Monday, October 31, 2011

Life and living quote by Sylvia plath /Art by Gustavo Poblete

Art by Gustavo Poblete

With me, the present is forever, and forever is always shifting,
flowing, melting. This second is life. And when it is gone it is
dead.But you can't start over with each new second.
You have to judge by what is dead. It's like quicksand... hopeless
from the start.
Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

Life and living By Sylvia Plath

I want to taste and glory in each day, and never be afraid to experience pain; and never shut myself up in a numb core of nonfeeling, or stop questioning and criticizing life and take the easy way out. To learn and think: to think and live; to live and learn: this always, with new insight, new understanding, and new love.

Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

Rich and poor:How poor we are? Inspirational Story

Rich and Poor
Author Unknown

One day a father of a very wealthy family took his son on a trip
to the country with the firm purpose of showing his son how
poor people can be. They spent a couple of days and nights
on the farm of what would be considered a very poor family.
On their return from their trip, the father asked his son,
"How was the trip?"

It was great, Dad."

"Did you see how poor people can be?" the father asked.

"Oh Yeah" said the son.

"So what did you learn from the trip?" asked the father.

The son answered, "I saw that we have
one dog and they had four.
We have a pool that reaches to the middle of our garden
and theyhave a creek that has no end. We have imported
lanterns in our garden and they have the stars at night.
Our patio reachesto the front yard and they have the whole
horizon. We have a small piece of land to live on and they
have fields that go beyondour sight. We have servants who
serve us, but they serve others.
We buy our food, but they grow theirs. We have walls around
our property to protect us, they have friends to protect them."
With this, the boy's father was speechless. Then his son added,
"Thanks dad for showing me how poor we are."

Too many times we forget what we have
and concentrate on what we don't have. What is one's persons
worthless object is another's prize possession. It is all based
on one's perspective.
Makes you wonder what would happen if we all gave thanks for
all the bounty we have instead of worrying about wanting more.
Take joy in all we have, especially our friends and family.

I am by Voltaraine De Cleyre

I Am
Voltaraine De Cleyre

I am! The ages on the ages roll:
And what I am, I was, and I shall be:
by slow growth filling higher Destiny,
And Widening, ever, to the widening Goal.
I am the Stone that slept; down deep in me
That old, old sleep has left its centurine trace;
I am the plant that dreamed; and lo! still see
That dream-life dwelling on the Human Face.

I slept, I dreamed, I wakened: I am Man!
The hut grows Palaces; the depths breed light;
Still on! Forms pass; but Form yields kinglier
The singer, dying where his song began,
In Me yet lives; and yet again shall he
Unseal the lips of greater songs To Be;
For mine the thousand tongues of Immortality.

The gift by Li-Young Lee /Father poem

The Gift
Li-Young Lee

To pull the metal splinter from my palm
my father recited a story in a low voice.
I watched his lovely face and not the blade.
Before the story ended, he'd removed
the iron sliver I thought I'd die from.

I can't remember the tale,
but hear his voice still, a well
of dark water, a prayer.
And I recall his hands,
two measures of tenderness
he laid against my face,
the flames of discipline
he raised above my head.

Had you entered that afternoon
you would have thought you saw a man
planting something in a boy's palm,
a silver tear, a tiny flame.
Had you followed that boy
you would have arrived here,
where I bend over my wife's right hand.

Look how I shave her thumbnail down
so carefully she feels no pain.
Watch as I lift the splinter out.
I was seven when my father
took my hand like this,
and I did not hold that shard
between my fingers and think,
Metal that will bury me,
christen it Little Assassin,
Ore Going Deep for My Heart.
And I did not lift up my wound and cry,
Death visited here!
I did what a child does
when he's given something to keep.
I kissed my father.

Sunday, October 30, 2011

Autumn time of reflection by Mitchell Burgess

If winter is slumber and spring is birth, and summer is life,
then autumn rounds out to be reflection. It's a time of year
when the leaves are down and the harvest is in and
the perennials are gone. Mother Earth just closed up
the drapes on another year and it's time to reflect
on what's come before.
Mitchell Burgess

Hope quote

"You can either dwell and stay stuck,
or let go and feel free.
Give yourself space to fill with good feelings
about the beautiful day in front of you and the beautiful
tomorrow you are now creating."

