Saturday, August 31, 2013

Broken Vow Lyrics - Lara Fabian

Broken Vow Lyrics-Lara Fabian

Tell me her name
I want to know
The way she looks
And where you go
I need to see her face
I need to understand
Why you and I came to an end

Tell me again
I want to hear
Who broke my faith in all these years
Who lays with you at night
While I'm here all alone
Remembering when I was your own

I let you go
I let you fly
Why do I keep on asking why
I let you go
Now that I found
A way to keep somehow
More than a broken vow

Tell me the words I never said
Show me the tears you never shed
Give me the touch
That one you promised to be mine
Or has it vanished for all time

I close my eyes
And dream of you and I
And then I realize
There's more to love than only bitterness and lies
I close my eyes

I'd give away my soul
To hold you once again
And never let this promise end

Nature quotes

There are lessons in nature that we don’t recognize that can teach us how to live, grow, and survive.
Joanne Taylor

When all within is peace
How nature seems to smile
Delights that never cease
The live-long day beguile
William Cowper

Words are the vibrations of nature.
Therefore, beautiful words create beautiful nature.
Ugly words create ugly nature.
This is the root of the universe.
Masaru Emoto

Life, liberty, and thought by khalil gibran

Life without Liberty is like a body without spirit.
Liberty without thought is like a disturbed spirit .
... Life, liberty, and thought
three persons in one substance, eternal, never-ending, and unceasing.
Kahlil Gibran

Un objet de beauté est joie pour l'éternité de John Keats(poème original en anglais)

Un objet de beauté est joie pour l'éternité
John keats

Un objet de beauté est joie pour l'éternité
Son charme ne fait que croître, et jamais
Ne sombrera au néant, mais restera toujours
Pour nous un havre de paix, un sommeil
Plein de doux rêves, de santé et de souffles silencieux.

Ainsi, jour après jour, nous tressons
Une couronne de fleurs pour nous lier à la terre,
Malgré le désespoir, l'inhumaine pénurie
De nobles créatures, malgré les jours lugubres,
Les chemins ténébreux et malsains
Où marche notre quête: oui, en dépit de tout,

Certaines formes de beauté éloignent le suaire
De nos esprits en deuil. Ainsi font le soleil, la lune,
Les arbres vieux ou jeunes qui offrent leur
ombre bienfaisante aux humbles brebis;
ainsi sont les jonquilles
Pour le monde verdoyant dans lequel elles vivent;
et les clairs ruisseaux
Qui se font un couvert de fraîcheur
Contre la brûlante saison;ainsi le fourré au coeur des bois
Richement parsemé de la beauté des roses musquées:

Et telle est aussi la grandeur des destins
Que nous avons imaginés pour les plus grands des morts;
Tous les contes merveilleux lus ou entendus:
Fontaine intarissable d'un breuvage immortel,
Qui coule à nous du bord même des cieux.

Et ce n'est pas seulement pendant une heure brève
Que ces essences nous pénètrent; non, comme les arbres
Qui bruissent autour d'un temple deviennent
Aussi précieux que le temple lui-même, ainsi la lune

La poésie passion, gloires infinies
Nous hantent jusqu'à devenir une lumière de réconfort
Pour nos âmes et s'attacher à nous d'un lien si puissant
Que, dans le soleil ou sous un ciel couvert et sombre,
Il nous faut toujours les garder près de nous, ou mourir.

Sensation by Arthur Rimbaud

Arthur Rimbaud

IN summer evenings blue, pricked by the wheat
On rustic paths the thin grass I shall tread,
And feel its freshness underneath my feet,
And, dreaming, let the wind bathe my bare head.

I shall not speak, nor think, but, walking slow
Through Nature, I shall rove with Love my guide,
As gipsies wander, where, they do not know,
Happy as one walks by a woman's side.

Friday, August 30, 2013

Life, Duty & Joy by Rabindranath Tagore

I slept and dreamt that life was Joy.
I woke and saw that life was Duty.
I acted, and behold, Duty was Joy.
Rabindranath Tagore

Inspirational quotes by Martin Luther kIng

Our lives begin to end the day we become silent about things that matter.

In the end, we will remember not the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends.

The ultimate tragedy is not the oppression and cruelty by the bad people but the silence over that by the good people.

There comes a time when one must take a position that is neither safe, nor politic, nor popular, but he must take it because conscience tells him it is right.

I have decided to stick to love...Hate is too great a burden to bear.

Everybody can be great...because anybody can serve. You don't have to have a college degree to serve. You don't have to make your subject and verb agree to serve. You only need a heart full of grace. A soul generated by love.
Martin Luther King

Saturday, August 24, 2013

Inspirational love quotes & poems by rumi

IGOR KRUTOY-You Were Sent To Me By God

Richard Johnson art

O Love

O Love, O pure deep Love, be here, be now,
Be all – worlds dissolve into your
stainless endless radiance,
Frail living leaves burn with your brighter
than cold stares -
Make me your servant, your breath, your core.

