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Quotes, misquotes, and other soulful words................

"Life engenders life....Energy creates energy....It is by spending oneself that one becomes rich."
 
                                                   -Sarah Bernhardt-
 
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May Love

Deep and restless you are...Like the ocean

Happy and hopeful...Like the laughter of children

Limitless and free...like a misted horizon

May love enter you lightly, and dwell in you like a friend.

Breathless and fragrent...Like the breeze across a valley

A heart as big...as the heavens above

Sparkeling and glittering...Like the nights first star

May love enter you softly and fill your heart with light.

Courageous and humble...Like a bright warrior

Generous and gentle...like the rays of the sun

Whispered and intimate...like secret winds across leaves

May love enter you tenderly, and brush your spirit with it's wings.

Warm and bright...like the flame on a candle

Tinted and magical...Like the skies rainbow

Tested and true...Like the love of God

May love enter you completely, and accompany you on your path.

May love enter you lightly, and dwell in you like a friend.

May love enter you softly and fill your heart with light.

May love enter you tenderly, and brush your spirit with it's wings.

May love enter you completely, and accompany you on your path.

May life touch you with love...

Engulf you with it's power...

May it cast out your fears...

Drive darkness from your being...

May you live forever...In the light of love.

From T.S. Eliot's Four Quartets
 
I Said to my soul, be still, and wait without hope...For hope would be hope for the wrong thing; wait...without love...For love would be love of the wrong thing; There is yet faith...But faith and the love and the hope are all in the waiting. Wait without thought, for you are not ready for thoughts; To arrive where you are, to get from where you are not, You must go by the way wherein there is no ecstasy. In order to arrive at what you do not know...You must go by a way which is the way of ignorance. In order to possess what you do not possess....You must go by the way of dispossession.
 
What does this mean to you?

Don’t let anyone ever tell you

Don’t Let anyone ever tell you, I’m not here,

I have been here from the beginning;

I have dreamt for you and cried for you,

I have carried your burdens, tried to find a way:

Don’t let anyone ever tell you, I have run from you,

I worry for you, and cut my days short for you:

My nights I long for you, my body cries for you:

I care when you suffer, I share your pain:

Don’t let anyone ever tell you I have abandoned you,

It is not true, you are with me now:

My heart feels you here, I sense your presence,

I carry your spirit in my hands.

Don’t let anyone tell you I don’t love you,

No one soul has loved you more than I:

I want your happiness, it is more important than mine,

Loving you has made me whole again:

Don’t let anyone ever tell you I don’t need you,

You are my fire in the long cold winter:

How I wish I could always take your wounds upon myself,

Rather than see you suffer one day of your life:

Don’t let anyone ever tell you I don’t want you,

My mouth yearns for your lips:

I wish I could touch you now, show you how much my love,

Rather than spend one more day without you:

And don’t let anyone ever tell you,

That my distance from you is a reason to mourn,

I carry your love within my heart, it beats with mine,

My thoughts will carry you with me, eternally

 

Tracey-Lee Newson

2004

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It was a Beautiful night...Light's were flashing in the air...

When He Got behind the wheel...like he didn't care...

He was two sheets to the wind...drinking with his Friends...

Put the petal to the metal...and screamed into the night...

And little did he know...When he rounded that bend...

That under the winter sky....a life would end...

He just put the petal to the metal...and kept screaming into the night...

Somewhere in the distance...

Came the chilling sound...

The cry of a woman...

the death of a child.......

He put the petal to the metal...

and screamed into the night......

By~~~~Cody Thomas Newson/Age 10

Tucked away in our subconscious is an idyllic vision.

We see ourselves on a long trip that spans the continent...

But uppermost in our minds is the final destination...

Sooner or later we must realize there is no station,

No one place to arrive at once and for all.

The try joy of life is that trip.

 

                              -From the poem The Station Robert. J. Hastings-

Whenever we try to pick out anything by itself, we find it hitched to everything in the universe....
 
                                                                   -Deepak Chopra-