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Comment by Patricia L Allen on May 22, 2010 at 4:03pm

ENCHANTMENT FILLS THE LAND

Retrieving life’s enchantments
Romancing every truth
Flirting with all creation
Reclaiming innocent youth

Everything transforms
From gray to living light
Enchantment fills the land
As the butterfly takes flight!

Comment by Dr. Sohiniben Shukla on May 2, 2010 at 9:11pm

Comment by Patricia L Allen on May 1, 2010 at 8:31pm

RELENTLESS LOVE

We are all individuals
A most unique design
Our outer parts are different
As our inner parts align

The heart is our connector
Despite the mental games
Our flesh will never tower
Over love’s ethereal flames

We live on this Earth together
Where we’re from could be recalled
Where we’re going we forgot somehow
Why we’re here seems to be stalled

Love will not leave us stranded
It’s who we really are
With a memory encoded
In a relentless shooting star!

Comment by Irit Hakim-Keller on May 1, 2010 at 8:10pm

Dear Eva,
Thank you for this lounge.
The poems you have posted are beautiful, and the Bolero of Ravel's dance is GREAT!!!

Comment by Eva Libre on May 1, 2010 at 7:51pm

Apollo and the Muses

Comment by Eva Libre on May 1, 2010 at 7:47pm

The beauty of the night
The stillness
The darkness
The quietness
The beauty of the silence
The beauty of the night

No one here except you
Wherever I look I see you I feel you

Wherever
The silence of the night
You are there always
As if, waiting for me
I am there waiting for you
In the beauty of the night
Everything is so radiant
So still
So quiet

And, I feel your presence
In the darkness
When my soul cries out for you
Reach u somehow
In the beauty of the night

You like beauty
Because you are the most beautiful
What eyes cannot see
White radiance
Beauty that is unimaginable
Indescribable
Words that can only fail

Such pure radiance
Such pure light
Such soothing light
Unimaginable
What eyes cannot see
The beauty
The beauty
Only the heart can feel
Only the heart can feel


What could not be contained in the universes far and beyond
The magnificence
The sheer grandeur
The awesome presence
Above all
Contain the universes in the palm of your hand
The sheer awesomeness
The grandeur

Nothing can contain you
You contain every thing
In the palm of your hand
Nothing is above you
Below you
Everything is part of you
I alone in the universe
All alone
Nothing besides you
Nothing at all
The stillness of the night
The beauty of the night
The darkness

Only the heart can contain you
What the might heavens and the skies
And the far galaxies could not contain

Only the heart can only my heart can contain you

It is nothing but full now
Of the beauty that is you
The tranquility that only you can possible provide
Nothing else but you
How I long to be in your presence
Nothing else do I desire
Nothing else only you
Your beauty
Your sheer magnificence
The white soothing light
The radiance

How much do I love you
Indescribable in words
Unimaginable
But can only feel
The heart feels
Only the heart feels

That is the beauty of it all
I feel your presence
When the mind fails the heart can perceive
The beauty of the night
The stillness
The darkness
The quietness
You and me
That is all just you and me
And, the beauty of the night
The stillness
And the quietness
The beauty of the night
The peace
The heart at peace
So very still
So quiet
So beautiful

The beauty of the night
The beauty of the night
Only if others could understand
The beauty of your presence
The beauty of the night

Comment by Eva Libre on May 1, 2010 at 7:44pm

Comment by Eva Libre on May 1, 2010 at 7:43pm

Please Call Me by My True Names

Don't say that I will depart tomorrow --
even today I am still arriving.

Look deeply: every second I am arriving
to be a bud on a Spring branch,
to be a tiny bird, with still-fragile wings,
learning to sing in my new nest,
to be a caterpillar in the heart of a flower,
to be a jewel hiding itself in a stone.

I still arrive, in order to laugh and to cry,
to fear and to hope.

The rhythm of my heart is the birth and death
of all that is alive.

I am the mayfly metamorphosing
on the surface of the river.
And I am the bird
that swoops down to swallow the mayfly.

I am the frog swimming happily
in the clear water of a pond.
And I am the grass-snake
that silently feeds itself on the frog.

I am the child in Uganda, all skin and bones,
my legs as thin as bamboo sticks.
And I am the arms merchant,
selling deadly weapons to Uganda.

I am the twelve-year-old girl,
refugee on a small boat,
who throws herself into the ocean
after being raped by a sea pirate.
And I am the pirate,
my heart not yet capable
of seeing and loving.

I am a member of the politburo,
with plenty of power in my hands.
And I am the man who has to pay
his "debt of blood" to my people
dying slowly in a forced-labor camp.

My joy is like Spring, so warm
it makes flowers bloom all over the Earth.
My pain is like a river of tears,
so vast it fills the four oceans.

Please call me by my true names,
so I can hear all my cries and my laughter at once,
so I can see that my joy and pain are one.

Please call me by my true names,
so I can wake up,
and so the door of my heart
can be left open,
the door of compassion.


From: Call Me by My True Names: The Collected Poems of Thich Nhat Hanh

~ by Thich Nhat Hanh ~

Comment by Eva Libre on May 1, 2010 at 7:40pm

The Homeless Child

We ask why
how?
in 2009
a homeless child.
Look deep into the eyes of pity
look deep into the need
don't rush by
to busy to care
too important to stop
and ask
why?

Do we care enough
to try and stop this
when we all know
it is wrong.

A homeless child is
hungry,
cold,
wet,
unloved
dirty,
smelly.
Do we care
is it our problem?

pass by quick
then
you will not see,
nor smell,
nor think,
nor care.
Out of sight
out of mind.

But the child remains
vulnerable
abused
till it dies
unwanted.

David Gould © 26th May 2009

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