HOW SMALL THE WORLD by Julie Redstone

Julie Redstone

How small the world, how tightly knit,
If I could hold it in my hand
I'd touch each hurt with gentle love
And kiss away each troubled frown.

I'd sit and tell this tiny world
a story made of earth and light,
That spoke of hope, and spoke of truth,
Of promises that made things right.

And while I held it in my hand
I'd hold each nation in my heart,
So each would know the gift it brings
To a tiny world of many parts.

Saturday, October 29, 2011

DIE WORTE DES GLAUBENS Von Friedrich Von Schiller/ ein inspirierendes und motivierendes Poem,

Inspirierende deutsche klassische Poesie

Friedrich Von Schiller

Drei Worte nenn ich euch, inhaltschwer,
Sie gehen von Munde zu Munde,
Doch stammen sie nicht von außen her,
Das Herz nur gibt davon Kunde,
Dem Menschen ist aller Wert geraubt,
Wenn er nicht mehr an die drei Worte glaubt.

Der Mensch ist frei geschaffen, ist frei,
Und würd er in Ketten geboren,
Laßt euch nicht irren des Pöbels Geschrei,
Nicht den Mißbrauch rasender Toren,
Vor dem Sklaven, wenn er die Kette bricht,
Vor dem freien Menschen erzittert nicht.

Und die Tugend, sie ist kein leerer Schall,
Der Mensch kann sie üben im Leben,
Und sollt er auch straucheln überall,
Er kann nach der göttlichen streben,
Und was kein Verstand der Verständigen sieht,
Das übet in Einfalt ein kindlich Gemüt.

Und ein Gott ist, ein heiliger Wille lebt,
Wie auch der menschliche wanke,
Hoch über der Zeit und dem Raume webt
Lebendig der höchste Gedanke,
Und ob alles in ewigem Wechsel kreist,
Es beharret im Wechsel ein ruhiger Geist.

Die drei Worte bewahret euch, inhaltschwer,
Sie pflanzet von Munde zu Munde,
Und stammen sie gleich nicht von außen her,
Euer Innres gibt davon Kunde,
Dem Menschen ist nimmer sein Wert geraubt,
So lang er noch an die drei Worte glaubt.

Die poesie des lebens von Friedrich Von Schiller

Inspirierende deutsche klassische Poesie

Die Poesie des Lebens
Friedrich von Schiller

"Wer möchte sich an Schattenbildern weiden,
Die mit erborgtem Schein das Wesen überkleiden,
Mit trügrischem Besitz die Hoffnung hintergehn?
Entblößt will ich die Wahrheit sehn.
Soll gleich mit meinem Wahn mein ganzer Himmel schwinden,
Soll gleich den freien Geist, den der erhabne Flug
Ins grenzenlose Reich der Möglichkeiten trug,
Die Gegenwart mit strengen Fesseln binden,
Er lernt sich selber überwinden,
Ihn wird das heilige Gebot
Der Pflicht, das furchtbare der Not
Nur desto unterwürf'ger finden,
Wer schon der Wahrheit milde Herrschaft scheut,
Wie trägt er die Notwendigkeit?" -

So rufst du aus und blickst, mein strenger Freund,
Aus der Erfahrung sichrem Porte,
Verwerfend hin auf alles, was nur scheint.
Erschreckt von deinem ernsten Worte
Entflieht der Liebesgötter Schar,
Der Musen Spiel verstummt, er ruhn der Horen Tänze,
Still trauernd nehmen ihre Kränze
Die Schwestergöttinnen vom schön gelockten Haar,
Apoll zerbricht die goldne Leier,
Und Hermes seinen Wanderstab,
Des Traumes rosenfarbner Schleier
Fällt von des Lebens bleichem Antlitz ab,
Die Welt scheint was sie ist, ein Grab.

