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I marvel how Nature could ever find space
For so many strange contrasts in one human face:
There's thought and no thought, and there's paleness and bloom
And bustle and sluggishness, pleasure and gloom.
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I wandered through each chartered street,
Near where the chartered Thames does flow,
A mark in every face I meet,
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It is in the small things we see it.
The child's first step,
as awesome as an earthquake.
The first time you rode a bike,
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I weep for Adonais -he is dead!
O, weep for Adonais! though our tears
Thaw not the frost which binds so dear a head!
And thou, sad Hour, selected from all years
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When thou didst entice to thee my heart,
I thought the service brave:
So many joys I writ down for my part,
Besides what I might have
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Kind solace in a dying hour!
Such, father, is not (now) my theme-
I will not madly deem that power
Of Earth may shrive me of the sin
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If you are lucky in this life,
you will get to help your enemy
the way I got to help my mother
when she was weakened past the point of saying no.
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Thousands of desires, each worth dying for...
many of them I have realized...yet I yearn for more...
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Perceived love at first sight,
Provide vigour and might,
Against every odds, path right,
Never out of goal keeping in sight,
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NO more wine? then we'll push back chairs and talk.
A final glass for me, though: cool, i' faith!
We ought to have our Abbey back, you see.
It's different, preaching in basilicas,
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The First Epistle
Awake, my ST. JOHN!(1) leave all meaner things
To low ambition, and the pride of Kings.
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I am happy to return to Stone Age
Old intolerance ghost is out of cage
Hatred and violence continue to creates rage
Nothing can be written on simple page
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Goethe in Weimar sleeps, and Greece,
Long since, saw Byron's struggle cease.
But one such death remain'd to come;
The last poetic voice is dumb--
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When that rich soul which to her heaven is gone,
Whom all do celebrate, who know they have one
(For who is sure he hath a soul, unless
It see, and judge, and follow worthiness,
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This plot of ground
facing the waters of this inlet
is dedicated to the living presence of
Emily Dickinson Wellcome
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I
Once in the winter
Out on a lake
In the heart of the north-land,
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"Vocat aestus in umbram"
Nemesianus Es. IV.
E. P. Ode pour l'élection de son sépulchre
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In the prologue to the Masnavi Rumi hailed Love and its sweet madness that heals all infirmities, and he exhorted the reader to burst the bonds to silver and gold to be free. The Beloved is all in all and is only veiled by the lover. Rumi identified the first cause of all things as God and considered all second causes subordinate to that. Human minds recognize the second causes, but only prophets perceive the action of the first cause. One story tells of a clever rabbit who warned the lion about another lion and showed the lion his own image in a well, causing him to attack it and drown. After delivering his companions from the tyrannical lion, the rabbit urges them to engage in the more difficult warfare against their own inward lusts. In a debate between trusting God and human exertion, Rumi quoted the prophet Muhammad as saying, "Trust in God, yet tie the camel's leg."8 He also mentioned the adage that the worker is the friend of God; so in trusting in providence one need not neglect to use means. Exerting oneself can be giving thanks for God's blessings; but he asked if fatalism shows gratitude.
God is hidden and has no opposite, not seen by us yet seeing us. Form is born of the formless but ultimately returns to the formless. An arrow shot by God cannot remain in the air but must return to God. Rumi reconciled God's agency with human free will and found the divine voice in the inward voice. Those in close communion with God are free, but the one who does not love is fettered by compulsion. God is the agency and first cause of our actions, but human will as the second cause finds recompense in hell or with the Friend. God is like the soul, and the world is like the body. The good and evil of bodies comes from souls. When the sanctuary of true prayer is revealed to one, it is shameful to turn back to mere formal religion. Rumi confirmed Muhammad's view that women hold dominion over the wise and men of heart; but violent fools, lacking tenderness, gentleness, and friendship, try to hold the upper hand over women, because they are swayed by their animal nature. The human qualities of love and tenderness can control the animal passions. Rumi concluded that woman is a ray of God and the Creator's self.
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One more Unfortunate,
Weary of breath,
Rashly importunate,
Gone to her death!
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Confusion is seems so frustrating to me,
Because I hate myself for being unable to feeling my emotion inside.
Is that who I'm supposed to be,
A girl who lack the ability to feel my emotion I show them but nothing inside.
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Weakness of a woman
Strong enough to
Deprive a man
Of his power
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One source of suffering
in each of our lives
is weakness.
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Weakness can never
Sunday, August 30,2020
8: 57 AM
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My weakness are
books because they
are enchanting
We could die
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"The median height for a fatal fall is 4 stories, at 8 the chance of survivial is nearly zero"
The thought pounds in my head, over and over, as I pace the barren parking garage
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I am a mortal
Held bound by the weaknesses that control the soul
Loathing the choices that control my deals
And loathed by the deals of with I stay no longer at ease
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