She Walks in Beauty

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

   Which heaven to gaudy day denies.

One shade the more, one ray the less,

   Had half impaired the nameless grace

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, yet eloquent,

The smiles that win, the tints that glow,

   But tell of days in goodness spent,

A mind at peace with all below,

   A heart whose love is innocent!

-George Gordon, Lord Byron

i carry your heart with me

i carry your heart with me (i carry it in
my heart) i am never without it (anywhere
i go you go, my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing, my darling)
                                    i fear
no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) i want
no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)


-e.e. cummings

No Rhyme or Reason

So, it's been a minute since my last post, and I kind of skipped out on my PhotoHunt this week too.  I guess I really just haven't felt like writing much recently.  Feels like the folly has been a little harder to find the past few days, which is, quite UNfortunate.  I'm sure this has nothing at all to do with the fact that winter, and all of it's cold weather, continues to loom over even though spring is being heavily marketed everywhere.  I feel like I've been stuck in some souvenir snow globe trying to break my way out to what I know must be spring on the other side of the glass.  I suppose sometimes it pays to remember that winter is, by definition, a cold season in these parts; acknowledge and move on.

Anyway, because 'the creative muses' haven't been inspiring me to write recently, I figured maybe I could turn things around a bit and do a little reading to get the proverbial 'creative juices flowing'.  There was a time when I used to immerse myself in reading poetry, which has taken a backseat for more than several years, but with Valentine's Day right around the corner, I thought it appropriate to maybe take a peek again at some of the poems I used to enjoy and share them with you over the next few days.  Maybe they will put you in mind of something you had forgotten just like they did me.  I know it's a little different (and possibly somewhat cheesy), but I do hope you enjoy!

A moment of happiness


A moment of happiness

you and I sitting of the verandah
apparently two, but one in soul, you and I.

We feel the flowing water of life here, 

you and I, with the garden's beauty 

and the birds singing.

The stars will be watching us, 

and we will show them 

what it is to be a thin crescent moon.

You and I unselfed, will be together, 

indifferent to idle speculation, you and I.

The parrots of heaven will be cracking sugar 

as we laugh together, you and I.

In one form upon this earth, 

and in another form in a timeless sweet land.

-Mevlana Jalaluddin Rumi

 From:

 Kulliyat-e Shams, 2114

"We love: that's why life is full of so many wonderful gifts". - Rumi