HUMAN's Musics by Yann Arthus-Bertrand

HUMAN's Musics
Composed by Armand Amar

Excerpts From "Rational Living" by Albert Ellis/Part 1

When people change their irrational beliefs to undogmatic
flexible preferences, they become less disturbed.

Rational beliefs bring us closer to getting good results
in the real world.

If something is irrational, that means it won't work.
It's usually unrealistic.

It's not what happens to you, but how you react to what
happens to you, that makes the difference.

The more sinful and guilty a person tends to feel, the less
chance there is that he will be a happy, healthy, or law-abiding
citizen. He will become a compulsive wrong-doer.

To err is human; to forgive people and yourself for poor
behavior is to be sensible and realistic.

Reality is not so much what happens to us; rather, it is how
we think about those events that create the reality we experience.
In a very real sense, this means that we each create the reality
in which we live.

If human emotions largely result from thinking, then one may appreciably
control one's feelings by controlling one's thoughts - or by changing
the internalized sentences, or self-talk, with which one largely created
the feeling in the first place.

Origins: The Journey of Humankind

Words Are the Most Powerful Drug

Inventing Graphics on Cave Walls

Search For The Full Expression of Yourself by joseph Conrad

You must squeeze out of yourself every sensation, every thought, every image,-
mercilessly, without reserve and without remorse: you must search the darkest
corners of your heart, the most remote recesses of your brain,-
you must search them for the image, for the glamour, for the right expression.

And you must do it sincerely, at any cost: you must do it so that at the end
of your day's work you should feel exhausted, emptied of every sensation and
every thought, with a blank mind and an aching heart, with the notion that
there is nothing,-nothing left in you.
Joseph Conrad

People Of Real Togetherness by D. H. Lawrence

Perhaps only people who are capable of real togetherness
have that look of being alone in the universe.
The others have a certain stickiness, they stick to the mass.
D. H. Lawrence

Love & Fear by Aldous Huxley

Love casts out fear; but conversely fear casts out love.
And not only love. Fear also casts out intelligence, casts
out goodness, casts out all thought of beauty and truth.
Aldous Huxley

A mind that has come to the stillness
of wisdom shall know being,shall know what it is to love.
Love is neither personal nor impersonal.Love is love, not
to be defined or described by the mind as exclusive
or inclusive.Love is its own eternity; it is the real,
the supreme, the immeasurable.
Aldous Huxley

Do not wait for extraordinary by Jean paul richter

Do not wait for extraordinary circumstances
to do good action; try to use ordinary situations.
Jean Paul Friedrich Richter

Who Says Words With My Mouth?Rumi

Music:
Dahlia-Adam Hurst

Who Says Words With My Mouth?
Rumi

From Essential Rumi
by Coleman Barks

All day I think about it, then at night I say it.
Where did I come from, and what am I supposed to be doing?
I have no idea.
My soul is from elsewhere, I'm sure of that,
and I intend to end up there.

This drunkenness began in some other tavern.
When I get back around to that place,
I'll be completely sober. Meanwhile,
I'm like a bird from another continent, sitting in this aviary.
The day is coming when I fly off,
but who is it now in my ear who hears my voice?
Who says words with my mouth?

Who looks out with my eyes? What is the soul?
I cannot stop asking.
If I could taste one sip of an answer,
I could break out of this prison for drunks.
I didn't come here of my own accord, and I can't leave that way.
Whoever brought me here will have to take me home.
This poetry, I never know what I'm going to say.

I don't plan it.
When I'm outside the saying of it,
I get very quiet and rarely speak at all.

How can one blush for what one adores? George Sand

Once my heart was captured,reason was shown the door,
deliberately and with a sort of frantic joy.

I accepted everything,I believed everything,without struggle,
without suffering,without regret,without false shame.

How can one blush for what one adores?
George Sand,The Story Of My Life

JOY by Jean Paul

Joy descends gently upon us like the evening dew,
and does not patter down like a hailstorm.
Jean Paul

It is not the end of joy that makes
us so sad, but the end of hope.
Jean Paul

Kjerag from the air / Norway

Moments/Instantes by Jorge Luis Borges

Moments
Jorge Luis Borges

If I could live my life again
I’d try to make more mistakes,
I wouldn’t try to be so perfect,
I’d be more relaxed,
I’d be more true-to-life than I was.

In fact, I’d take fewer things seriously,
I’d be less hygienic,
I’d take more risks,
I’d take more trips,
I’d watch more sunsets,
I’d climb more mountains,
I’d swim more rivers,
I’d go to more places I’ve never been,
I’d eat more ice cream and less lime beans,
I’d have more real problems and less imaginary ones.

I was one of those people who live
prudent and prolific lives
each minute of their existence.
Of course did I have moments of joy
yet if I could go back I’d try to have good moments only.
In case you don’t know: that’s what life is made of.

I was one of those who never go anywhere,
without a thermometer,
without a hot-water bottle,
without an umbrella,
without a parachute.

If I could live again
I’d travel light,
I’d try to work barefoot,
from Spring to Fall,
I’d ride more carts,
I’d watch more sunrises,
play with more kids.

If I could live my life again
– but now I am 85,
and I know I am dying.

The original IN Spanish

Instantes
Jorge Luis Borges

Si pudiera vivir nuevamente mi vida,
en la próxima trataría de cometer más errores.
No intentaría ser tan perfecto, me relajaría más.
Sería más tonto de lo que he sido,
de hecho tomaría muy pocas cosas con seriedad.
Sería menos higiénico.
Correría más riesgos,
haría más viajes,
contemplaría más atardeceres,
subiría más montañas, nadaría más ríos.
Iría a más lugares adonde nunca he ido,
comería más helados y menos habas,
tendría más problemas reales y menos imaginarios.

