Love & The seasons by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Music:
Pavel Panin-October

LOVE AND THE SEASONS
Ella Wheeler Wilcox

SPRING

A sudden softness in the wind;
A glint of song, a-wing;
A fragrant sound that trails behind,
And joy in everything.

A sudden flush upon the cheek,
The teardrop quick to start;
A hope too delicate to speak,
And heaven within the heart.

SUMMER

A riotous dawn and the sea’s great wonder;
The red, red heart of a rose uncurled;
And beauty tearing her veil asunder,
In sight of a swooning world.

A call of the soul, and the senses blended;
The Springtime lost in the glow of the sun,
And two lives rushing, as God intended,
To meet and mingle as one.

AUTUMN

The world is out in gala dress;
And yet it is not gay.
Its splendour hides a loneliness
For something gone away.

(Laughter and music on the air;
A shower of rice and bloom.
Smiles for the fond departing pair—
And then the empty room.)

WINTER

Two trees swayed in the winter wind; and dreamed
The snowflakes falling about them were bees
Singing among the leaves.And they were glad,
Knowing the dream would soon come true.

Beside the hearth an aged couple rocked,
And dozed; and dreamed the friends long passed from sight
Were with them once again.They woke and smiled,
Knowing the dream would soon come true.

"You Can't Go Home Again" by Thomas Wolfe

Excerpts from"You Can't Go Home Again"
Thomas Wolfe

Child, child, have patience and belief,for life is many days,
and each present hour will pass away. Son, son, you have been
mad and drunken, furious and wild, filled with hatred and despair,
and all the dark confusions of the soul - but so have we.

You found the earth too great for your one life, you found your
brain and sinew smaller than the hunger and desire that fed on them -
but it has been this way with all men. You have stumbled on in darkness,
you have been pulled in opposite directions, you have faltered,
you have missed the way, but, child, this is the chronicle of the earth.

And now, because you have known madness and despair, and because you will
grow desperate again before you come to evening, we who have stormed
the ramparts of the furious earth and been hurled back, we who have been
maddened by the unknowable and bitter mystery of love, we who have hungered
after fame and savored all of life, the tumult, pain, and frenzy, and now
sit quietly by our windows watching all that henceforth never more shall
touch us - we call upon you to take heart, for we can swear to you that
these things pass.

You can't go back home to your family, back home to your childhood,
back home to romantic love, back home to a young man's dreams of glory
and of fame, back home to exile, to escape to Europe and some foreign land,
back home to lyricism, to singing just for singing's sake, back home
to aestheticism, to one's youthful idea of 'the artist' and
the all-sufficiency of 'art' and 'beauty' and 'love,' back home to
the ivory tower, back home to places in the country, to the cottage
in Bermude, away from all the strife and conflict of the world,

back home to the father you have lost and have been looking for,
back home to someone who can help you, save you, ease the burden
for you, back home to the old forms and systems of things which
once seemed everlasting but which are changing all the time--back
home to the escapes of Time and Memory.
Thomas Wolfe,You can't go home again

Grateful by John Greenleaf Whittier

No longer forward or behind I look in hope or fear,
But grateful, take the good I find, The best of now and here.
John Greenleaf Whittier

The final answers by R. A. Lafferty

All the final answers were given in the beginning.
They stand shining, above and beyond us, but
they are always there to be seen.
They may be too bright for us,
they may be too clear for us.
Well then, we must clarify our own eyes.
Our task is to grow out until we reach them.
R. A. Lafferty

Nature: Noble inclinations by Washington Irving

There is a serene and settled majesty to woodland scenery
that enters into the soul and delights and elevates it,
and fills it with noble inclinations.
Washington Irving

The power of love by Miguel de Cervantes

Love is influenced by no consideration,
recognizes no restraints of reason,
and is of the same nature as death,
that assails alike the lofty palaces
of kings and the humble cabins of shepherds;
and when it takes entire possession of a heart,
the first thing it does is to banish
fear and shame from it.

'Tis said of love that it sometimes goes, sometimes flies;
runs with one, walks gravely with another; turns a third
into ice, and sets a fourth in a flame: it wounds one,
another it kills: like lightning it begins
and ends in the same moment: it makes that fort yield
at night which it besieged but in the morning;
for there is no force able to resist it.
Miguel de Cervantes

The universe in Wild dance by Max Born

We have sought for firm ground and found none.
The deeper we penetrate, the more restless becomes the universe;
all is rushing about and vibrating in a wild dance.

