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March 29, 2020 at 9:29 AM #308213Suzanne MarescaKeymaster
Reader Jean sent this in today ~
❤️ ❤️
“And when the curve of contagion goes down
and governments announce that ‘we have done it’
please please
do not return to immortality
don’t put on the invincible suit again.
of unbreakable
of insufferable
do not forget what you have felt
please please
be vulnerable forever
Keep singing on the balconies
Keep applauding the cleaning ladies
to the cashiers, to your mothers
do not forget that you are only human
that you are fragile
that you are finite
and take care of life, the planet
and to all the beings of the world
until the day of your death
as if you learned something “.– Jules Heme
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March 29, 2020 at 2:26 PM #308243tesmareeParticipant
”jeg lukker et øye
og ser halvt
jeg lukker begge
og ser alt”Written by a Norwegian song writer, it translates
I close one eye
And see half
I close both
And see everythingI love this insightful phrase. (I love Norway in general)
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March 30, 2020 at 9:13 AM #308297OneRayLoveParticipant
Love that too! Sooo deep and true, you can almost hear the silence 😉
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March 29, 2020 at 3:20 PM #308247Suzanne MarescaKeymaster
I love that!
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March 30, 2020 at 11:26 AM #308300tesmareeParticipant
An English song by the same band. Not quite sure about the exact meaning of each line, but it seems to describe the decline of our society and the need for a “renaissance”.
The Modern End
Camera angles
Decadence of a dying world
Matchsticks – long dark corridors
They got the urge to die young
DeepblueletteringCarousels and fireworks
Ferris wheels are spinning
In the arc-lite cityDo they know they have slept for so long?
Do they know the taste of their tongue?
Do they know they’re trapped?Let’s celebrate the modern end
Let the world begin again
Celebrate the renaissance man-
March 31, 2020 at 5:46 AM #308338OneRayLoveParticipant
I can’t see, if I am not looking
I can’t hear, if I am not listening
I can’t receive, if I am not accepting
I can’t serve, if I am not offeringI can BE ALL, I desire
I can choose ALL
I can choose Nothing
I can choose ALL in betweenI am the LIGHT
I am the LOVE
I am-
March 31, 2020 at 12:08 PM #308358tesmareeParticipant
Accepting and offering can be difficult, indeed…
Thank you 🙂
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March 31, 2020 at 3:29 PM #308370Suzanne MarescaKeymaster
Did you write that, OneRayLove?
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April 1, 2020 at 1:11 AM #308392OneRayLoveParticipant
Hahaha Suzanne. Was wondering that myself. I received it while starting writing. The last part should definitely be credited to Blossoms – Federations of Light. Possibly they inspired me as well.
I just admire the beauty, purity and essence of it, feeling blessed for being allowed to pass it on.
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April 1, 2020 at 2:30 AM #308395OneRayLoveParticipant
Another one, simply because I feel inspired
Kings above men
Judges above sinners
Saviors above victims
Heroes above braves
Healers above sickSheppard among sheep
Pupil among teachers
Master among angelsLight over dark
Love over all🙂
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April 2, 2020 at 3:06 AM #308445tesmareeParticipant
Whispers in a dream
The world is quiet and waiting
And all around the air is still
Then sings the angel
When all has come to pass
The storm has breathed it’s last
And the rain has washed our fears away
Love will fall
Whispers in the wind
The clouds part to let the light in
And all around the people sigh
As birds take to the sky
When all has come to pass
The storm has breathed it’s last
And the rain has washed our fears away
Love will fall
On us all
The world will smile againHayley Westenra’s lyrics to ”Gabriel’s Oboe”
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April 2, 2020 at 6:53 AM #308449MaryParticipant
A New World Is Born
(You’ll sing in the sunshine)Reaching out / Light is here
Letting go / Leave the fear
Stepping out / hold me tight!
Light has won / dark to light!Bolster my courage / fan my trust
Let me see / the worst, I must
Like a wound / festers with time
Opened to air / the goodness shinesThe worst is here / my heart cries, “No!”
God and the angels / say “Make it so!”
The wound is open / the cleanse is done
And now the world / may live as one!The wounds have healed / the new astounds
New life has come / and Joy abounds!
