Nonsense

Try to get it!

My love isn’t nonsense

It was created before I was created

Money ..luxury..are not restricts…

We put the barriers ourselves..

I will surrender to my destiny

We both have roads to walk in

No time to shake in

We will walk until we meet in the middle

Both exhausted but content

Yes content

When God’s will is achieved

Humans can only accept…

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Józef Świder, Jan Kochanowski – What do you want from us, Lord

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Józef Świder, Jan Kochanowski – Wat wilt u van ons, Heer: “Czego chcesz od nas Panie”
Agata Galik – harfa/harp
Henryk Wojnarowski – dyrygent/conductor
Chór Filharmonii Narodowej w Warszawie
Warsaw Philharmonic Choir
koncert zarejestrowano 1 kwietnia 2016 w sali koncertowej Filharmonii Narodowej
recorded at Warsaw Philharmonic Concert Hall, April 01, 2016
Realizacja Telewizja Polska S.A.

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What do you want from us, Lord, for your generous gifts?
What are the benefits that you have not measured?
The Church will not embrace you, everywhere you are full,
And in the abyss and in the sea, on earth, in the sky.

I also don’t want gold, because it’s all yours,
Whatever is changing in this world.
Lord with grateful heart, we confess
Because we don’t have a more handsome victim.

You are the Lord of all the world, You have built the sky
And he embroidered beautifully with golden stars;
You founded the unearthed ground
And you covered her nakedness with various herbs.

At your command the sea stands in the shores
And the intended borders jump over afraid;
Rivers of uncounted waters have great generosity.
White day and dark night know their times.

You will see many flowers Spring gives birth,
You are in a wreath of flowers Summer is here.
Autumn wine and various apples,
Then lazy Winter gets up.

By your grace, the night dew on bland herbs will fall,
And the die-hard grain rain comes alive;
At your hands every animal looks at its food,
And you feed everyone on your generosity.

Be praised forever, immortal Lord!
Your grace, Your goodness will never cease.
Hide us while you deign in this low land;
Let me be one under Your wings!

[Jan Kochanowski, XXV Song from the Second Books, published in 1562. A masterpiece of Polish poetry.]

Jan Kochanowski, (born 1530, Sycyna, Poland—died August 22, 1584, Lublin), humanist poet who dominated the culture of Renaissance Poland.

Born into the country nobility, Kochanowski studied at the Jagiellonian University in Kraków and later, between 1552 and 1559, at the University of Padua in Italy. On his return to Poland in 1559, he served as a secretary at the royal court in Kraków. He married about 1575 and retired to his family estate at Czarnolas, in central Poland.

Dutch version / Nederlandse versie: Józef Świder, Jan Kochanowski – Wat wilt u van ons, Heer

Which Way?

Knowing-Not-Anonymously

I choose to sit, for awhile, on this path….

No more answers or directions, Please!
I can’t not handle more disappointments in me
I don’t want reminded of just how alone I be
It’s not a sad story but just a reality

No regrets on a more solitary life lived
No regrets on doing her best to raise her kids
No regrets on the one’s she chance’d a deeper love to give
It was given and taught to some; a tragic gift bought to live

She has learned to want not & stop all talk
Be still, amongst her thoughts, nonstop
Learning beauty in listening w/no answer[s] to share
Needing not know the answers to any known whys to care

She’s done being a mother and even a lover
She’s done tending to other’s needs for hers to please
She’s wanting her time to do as she feels the need

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A Night on the Island

I have slept with you
and on waking, your mouth,
come from your dream,
gave me the taste of earth,
of sea water, of seaweed,
of the depths of your life,
and I received your kiss
moistened by the dawn
as if it came to me
from the sea that surrounds us.

Pablo Neruda

Measure of loneliness whilst time drags

Wen Autumn comes in the land lots of people seem to come to think about “Life and death”. Not only are there the many pagan festivals like Halloween, Samhain, Witches Night, All Saints, All Souls, and commemorative services for the many casualties of war.

Back in Wintertime, having the darkness falling earlier, people retreated in their house, after work, often feel more lonely and wonder also what they are doing in this world and why. For many this life seems a great big burden. They do not seem to be able to feel any joy in having to get up to go to work every day and not being appreciated for what they do.

Even when nature does not really die, for many it feels like dying. The leaves falls off, and we hear less singing of the birds. The different bugs and the animals “hide” whilst the colourful flowers “falls to rest”.  But for man it does not seem to offer a moment for rest. The opposite Autumn for most people comes after the moment of joy and rest, after the pleasant Summer holiday.

