life is beautiful poetry -for those who can appreciate it

Life is like beautiful poetry. It is full of hopes and prays; feelings to love and feel free with nature. Be strong and courageous to show loving contagious smiles. Life is beautiful and so colorful. Life is full of fun and surprise. But then there's a pain and sacrifices. This write up is about the similar feelings of life with poetic touches.

 

I begged the Wise One to tell me

the secret of the world.

Gently, gently he whispered,

"Be quiet,

The secret cannot be spoken,

it is wrapped in silence."



“I want to sing like the birds sing, not worrying about who hears or what they think.”

― Rumi

 

“Here's to the bridge-builders, the hand-holders, the light-bringers, those extraordinary souls wrapped in ordinary lives who quietly weave threads of humanity into an inhumane world. They are the unsung heroes in a world at war with itself. They are the whisperers of hope that peace is possible. Look for them in this present darkness. Light your candle with their flame. And then go. Build bridges. Hold hands. Bring light to a dark and desperate world. Be the hero you are looking for. Peace is possible. It begins with us.”

L.R. Knost

 

 

WHY I WAKE EARLY

 

BY MARY OLIVER

 

Hello, sun in my face.

Hello, you who make the morning

and spread it over the fields

and into the faces of the tulips

and the nodding morning glories,

and into the windows of, even, the

miserable and crotchety–

best preacher that ever was,

dear star, that just happens

to be where you are in the universe

to keep us from ever-darkness,

to ease us with warm touching,

to hold us in the great hands of light–

good morning, good morning, good morning.

Watch, now, how I start the day

in happiness, in kindness.

 

In its complexity and sensuality, nature invites exploration, direct contact, and experience. But it also inspires a sense of awe, a glimpse of what is still “un- Googleable” . . . life’s mystery and magnitude.

~ Kim John Payne

 

I wish you well on your journey of life,

I hope you connect with some genuine

souls along the way,

and may you move between your

failures with optimism,

and always know life is fluid,

it changes.

Some things are too heavy to carry on

your journey, but love is light,

keep that ..

Shams Tabrizi

 

 

My Heart Leaps Up

My heart leaps up when I behold

A rainbow in the sky:

So was it when my life began;

So is it now I am a man;

So be it when I shall grow old,

Or let me die!

The Child is father of the Man;

And I could wish my days to be

Bound each to each by natural piety.

--William Wordsworth

 

Be the person who cares.

Be the person who makes the effort, the person who loves without hesitation.

Be the person who bares it all, the person who never shies away from the depth of their feeling, or the intensity of their hope.

Be the person who believes in the softness of the world, in the goodness of other people, in the beauty of being open and untethered and trusting.

Be the person who takes the chance, who refuses to hide.

Be the person who makes people feel seen, the person who shows up.

Trust me when I say ; be the person who cares. Because the world doesn’t need more carelessness, any more disregard; because there is nothing stronger than someone who continues to stay soft in a world that hasn’t always been kind to them ..

(By: Bianca Sparacino)

 

It Was An April Morning: Fresh And Clear



It was an April morning: fresh and clear

The Rivulet, delighting in its strength,

Ran with a young man's speed; and yet the voice

Of waters which the winter had supplied

Was softened down into a vernal tone.

The spirit of enjoyment and desire,

And hopes and wishes, from all living things

Went circling, like a multitude of sounds.

The budding groves seemed eager to urge on

The steps of June; as if their various hues

Were only hindrances that stood between

Them and their object: but, meanwhile, prevailed

Such an entire contentment in the air

That every naked ash, and tardy tree

Yet leafless, showed as if the countenance

With which it looked on this delightful day

Were native to the summer.--Up the brook

I roamed in the confusion of my heart,

Alive to all things and forgetting all.

At length I to a sudden turning came

In this continuous glen, where down a rock

The Stream, so ardent in its course before,

Sent forth such sallies of glad sound, that all

Which I till then had heard, appeared the voice

Of common pleasure: beast and bird, the lamb,

The shepherd's dog, the linnet and the thrush

Vied with this waterfall, and made a song,

Which, while I listened, seemed like the wild growth

Or like some natural produce of the air,

That could not cease to be. Green leaves were here;

But 'twas the foliage of the rocks--the birch,

The yew, the holly, and the bright green thorn,

With hanging islands of resplendent furze:

And, on a summit, distant a short space,

By any who should look beyond the dell,

A single mountain-cottage might be seen.

I gazed and gazed, and to myself I said,

'Our thoughts at least are ours; and this wild nook,

My EMMA, I will dedicate to thee.'

----Soon did the spot become my other home,

My dwelling, and my out-of-doors abode.

And, of the Shepherds who have seen me there,

To whom I sometimes in our idle talk

Have told this fancy, two or three, perhaps,

Years after we are gone and in our graves,

When they have cause to speak of this wild place,

May call it by the name of EMMA'S DELL.

 --William Wordsworth

The Peace of Wild Things

"When despair for the world grows in me

and I wake in the night at the least sound

in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,

I go and lie down where the wood drake

rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.

I come into the peace of wild things

who do not tax their lives with forethought

of grief. I come into the presence of still water.

And I feel above me the day-blind stars

waiting with their light. For a time

I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.”

Wendell Berry - The Selected Poems of Wendell Berry

Having a soft heart in a cruel world is courage, not weakness.

Be soft. Do not let the world make you hard. Do not let the pain make you hate. Do not let the bitterness steal your sweetness.

Soft-hearted people who are still willing to help others are the ones who are holding this world together.

The above is a compilation for educational purposes, from material available freely of web net.