Month: January 2012

chaos and its need for a frame

  • On this earth, a name and language give a frame
    In which we can create and find a local home.
    We are very near to chaos and its fears
    As we lie beside our mother wrapped in shawls of tears
    But blind chaos can find a form truly its own,
    Creating patterns out of dark and wild unknown.
    You become a person ,for a time to be alone,
    Until love comes along when you are but half grown
    With some struggle,and great care, a new shape grows,
    In which love’s twoness and its oneness both are shown.
    Out of blankness grows a living new design
    When what’s yours is mine and I’m yours for a time,
    Inside that chrysalis we may feel despair,
    Not knowing that our new creation’s near.
    First blackness dissolution,then new form—-,
    With joy at last ,we fly into the dawn

Join the Quiet Revolution! Read Quiet: The Power of Introverts in a World that Can’t Stop Talking . Visit http://www.thepowerofintroverts.com – By Susan Cain, Introversion Expert

Join the Quiet Revolution! Read Quiet: The Power of Introverts in a World that Can’t Stop Talking . Visit http://www.thepowerofintroverts.com – By Susan Cain, Introversion Expert

The line of your lips is finely made

The line of your lips is finely made,
as suffering accepted has transmuted pain
into a sculptor who
has given you much beauty;
yet the pain has shaped too
the eyes setting,
as if a slight question waits
in the back of your mind
asking,is this right?
and I perceive this and how you may suddenly tremble
with a memory too piercing;
yet how you love
the world so broken,
so humane
so vulnerable
so strong.
what are you saying to me?
I gather you ask me this:
Is it good to be alive?

Examples of Sonnets : Poetry through the Ages

Examples of Sonnets : Poetry through the Ages: From Sonnets
William Shakespeare (1564-1616)

From fairest creatures we desire increase,
That thereby beauty’s rose might never die.
But as the riper should by time decease,
His tender heir might bear his memory:
But thou, contracted to thine own bright eyes,
Feed’st thy light’s flame with self-substantial fuel,
Making a famine where abundance lies,
Thyself thy foe, to thy sweet self too cruel.
Thou that art now the world’s fresh ornament
And only herald to the gaudy spring,
Within thine own bud buriest thy content
And, tender churl, mak’st waste in niggarding.
Pity the world, or else this glutton be,
To eat the world’s due, by the grave and thee

Question of the Week: Do Atheists and Believers Need Each Other? – By Susan Cain, Introversion Expert

Question of the Week: Do Atheists and Believers Need Each Other? – By Susan Cain, Introversion Expert: religion, not all humans have the same one. On the contrary, we have two seemingly

January song

winter flowers

Winter weather,frosty skies,
See white geese and silver stars.
Two cooing doves with collars red,
Watching out for seeded bread.
From the sun ,low in the sky,
Light falls slantwise to my eyes.
Trees bud though invisibly,
Nothing that our eyes might see.
Bulbs shoot up from dark cold soil
Where worms and beetles quietly toil.
We take for granted air and sky,
Love the birds we see fly by
But who loves the worms and slugs
And those creatures known as bugs?
So in our dark. cold winter time,
Praise these creatures in the grime.
Without these worms ,our crops would die.
No cornfields for us to lie,
‘Midst the poppies bright red flowers,
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Revelling in soft summery bowers.
Praise the snails and bees and ants
For these and spiders,let’s give thanks.
Yet summer lightness needs the dark.
From darkness come life giving sparks.
Enrich darkness with our gifts.
Look not always to the swift.
Slow and patient like these worms………………………..
Nature’s lowness is my theme.