QUOTES OF WISDOM
"The afternoon glow is brightening the bamboos,
the fountains are bubbling with delight, the soughing of the
pines is heard in our kettle. Let us dream of evanescence,
and linger in the foolishness of things! ~Kakuzo Okakura
"Your friend is your needs answered.
He is your field which you sow with love and
reap with Thanksgiving. And he is your board and
your fireside. For you come to him with your hunger,
and you seek him for peace." ~Kahlil Gibran
"The most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious. It is the source of all true
art and all science. He to whom this emotion is a stranger, who can no longer pause to wonder and stand rapt in awe, is as
good as dead: his eyes are closed." ~Albert Einstein~
"Love at first sight is easy to understand; it's when two people have been looking at each
other for a lifetime that it becomes a miracle." ~Amy Bloom~
"The dream was always running ahead of me. To catch up, to live for a moment in unison with
it, that was the miracle." ~Anais Nin~
"The possession of knowledge does not kill the sense of wonder and mystery. There is always
more mystery." ~Anais Nin~
"Before the ice is in the pools,
Before the skaters go,
Or any cheek at nightfall
Is tarnished by the snow,
Before the fields have finished,
Before the Christmas tree,
Wonder upon wonder
arrive to me!"
"If we could see the miracle of a single flower clearly, our whole life would change." ~Buddha~
"The moment when you first wake up in the morning is the most wonderful of the twenty-four
hours. No matter how weary or dreary you may feel, you possess the certainty that, during the day that lies before you, absolutely
anything may happen. And the fact that it practically always doesn't, matters not a jot. The possibility is always there."
"If everyday is an awakening, you will never
grow old. You will just keep growing." ~Gail Sheehy~
"Christmas renews our youth by stirring our wonder. The capacity for wonder has been called
our most pregnant human faculty, for in it are born our art, our science, our religion." ~Ralph Sockman~
"People usually consider walking on water or in thin air a miracle. But I think the real
miracle is not to walk either on water or in thin air, but to walk on earth. Every day we are engaged in a miracle which we
don't even recognize: a blue sky, white clouds, green leaves, the black, curious eyes of a child -- our own two eyes. All
is a miracle." ~Thich Nhat Hanh~
"This world, after all our science and sciences, is still a miracle; wonderful, inscrutable,
magical and more, to whosoever will think of it." ~Thomas Carlyle~
has loveliness to sell,
beautiful and splendid things,
waves whitened on a cliff,
fire that sways and sings,
children's faces looking up
wonder like a cup.
has loveliness to sell,
like a curve of gold,
of pine trees in the rain,
that love you, arms that hold,
for your spirit's still delight,
thoughts that star the night.
all you have for loveliness,
it and never count the cost;
one white singing hour of peace
many a year of strife well lost,
for a breath of ecstasy
all you have been, or could be. ~Sara Teasedale~
Spring in War Time
I feel the Spring far off, far off,
The faint far scent of bud and leaf--
how can Spring take heart to come
To a world in grief,
The sun turns north, the days grow long,
Later the evening star grows bright--
How can the daylight linger on
For men to fight,
grass is waking in the ground,
Soon it will rise and blow in waves--
How can it have the heart to sway
Under the boughs where lovers walked
The apple-blooms will shed their breath--
what of all the lovers now
Parted by death,
"I went into the woods because
I wanted to live deliberately. I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life ... to put to rout all that was not
life; and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived. "
~Henry David Thoreau (Dead Poets Society)~
"Finish each day and be done with it. You have done what you could; some blunders and absurdities
have crept in; forget them as soon as you can. Tomorrow is a new day; you shall begin it serenely and with too high a spirit
to be encumbered with your old nonsense."
~Ralph Waldo Emerson~
"We say we love flowers, yet we pluck them.
We say we love trees, yet we cut them down.
people still wonder why some are afraid
when told they are loved!" ~Anonymous~
"The warmth of another's eyes, the fresh scent of rain on a hot summer's eve ? moments like
these renew in us a heartfelt appreciation for life."