Our courage and trust / have made it so
As it is above / so it is below!-
April 2, 2020 at 7:05 AM #308450OneRayLoveParticipant
Beautiful!! Applause … Love it! Thanks
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April 2, 2020 at 8:03 AM #308457tesmareeParticipant
A powerful poem. Thanks 🙂
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April 2, 2020 at 7:16 AM #308451MaryParticipant
Thank you, OneRayLove! Mary
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April 2, 2020 at 10:38 AM #308465MaryParticipant
Thank you tesmaree. Nice to meet you and OneRayLove! Mary
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April 4, 2020 at 1:48 PM #308598tesmareeParticipant
We were born to live
With the miracles of that time
Never to forget ourselves
Forevermore
We were born to live
For that one moment
In which everyone of us felt
How precious life is(German:
Wir waren geboren um zu leben
Mit den Wundern jeder Zeit
Sich niemals zu vergessen
Bis in aller Ewigkeit
Wir waren geboren um zu leben
Für den einen Augenblick
Bei dem jeder von uns spürte
Wie wertvoll Leben ist)Unheilig (German artist)
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April 4, 2020 at 10:24 PM #308625OneRayLoveParticipant
Another great poem Tesmaree, thanks. I feel blessed being able also to understand the German version.
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April 5, 2020 at 3:36 AM #308633tesmareeParticipant
You are dutch, right? I do also understand some dutch in writing, but I can’t speak it.
To be honest, I am a little conflicted about posting German, my own relation to and view on Germany being complex.-
April 5, 2020 at 10:25 AM #308653OneRayLoveParticipant
Hi Tesmaree. I think there is much common ground for mutual experience and understanding.
Possibly a chat to chat would work better. Let’s wait and see if our path’s will move closer. I requested a Private Mail functionality, so we could exchange social media info. I would be willing to give you mine for sure.
Love you
Ra~Luv
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April 5, 2020 at 10:49 AM #308660tesmareeParticipant
Good idea! : – )
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April 5, 2020 at 11:28 AM #308663Suzanne MarescaKeymaster
We’re looking into it right now, and it may be a plug-in we have to purchase. Being able to connect outside of this forum would certainly be a valuable thing to provide. There’ll be a post on the blog when we work out how best to bring that to fruition.
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April 6, 2020 at 2:04 PM #308742hbailey94Participant
Here are a few poems I wrote about God:
Oh Holy One of the universe!
May your presence be exalted high.
May your name be sung in my heart.
Oh great Father, Mother be with me all my days and after.
Your beauty bathes me in love,
Your scent fills my lungs.
Your radiance is found in a flower.
Your expression I see in my sister.
To know you so close is my greatest love.
Your love is in sacred union.
To laugh with you is to know joy.
To weep with you is to see comfort.
Each moment I see with you is perfected.
You are my loyalist friend.
How wonderful you are above all else.#2
What beautiful and strong hands!
They lift me up
and honor me with wine
They knead my body when I am wearyWho could read their lines?
Or fathom their loveIn both light and darkness
you hold meYou make my hands in your image
and hide my life in my palmsHow mighty are your finger tips!
And sensitive is your touchFrom everlasting to everlasting
Your hand guides me through with understanding -
April 6, 2020 at 2:11 PM #308743hbailey94Participant
This is one I wrote about the ups and downs of fulfilling your purpose.
You Can’t Kill My Purpose
I started as a beautiful letter
handwrittenA crease was folded over me
to protect my intentionI was sent in the mail
dropped in the gutter
and left to soak up
the muddy water that
stood still thereThen the wind picked me up
and flew me to the streeta couple walked by
but didn’t notice me
the sun shone down and
dried meA man in his wheelchair rolled by
and I thought he would forget me soon
but he decided to turn around
and pick me upWhat happened next is
private
but I can say I am well read
perhaps not originally
but rewritten
and added tooand it has all been worth it
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April 6, 2020 at 2:47 PM #308751Catherine VielModerator
From the Paradise Found store’s newsletter today:
Do not try to save
the whole world
or do anything grandiose.
Instead, create
a clearing
in the dense forest
of your life
and wait there
patiently,
until the song
that is yours alone to sing
falls into your open cupped hands
and you recognize and greet it.
Only then will you know
how to give yourself
to this world so worthy of rescue.~Martha Postlethwaite
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April 7, 2020 at 10:12 AM #308797MaryParticipant
Catherine, I love this. That is what we’re doing right now, I think. It is overwhelming to think I have to save the whole world when the one thing that is mine to give is really all I have to give. We are in the process of discovering this for each of us. What a gift that is!
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April 7, 2020 at 7:52 PM #308829Catherine VielModerator
Glad you enjoyed it, Mary (my middle name, BTW).
May our poetry never fail us, in the writing, or the reading, or simply the passing along to share, as we do here.
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April 8, 2020 at 7:12 AM #308845LovebugParticipant
Catherine, in an effort towards full disclosure, when I signed up for the forums the name Lovebug popped into my head. Later, I decided to use my real name, Mary. Apparently this can’t be fixed so when I’m on my Fire, I’m Lovebug and when on my computer, I’m Mary. At least you know where I am! 😛
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April 8, 2020 at 7:53 PM #308891Catherine VielModerator
I’ll just think of you as Mary the Lovebug. 😘
Thanks for the full disclosure!
