AG wherever you are

The Tiger
by Pablo Neruda


I am the tiger,
I lie in wait for you among leaves
broad as ingots
of wet mineral.

The white river grows
beneath the fog. You come.

Naked you submerge.
I wait.

Then in a leap
of fire, blood, teeth,
with a claw slash I tear away
your bosom, your hips.

I drink your blood, I break
your limbs one by one.

And I remain watching
for years in the forest
over your bones, your ashes,
motionless, far
from hatred and anger,
disarmed in your death,
crossed by lianas,
motionless in the rain,
relentless sentinel
of my murderous love.

Lives
by Pablo Neruda

Ah how ill at ease sometimes
I feel you are
with me, victor among men!

Because you do not know
that with me were victorious
thousands of faces that you can not see,
thousands of feet and hearts that marched with me,
that I am not,
that I do not exist,
that I am only the front of those who go with me,
that I am stronger
because I bear in me
not my little life
but all the lives
and I walk steadily forward
because I have a thousand eyes,
I strike with the weight of a rock
because I have a thousand hands
and my voice is heard on the shores
of all the lands
because it is the voice of all
those who did not speak,
of those who did not sing
and who sing today with this mouth
that kisses you.

Poetry of Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Sonnets from the Portuguese

VI

Go from me. Yet I feel that I shall stand
Henceforward in thy shadow. Nevermore
Alone upon the threshold of my door
Of individual life, I shall command
The uses of my soul, nor lift my hand
Serenely in the sunshine as before,
Without the sense of that which I forbore -
Thy touch upon the palm. The widest land
Doom takes to part us, leaves thy heart in mine
With pulses that beat double. What I do
And what I dream include thee, as the wine
Must taste of its own grapes. And when I sue
God for myself, He hears that name of thine,
And sees within my eyes the tears of two.

There Is Always A Place for You
by Anne Campbell

There is always a place for you at my table,
You never need to be invited.
I'll share every crust as long as I am able,
And know you will be delighted.
There is always a place for you by my fire,
And thought it may burn to embers,
If warmth and good cheer are your desire
The friend of your heart remembers!
There is always a place for you by my side,
And should the years tear us apart,
I will face lonely moments more satisfied
With a place for you in my heart!

I'm Nobody! Who Are You?
by Emily ****inson


I'm Nobody! Who are you?
Are you --Nobody -- Too!
Then there's a pair of us!
Don't tell: they'd advertise -- you know!

How dreary -- to be--Somebody!
How public--like a Frog--
To tell one's name--the livelong June--
To an admiring Bog!

Soul
by Eric Galla
Close your eyes,
To see with your heart,
Close your ears,
To hear with your heart,
Forget your mind,
And think with your heart.

For your heart will see,
When your eyes fail,
And your heart will hear,
When the voices are confused,
Your heart has the answers,
When your mind falls short.

Remember your heart,
For it is the key to love,
Remember all love,
For love is the key to your soul,
Remember your soul,
For it is your Foundation.

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NICE AG

very nice

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I was in a mood ... had to do some dusting ... glad you came along

(((( Sherrie )))))

Thank you for the invite,,,,,,,,, I so love seeing and feeling your mood ...

What My Lover Said


By the merest chance, in the twilight gloom,
In the orchard path he met me;
In the tall, wet grass, with its faint perfume,
And I tried to pass, but he made no room,
So I stood and blushed till the grass grew red,
With my face bent down above it,
While he took my hand as he whispering said-
(How the clover lifted each pink, sweet head,
To listen to all that my lover said;
Oh, the clover in bloom, I love it!)

In the high, wet grass went the path to hide,
And the low, wEt leaves hung over;
But I could not pass upon either side,
For I found myself, when I vainly tried,
In the arms of my steadfast lover.
And he held me there and he raised my head,
While he closed the path before me,
And he looked down into my eyes and said-
(How the leaves bent down from the boughs o’er head,
To listen to all that my lover said;
Oh, the leaves hanging lowly o’er me!)
Had he moved aside but a little way,
I could surely then have passed him;
And he knew I never could wish to stay,
And would not have heard what he had to say,
Could I only aside have cast him.
It was almost dark, and the moments sped,
And the searching night wind found us,
But he drew me nearer and softly said-
(How the pure, sweet wind grew still, instead,
To listen to all that my lover said;
Oh, the whispering wind around us!)