Von seinen Augen nimmt die zauberische Binde
Cytherens Sohn, die Liebe sieht,
Sie sieht in ihrem Götterkinde
Den Sterblichen, erschrickt und flieht,
Der Schönheit Jugendbild veraltet,
Auf deinen Lippen selbst erkaltet
Der Liebe Kuß und in der Freude Schwung
Ergreift dich die Versteinerung.

Inspirational poems about life and belief :The poetry of life ,Words of beliefs by Friedrich Von Schiller,Comfort quote byWilliam Wordsworth


Romantic Guitar: Concierto De Aranjuez
Joaquín Rodrigo

The Poetry Of Life
by Friedrich von Schiller
The original version in German
(Die Poesie des lebens)

"Who would himself with shadows entertain,
Or gild his life with lights that shine in vain,
Or nurse false hopes that do but cheat the true?--
Though with my dream my heaven should be resigned--
Though the free-pinioned soul that once could dwell
In the large empire of the possible,
This workday life with iron chains may bind,
Yet thus the mastery o'er ourselves we find,
And solemn duty to our acts decreed,
Meets us thus tutored in the hour of need,
With a more sober and submissive mind!
How front necessity--yet bid thy youth
Shun the mild rule of life's calm sovereign, truth."

So speakest thou, friend, how stronger far than I;
As from experience--that sure port serene--
Thou lookest;--and straight, a coldness wraps the sky,
The summer glory withers from the scene,
Scared by the solemn spell; behold them fly,
The godlike images that seemed so fair!
Silent the playful Muse--the rosy hours
Halt in their dance; and the May-breathing flowers
Fall from the sister-graces' waving hair.
Sweet-mouthed Apollo breaks his golden lyre,
Hermes, the wand with many a marvel rife;--
The veil, rose-woven, by the young desire
With dreams, drops from the hueless cheeks of life.

The world seems what it is--a grave! and love
Casts down the bondage wound his eyes above,
And sees!--He sees but images of clay
Where he dreamed gods; and sighs--and glides away.
The youngness of the beautiful grows old,
And on thy lips the bride's sweet kiss seems cold;
And in the crowd of joys--upon thy throne
Thou sittest in state, and hardenest into stone.

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The Words Of Belief
Friedrich von Schiller
The original version in German<
Three words will I name thee--around and about,
From the lip to the lip, full of meaning, they flee;
But they had not their birth in the being without,
And the heart, not the lip, must their oracle be!
And all worth in the man shall forever be o'er
When in those three words he believes no more.

Man is made free!--Man by birthright is free,
Though the tyrant may deem him but born for his tool.
Whatever the shout of the rabble may be--
Whatever the ranting misuse of the fool--
Still fear not the slave, when he breaks from his chain,
For the man made a freeman grows safe in his gain.

And virtue is more than a shade or a sound,
And man may her voice, in this being, obey;
And though ever he slip on the stony ground,
Yet ever again to the godlike way,
To the science of good though the wise may be blind,
Yet the practice is plain to the childlike mind.

And a God there is!--over space, over time,
While the human will rocks, like a reed, to and fro,
Lives the will of the holy--a purpose sublime,
A thought woven over creation below;
Changing and shifting the all we inherit,
But changeless through all one immutable spirit

Hold fast the three words of belief--though about
From the lip to the lip, full of meaning, they flee;
Yet they take not their birth from the being without--
But a voice from within must their oracle be;
And never all worth in the man can be o'er,
Till in those three words he believes no more.

Though nothing can bring back the hour of splendor in the grass,
of glory in the flower; We will grieve not, rather find strength
in what remains behind; In the primal sympathy which having
been must ever be; In the soothing thoughts that spring
out of human suffering; In the faith that looks through death,
in years that bring the philosophic mind.
William Wordsworth

Friday, October 28, 2011

Lift Every Voice and Sing by James Weldon Johnson

Lift Every Voice and Sing
by James Weldon Johnson

Lift ev'ry voice and sing,
Till earth and heaven ring,
Ring with the harmonies of Liberty;
Let our rejoicing rise
High as the list'ning skies,
Let it resound loud as the rolling sea.
Sing a song full of the faith that the dark past has taught us,
Sing a song full of the hope that the present has brought us;
Facing the rising sun of our new day begun,
Let us march on till victory is won.

