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We have stopped for a moment to encounter each other, to meet, to love, to share. This is a precious moment, but it is transient. It is a little parenthesis in eternity. If we share with caring, lightheartedness, and love, we will create abundance and joy for each other. And then this moment will have been worthwhile." 

 

~Deepak Chopra


 




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A beautiful poem by Hugh Wyles
a masterful poet and friend

Dedication:
For Pixiestix and others who believe in the 'little folk'.

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In the Woods,

In silent morning mist I stood
and listened to the waterfall.
Its whispering, within the wood,
made scarcely any sound at all.

And, as I waited there, entranced
within that elfin glade,
methought a troupe of faeries danced
around me in the shade.

The tinkling of the waterfall
was like their tiny laughter.
I swear that I can still recall
their voices ever after.

But for my memory, ‘twould seem
that I had witnessed but a dream.

~Hugh Wyles, April 22nd.. 2009.


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"What does she dream of when she is dancing
and when did she learn how to fly"  ~Willie Nile



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Alan Rickman Reading Sonnet 130
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xP06F0yynic&feature=related

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Come, read to me some poem,
Some simple and heartfelt lay,
That shall soothe this restless feeling,
And banish the thoughts of day.

Not from the grand old masters,
Not from the bards sublime,
Whose distant footsteps echo
Through the corridors of Time.

For, like strains of martial music,
Their mighty thoughts suggest
Life's endless toil and endeavor;
And to-night I long for rest.

Read from some humbler poet,
Whose songs gushed from his heart,
As showers from the clouds of summer,
Or tears from the eyelids start;

Who, through long days of labor,
And nights devoid of ease,
Still heard in his soul the music
Of wonderful melodies.

Such songs have power to quiet
The restless pulse of care,
And come like the benediction
That follows after prayer.

Then read from the treasured volume
The poem of thy choice,
And lend to the rhyme of the poet
The beauty of thy voice.

Excerpt From "The Day is Done" Henry Wadsworth Longfellow


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There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,
There is a rapture on the lonely shore,
There is society, where none intrudes,
By the deep sea, and music in its roar:
I love not man the less, but Nature more.
~Lord Byron, Childe Harold's Pilgrimage


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  • ea on October 14
    HI Pixie, I stopped by your page after seeing your wonderful contest with Margaret Atwood's poem and was treated to this reading by Alan Rickman; thank you so much!
  • Sudo Nimh on October 6
    yeep! froggies on my bday!..thank you thank you pixi!..i love froggies! ..i wonder if i'm old enough to eat their legs without hurling my cookies all over the place?..hmmm...
  • Jersey1968 : Hi! on October 6
    pixie...I agree with Aes! I thought the same thing as I scrolled down, before I saw her comment!
    Your page looks fabulous! Dark, but not too dark. The text color brings out the pixie pink.
  • Aesthete2000 on September 29


    Crossover....

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