~ Gwen Weising~
"The supreme state of human love is the
unity of one soul within two bodies"
"Weed - a plant whose virtues have not yet been discovered."
~Ralph Waldo Emmerson~
"All that glitters is not gold. All who wander are not lost."~ William Shakespeare~
"As a snake shakes off the old, so shall I, and look ever forward to the new!" ~Rebecca Wiles~
It is easy enough to be friendly to one's friends. But to befriend the one
himself as your enemy is the quintessence of true religion.
The other is mere business. ~Mohandas K. Gandhi (1869-1948)~
IF I HAD MY CHILD TO RAISE OVER AGAIN..
I'd finger paint more, and point the finger less.
do less correcting, and more connecting.
I'd take my eyes off my watch, and watch with my eyes.
I would care to know
less, and know to care more.
I'd take more hikes and fly more kites.
I'd stop playing serious, and seriously play.
would run through more fields and gaze at more stars.
I'd do more hugging and less tugging.
I would be firm less often,
and affirm much more.
I'd build self-esteem first, and the house later.
I'd teach less about the love of power,
more about the power of love!
"Make yourselves nests of pleasant thoughts none of us yet know, for none of us have
been taught in early youth, what fairy palaces we may build of beautiful thought -- proof against all adversity. Bright fancies,
satisfied memories, noble histories, faithful sayings, treasure houses of precious and restful thoughts, which care cannot
disturb, nor pain make gloomy, nor poverty take away from us -- houses built without hands, for our souls to live in." ~
You have not lived a perfect
even though you have earned your money,
unless you have done something for someone
who will never be able
to repay you.
POEMS OF INSPIRATION
SHE WALKS IN BEAUTY ~Lord Byron~
She walks in Beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellowed to that tender light
Heaven to gaudy day denies.
One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impaired the nameless
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o'er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express,
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.
And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,
So soft, so calm,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with
A heart whose love is innocent!
KEEPERS OF THE TEMPLE ~Rebecca Wiles~
What love the gods have, with fire in their eyes.
Keepers of the temple, and very, very wise.
Their home in the skies from whence they came,
lights up the night with it's mystical flame.
They left us their symbols and legends of lore.
Their mystical presence in jewels that they wore.
The crowning glory of their fights and their deeds,
and a stamp of their footprints in the soil and weeds.
Now you can see them on the river they sail,
up in the cosmos from whence they first fell.
Looking down upon us, like gods on their throne.
In the still of the night
we are never alone.
THE SOUL AND BODY ~Sarah Cleghorn~
Body and soul are married lovers;
God was their witness when they wed,
beside the tree of life in Eden;
"These twain shall be one flesh," he said.
But man has put them oft assunder;
and not alone by fire and sword,
but duped by lying metaphysic,
he oft denies, in deed and word,
This marriage between Earth and Heaven;
while ever, to the steadfast skies,
the prayers of these old constant lovers
in patient iteration rise;
"O priest, my little love remember!
my patient love, the body, see!
What thou canst do to ease her burdens
shall greatly lift and strengthen me!"
"O wise physician, now no longer
neglect my lord and love, the soul!
While he lies with pain and fever
no drug can make the body whole!"
THE LIFE OF WATER ~Sarah
It lives beside us and we often mingle,
the life of water and the life of man.
St. Frances called it, "humble, serviceable,
precious and clean" ;he viewed it as I think
too much----- for once---- utilitarianly.
I don't see how he can call water humble!
Yet water has a pleasant disposition;
it takes whatever shape you ask it to,
with frolicsome abandon to your wishes;
it never sulks, like fire or like wind.
The life of water runs a swifter cycle
than ours, or fire's. I never anymore
walk down at Manumit to springtime breakfasts
along the brook, but this comes home to me;
"The wheel of water is turning, over our head
and under our feet; from springs to river and sea,
back to the clouds, and under the Earth again.
And all this water has run this way before
and knows it's way. Then how can Plato say
we never twice step into the same river?"
From thinking of the water so, I come
to thinking of the year and of the spring
thus; "spring is present and spring is also past
and spring is future too; all three at once.
The wheel of spring is turning, over our head
and under our feet; the farther passing away
the nearer back it comes to flower again."