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April 9, 2020 at 12:40 AM #308899OneRayLoveParticipant
Do not know if quotes fall into the poetry category, but anyway … had this one this morning.
The only “real” illusion is LOVE
and your desire to BE conscious about it.-
April 9, 2020 at 2:05 PM #308938Catherine VielModerator
I’ve always believed that poetry is whatever we say it is. So I reckon your stanza qualifies, my friend.
Blessings!
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April 10, 2020 at 1:48 PM #309029tesmareeParticipant
Outside of the Gate (“Easter Walk”)
translated by Edgar Alfred Bowring(Osterspaziergang
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe (1749-1832))From the ice they are freed, the stream and brook,
by the Spring’s enlivening, lovely look;
the valley’s green with joys of hope;
the Winter old and weak ascends back
to the rugged mountain slope.From there, as he flees, he downward sends
an impotent shower of icy hail
streaking over the verdant vale.
Ah! but the sun will suffer no white,
growth and formation stir everywhere,
twould fain with colours make all things bright,
though in the landscape are no blossoms fair.
Instead it takes gay-decked humanity.Now turn around and from this height,
looking backward, townward see.
Forth from the cave-like, gloomy gate
crowds a motley and swarming array.
Everyone suns himself gladly today.
The Risen Lord they celebrate,
for they themselves have now arisen
from lowly houses’ mustiness,
from handicraft’s and factory’s prison,
from the roof and gables that oppress,
from the bystreets’ crushing narrowness,
from the churches’ venerable night,
they are all brought out into light. -
April 11, 2020 at 3:04 AM #309048OneRayLoveParticipant
Thanks Tesmaree. Looked up the German version first … Made me get the essence …then the English version … made me realise my limitation for both languages … especially when it comes to poetry hahaha
Still love you and thanks for having me make an effort 🙂
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April 11, 2020 at 3:46 AM #309049tesmareeParticipant
Looked up the German version first … Made me get the essence
Original versions are always better. Few poems can be translated properly. But I think the English version also transfers this feeling of reflief and light after a long time of cold and darkness : – )
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April 11, 2020 at 10:36 AM #309059Catherine VielModerator
Tesmaree and Ralph—I confess to the low vibration of jealousy that you are so very multilingual! Reminds me how lacking the American educational system is. I can get by in Spanish but poetry would be beyond me.
Maybe soon we’ll all be telepathic and have an internal universal translator.😘
Blessings,
Catherine-
April 11, 2020 at 11:30 AM #309061tesmareeParticipant
you are so very multilingual!
Ha ha, I wish!
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April 11, 2020 at 1:12 PM #309064Catherine VielModerator
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April 13, 2020 at 4:54 PM #309169Catherine VielModerator
“Easter, 1916” by W.B. Yeats. I’m posting this because the line “A terrible beauty is born” kept running through my head today. I feel that we and the world are all “changed, changed utterly,” and what’s happening, while terrible in many ways, is also profoundly beautiful.
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He, too, has resigned his part
In the casual comedy;
He, too, has been changed in his turn,
Transformed utterly:
A terrible beauty is born.[complete poem]
Easter, 1916
William Butler YeatsI have met them at close of day
Coming with vivid faces
From counter or desk among grey
Eighteenth-century houses.
I have passed with a nod of the head
Or polite meaningless words,
Or have lingered awhile and said
Polite meaningless words,
And thought before I had done
Of a mocking tale or a gibe
To please a companion
Around the fire at the club,
Being certain that they and I
But lived where motley is worn:
All changed, changed utterly:
A terrible beauty is born.That woman’s days were spent
In ignorant good-will,
Her nights in argument
Until her voice grew shrill.
What voice more sweet than hers
When, young and beautiful,
She rode to harriers?
This man had kept a school
And rode our wingèd horse;
This other his helper and friend
Was coming into his force;
He might have won fame in the end,
So sensitive his nature seemed,
So daring and sweet his thought.
This other man I had dreamed
A drunken, vainglorious lout.
He had done most bitter wrong
To some who are near my heart,
Yet I number him in the song;
He, too, has resigned his part
In the casual comedy;
He, too, has been changed in his turn,
Transformed utterly:
A terrible beauty is born.Hearts with one purpose alone
Through summer and winter seem
Enchanted to a stone
To trouble the living stream.
The horse that comes from the road,
The rider, the birds that range
From cloud to tumbling cloud,
Minute by minute they change;
A shadow of cloud on the stream
Changes minute by minute;
A horse-hoof slides on the brim,
And a horse plashes within it;
The long-legged moor-hens dive,
And hens to moor-cocks call;
Minute by minute they live:
The stone’s in the midst of all.Too long a sacrifice
Can make a stone of the heart.