I know that the grass and the leaves will not tell,
And I’m sure that the wind, precious rover,
Will carry my secret so safely and well
That no being shall ever discover

One word of the many that rapidly fell
From the soul-speaking lips of my lover;
And from the moon and the stars that looked over
Shall never reveal what a fairy-like spell
They wove round about us that night in the dell,
In the path through the dew-laden clover,
Nor echo the whispers that made my heart swell
As they fell from the lips of my lover.


-HOMER GREENE-

Rain
© By Erin M. Hanson

I look out the window and see nothing but clouds...Nothing but endless clouds, sobbing with the weight of the rain teardrops, falling from it's heavy bosom. Thunder breaks the silence that the earth has suddenly come upon. Lightening flashes over the sky, creating a light show for the whole world to see. Such a heavy feeling is upon the world tonight, yet somehow...the rain is cleansing the world of its sins. And as the lightening and thunder fly across the sky gracefully, I see a peaceful figure dancing across the sky, and I know...I am not alone.

Beautiful .. thank you for sharing

Ebbene? ... N'andrò lontana
from La Wally

sweet operatic torture
http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=IMkqDW7OZ8c

Ebbene? ... N'andrò lontana,
come va l'eco della pia campana,
là, fra la neve bianca;
là, fra le nubi d'or;
là, dov'è la speranza, la speranza
il rimpianto, il rimpianto, e il dolor!
O della madre mia casa gioconda,
la Wally n'andrà da te,
da te lontana assai,
e forse a te, e forse a te,
non farà mai più ritorno,
nè più la rivedrai!
mai più, mai più!
N'andrò sola e lontana,
come l'eco è della pia campana,
là, fra la neve bianca;
n'andrò, n'andrò sola e lontana!
e fra le nubi d'or!

Well? ... I will go far,
as the echo of the devoted bell,
here, between the snow white woman;
here, between clouds of gold;
here, where it is hope, the hope
the regret, the regret,
and the misery!

O of the mother my house gioconda,
the Wally will go from you,
much too far from you,
and perhaps to you,
and perhaps to you,
never more to return,
never more to be seen!
never more, never more!

I will go single and far,
as the echo of the devoted bell,
here, between the snow white woman;
I will go, I will go single and far!
and between clouds of gold!

oh my ... you have been doing some dusting s1ow

Beautifully speaks to my heart - thank you for sharing it!

IMAGINE A WOMAN

Imagine a woman who believes it is right and good she is a woman. A woman who honors her experience and tells her stories.

Imagine a woman who believes she is good. A woman who trusts and respects herself. Who listens to her needs and desires and meets them with tenderness and grace.

Imagine a woman who has acknowledged the past's influence on the present. A woman who has walked through her past. Who has healed into the present.

Imagine a woman who authors her own life. A woman who exerts, initiates and moves on her own behalf. Who refuses to surrender except to her truest self and her wisest voice.

Imagine a woman in love with her own body. A woman who believes her body is enough, just as it is. Who celebrates her body and its rhythms and cycles as an exquisite resource.

Imagine a woman who celebrates the accumulation of her years and her wisdom. Who refuses to use precious energy disguising the changes in her body and life.

Imagine a woman who values the women in her life. A woman who sits in circles of women. Who is reminded of the truth about herself when she forgets.


by
Patricia Lynn Reilly

I love sitting in your circle Jess. And thank you for the reminder when I forget.

It is Thanksgiving.
So Let Us Give Thanks To Those So Special To Us.



The Seed Market - RUMI

Can you find another market like this?
Where,
with your one rose
you can buy hundreds of rose gardens?
Where,
for one seed
get a whole wilderness?
For one weak breath,
a divine wind?
You've been fearful
of being absorbed in the ground,
or drawn up by the air.
Now, your waterbead lets go
and drops into the ocean,
where it came from.
It no longer has the form it had,
but it's still water
The essence is the same.
This giving up is not a repenting.
It's a deep honoring of yourself.
When the ocean comes to you as a lover,
marry at once, quickly,
for God's sake!
Don't postpone it!
Existence has no better gift.
No amount of searching
will find this.
A perfect falcon, for no reason
has landed on your shoulder,
and become yours.

Translator: Coleman Barks