Such thoughts as these the spring at Manumit,
the shadows of death, the sun that makes all shadow,
the fluid fire of life, that cycles on,
renewal--death--renewal, ever the same
(and never alone the same) bring home to one
who looks on water in the calm of morning.
Or if you go to some remote great pasture
like Munson's Falls in manchester, Vermont,
where there is a brook that leaps a dozen ledges--
a brook you know and have known a long time--
if you plunge in and rear your breast against it
and toss it back by handfuls as it runs
and wrestle with the current, does it seem
to share your pleasure? be companionable?
Is there perhaps some consciousness in water,
unlike, indeed, the consciousness of man,
yet loving freedom, action and companions?
Why call it too far-fetched if one should think so?
Isn't it arrogant of man to think
he has the only form of consciouness
and the only language to express it in?
Though water can make nothing of our lingo
it may have some expression of its own,
less cumbersome, less crabbed, and less poignant;
perhaps more widely and more calmly true.
INCARNATION ~Sarah Cleghorn~ (strongly flavored
with Brookwood memories. A place she loved and worked in)
Sometimes to me, as sometimes to my neighbors,
comes a thing I call an incarnation.
Whoever has it tries to tell about it;
he tries, in vain, to let the others see
indescribably divine it was,
and how its beauty and delight unselfed him,
making him bathe in streams of paradise.
was an autumn afternoon last year
when everyone of our large family
but Helen and myself had gone away
to see a football
game; and we had meant
to finish in the kitchen very early
and spend the afternoon out in the woods.
But every moment's
housework that we did
disclosed the need of something else to do;
the clock crept around to three then to four
there were still the garbage pails to wash.
We went with our acidulated patience,
out to the garbage pails. We stood
something come streaming around us from outdoors.
The light was gentling and the air was sweet;
trembled and the green grass shone.
In came a heavenly childhood to our hearts.
We stood and felt that holy childishness.
was intense, calm, magic, simple and strange;
pure sweetness in the core of homeliest use.
What happened---how it happened---if
SONNET XVI ~Sarah Cleghorn~ (wrote these sonnets about
dream-travel; OBE etc...and about life after death)
Near midnight of the ninth day of October,
long time on the verge of dream,
I many times went over that vague stream
and came back into waking tranquil, sober.
was in both the waking and the dreaming;
serene to the last ounce of blood and bone,
but full of wonder at the
things there known;
and yet they were in no way foreign-seeming.
But as if daylight thought were far refracted,
some changed form of consciouness I took
past common consciouness, and there could look
on substance of a fine light
A stuff no senses know, nor tools can touch;
far more enduring, shapelier stuff than such.
I saw it in the form of links, or bridges
firm on the air, extending
soon from sight;
the nearer trestles of a shadowed white,
the farther fading into scarce-limned ridges.
those trestles were needed no showing;
they surely were the cause ways of man's sleep,
where seeking spirits move through
their own deep
by soundings and by spans of their own knowing.
So from that night my heart has comprehended
in the senses sleep, itself can reach
you, o my love! and far from act or speech
touch your life's hem, where that far
Such drawing of the deep-desired near
casts a long light, not shadow, oh my dear.
When human thought comes back from such immersion,
such flight into
a deep and meaning dream,
some human language on the lips will seem
left as a residue, a waking version.
was there, past outposts of the senses,
that so expands the heart of man to know.
I clung to these words, but they seemed
and melt away through all my brain's defenses.
Something was present all the time, that viewed me
one most innocently gross and crude,
my elephantine language droll and rude;
and yet with happy calm that being
And I was unabashed, content and free;
the presence and the place not strange to me.
Hearing a bird chirp, on a late November
morning when I was all alone
opened a door of air, through which I caught
a sense of life my soul and flesh remember.
green meadow starred with white flowers,
not the white violet or immortelle,
but such a flower as grows where symbols
In life not measured by the line or hours;
That poem which I read in sleep, relating
how welcome to those
English folk, their dead
came to their outdoor meal and broke their bread;
but most of all those flash like phrases,
Just on the inner edge of the first sleep---
these are as fragments of the bliss I keep.