Stony the road we trod,
Bitter the chast'ning rod,
Felt in the days when hope unborn had died;
Yet with a steady beat,
Have not our weary feet
Come to the place for which our fathers sighed?
We have come over a way that with tears has been watered.
We have come, treading our path through the blood of the slaughtered,
Out from the gloomy past,
Till now we stand at last
Where the white gleam of our bright star is cast.

God of our weary years,
God of our silent tears,
Thou who hast brought us thus far on the way;
Thou who hast by Thy might,
Led us into the light,
Keep us forever in the path, we pray.
Lest our feet stray from the places, our God, where we met Thee,
Lest our hearts, drunk with the wine of the world, we forget Thee;
Shadowed beneath Thy hand,
May we forever stand,
True to our God,
True to our native land.

The Dream Keeper BY Langston Hughes /Hope and dream poem

Art by Maria Boohtiyarova

The Dream Keeper
BY Langston Hughes

Bring me all of your dreams,
You dreamer,
Bring me all your
Heart melodies
That I may wrap them
In a blue cloud-cloth
Away from the too-rough fingers
Of the world.

Thursday, October 27, 2011

Comfort quote by William Wordsworth

Though nothing can bring back the hour of splendor in the grass,
of glory in the flower; We will grieve not, rather find strength
in what remains behind; In the primal sympathy which having
been must ever be; In the soothing thoughts that spring
out of human suffering; In the faith that looks through death,
in years that bring the philosophic mind.
William Wordsworth

Healing quote by Buddha

Our sorrows and wounds are healed only
when we touch them with compassion.

Wednesday, October 26, 2011

At the Foot of the Tree by Rolf Edberg,

The winds of the globe have two great orchestras to conduct:
the waters and the trees. The winds know their instruments,
know their possibilities. Man has created his own music,
built upon mathematically regulated intervals between air
vibrations of different frequencies within the narrow spectrum
of sound that man's auditory nerves are able to apprehend. ...
But his music is only a reflection of nature's. One who has
preserved the ability to listen will be filled with a sense
of the timelessness in the symphonies of the winds, the waters,
and the woods. Even mightier than now, they rushed over
the earth long before man entered upon the scene.
They will resound, more subdued, in diminuendo, long after
humankind has made its exit.
Rolf Edberg, "At the Foot of the Tree"

Thought quote by Elbert Hubbard

If I supply you with a thought, you may remember it and you may not.
But if I can make you think a thought for yourself, I have indeed
added to your stature.
Elbert Hubbard

Friendship :melody in every heart/quote

There is an exquisite melody in every heart.
If we listen closely,we can hear each other’s song.
Friends know the song in your heartand respond with
beautiful harmony. They learn your heart-song so
well they can sing it back to you when you have forgotten
the words.

Comfortable myths by Bertrand Russell

There is something feeble and a little contemptible about
a man who cannot face the perils of life without the help
of comfortable myths. Almost inevitably some part of him
is aware that they are myths and that he believes them
only because they are comforting. But he dare not face
this thought! Moreover, since he is aware, however dimly,
that his opinions are not rational, he becomes furious
when they are disputed.”
Bertrand Russell, Human Society in Ethics and Politics

Monday, October 24, 2011

Words by William Charles Wentworth

William Charles Wentworth

Words are deeds. The words we hear
May revolutionize or rear
A mighty state. The words we read
May be a spiritual deed
Excelling any fleshly one,
As much as the celestial sun
Transcends a bonfire, made to throw
A light upon some raree-show.

A simple proverb tagged with rhyme
May colour half the course of time;
The pregnant saying of a sage
May influence every coming age;
A song in its effects may be
More glorious than Thermopylae,
And many a lay that schoolboys scan
A nobler feat than Inkerman.

Snow landscape

Awesome Mountain Photos In Winter

Inspirational Video/

Amazing Landscape
Kauai - The Lost World

Saturday, October 22, 2011

Inspiring friendship poems and quotes/The Gratitude of Friendship by Oliver Mbamara,The eye of soul by Oliver Mbamara,To a friend by Amy Lowell

Omar Khairat-Infatuation

The Gratitude of Friendship
Oliver O. Mbamara

Art by Steve Hanks

Many moments pass in life,
Some we joyfully remember
Others we choose to leave behind.
Grateful are we when our memories
Are blessed with blissful moments
Of love, peace, and affection.

