Love all, trust a few. Do wrong to none.
O Love that passeth knowledge, thee I need;
Pour in the heavenly sunshine; fill my heart;
Scatter the cloud, the doubting, and the dread —
The joy unspeakable to me impart.
“A mind that is stretched by a new experience can never go back to its old dimensions”
I long to accomplish a great and noble task, but it is my chief duty to accomplish humble tasks as though they were great and noble. The world is moved along not only by the mighty shoves of its heroes but also by the aggregate of the tiny pushes of each honest worker. ~ Helen Keller
There is in all things a pattern that is part of our universe. It has symmetry, elegance, and grace – those qualities you find always in that which the true artist captures. You can find it in the turning of the seasons, in the way sand trails along a ridge, in the branch clusters of the creosote bush or the pattern of its leaves. We try to copy these patterns in our lives and our society, seeking the rhythms, the dances, the forms that comfort. Yet, it is possible to see peril in the finding of ultimate perfection… from Frank Herbert’s Dune
from Metamorphoses / Ovid - Book 10: 59-75
This is absolutely Beautiful and Perfect!…I was daydreaming with you..I still am 🙂 Thank you for sharing this masterpiece!
I dreamed of
kings and kingdoms,
camelot and merlin –
legend forged by magic
I dreamed of knights
might find this maiden
for all this everafter
I dreamed of pearls
and whiskey –
the lazy side of summer,
news from home –
across and down
I dreamed of
a porch to wrap around us –
closing time, and
calling stars by name.
I dreamed of distant
highways, were made for
this horizon –
yet to be revealed.
I dreamed of clay
a hand to fit me walking –
miles beyond to wonder
how love feels.
I dreamed of boots
a light across the meadow –
boxes filled with treasure
I loved best.
I dreamed of
a winding path to take me,
back to the arms –
I shall rest.
This was absolutely BEAUTIFUL..sharing 🙂
Well said..Sharing and bookmarking to read again 🙂
Creation begins with a
thought, an idea, a “what if.”
Where do our ideas come from?
“Oh, our brain just sort of…I
don’t know..makes it up!” Ok,
but how does our brain “make up”
an idea it has never had? And
why do people like Thomas Edison
seem to have a superior ability
Consider the possibility that
each of us has the ability to
create and that creativity can be
cultivated, increased far beyond
where we are now.
The act of creating is like a well
loved tool; a hammer, needle and
thread, mixing bowl paint brush.
Once we understand how to use it,
there are limitless possibilities
in a variety of media. Most of us
who “dabble” in art, music, gardening,
photography, believe we may have a
little talent in these areas but
not in others. But what if talent is
not a gift but rather a…
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