Fleeting mementoes, lost, the larger number
to waking memory; not to
beneath which, far beneath its tremor and strife,
move the calm powers and swiftnesses of slumber.
these sustain, with deepsea floods of being,
the topmost tossing of the busy mind,
the waves of sense that run before
till, sinking through themselves, and inward fleeing.
They leave the glittering height, the fluttering
precarious identity of wave,
and feel themselves expanding through the grave
toward the secure vast magnitudes
I only know the intimations throng
sometimes by day and sometimes all night long.
Play on my life, now, dearest, with your fingers,
since now again I
shoulder the old cares,
enter the house, go up and down the stairs
where the old joy, my darling, no more lingers.
with bright hands our life of crowded striving;
bright beauty of your liberation, reach
beyond us in the children that
and light for them the loveliness of living.
What Dante knew when Beatrice found him,
when, though his
mortal tumult blustered on,
deep into paradise they two had gone,
and all his earthly felt the unearthly round him---
this sweet wonder, little understood,
be deep within our flesh, beyond our blood.
O other love, o fond and yearing kindness
my life turns closing toward more and
sweetness of home, beloved so long before,
but always then with strange and careless blindness.
you know by dreams and intimations;
by wordless insight running past my thought
the spirit of your form my own has sought
found directly, by instant penetrations.
In deeps of sleep I know how one, how only,
the forms of loving form a
but for one golden instant knowing this,
life has passed far beyond what death makes lonely.
sound, what light is like the awareness of
the oneness and infinity of love?
I am a Scorpio and here are a few of my traits! ;0
Sun in Scorpio
The Scorpio represents one of the strongest, most intelligent signs of the zodiac. He or she has a deep well of strength
that, if tapped into, can produce a powerful ally, or a vindictive enemy. A huge abundance of energy usually makes this person
a powerful achiever and go-getter; the Scorpio is not lazy. Though their worst fault is jealousy, in all arenas, they also
have the power within to turn this around and DO something about it.
Above all, the Scorpio represents the Phoenix, that ancient symbol of death and resurrection from the ashes of youth, that
fire that never dies but merely rises above and continues to change into something else. An argument is not merely an argument
to a Scorpio, nor is it a chance to butt heads, but rather an experience of expressing and listening so that both participants
can "rise above" and come out in a better position than when they began. This energy of the Scorpio is also frequently seen
in sports, and needs to be properly channeled in order to be given full expression.
Scorpios have an uncanny ability to get to the root of any problem, and they have a rawness of perception that makes them
almost psychic. Their deep, incisive analytical mind makes them natural detectives or spies, and they are frequently workaholics,
cramming each work day with hours of productiveness. They are excellent, relentless workers and excel in anything involving
the Eighth House: trusts and inheritances, mortuaries, psychology and counseling, and the occult. They are masters at using
other people's money to build their own fortunes, and can be extravagantly generous to charities or other worthy causes.
The mystery sign of the zodiac, Scorpios are frequently intriguing, with a truly dynamic and majestic way of going about
a problem or situation. This sign is also the sign of death, but manifests itself in the struggle between the soul and the
personality. The personality is usually the loser, because the Scorpio's stinger many times stings itself to death. This is
where the Phoenix comes in--to resurrect the person to new heights, a new beginning, or a new way of thinking.
Thus, change is constant for a Scorpio, who is involved all the time in death, rebirth and renewal. For the Scorpio, there
is no in-between--life is many times a matter of life and death, black and white, devil vs. angel, etc. They don't know the
meaning of indifference, and tend to be either your friend or your enemy. There is no shade of gray. Once you've gained the
trust of a Scorpio, you've won him forever--unless you hurt him in some way. Then he can become mean, vindictive, and will
attempt to get even.
Scorpios have a very strong reserve, and a lot is hidden below the surface. They command respect from acquaintances due
to their strong, quiet exterior, and many times work to earn the respect of close ties. They also usually show a lot of creativity,
and a great ability for sarcasm with their deadly tongue, which can get them in trouble. This stinger can also, for some,
show as a dark side of cruelty, sadism, and enmity. For others, who are more evolved, the stinger helps them transform their
lives for the better. They are truly courageous, not afraid of anything. Their endurance makes them plow ahead, overcoming
any obstacle in their path.