Yo fui una de esas personas que vivió sensata
y prolíficamente cada minuto de su vida;
claro que tuve momentos de alegría.
Pero si pudiera volver atrás trataría
de tener solamente buenos momentos.

Por si no lo saben, de eso está hecha la vida,
sólo de momentos; no te pierdas el ahora.

Yo era uno de esos que nunca
iban a ninguna parte sin un termómetro,
una bolsa de agua caliente,
un paraguas y un paracaídas;
si pudiera volver a vivir, viajaría más liviano.

Si pudiera volver a vivir
comenzaría a andar descalzo a principios
de la primavera
y seguiría descalzo hasta concluir el otoño.

Daría más vueltas en calesita,
contemplaría más amaneceres,
y jugaría con más niños,
si tuviera otra vez vida por delante.

Pero ya ven, tengo 85 años...

y sé que me estoy muriendo.

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A Romance of Souls by John Donne

Our two souls therefore which are one, Though I must go,
endure not yet A breach, but an expansion, Like gold to
airy thinness beat.
John Donne

Loss & Gain by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

loss and gain
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

When I compare
What I have lost with what I have gained,
What I have missed with what attained,
Little room do I find for pride.

I am aware
How many days have been idly spent;
How like an arrow the good intent
Has fallen short or been turned aside.

But who shall dare
To measure loss and gain in this wise?
Defeat may be victory in disguise;
The lowest ebb is the turn of the tide.

Into each life some rain must fall

Be still, sad heart, and cease repining;
Behind the clouds the sun is shining;
Thy fate is the common fate of all,
Into each life some rain must fall,
Some days must be dark and dreary.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, An April Day.

Give Me The Flute By Khalil Gibran

Music:
OMAR AKRAM-Secret Journey

Give me the flute
Khalil Gibran

Give me the flute and sing,
immortality lies in a song
and even after we’ve perished
the flute continues to lament.

Have you taken refuge in the woods
away from places, like me,
followed streams on their courses
and climbed up the rocks?

Did you ever bathe in a perfume
and dry yourself with a light
drink the dawn as wine
rarefied in goblets of ether?

Give me the flute then and sing,
the best of prayer is song
and even when life perishes
the flute continues to lament.

Have you spent an evening
as I have done, among vines,
where the golden candelabra
clusters hang down?

Did you sleep on the grass at night
and let space be your blanket,
abstaining from all that will come
forgetful of all that has passed?

Give the flute then and sing,
in singing is Justice for the heart
and even after every guilt has perished
the flute continues to lament.

Give the flute and sing
forget illness and its cure,
people are nothing but lines
which are scribbled on water.

Excerpts from "Wind, Sand and Stars by Antoine de Saint-Exupery

ON Friendship & Human Relationships
Excerpts from "Wind, Sand and Stars"
Antoine de Saint-Exupery

Thus is the earth at once a desert and a paradise, rich in secret hidden gardens,
gardens inaccessible, but to which the craft leads us ever back, one day or another.

Life may scatter us and keep us apart; it may prevent us from thinking very often
of one another; but we know that our comrades are somewhere ‘out there’ – where,
one can hardly say – silent, forgotten, but deeply faithful.
And when our path crosses theirs, they greet us with such manifest joy, shake us
so gaily by the shoulders! Indeed we are accustomed to waiting...

We had met at last.Men travel side by side for years, each locked up in his own
silence or exchanging those words which carry no freight – till danger comes.
Then they stand shoulder to shoulder. They discover that they belong to the same
family. They wax and bloom in the recognition of fellow-beings.
They look at one another and smile. They are like the prisoners set free who
marvel at the immensity of the sea.

Happiness! It is useless to seek it elsewhere than in the warmth of human relations.
Our sordid interests imprison us within their walls.Only a comrade can grasp us
by the hand and haul us free.And these human relations must be created...

Old friends cannot be created out of hand. Nothing can match the treasure of common
memories, of rivals endured together, of quarrels and reconciliations and generous
emotions. It is idle, having planted an acorn in the morning, to expect that afternoon
to sit in the shade of the oak.

The meaning Of Life by Antoine de Saint Exupéry

Excerpts from "Wind, Sand and Stars"
Antoine de Saint Exupéry

Each man must look to himself to teach him the meaning of life.
It is not something discovered: it is something molded.
These prison walls that this age of trade has built up round us,
we can break down. We can still run free, call to our comrades,
and marvel to hear once more, in response to our call,
the impassioned chant of the human voice.
Antoine de Saint Exupéry

Bound to You by Charlotte Brontë

Vladimir Volegov ART

You are my sympathy–my better self–my good angel–I am bound to you
with a strong attachment. I think you good, gifted, lovely: a fervent,
a solemn passion is conceived in my heart; it leans to you, draws you
to my centre and spring of life, wrap my existence about you–and,
kindling in pure, powerful flame, fuses you and me in one.
Charlotte Brontë,Jane Eyre

Romance by Nizar Qabbani

Should another give you a cloud, I give you rain.
Should he give you a lantern, I will give you the moon.
Should he give you a branch, I will give you the trees.
And if another gives you a ship, I shall give you the journey.
Nizar Qabbani

Light by George Eliot

The darkest night that ever fell upon the earth never hid the light,
never put out the stars. It only made the stars more keenly, kindly
glancing, as if in protest against the darkness.
George Eliot