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

Wild Mankind, Wilder Nature

The air is free

so lets kill it;

The water is free

so lets waste it;

The sunlight is free

so lets make it dangerous;

The soil is free

so lets make it poisonous;

The sky is free

so lets blacken it;

For we are the most intelligent species

on this helpless earth

Therefore, we can, we can, we can!

 

Is Nature complaining against us?

Is she crying for her losses?

I hear them not.

Nature is smarter than us

We are just a higher part of her

She has given us a free reign

Not to destroy her

But to allow us to usher in

The next evolutionary shift.

This will make her stronger,

More intelligent and powerful

Is Nature complaining?

Can you hear her?

We can’t, we can’t, we can’t!

 

 

 

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Barbarism is needed every four or five hundred years to bring the world back to life. Otherwise it would die of civilization.

- Edmund & Jules de Goncourt

quotations on Civilization

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

Leafy Benevolence

The Big Banyan tree stood in the middle of the village

With support from its many arms

Like a Grandfather among other trees.

From a distance leaves piled on leaves,

Like a gigantic umbrella against the sky

Shading the children who played beneath it

And a thousand meshed stand

To rest the birds who perched atop it.

 

It was a complete theater of love, affection, quarrels, play, both above and beneath.

 

 

 

 

The Blessed Lord said: There is a banyan tree which has its roots upward and its branches down and whose leaves are the Vedic hymns. One who knows this tree is the knower of the Vedas.

– Bhagavad Gita

Chapter 15. The Yoga of the Supreme Person