Though they are considered the "sexiest" sign of the zodiac, Scorpios have gotten a bad rap for being almost sleazy. They
simply have strong passions that need regenerating, and a tremendous pride that seems to say, "Don't judge a book by its cover."
Scorpios are a master at hiding their emotions. They have a tremendous strength and power when they have managed to rise
above their personality and seek power not for themselves, but to heal and bless others. They reach their goals through service,
purity, compassion and humility. They have a need to redeem and transform their natures, and to have a happy marriage. Their
innate curiosity makes them probe deeply into all things, seeking the meaning behind the surface. They dig out concealed facts,
and are one of the most intuitive signs of the zodiac. A highly evolved Scorpio is psychic, having a rich inner life that
is passionate about metaphysics.
On the negative side, Scorpios can be extremely critical, like their allies the Virgos. This can lead to a difficulty with
co-workers because of strong judgments of them. Scorpios need to have more stability and steadiness with partners. Their great
stubbornness makes them sometimes outsiders, tending to be lone wolves rather than equal partners in relationships.
A Scorpio woman turns heads and grabs attention by her steamy sexuality. She has the power of presence, and a boldness
and need for honesty unparalleled in the zodiac. Never, never lie to her, or she'll cut you off. A passionate lover, she can
also be jealous or possessive. What she shows on the outside is not necessarily what she's really feeling, unless she's angry.
Her rage can explode, with a sarcasm or a piercing look that really stings. Her intuition can be so developed that she borders
on the clairvoyant; this can be seen in her eyes. As a mother, she is fiercely devoted and protective, creating a loving and
comfortable home for kids.
A Scorpio man is intense, passionate and private. Everything he does is compelling--the way he dresses, his eyes, the way
he walks. He radiates sexual energy, is powerful to ignore--even if you don't like him. Often he has some wonderful talent
that he pursues passionately, but he may not get any money for it. He may put his energy into music, art, writing, acting,
or astrology, or he may put all his energy into his family. He enjoys sports, especially the more violent ones such as football
In romance, no other sign brings such raw power or intensity to a relationship. The question is: how will this intensity
be manifested? Will it be in a fury or jealousy? Will it be in fiery, unbridled passion? Take a chance and get involved with
the mysterious Scorpio. The ever-changing Scorpio is highly compatible with its polar opposite-- the steady bull, or Taurus--but
in an argument neither one will give in. Scorpios are also good matches for other Scorpios, as long as they understand each
other's intensity and passion. Other water signs, such as Pisces or Cancer, may prove too weak for the intensity of the Scorpio.
In religion, the Scorpio tends to form bonds with organized religions, enjoying ritual and the sense of belonging there.
They may also lean to unorthodox belief systems, with a passion and sincerity that is never dishonest. Because Scorpios are
ruled by Pluto--the god of the underworld--they can sometimes have a connection with the ethereal, other world of spirit,
which is often metaphysical. They have an ability to transform energy, or change impure selfish desires into the gold of purity.
They are fascinated by the big issues of death and life, and are attracted to a religion that leaves room for exploring these.
Scorpios tend to have a few, very intense relationships, rather than a coterie of acquaintances. It may be that the Scorpio's
stinger alienates some possible friends; it may be that fewer individuals are capable of flying so close to the sun, or so
close to the deeper issues, as the Scorpio does. It may also be that few are capable of rising from its own ashes, of changing--for
the good or bad--as a Scorpio can. How many can keep up, to view the new person constantly emerging? Yet it is true that those
who enjoy watching the Scorpio as it makes people see the hidden, secret meanings of life--as it rises unscathed and transforms
those around it--will be most loyal and appreciative friends.
Above all, Scorpios are survivors. Though they are typically very erotic (their sign rules the sex organs), they don't
use people but instead help them transcend themselves. You probably won't forget an encounter with a Scorpio.