Windsong• Show poetry

"Every bird song, wind song, and tremendous song of the rocks in the hearts of the mountains is our song, our very own, and sings our love."
John Muir


"And forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair"

"Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding. Even as the stone of the fruit must break, that its heart may stand in the sun, so must you know pain."

"A man's true wealth is the good he does in the world. Beauty is eternity gazing at itself in a mirror. But you are eternity and you are the mirror."
KHALIL GIBRAN


"Sunsets and rainbows, green forest and
restive blue seas, all
naturally colored things are my siblings.
We have played together on the floor of the world
since the first stone looked up
At the stars"
Maya Angelou



AUTUMN SONG
"With long sobs
the violin-throbs
of autumn wound
my heart with languorous
and monotonous
sound.

Choking and pale
When I mind the tale
the hours keep,
my memory strays
down other days
and I weep;

and I let me go
where ill winds blow
now here, now there,
harried and sped,
even as a dead
leaf, anywhere"
Paul Verlaine


"BEAUTY
WHAT IS THE ESSENCE OF beauty?
IT IS A treasure NOT MADE OF EXTERNAL FINERY,
SILVERY MASKS OR GLITTERING ARMOR, BUT OF A
GOLDEN substance BORN WITHIN.  LIKE TRUTH
BEAUTY IS THE COMPANION OF THE soul.
IT MOVES IN CURVES, SPEAKS IN SILENCES, AND reflects
A LIGHT ONLY SEEN BY THE heart.  BEAUTY IS
AS ELEGANT AS SIMPLICITY, AS WARM AS ECSTASY,
AND AS CONSTANT AS GOD'S OUTSTRETCHED HAND.
UNTAINTED BY TIME, BEAUTY deepens OUR HUES
AND softens OUR EDGES.  BEAUTY IS
ETERNITY'S VISION; AN AIR OF LIGHTNESS WHEN
THE WORLD LAY HEAVY; A QUIET GESTURE
IN TIME OF NEED.  BEAUTY breathes LIFE INTO
EVERY PASSIONATE HEART.  IT IS THAT
WHICH OUR souls CAN NEVER LIVE WITHOUT."



"Oh Great Spirit, whose voice I hear in the winds, and whose breath gives life to all the world - hear me. I come before you, one of your children. I am small and weak. I need your strength and wisdom. Let me walk in beauty and make my eyes ever behold the red and purple sunset. Make my hands respect the things you have made, my ears sharp to hear your voice. Make me wise, so that I may know the things you have taught my people, the lesson you have hidden in every leaf and rock. I seek strength not to be superior to my brothers, but to be able to fight my greatest enemy, MYSELF . Make me ever ready to come to you, with clean hands and straight eyes, so when life fades as a fading sunset, my spirit may come to you without shame."
Yellow Lark, Sioux Chief

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