Isle of Inisfree Lyrics by Celtic Woman

Isle of Inisfree
Celtic Woman

I've met some folks who say that I'm a dreamer,
And I've no doubt there's truth in what they say,
But sure a body's bound to be a dreamer,
When all the things he loves are far away.
And precious things are dreams unto an exile.
They take him o'er the land across the sea
Especially when it happens he's an exile,
From that dear lovely Isle of Inisfree.

And when the moonlight peeps across the rooftops,
Of this great city, wondrous though it be,
I scarcely feel its wonder or its laughter...
I'm once again back home in Inisfree.

I wander o'er green hills through dreamy valleys,
And find a peace no other land would know.
I hear the birds make music fit for angels,
And watch the rivers laughing as they flow.
And then into a humble shack I wander
My dear old home and tenderly behold,
The folks I love around the turf fire, gathered.
On bended knees, their rosary is told.

But dreams don't last
Though dreams are not forgotten
And soon I'm back to stern reality.
But though they pave the footways here with gold dust,
I still would choose my Isle of Inisfree.

Tiny Feet by Gabriela Mistral

Tiny Feet
Gabriela Mistral
Translated by Mary Gallwey

A child’s tiny feet,
Blue, blue with cold,
How can they see and not protect you?
Oh, my God!
Tiny wounded feet,
Bruised all over by pebbles,
Abused by snow and soil!

Man, being blind, ignores
that where you step, you leave
A blossom of bright light,
that where you have placed
your bleeding little soles
a redolent tuberose grows.

Since, however, you walk
through the streets so straight,
you are courageous, without fault.

Child’s tiny feet,
Two suffering little gems,
How can the people pass, unseeing.

Poem Holding Its Heart In One Fist by Jane hirshfield

Guy Rose Art

Poem Holding Its Heart In One Fist
Jane hirshfield

Each pebble in this world keeps
its own counsel.

Certain words–these, for instance–
may be keeping a pronoun hidden.
Perhaps the lover’s you
or the solipsist’s I.
Perhaps the philosopher’s willowy it.

The concealment plainly delights.

Even a desk will gather
its clutch of secret, half-crumpled papers,
eased slowly, over years,
behind the backs of drawers.

Olives adrift in the altering brine-bath
etch onto their innermost pits
a few furrowed salts that will never
be found by the tongue.

Yet even with so much withheld,
so much unspoken,
potatoes are cooked with butter and parsley,
and buttons affixed to their sweater.
Invited guests arrive, then dutifully leave.

And this poem, afterward, washes its breasts
with soap and trembling hands, disguising nothing.

Wisdom quotes by Louisa May Alcott

Guy Cambier Art

I ask not for any crown
But that which all may win;
Nor try to conquer any world
Except the one within.
Louisa May Alcott

If I can do no more, let my name stand among
those who are willing to bear ridicule and
reproach for the truth's sake, and so earn some
right to rejoice when the victory is won.
Louisa May Alcott

Love is the only thing that we can carry with us when we go, and it makes the end so easy.
Louisa May Alcott

On love by Ram Dass

The most important aspect of love is not in giving or the receiving: it's in the being. When I need love from others, or need to give love to others, I'm caught in an unstable situation. Being in love, rather than giving or taking love, is the only thing that provides stability. Being in love means seeing the Beloved all around me.
Ram Dass

How sweet the morning air is! by Arthur Conan Doyle

How sweet the morning air is! See how that one little cloud floats like a pink feather from some gigantic flamingo. Now the red rim of the sun ... shines on a good many folk, but on none, I dare bet, who are on a stranger errand than you and I. How small we feel with our petty ambitions and strivings in the presence of the great elemental forces of Nature!
Arthur Conan Doyle, Sherlock Holmes

I wish you by Sérgio Jockymann

Music:
ANDRE RIEU-Autumn Leaves

Andrei Belichenko & Maria Boohtiyarova Art

I wish you
Sérgio Jockymann
The original of the poem written in Portuguese
called 'Os Votos (Desejo)

First of all, I wish you love, and that by loving you may also be loved. But if that is not to be, then be quick in forgetting. And after you've forgotten, don't hold a grudge.

I truly wish that it doesn't happen, but if it does and you forget, may you not become desperate.

I also wish you a lot of friends, And even if they are bad and inconsequential, They should be brave and true. And, at least one, should be completely reliable.

But because life is the way it is, I also wish you enemies. Not too many or too little, just the right number, so that you will have to question your own certainties and truths.

And may there be among them at least one who is just and fair, so that you can never feel too secure in your ideas.

I wish you to be useful but not irreplaceable. And in your bad moments, when you have nothing else, that sense of usefulness will keep you on your feet.

So equally, I wish you to be tolerant. Not with those that make little mistakes, because that is easy, but with those that make a lot of mistakes and irrevocably.

Make good use of this tolerance to set an example for others.

I wish that you, being young, don't mature too quickly. And once you're mature, don't insist in being younger.

And when you're old, not feel desperate. Because each age has its pains and pleasures, and we need them both in our lives.

Also, I wish you to be sad at least one day, so on that day you may discover that to laugh everyday is good, to laugh often is boring, and to laugh constantly is insane.

I wish that you may discover with the greatest urgency that above, and in spite of everything, there are people around you who are depressed, unhappy and unjustly treated.

I wish you to caress a dog, to feed a bird and to listen to its chirp as well, as it sings triumphantly early in the morning. Because this way you will feel good for no reason.

And then I wish you may sow a seed, even if it is very small. And may you accompany its growth so that you will discover how many lives a tree is made of.

I wish as well and that you may have money, because we need to be practical. And that,at least once a year, you put some of this money in front of you and say "This is mine". So it is perfectly clear who owns whom.

Also, I wish none of your loved ones may die, But if some of them do, I wish you may cry without regret and without feeling guilty for the things you never said or the things you never did.

Finally, I wish for you that being a man, you may have a good woman and being a woman, you may have a good man. And that you love each other tomorrow and the day after, and all the days to follow. And when you both are exhausted and smiling, that there is still love to start over again.

If all these things would happen to you, Then I wish for you nothing more.