It's Never Too Late To Have A Happy Childhood by Bruce Williamson

It's Never Too Late To Have A Happy Childhood
Bruce Williamson


Walk in the rain, jump in mud puddles, collect rocks,
rainbows and roses, smell flowers, blow bubbles, stop
along the way, build sandcastles, say hello to everyone,
go barefoot, go on adventures, act silly, fly kites,
have a merry heart, talk with animals, sing in the shower,
read childrens' books, take bubble baths, get new sneakers,
hold hands and hug and kiss, dance, laugh and cry for
the health of it, wonder and wander around, feel happy
and precious and innocent, feel scared, feel sad, feel
mad, give up worry and guilt and shame, say yes, say no,
say the magic words, ask lots of questions, ride bicycles,
draw and paint, see things differently, fall down and
get up again, look at the sky, watch the sun rise and
sun set, watch clouds and name their shapes, watch
the moon and stars come out, trust the universe, stay up
late, climb trees, daydream, do nothing and do it very well,
learn new stuff, be excited about everything, be a clown,
enjoy having a body, listen to music, find out how things
work, make up new rules, tell stories, save the world,
make friends with the other kids on the block, and do
anything else that brings more happiness, celebration,
health, love, joy, creativity, pleasure, abundance,
grace, self-esteem, courage, balance, spontaneity,
passion, beauty, peace, relaxation, communication and
life energy to ... all living beings on this planet.

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Green and nature quote by William Muir Auld

The graceful custom of the use of evergreens has
its roots in the profound reverence of the Ancients
for all natural phenomena. To their simple and
unartificial minds, Nature was everywhere alive.
Every fountain had its spirit, every mountain its
deity, and every water, grove, and meadow, its
supernatural associations. The whisperings
of the trees through their leafy boughs was
the subtle speech of the god who dwelt within,
while the sound of the waves breaking over
the pebbly beach was the joyous laughter
of the divinities of the sea.
William Muir Auld

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A Forest Hymn by William Cullen Bryant

From"A Forest Hymn"
William Cullen Bryant

There have been holy men who hid themselves
Deep in the woody wilderness, and gave
Their lives to thought and prayer, till they outlived
The generation born with them, nor seemed
Less aged than the hoary trees and rocks
Around them;—and there have been holy men
Who deemed it were not well to pass life thus.

But let me often to these solitudes
Retire, and in thy presence reassure
My feeble virtue. Here its enemies,
The passions, at thy plainer footsteps shrink
And tremble and are still. O God! when thou
Dost scare the world with tempests, set on fire
The heavens with falling thunderbolts, or fill,
With all the waters of the firmament,

The swift dark whirlwind that uproots the woods
And drowns the villages; when, at thy call,
Uprises the great deep and throws himself
Upon the continent, and overwhelms
Its cities—who forgets not, at the sight
Of these tremendous tokens of thy power,
His pride, and lays his strifes and follies by?

O, from these sterner aspects of thy face
Spare me and mine, nor let us need the wrath
Of the mad, unchainèd elements to teach
Who rules them. Be it ours to meditate,
In these calm shades, thy milder majesty,
And to the beautiful order of thy works
Learn to conform the order of our lives.

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She was a Phantom of delight by Willam wordsworth/Woman poem

William Clarke Wontner

She was a Phantom of delight
William Wordsworth

SHE was a Phantom of delight
When first she gleam'd upon my sight;
A lovely Apparition, sent
To be a moment's ornament:
Her eyes as stars of twilight fair;
Like twilight's, too, her dusky hair;
But all things else about her drawn
From May-time and the cheerful dawn;
A dancing shape, an image gay,
To haunt, to startle, and waylay.

I saw her upon nearer view,
A Spirit, yet a Woman too!
Her household motions light and free,
And steps of virgin liberty;
A countenance in which did meet
Sweet records, promises as sweet;
A creature not too bright or good
For human nature's daily food,
For transient sorrows, simple wiles,
Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles.

And now I see with eye serene
The very pulse of the machine;
A being breathing thoughtful breath,
A traveller between life and death:
The reason firm, the temperate will,
Endurance, foresight, strength, and skill;
A perfect Woman, nobly plann'd
To warn, to comfort, and command;
And yet a Spirit still, and bright
With something of an angel light.

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The right and spiritual path quote by Paulo Coleho

We can never judge the lives of others, because each
person knows only their own pain and renunciation.
It's one thing to feel that you are on the right path,
but it's another to think that yours is the only path.
Paulo Coelho

The two hardest tests on the spiritual road are the patience
to wait for the right moment and the courage not to be
disappointed with what we encounter.
Paulo Coelho

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Gravity's law by Rainer Maria Rilke

Gravity's law
Book of Hours II, 16
Rainer Maria Rilke
(Rilke's Book of Hours: Love Poems to God,
translated by Anita Barrows and Joanna Macy)


How surely gravity's law,
strong as an ocean current,
takes hold of even the strongest thing
and pulls it toward the heart of the world.

Each thing -
each stone, blossom, child -
is held in place.
Only we, in our arrogance,
push out beyond what we belong to
for some empty freedom.

If we surrendered
to earth's intelligence
we could rise up rooted, like trees.

Instead we entangle ourselves
in knots of our own making
and struggle, lonely and confused.

So, like children, we begin again
to learn from the things,
because they are in God's heart;
they have never left him.

This is what the things can teach us:
to fall,
patiently to trust our heaviness.
Even a bird has to do that
before he can fly.

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Eagle Poem by Joy Harjo/Inspiring spiritual poem

Eagle Poem
Joy Harjo

To pray you open your whole self
To sky, to earth, to sun, to moon
To one whole voice that is you.
And know there is more
That you can't see, can't hear
Can't know except in moments
Steadily growing, and in languages
That aren't always sound but other
Circles of motion.
Like eagle that Sunday morning
Over Salt River. Circles in blue sky
In wind, swept our hearts clean
With sacred wings.
We see you, see ourselves and know
That we must take the utmost care
And kindness in all things.
Breathe in, knowing we are made of
All this, and breathe, knowing
We are truly blessed because we
Were born, and die soon, within a
True circle of motion,
Like eagle rounding out the morning
Inside us.
We pray that it will be done
In beauty.
In beauty.

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