel that all is as it should be and that God wishes to see people happy, amidst the simple beauty of nature. As long as this exists, and it certainly always will, I know that then there will always be comfort for every sorrow, whatever the circumstances may be. And I firmly believe that nature brings solace in all troubles.

- Anne Frank

Joy of Being Alive

The tiny gull

With feathers white

And a black heart shaped spot

On its back

Hopped and pranced

On the rooftop.

Its small yellow beak

Was turned up to the sky

While it performed its carefree dance.

Its song made the air gay

And sent out echoes of freedom

The leaves of the surrounding trees

Rustled in encore.

Then it flew away

To spread its joy elsewhere

But left a message for you and me -

Dance tonight, it chirped

For, tomorrow we might not see

But today is enough for thee

To be fully alive,

To feel the throb of beauty

And reciprocate with a beating heart

 

I must down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,
And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by,
And the wheel’s kick, and the wind’s song and the white sail’s shaking,
And a gray mist on the sea’s face, and a grey dawn breaking.
I must down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide
Is a wild call and a clear call which may not be denied.
And all I ask is a windy day with white clouds flying,
And flung spray and blown spume, and the seagulls crying.
I must down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life,
To the gull’s way, and the whale’s way, where the wind’s like a whetted knife.
And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow rover,
And a quite sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick’s over.

- John Masefield

Sea Fever

 

 

 

 

 

 

Gift Your Laughter

The lone bright star winked at me

Once, twice, oh so many more times.

I laughed with joy at its twinkling eyes

It threw down its starry beam towards me

The thin but bright beam picked up my laughter

To take it to its parent star.

 

In return, I received, the very next eve

A gift so beautiful, so priceless

That it shone from my heart and face

The starry beam returned to me

Just as the moon was rising

And whispered in my ear:

Wink at life,

And be happy always

Shine, even if darkness surrounds you

Love yourself and everyone around you

And life will be as beautiful as your laughter.

 

 

Whatever road I take, the guiding star is within me; the guiding star and the loadstone which point the way. They point in but one direction. They point to me.

– Ayn Rand

Anthem

Make Light Your Heart

I was writing an exam

But the crow was a nuisance

It sat on the window sill

And cawed its heart out.

The teacher tried to shoo it away

It fled momentarily

But returned to hold its sway

On the window sill

Outside the exam hall.

I got angry at its disturbance

Then tried to ignore it.

But the cawing was insistent

Then the teacher said-

Think of it as the crow’s way of helping you

Its voice it can’t help

It can only say what it can

Therefore it caws

To ease your stress.

Her words at first seemed a joke

But as the cawing fell repeatedly on my ears

My heart suddenly found connection with it

The strain of exam disappeared

It was nature’s music making my soul purer and lighter.

 

 

 

 

A carrion crow sat on an oak,
Sing heigh ho, the carrion crow,
Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding ho,
Watching a tailor shape his coat.
Sing heigh ho, the carrion crow,
Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding ho.Wife, bring me my old bent bow,
Sing heigh ho, the carrion crow,
Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding ho,
That I may shoot yon carrion crow.
Sing heigh ho, the carrion crow,
Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding ho.The tailor he shot and missed his mark,
Sing heigh ho, the carrion crow,
Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding ho,
And shot his own sow right through the heart.
Sing heigh ho, the carrion crow,
Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding ho.

-A Carrion Crow Sat on an Oak

Smile with Nature

The flower hid within it a smile; so honeyed and innocent,

It blushed at the bumbling bee that tried to alight on it.

It sang a song with its sister-flowers and rejoiced with the laughing stream,

It shared some of its happiness with me, and bid me invite you do the same.

 

“Keep love in your heart. A life without it is like a sunless garden

when the flowers are dead.”

– Oscar Wilde

Music in Nature

The winds rushed by.

I stood on the balcony high up above the ground, circled by lush trees watching it’s tearing hurry.

Perhaps it wanted to take the trees along with it; it blew with such force upon them.

The trees bent low as if begging the earth for assistance against Nature’s flying fury.

The wind gods took mercy and calmed the trees with gentle, breezy music.

 

The music in the air stirred the strings of my heart till I felt One with nature.

 

 

 

 

My soul is awakened, my spirit is soaring,
And carried aloft on the wings of the breeze;
For, above, and around me, the wild wind is roaring
Arousing to rapture the earth and the seas.

– Anne Bronte

Lines Composed in a Wood on a Windy Day

 

 

Love Yourself

Showers of abundant love poured on me as I walked out into the rain. The droplets of clear water rolling down my face and arms seemed blessings sent by a Higher Power. Their sapidity enveloped me in a peace I had not known before.

All nature seemed out to hug me, to touch me, to cover me with it’s affection.I felt beautiful just like this birdie here.

 

“The quality of mercy is not strain’d, It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven upon the place beneath. It is twice blest, It blesseth him that gives, and him that takes . . .”

- William Shakespeare

The Merchant of Venice

Soothe Your Soul

 

It was dark as night at 9 a.m. in that tiny tropical village atop the plateau. I opened the door to see the gathering of clouds hanging low in the sky, as if each mushroom of dark vapour was vying with the other to reach out to the earth first.

It seemed the rain-heavy nebulous guests had come to greet the earthlings with a message of Beauty and Love. My soul was soothed as I looked up in joy to see the first drops crossing the expanse to kiss the earth.

 

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Slate-coloured clouds with ragged fringes are drifting slowly overhead. Between them one has a glimpse of higher clouds of a lighter gray. I can hear the gentle swish of the rain striking a clearer note on the gravel path and a duller among the leaves. Sometimes it falls straight and heavy, till the air is full of the delicate gray shading, and for half a foot above the ground there is a haze from the rebound of a million tiny globules.

– Sir Arthur Conan Doyle

The Stark Munro Letters