Prayer lyrics Hush, lay down your troubled mind Let your arms enfold us Sleep, angels will watch over you Let your arms enfold us
by Hayley Westenra
originally composed and performed
by Secret Garden
The day has vanished and left us behind
And the wind, whispering soft lullabies
Will soothe, so close your weary eyes
Through the dark of night
Will your angels hold us
Till we see the light
And soon beautiful dreams will come true
Can you feel spirits embracing your soul
So dream while secrets of darkness unfold
Through the dark of night
Will your angels hold us
Till we see the light
Monday, October 29, 2012
Paul Cornoyer painting
It presented us with culture, with thought as something justified in itself, that is, which requires no justification but is valid by it's own essence, whatever its concrete employment and content maybe. Human life was to put itself at the service of culture because only thus would it become charged with value. From which it would follow that human life, our pure existence was, in itself, a mean and worthless thing. The characteristic note of our time is the dire truth that, the mediocre soul, the commonplace mind, knowing itself to be mediocre, has the gall to assert its right to mediocrity, and goes on to impose itself where it can.
Leonid Afremov Art
Like everybody who is not in love, he imagined that one chose the person whom one loved after endless deliberations and on the strength of various qualities and advantages. Love is that splendid triggering of human vitality … the supreme activity which nature affords anyone for going out of himself toward someone else. If we are a metaphor of the universe, the human couple is the metaphor par excellence, the point of intersection of all forces and the seed of all forms.The couple is time recaptured, the return to the time before time. loving another means letting go of all expectations. It means full acceptance, even celebration of another's personhood.
Marcel Proust
José Ortega y Gasset
Paz Octavio
Karen Casey
Sunday, October 28, 2012
I look back with gladness to the day when I found the path to the land of heart's desire, and thank Fate ceaselessly with a loud voice that she did not permit town to sap all the years away while the heart was turning to wind-voices and flower-faces and the hands of kindly earth. Earth's crammed with heaven They are times when I cannot believe I am separate from this earth, when I could swear the wind blows through me as it does the woven needles of the pine tree by the creek, when I feel my feet planted deep in the earth with the roots of trees and wildflowers, drawing essence.
George Cran
And every common bush aflame with God
But only those who see take off their shoes.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Cathy Johnson
Saturday, October 27, 2012
The tone of voice "Come here!" I sharply said, may be mild and fair For words come from the mind Whether you know it or not, Then, would you quarrels avoid
Author unknown
It's not so much what your say
As the manner in which you say it;
It's not so much the language you use
As the tone in which you convey it;
And the child cowered and wept.
"Come here," I said -
He looked and smiled
And straight to my lap he crept.
And the tone may pierce like a dart;
Words may be soft as the summer air
But the tone may break my heart;
Grow by study and art-
But tone leaps from the inner self
Revealing the state of the heart.
Whether you mean or care,
Gentleness, kindness, love, and hate,
Envy, anger, are there.
And peace and love rejoice?
Keep anger nor only out of your words -
Keep it out of your voice.
Wednesday, October 24, 2012
Pintura de Richard Johnson
Canción hacia adentro ¡No me recuerdes! ¡Siénteme! Mis dos ojos navegan Tu arco-iris de sueños en mí tiene Una vez se perdieron mis sollozos, ¡No me recuerdes! ¡Siénteme! Los ríos que me traje de mis riscos, Hay confusión de vuelos en el aire? ¡No me recuerdes! ¡Siénteme!
Poema de Julia de Burgos
Hay un sólo trino entre tu amor y mi alma.
el mismo azul sin fin donde tú danzas.
siempre pradera abierta entre montañas.
y los hallé, abrigados, en tus lágrimas.
Un ruiseñor nos tiene en su garganta.
desembocan tan sólo por tus playas.
¡El viento que nos lleva en sus sandalias !
Mientras menos me pienses, más me amas.
Decálogo del artista I. Amarás la belleza, que es la sombra de Dios sobre el Universo. II. No hay arte ateo. Aunque no ames al Creador, lo afirmarás creando a su semejanza. III. No darás la belleza como cebo para los sentidos, sino como el natural alimento del alma. IV. No te será pretexto para la lujuria ni para la vanidad, sino ejercicio divino. V. No la buscarás en las ferias ni llevarás tu obra a ellas, porque la Belleza es virgen, y la que está en las ferias no es Ella. VI. Subirá de tu corazón a tu canto y te habrá purificado a ti el primero. VII. Tu belleza se llamará también misericordia, y consolará el corazón de los hombres. VIII. Darás tu obra como se da un hijo: restando sangre de tu corazón. IX. No te será la belleza opio adormecedor, sino vino generoso que te encienda para la acción, pues si dejas de ser hombre o mujer, dejarás de ser artista. X. De toda creación saldrás con vergüenza, porque fue inferior a tu sueño, e inferior a ese sueño maravilloso de Dios, que es la Naturaleza.
Poema de Gabriela Mistral
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