Now we are confronted with a time of reflection, having us wondering about life and death. Now we also want to fill up time with reading more and watching more television, willing to escape from daily business. For many the distraction does not seem enough to take away the feeling of loneliness, instead it pushes it more to the forefront.

C.E. Pereira writes

The measure of loneliness.
The day drags on, slowly.
A long wait for night.
Time is mocking you.

Night doesn’t bring relief.
Sleep is but a dream.
Sixty seconds, a minute past.
You watch the hour hand.

Each second of time.
In slow motion, a split.
Is time stuck? Tell me.
No. Time is not stuck.

Time moves on, not me.
The pull of quicksand.
Time drags, time crawls.
Sinking into loneliness.

Happiness makes time fly.
Loneliness makes time crawl.
It is but an illusion we create.
Time is constant. Timeless.

{Time drags, time crawls C.E. Pereira – 16-10-2019}

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Preceding

Just a thought for this month of Changing colours in Western Europe

What traditions/rituals/routines do you have for welcoming Autumn?

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I Walked A Mile

In our life we may encounter lots of pains and moments we would not like to encounter, but we have to carry them with us and live with them. Point is that we learn from those not so nice moments and that we can learn from those less pleasant experiences, so that Hard days may strengthen us.

awisewomansjourney

I really like this simple but powerfully stated poem by Robert Browning Hamilton called “I Walked A Mile.”  It is only two stanzas but has a lot to say: 

“I walked a mile with Pleasure;
She chatted all the way
But left me none the wiser
For all she had to say.

I walked a mile with Sorrow;
And ne’er a word said she
But, oh! The things I learned from her,
When Sorrow walked with me.”

I completely agree with what he said in this poem for I have received many more blessings from Sorrow than ever I did from Pleasure!  Please share your thoughts with me on this poem!

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Come To The Quiet!

The rustling leaves want to whisper a lot to humanity. They hope that their fall song will reach some kind-hearted.

Though not many want to know or see that the surroundings where they are living in are a gift of the Divine Maker, Who has a plan for mankind but also wants us to take care of the earth and all living beings on it.

Joy Cometh In The Morning

 Do you hear it?Can you perceive it?The voice of God is callingRevealing bit by bitThe plan of your life laid outDoes He have to use a shout?To get the message to youExplaining all that it is about?Perhaps in all your busy waysThe quiet does not comeGod is calling you to STOPAnd know where peace is fromYou must let your words be fewTaking time to really hearKnowing God is speaking to youAnd that His Presence is so nearCome, Come to the quietSettle yourself to receiveGod is waiting to impartDirection and faith to believe!A word from the Lord in a poem as given to Nancy Young 9/21/2018 Ecclesiastes 5 "Keep thy foot when thou goest to the house of God, and be more ready to hear…for God is in heaven, and thou upon…

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Tri-Haiku XXV (October)

Poet's Corner

And so October
Memory of summer fades
and chill settles in

And yet the promise
as greenery turns to gold
with treasure to find

And as winter looms
summer falls from all the trees
as we wrap up warm

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Autumn Sunrise

I'm a teacher, again

Picture silent beauty of the fallen

cascades over night in morning’s fresh dew

Would we lives would suspend among such few

swept in a seasonal breeze unspoken

While lives do merit certain ambience

having understood time in element

sweet farewell of arid temperament

with knowledge shelter a vortex of chance

In morning humanity know each day

means a spiritual guide wills a solace

swift is the timing of fortunate Grace

will soon a blossoming might lead our way

Demands seek urgency’s mortality

Cycle of life bestow such is beauty

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Autumn – by T.E. Hulme

A touch of cold in the Autumn night –
I walked abroad,
And saw the ruddy moon lean over a hedge
Like a red-faced farmer.
I did not stop to speak, but nodded,
And round about were the wistful stars
With white faces like town children.
~ T.E. Hulme

Ed. note: Written in 1908, ‘Autumn’ by Thomas Ernest Hulme (1883-1917) English aesthetician, philosopher, literary critic, and poet, one of the founders of the Imagist movement and a major 20th-century literary influence.

Hulme posited that post-Renaissance humanism was coming to an end and believed that its view of man as without inherent limitations and imperfections was sentimental and based on false premises. His hatred of romantic optimism, his view of man as limited and absurd, his theology, which emphasized the doctrine of original sin, and his advocacy of a “hard, dry” kind of art and poetry foreshadowed the disillusionment of many writers of the 1920s. He advocated the “geometrical” art of Pablo Picasso and Wyndham Lewis as the potential expression of a new, more disciplined religious outlook. {Encyc Brit.}