"Words ought to be a little wild for they are the assaults of thought of the unthinking." ~~ John Maynard Keynes

Sunday, August 28, 2011

And forget not.....

 
“And forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair.”

~~Kahlil Gibran
Lebanese Poet and Novelist

End of Summer by Stanley Kunitz : The Poetry Foundation

End of Summer
By
Stanley Kunitz

An agitation of the air,
A perturbation of the light
Admonished me the unloved year
Would turn on its hinge that night.













I stood in the disenchanted field
Amid the stubble and the stones,
Amazed, while a small worm lisped to me
The song of my marrow-bones.













Blue poured into summer blue,
A hawk broke from his cloudless tower,
The roof of the silo blazed, and I knew













That part of my life was over.
Already the iron door of the north
Clangs open: birds, leaves, snows
Order their populations forth,
And a cruel wind blows.

Thursday, August 25, 2011

Every sunset reminds me of the potential within.....


As if we are all canvases, like the perfect dusky sky, just waiting for the person or people with the right brushes...

In everyone's life, at some time, our inner fire goes out. It is then burst into flame by an encounter with another human being. We should all be thankful for those people who rekindle the inner spirit.
~~Albert Schweitzer