Saturday, July 23, 2011
Saturday, July 9, 2011
Friday, July 8, 2011
snowy dove trooping with crow
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| Leonid Afremov Painting Viewing this...it made me remember these lines from John Keats..."Fade away, dissolve, and quite forget...the weariness, the fever and the fret." |
When goodbye is saying Hi...
Shakespeare had to put the reality of leaving into words--beautifully scribed "parting is such a sweet sorrow". When love turned his back, would you dare to utter these words? of course we are full of sorrow when our love one goes away. So human when you cry cos you are clinging to the beloved. Well, there is also a time when we need to go forward
Thursday, July 7, 2011
You are learning...
"Experience is God's school; those taught by him learn they have no wisdom by their mistakes, no strength by their slips and falls." (John Newton)
For i, myself, experienced it for the wonders of these beautiful people :)
Never I care much about people around. As long as I am fine... everything is alright. Selfish! Yes, so true. I hate attachments cos that's my issue... when I get used to you I can't get enough of you. So distance. I do create distance as I feel some thing would start on something. It's mainly because I don't want to get hurt.
Loving entails letting:laughing and crying. That's what you get when you let your heart win over your head. Over and over, I tried to teach myself how to dettached but nevervas it was I made union to people around.
This is what teaching has taught me. To adapt to the reality and to mingle with people. Teaching shapes me to be better... to expand my horizon... and go beyond limits.
Strange
For the beauty of the rhythm strikes in me, how wonderful is this life that cries out for me I am acting so strange... this is how I feel, Indeed! but I admit I love it. Am I being so selfish? too scared to give in however; I slowly just did...did but definitely in-control still. Confident of no tears this time...I once shed for someone who's unworthy they say--O guess true ... an unknown/ unexplained reason. It is every day I've becoming more of who I am when I am with you ... when I am talking to you and get to know you...broken as I do but somehow complete and anew.-- just so into you! Words would always be words but could mean more.
It's the beep that brings about the heap;
how it makes me out of seat,
when you dare not talk I missed.
It's just your bleeps that keep it lit.-- no reasons reconcile and knit.
Words of words meet, a way and gay my heart to leap.
Cherishing is some times abandoning shift;
Guilt is paid with how you greet.
You bring forth the feeling so opposite.
Thus, strange new feeling is deposit.
I may not by and by posit
A smile and smile and smile for is a habit.
This is for you. May be sounding of not in tune... feel and feel it, too.