I believe there is no philosophical high-road in science,
with epistemological signposts.
No, we are in a jungle and find our way by trial and error,
building our road behind us as we proceed.

Intellect distinguishes between the possible and the impossible;
reason distinguishes between the sensible and the senseless.
Even the possible can be senseless.
Max Born

The road of Science by Max Born

I have tried to read philosophers of all ages and have found many
illuminating ideas but no steady progress toward deeper
knowledge and understanding.

Science, however, gives me the feeling of steady progress:
I am convinced that theoretical physics is actual philosophy.
It has revolutionized fundamental concepts,e.g., about space and time
(relativity), about causality (quantum theory), and about substance
and matter (atomistics), and it has taught us new methods of thinking
(complementarity) which are applicable far beyond physics.

I believe that ideas such as absolute certitude, absolute exactness,
final truth, etc.are figments of the imagination which should not
be admissible in any field of science.
This loosening of thinking seems to me to be the greatest blessing
which modern science has given to us. For the belief in a single truth
and in being the possessor thereof is the root cause of all evil in the world.

My advice to those who which to learn the art of scientific prophesy
is not to rely on abstract reason, but to decipher the secret language
of Nature from Nature's documents: the facts of experience.
Max Born

Holding on & letting go by Rumi/ & inspirational rumi life quotes

Life is a balance between
holding on and letting go.
Rumi

Maybe you are searching among the branches,
for what only appears in the roots.
Rumi

Purify your eyes,
and see the pure world.
Your life will fill
with radiant forms.
rumi

And my heart rocked its babe of bliss by Gerald Massey

And my heart rocked its babe of bliss,
And soothed its child of air,
With something 'twixt a song and kiss,
To keep it nestling there.
Gerald Massey

A grateful loving heart by John Greenleaf Whittier

A grateful loving heart carries with it, under every
parallel of latitude,the warmth and light of the tropics.
It plants its Eden in the wilderness and solitary place,
and sows with flowers the gray desolation of rock and mosses.
John Greenleaf Whittier

Golden Lines/Vers Dorés by Gérard de Nerval

Golden Lines
Gérard de Nerval

Well, then! All is sentient!
Pythagoras

Free-thinker, Man, do you think you alone
Think, while life explodes everywhere?
Your freedom employs the powers you own,
But world is absent from all your affairs.

Respect an active spirit in the creature:
Each flower is a soul open to Nature;
In metal a mystery of love is sleeping;
‘All is sentient!’ Has power over your being.

Fear the gaze in the blind wall that watches:
There is a verb attached to matter itself…
Do not let it serve some impious purpose!

Often a hidden god inhabits obscure being;
And like an eye, born, covered by its eyelids,
Pure spirit grows beneath the surface of stones!

The original french poem

VERS DORÉS
Gérard de Nerval

Eh quoi ! tout est sensible !
Pythagore.

Homme, libre penseur ! te crois-tu seul pensant
Dans ce monde où la vie éclate en toute chose ?
Des forces que tu tiens ta liberté dispose,
Mais de tous tes conseils l’univers est absent.

Respecte dans la bête un esprit agissant :
Chaque fleur est une âme à la Nature éclose ;
Un mystère d’amour dans le métal repose ;
« Tout est sensible ! » Et tout sur ton être est puissant.

Crains, dans le mur aveugle, un regard qui t’épie :
À la matière même un verbe est attaché…
Ne le fais pas servir à quelque usage impie !

Souvent dans l’être obscur habite un Dieu caché ;
Et comme un œil naissant couvert par ses paupières,
Un pur esprit s’accroît sous l’écorce des pierres !

This is Love By Rumi /Best and inspirational selection of Rumi love poems

Music:
Soft Hands-Ali Ismael

Rumi & The Way of Spiritual Lover

This is Love
Rumi

This is love: to fly toward a secret sky,
to cause a hundred veils to fall each moment.
First, to let go of life.
In the end, to take a step without feet;
to regard this world as invisible,
and to disregard what appears to be the self.

Heart, I said, what a gift it has been
to enter this circle of lovers,
to see beyond seeing itself,
to reach and feel within the breast.