Love is the cure

Love is the cure,
for your pain will keep giving birth to more pain
until your eyes constantly exhale love
as effortlessly as your body yields its scent.

With the Beloved's water of life, no illness remains
In the Beloved's rose garden of union, no thorn remains.
They say there is a window from one heart to another
How can there be a window where no wall remains?

In your light I learn how to love. In your beauty,
how to make poems. You dance inside my chest where
no-one sees you, but sometimes I do, and that sight
becomes this art.

The Way Things Should

What will
our children do in the morning?
Will they wake with their hearts wanting to play,
the way wings

Will they have dreamed the needed
flights and gathered
the strength from the planets
that all men and women
need to balance the wonderful charms
of the earth
so that her power and beauty does
not make us forget our own?

I know all about the ways of
the heart–how it wants to be alive.
Love so needs to love
that it will endure almost anything,
even abuse,
just to flicker for a moment.

But the sky’s mouth is kind,
its song will never hurt you,
for I sing those words.
What will our children do in the morning
if they do not see us fly?

Fleeing from Love

Are you fleeing from Love because of a single humiliation?
What do you know of Love except the name?
Love has a hundred forms of pride and disdain,
and is gained by a hundred means of persuasion.
Since Love is loyal, it purchases one who is loyal:
it has no interest in a disloyal companion.

The human being resembles a tree;
its root is a covenant with God:
that root must be cherished with all one’s might.
A weak covenant is a rotten root, without grace or fruit.
Though the boughs and leaves of the date palm are green,
greenness brings no benefit if the root is corrupt.
If a branch is without green leaves, yet has a good root,
a hundred leaves will put forth their hands in the end.

Do You Love Me?

A lover asked his beloved,
Do you love yourself more
than you love me?
The beloved replied,
I have died to myself
and I live for you.

I’ve disappeared from myself
and my attributes.
I am present only for you.
I have forgotten all my learning,
but from knowing you
I have become a scholar.

I have lost all my strength,
but from your power
I am able.
If I love myself
I love you.
If I love you
I love myself.

Wednesday, August 21, 2013

On tree by Betty Smith

Shutterstock Image

If there was only one tree like that in the world, you would think it was beautiful. But because there are so many, you just can't see how beautiful it really is.
Betty Smith, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn

Who wants to die? Everything struggles to live. Look at that tree growing up there out of that grating. It gets no sun, and water only when it rains. It's growing out of sour earth. And it's strong because its hard struggle to live is making it strong. My children will be strong that way.
Betty Smith, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn

Tuesday, August 20, 2013

On Creativity & Wilderness by Clarissa Pinkola Estés & Frederick Buechner

Terry Redlin Painting

Be wild; that is how to clear the river. The river does not flow in polluted, we manage that. The river does not dry up, we block it. If we want to allow it its freedom, we have to allow our ideational lives to be let loose, to stream, letting anything come, initially censoring nothing. That is creative life. It is made up of divine paradox. To create one must be willing to be stone stupid, to sit upon a throne on top of a jackass and spill rubies from one’s mouth. Then the river will flow, then we can stand in the stream of it raining down. Clarissa Pinkola Estés

Terry Redlin Painting

To be commanded to love God at all, let alone in the wilderness, is like being commanded to be well when we are sick, to sing for joy when we are dying of thirst, to run when our legs are broken. But this is the first and great commandment nonetheless. Even in the wilderness - especially in the wilderness - you shall love him.
Frederick Buechner

Terry Redlin Painting


Anna Âdén

Let the Light Enter
The Dying Words of Goethe

“Light! more light! the shadows deepen,
And my life is ebbing low,
Throw the windows widely open:
Light! more light! before I go.

“Softly let the balmy sunshine
Play around my dying bed,
E’er the dimly lighted valley
I with lonely feet must tread.

“Light! more light! for Death is weaving
Shadows ‘round my waning sight,
And I fain would gaze upon him
Through a stream of earthly light.”

Not for greater gifts of genius;
Not for thoughts more grandly bright,
All the dying poet whispers
Is a prayer for light, more light.

Heeds he not the gathered laurels,
Fading slowly from his sight;
All the poet’s aspirations
Centre in that prayer for light.

Gracious Saviour, when life’s day-dreams
Melt and vanish from the sight,
May our dim and longing vision
Then be blessed with light, more light.