Loved are we when in affection
Our hearts are gladly kindled,
Stirred by loving friendship
From those we come to meet,
Whose presence spark in us
That Light and Sound Divine

Reminding us once again
The true essence of who we are;
Beings of love and affection
Existing because of God’s love
Here on earth to learn and share
To renew and regain our identity;

Sparks of God!
Grateful Souls!
Loving beings!

The Eye of Soul
By Oliver O. Mbamara

Art by daniel F.Gerhartz

I judge you not by what you wear,
Whether your garment is of rag or riches,
Or your skin is of a color white or black,
Whether you wear some gold or trinkets,
Or decorate yourself with stones and diamonds,
I see you with the eye of Soul.

I know you, for who you are inside of you,
Not for your smiles, for smiles could be false,
Not for your looks, for looks could deceive,
Not for your appearance, for that won’t last,
And not for your clothes, for that only covers.
I see you with the eye of Soul.

I am a friend to that you inside of you,
Indifferent to your dose of limitations,
Forgiving to your human flaws of character
Unyielding to rumors and gossips about you
For the eye within sees even more,
I see you with the eye of Soul.

To a Friend
Amy Lowell

I ask but one thing of you, only one,
That always you will be my dream of you;
That never shall I wake to find untrue
All this I have believed and rested on,
Forever vanished, like a vision gone
Out into the night. Alas, how few
There are who strike in us a chord we knew
Existed, but so seldom heard its tone
We tremble at the half-forgotten sound.

The world is full of rude awakenings
And heaven-born castles shattered to the ground,
Yet still our human longing vainly clings
To a belief in beauty through all wrongs.
O stay your hand, and leave my heart its songs!

Friday, October 21, 2011

Peace quote by Norman Vincent Peale

Saturate your thoughts with peaceful experiences,
peaceful words and ideas,and ultimately you will
have a storehouse of peace-producing experiences
to which you may turn for refreshment and renewal
of your spirit.
Norman Vincent Peale

in the realm of thought by Robert Green Ingersoll

Surely there is grandeur in knowing that in the realm of thought, at least, you are without a chain; that you have the right to explore all heights and depth; that there are no walls nor fences, nor prohibited places, nor sacred corners in all the vast expanse of thought...”
Robert Green Ingersoll

Is anybody happier because you passed his way?

Is anybody happier because you passed his way?

Is anybody happier because you passed his way?
Does anyone remember that you spoke to him today?
The day is almost over, and its toiling time is through;
Is there anyone to utter now a kindly word of you?

Can you say tonight, in parting with the day that's slipping fast,
That you helped a single brother of the many that passed?

Is a single heart rejoicing over what you did or said;
Does the man whose hopes were fading, now with courage look ahead?

Did you waste the day, or lose it? Was it well or sorely spent?
Did you leave a trail of kindness, or a scar of discontent?

As you close your eyes in slumber, do you think that God will say,
"You have earned one more tomorrow by the work you did today".

Thursday, October 20, 2011

PRAYERS FOR THE EARTH by Pablo Neruda/Peace poem

Pablo Neruda

For once on the face of the earth let’s not speak in any language
Let’s stop for one second and not move our arms so much.
It would be an exotic moment without rush, without engines.
We would all be together in a sudden strangeness.
Fisherman in the cold sea would not harm whales
And the man gathering salt would look at his hurt hands.

Those who prepare green wars, wars with gas, wars with fire,
Victory with no survivors
Would put on clean clothes and walk about with their brothers
in the shade doing nothing.
What I want should not be confused with total inactivity,
Life is what it is about.
I want no truck with death.

If we were not so single minded about keeping our lives moving,
And for once could do nothing,
Perhaps a huge silence might interrupt this sadness of never
understanding ourselves
And of threatening ourselves with death.
Perhaps the earth can teach us when everything seems dead
and later proves to be alive.
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