O when may it suffice?
That is Heaven’s part, our part
To murmur name upon name,
As a mother names her child
When sleep at last has come
On limbs that had run wild.
What is it but nightfall?
No, no, not night but death;
Was it needless death after all?
For England may keep faith
For all that is done and said.
We know their dream; enough
To know they dreamed and are dead;
And what if excess of love
Bewildered them till they died?
I write it out in a verse—
MacDonagh and MacBride
And Connolly and Pearse
Now and in time to be,
Wherever green is worn,
Are changed, changed utterly:
A terrible beauty is born.***
For more about the poem (and the poet), see poetryfoundation.org.-
April 14, 2020 at 4:16 AM #309203OneRayLoveParticipant
Thanks Catherine. I have to admit to be “new” at poetry. There is a new world to discover. Happy to have some friends who can show me some exceptional art already. Point it out as it where.
Love you
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April 14, 2020 at 7:30 PM #309229Catherine VielModerator
Dear Ralph—sometimes, only poetry will suffice. The reading or the writing. It’s a lot like music in that it is a distillation of emotions, events, etc., a way to pack a lot into a small, intensely meaningful package.
Enjoy the discovery.😘
Blessings!
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April 17, 2020 at 10:08 AM #309317OneRayLoveParticipant
Contribution from my Spanish friend.
Tantos sueños frustrados
Tantos dones olvidados
Tantas lagrimas sangrantes
Que hoy me cuesta creer
Que alguien pueda amarmeSoledad llegaste sin buscarte
Te adueñaste de todos mi espacios
Me hiciste compañía en amargas noches oscuras
Y hoy que veo una posibilidad de ser feliz no sé si correr a ella o simplemente huirLUZ
(English translation)
So many frustrated dreams
So many forgotten gifts
So many bleeding tears
So hard to believe today
Someone can love meLoneliness came without looking
You took over my space completely
You kept me company on bitter dark nights
Now I see a possibility of being happy
I don’t know whether to run to it or awayLUZ
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April 17, 2020 at 1:44 PM #309322PathleaderParticipant
Beautiful Ralph. Poetry inspires my feelings, music enhances my soul and I can feel the compassion in those that write from the heart.
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April 21, 2020 at 8:12 AM #309531Catherine VielModerator
From the Paradise Found store’s newsletter this morning.
I am a Being of Light
and my vibration matters.
I am a Being of Light
and my thoughts matter.
I am a Being of Light
and my words matter.
I am a Being of Light
and my actions matter.
I am a Being of Light
and my creation matters.
I am a Being of Light
and my prayers matter.
I am a Being of Light
my Love matters.—Dani Lou
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April 27, 2020 at 2:05 PM #309776tesmareeParticipant
We no longer need to fear arguments, confrontations or any kind of problems with ourselves or others. Even stars collide, and out of their crashing new worlds are born.
Charlie Chaplin
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April 27, 2020 at 2:28 PM #309777Catherine VielModerator
Perfect!!
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April 28, 2020 at 7:17 AM #309784OtterParticipant
Yes! Thank you for that one Tess. Made my day!
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July 28, 2020 at 9:25 AM #312265NextLevelParticipant
In loving recognition of all the Light warriors around Gaia who have courageously and selflessly battled the Dark Ones in their mission to anchor the Light and Truth of the Divine plan on Nova Earth during this shift of the Ages.
Soul Amplifiers
as amplifiers… in this holographic field…our true authentic nature is lovingly revealed…
through Adamantine particles, Divine builders of form…
the children of God are miraculously born…
Yes we are the ones, ancient and old…
that the Aztecs, the Incas and Mayans foretold…
This is our time… as prophecy reveals…
the Bringers of Light… to transmute this quantum field…
yes we are like Merlin… alchemists at heart♥…
morphing base metal is our spiritual art…
but in the fullness of time, when this story is told…
by future generations as yet to unfold…
they’ll remember our valor… as warriors of light…
as Gaia’s loyal ground crew during that longest dark night…
for as we vanquished those villains, the Dark Ones of war…
We anchored True Love through our Sacred Heart’s door…
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July 31, 2020 at 11:46 AM #312361NextLevelParticipant
A wise farmer once said, a successful gardener knows… that his plants cannot grow where the sunlight does not show…
Through the light of our intentions, where we plant our focus, is that which we amplify, that which we grow…
In the fertile ground of our own victory garden, love, compassion and kindness are the nutrients that help produce the greatess bloom and the sweetest fruit…
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