Monday, August 19, 2013

Self-exploration by Judith-Annette Milburn

Can you imagine experiencing
the world as a great sandbox
given for us to play in like we did
as children? As we play, we can
also open ourselves to the
exploration of our edges,
always creating new adventures
of self-exploration as we let go
of old out-dated beliefs
about ourselves.
Judith-Annette Milburn

A well proportioned mind by Thomas Hard

A well proportioned mind is one which shows no particular bias; one of which we may safely say that it will never cause its owner to be confined as a madman, tortured as a heretic, or crucified as a blasphemer. Also, on the other hand, that it will never cause him to be applauded as a prophet, revered as a priest, or exalted as a king. Its usual blessings are happiness and mediocrity.
Thomas Hard,Return of the Native

Sunday, August 18, 2013

Pearls of wisdom & spiritual poetry :If BY RUDYARD KIPLING* A Pilgrim's Way BY RUDYARD KIPLING

Stamatis Spanoudakis-For Dori


If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!

A Pilgrim's Way

I do not look for holy saints to guide me on my way,
Or male and female devilkins to lead my feet astray.
If these are added, I rejoice---if not, I shall not mind,
So long as I have leave and choice to meet my fellow-kind.
For as we come and as we go (and deadly-soon go we!)
The people, Lord, Thy people, are good enough for me!

Thus I will honour pious men whose virtue shines so bright
(Though none are more amazed than
I when I by chance do right),
And I will pity foolish men for woe their sins have bred
(Though ninety-nine per cent.
of mine I brought on my own head).
And, Amorite or Eremite, or General Averagee,
The people, Lord, Thy people, are good enough for me!

And when they bore me overmuch,
I will not shake mine ears,
Recalling many thousand such whom I have bored to tears.
And when they labour to impress, I will not doubt nor scoff;
Since I myself have done no less and---
sometimes pulled it off.
Yea, as we are and we are not, and we pretend to be,
The people, Lord, Thy people, are good enough for me!

And when they work me random wrong,
as oftentimes hath been,
I will not cherish hate too long
(my hands are none too clean).
And when they do me random good I will not feign surprise.
No more than those whom I have cheered with wayside charities.
But, as we give and as we take---whate'er our takings be---
The people, Lord, Thy people, are good enough for me!

But when I meet with frantic folk who sinfully declare
There is no pardon for their sin, the same I will not spare
Till I have proved that Heaven
and Hell which in our hearts we have
Show nothing irredeemable on either side of the grave.
For as we live and as we die---if utter Death there be---
The people, Lord, Thy people, are good enough for me!

Deliver me from every pride---the Middle, High, and Low---
That bars me from a brother's side, whatever pride he show.
And purge me from all heresies
of thought and speech and pen
That bid me judge him otherwise than I am judged. Amen!
That I may sing of Crowd or King or road-borne company,
That I may labour in my day, vocation and degree,
To prove the same in deed and name, and hold unshakenly
(Where'er I go, whate'er I know, whoe'er my neighbor be)
This single faith in Life and Death and to Eternity:
``The people, Lord, Thy people, are good enough for me!''

Friday, August 16, 2013

Nature quote by Muriel Strode

Fiona Anderson Photography

I know the thrill of the grasses when the rain pours over them. I know the trembling of the leaves when the winds sweep through them.

I know what the white clover felt as it held a drop of dew
pressed close in its beauteousness.

I know the quivering of the fragrant petals at the touch of
the pollen-legged bees.

I know what the stream said to the dipping willows, and what
the moon said to the sweet lavender.

I know what the stars said when they came stealthily down and crept fondly into the tops of the trees.
Muriel Strode, "Creation Songs"

On Ideals & Idealism

Most of us look at our ideals, say how far we are from them, and get depressed. But it is heroic simply to say, "Here are my ideals," state them before the world, and then spend your life trying to live up to them.
Keshavan Nair

Nobody grows old merely by living a number of years. We grow old by deserting our ideals. Years may wrinkle the skin, but to give up enthusiasm wrinkles the soul.
Samuel Ullman

The human soul has still greater need of the ideal than of the real. It is by the real that we exist; it is by the ideal that we live. Victor Hugo

I must uphold my ideals, for perhaps the time will come when I shall be able to carry them out.
Anne Frank

Thursday, August 15, 2013

I Live, I Die, I Burn, I Drown by Delmira Agustini

I Live, I Die, I Burn, I Drown
Delmira Agustini

I live, I die, I burn, I drown
I endure at once chill and cold
Life is at once too soft and too hard
I have sore troubles mingled with joys

Suddenly I laugh and at the same time cry
And in pleasure many a grief endure
My happiness wanes and yet it lasts unchanged
All at once I dry up and grow green

Thus I suffer love's inconstancies
And when I think the pain is most intense
Without thinking, it is gone again.

Then when I feel my joys certain
And my hour of greatest delight arrived
I find my pain beginning all over once again.