I am sculptor
Rumi

I am a sculptor, a molder of form.
In every moment I shape an idol.
But then, in front of you, I melt them down
I can rouse a hundred forms
and fill them with spirit,
but when I look into your face,
I want to throw them in the fire.
My souls spills into yours and is blended.

Because my soul has absorbed your fragrance,
I cherish it.
Every drop of blood I spill
informs the earth,
I merge with my Beloved
when I participate in love.
In this house of mud and water,
my heart has fallen to ruins.
Enter this house, my Love, or let me leave.

When the rose is gone
Rumi

When the rose is gone and the garden faded
you will no longer hear the nightingale's song.
The Beloved is all; the lover just a veil.
The Beloved is living; the lover a dead thing.

If love withholds its strengthening care,
the lover is left like a bird without care,
the lover is left like a bird without wings.

How will I be awake and aware
if the light of the Beloved is absent?
Love wills that this Word be brought forth.

Because I cannot sleep
Rumi

Because I cannot sleep
I make music at night.
I am troubled by the one
whose face has the color of spring flowers.
I have neither sleep nor patience,
neither a god reputation nor disgrace.
A thousand robes of wisdom are gone.
All my good manners have moved a thousand miles away.
The heart and the mind are left angry with each other.
The starts and the moon are envious of each other.

Because of this alienation the physical universe
is getting tighter and tighter.
The moon says, "How long will I remain
suspended without a sun?"
Without Love's jewel inside of me,
let the bazaar of my existence by destroyed stone by stone.

O Love, You who have been called by a thousand names,
You who know how to pour the wine
into the chalice of the body,
You who give culture to a thousand cultures,

You who are faceless but have a thousand faces,
O Love, You who shape the faces
of Turks, Europeans, and Zanzibaris,
give me a glass from Your bottle,
or a handful of bheng from Your Branch.
Remove the cork once more.

Then we'll see a thousand chiefs prostrate themselves,
and a circle of ecstatic troubadours will play.
Then the addict will be freed of craving.
and will be resurrected,
and stand in awe till Judgement Day.

Some famous Quotes From The Novel "Thus Spoke Zarathustra" by Friedrich Nietzsche

Excerpts from The novel
"Thus Spoke Zarathustra"
Friedrich Nietzsche

You look up when you wish to be exalted.
And I look down because I am exalted.

German text:
Ihr seht nach oben, wenn ihr nach Erhebung verlangt.
Und ich sehe hinab, weil ich erhoben bin.


But it is the same with man as with the tree.
The more one seeks to rise into height and light,
the more vigorously do ones roots struggle earthward,
downward, into the dark, the deep — into evil.

German text:
Es ist mit dem Menschen wie mit dem Baume.
Je mehr er hinauf in die Höhe und Helle will,
um so stärker streben seine Wurzeln erdwärts,
abwärts, in's Dunkle, Tiefe, — in's Böse.

I know of the hatred and envy of your hearts.
You are not great enough not to know hatred and envy.
Then be great enough not to be ashamed of them!

German text:
Ich weiss um den Hass und Neid eures Herzens.
Ihr seid nicht gross genug, um Hass und Neid nicht zu kennen.
So seid denn gross genug, euch ihrer nicht zu schämen!

This is the manner of noble souls: they do not want to have
anything for nothing; least of all, life.

Whoever is of the mob wants to live for nothing; we others,
however, to whom life gave itself, we always think about
what we might best give in return.
One should not wish to enjoy where one does not give joy.

German text:
Also will es die Art edler Seelen: sie wollen Nichts umsonst
haben, am wenigsten das Leben.

Wer vom Pöbel ist, der will umsonst leben; wir anderen aber,
denen das Leben sich gab – wir sinnen immer darüber, was wir
am besten dagegen geben!

Home in motion by Leigh Hunt

Traveling in the company of those
we love is home in motion.
Leigh Hunt

Two Worlds by leigh hunt

There are two worlds:
The world that we can measure with line and rule,
and the world we feel with our hearts and imaginations.
Leigh Hunt

The mission of those who love mankind by Umberto Eco

Perhaps the mission of those who love mankind is to make people
laugh at the truth, to make truth laugh, because the only truth
lies in learning to free ourselves from insane passion for the truth.
Umberto Eco