One ought, everyday at least, to hear a little song, read a good poem, see a fine picture, and if it were possible, to speak a few reasonable words
Whatever you can do or dream you can, begin it.
Boldness has genius, power, and magic in it.
Nothing is worth more than this day.
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe (1749 - 1832)
And forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair.
Kahilil Gibran
First say to yourself what you would be, then do what you have to do.
- Epictetus
Man cannot discover new oceans unless he has the courage to lose sight of the shore.
- Andre Gide
Trust your hopes, not your fears.
- David Mahoney
By imagining - it is possible to live vitally among the confused eddies and swirls of everyday existence.
The iridescent colors of individual character are too often watered to a gray wash by slogans, wall plaques, and thoughts for the day....we struggle to remember the simple character of our own voice.
What the soul seeks is the ability to rediscover a simple dwelling at the center of a complex world.
And what, my friend, hurts you into poetry?
Enough
Enough. These few words are enough.
If not these words, this breath.
If not this breath. This sitting here,
This opening to the life
we have refused
again and again
until now,
Until now
David Whyte
The most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched
They must be felt with the heart.
Helen Keller
PEACE - it does not mean to be in a place where
There is no noise, trouble or hard work,
it means to be in the midst of those things and still be calm in your heart.
Do not hurry; do not rest.
Goethe
- Last seen on Jul 8 9:02 PM. Member since December 31, 2008.
- I'm a supertopaz delight poet for 68 comments.
- My mood is , and quote is " a . . . gentle man.".
- I am a man from Oregon (United States)
- When I'm not writing, I'm Wistfully wondering and photographing the romance in Nature..
- I have 68 comments, 14 poems
Poems I'm focused on
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I play with the words
as they play with me.
Have I created them or are they creating me? -
Stroll down foggy cosmic lanes
Past flaming giant suns
My Poetry
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Fresh frost sparkles on
Listening blades of grass. -
I am the softly rising mist over a forest glen.
campfire smoke drifting through the pines. -
How much pain can one soul bear?
When grief after grief
Batters the shoreline of life.83 lines, 9 comments, January 3. In Personal, Life, Sad, Pain, Nature, Lost in thought, Sadness, Depression, Depressed
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campanaro on March 3lol meant to say Gilligan:~)
Peace and love and all that jazz
campanaro
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campanaro : Hey writing friend on March 3Did you two save Gillian?
Hope so:~)
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trekkergirl on February 25hello your name got my attention so I just stopped by to say Hi.
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campanaro : Thanks on February 21Thank you for stopping by and remarking on my poetry.It's appreciated.
Take care
Love peace
campanaro