There is another sky by Emily Dickinson

There is another sky
Emily Dickinson

There is another sky,
Ever serene and fair,
And there is another sunshine,
Though it be darkness there;
Never mind faded forests, Austin,
Never mind silent fields -
Here is a little forest,
Whose leaf is ever green;
Here is a brighter garden,
Where not a frost has been;
In its unfading flowers
I hear the bright bee hum:
Prithee, my brother,
Into my garden come!

Wednesday, August 14, 2013

Friendship quotes

There is nothing we like to see so much as the gleam of pleasure in a person's eye when he feels that we have sympathized with him, understood him. At these moments something fine and spiritual passes between two friends. These are the moments worth living.
Don Marquis

In the spiritual life nowhere do our ideals meet the actual more truly than in how we relate to each other, in how we make, sustain and are friends.
James Ishmael Ford

The friend is the man who knows all about you, and still likes you.
Elbert Hubbard

The worst solitude is to be destitute of sincere friendship.
Francis Bacon

Diversity quote by Algernon Black

Why not let people differ about their answers to the great mysteries of the Universe? Let each seek one's own way to the highest, to one's own sense of supreme loyalty in life, one's ideal of life. Let each philosophy, each world-view bring forth its truth and beauty to a larger perspective, that people may grow in vision, stature and dedication.
Algernon Black

Happinesss quotes

Happiness is nothing more than good health and a bad memory.
Albert Schweitzer

Happiness is not so much in having as sharing. We make a living by what we get, but we make a life by what we give.
Norman MacEwan

Affection is responsible for nine-tenths of whatever solid and durable happiness there is in our lives.
C. S. Lewis

Saturday, August 10, 2013

Tolerance and humanism poems:FOR THIS TRUE NOBLENESS By James Russel Lowell*Tolerance by Barbara Tremblay Cipak *If Men Only Understood by James Allen

KEVIN KERN - A Gentle Whisper

I believe that there is one story in the world, and only one. . . . Humans are caught—in their lives, in their thoughts, in their hungers and ambitions, in their avarice and cruelty, and in their kindness and generosity too—in a net of good and evil. . . . There is no other story. A man, after he has brushed off the dust and chips of his life, will have left only the hard, clean questions: Was it good or was it evil? Have I done well—or ill?

James Russel Lowell

'For this true nobleness I seek in vain,
In woman and in man I find it not;
I almost weary of my earthly lot,
My life-springs are dried up with burning pain.'
Thou find'st it not? I pray thee look again,
Look _inward_ through the depths of thine own soul.
How is it with thee? Art thou sound and whole?

Doth narrow search show thee no earthly stain?
BE NOBLE! and the nobleness that lies
In other men, sleeping, but never dead,
Will rise in majesty to meet thine own;
Then wilt thou see it gleam in many eyes,
Then will pure light around thy path be shed,
And thou wilt nevermore be sad and lone.

Barbara Tremblay Cipak

Hold my hand
then judge me
Or better
Feel my sameness,
Look me in the eye then tell me I don't matter
Or better
See I am you,
Sit at my dinner table
Sharing food and conversation
then tell me I'm not worthy

Or better
Understand my hunger is like yours,
Take a walk with me
then hate where I live
Or better
Understand my plight,
Watch my children play
and tell me they are expendable

Or better
Love them as your own,
As I hold your hand
Look in your eyes
Eat at your table
Walk with you
Understand your plight
And watch your children play
I know I want to be better too

If Men Only Understood
James Allen
If men only understood
That the wrong act of a Brother
Should not call from them another,
But should be annulled with kindness,
That their eyes should aid his blindness,
They would find the Heavenly Portal
Leading on to Love immortal-
If they only understood.

If men only understood
That their wrong can never smother
The wrong-doing of another;
That by hatred hate increases,
And by Good all evil ceases,
They would cleanse their hearts and actions.
Banish thence all vile detractions-
If they only understood.

If men only understood
That the heart that sins must sorrow,
That the hateful mind to-morrow
Reaps its barren harvest, weeping,
Starving, resting not, nor sleeping;
Tenderness would fill their being.
They would see with Pity's seeing-
If they only understood.

If men only understood
All the emptiness and aching
Of the sleeping mid the waking
Of the souls they judge so blindly,
Of the hearts they pierce unkindly.
They, with gentler words and feeling,
Would apply the balm of healing-
If they only understood.

If men only understood
That their hatred and resentment
Slays their peace and sweet contentment
Hurts themselves, helps not another,
Does not cheer one lonely Brother,
They would seek the better doing
Of good deeds which leaves no ruing--
If they only understood.

If men only understood
How Love conquers; how prevailing
Is its might, grim hate assailing;
How Compassion endeth sorrow,
Maketh wise, and doth not borrow
Pain of passion; they would ever
Live in Love, in hatred never-
If they only understood
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