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 ~*Starry Lane*~'s Profile |
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| Age: | 80 years old |
| Sex: | Female |
| Location: | the woods, the beach, the stars, Wales |
| Country: |  United Kingdom |
| Zodiac: |  Capricorn (Dec 22- Jan 19) |
| Last Login: | Jun 26, 2008 (517 days back) |
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About Me |
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May all beings have happiness and the causes of happiness; May all be free from sorrow and the causes of sorrow; May all never be separated from the sacred happiness which is sorrowless; And may all live in equanimity, without too much attachment and too much aversion, And live believing in the equality of all that lives. ~traditional buddhist prayer~ i am a mother...child of the earth...hopeless romantic...vegan...Blue Lunar Night...love the sun on my face...the wind on my neck...walking barefoot...drinkin tea...crystal keeper...the mist rolling in from the sea through the valley...listening to the sound of my children laughing, like the birds in the morning...watching sunbeams through incense smoke....the smell of sandalwood...lookin out the window...watching the stars...sitting quietly...vanilla...ginger...cinnamon...growin things...walkin on the beach....and in the woods...happy when im being creative...love watchin the sunrise and the sunset from here on my hill on the edge of the middle of nowhere...here where the wind blows the rain sideways...and the owls speak to each other across the valley at night... Ode to Psyche O GODDESS! hear these tuneless numbers, wrung By sweet enforcement and remembrance dear, And pardon that thy secrets should be sung Even into thine own soft-conchèd ear: Surely I dream'd to-day, or did I see The wingèd Psyche with awaken'd eyes? I wander'd in a forest thoughtlessly, And, on the sudden, fainting with surprise, Saw two fair creatures, couchèd side by side In deepest grass, beneath the whisp'ring roof Of leaves and trembled blossoms, where there ran A brooklet, scarce espied: 'Mid hush'd, cool-rooted flowers, fragrant-eyed, Blue, silver-white, and budded Tyrian They lay calm-breathing on the bedded grass; Their arms embracèd, and their pinions too; Their lips touch'd not, but had not bade adieu, As if disjoinèd by soft-handed slumber, And ready still past kisses to outnumber At tender eye-dawn of aurorean love: The wingèd boy I knew; But who wast thou, O happy, happy dove? His Psyche true! O latest-born and loveliest vision far Of all Olympus' faded hierarchy! Fairer than Phoebe's sapphire-region'd star, Or Vesper, amorous glow-worm of the sky; Fairer than these, though temple thou hast none, Nor altar heap'd with flowers; Nor Virgin-choir to make delicious moan Upon the midnight hours; No voice, no lute, no pipe, no incense sweet From chain-swung censer teeming; No shrine, no grove, no oracle, no heat Of pale-mouth'd prophet dreaming. O brightest! though too late for antique vows, Too, too late for the fond believing lyre, When holy were the haunted forest boughs, Holy the air, the water, and the fire; Yet even in these days so far retired From happy pieties, thy lucent fans, Fluttering among the faint Olympians, I see, and sing, by my own eyes inspired. So let me be thy choir, and make a moan Upon the midnight hours; Thy voice, thy lute, thy pipe, thy incense sweet From swingèd censer teeming: Thy shrine, thy grove, thy oracle, thy heat Of pale-mouth'd prophet dreaming. Yes, I will be thy priest, and build a fane In some untrodden region of my mind, Where branchèd thoughts, new grown with pleasant pain, Instead of pines shall murmur in the wind: Far, far around shall those dark-cluster'd trees Fledge the wild-ridgèd mountains steep by steep; And there by zephyrs, streams, and birds, and bees, The moss-lain Dryads shall be lull'd to sleep; And in the midst of this wide quietness A rosy sanctuary will I dress With the wreath'd trellis of a working brain, With buds, and bells, and stars without a name, With all the gardener Fancy e'er could feign, Who breeding flowers, will never breed the same; And there shall be for thee all soft delight That shadowy thought can win, A bright torch, and a casement ope at night, To let the warm Love in! ~John Keats~ Listen to the words of the Great Mother, who of old was called Artemis, Astarte, Dione, Melusine, Aphrodite, Cerridwen, Diana, Arionrhod, Brigid, and by many other names: Whenever you have need of anything, once a month, and better it be when the moon is full, you shall assemble in some secret place and adore the spirit of Me Who is Queen of all the Wise. You shall be free from slavery, and as a sign that you be free you shall be naked in your rites. Sing, feast, dance, make music and love, all in My presence, for Mine is the ecstasy of the spirit and Mine also is joy on Earth. For My law is love unto all things. Mine is the secret that opens the door of youth, and Mine is the cup of wine of life that is the Cauldron of Cerridwen, that is the holy grail of immortality. I give the knowledge of the spirit eternal, and beyond death I give peace and freedom and reunion with those that have gone before. Nor do I demand aught of sacrifice, for behold, I am the Mother of all things and My love is poured out upon the Earth. Hear the words of the Star Goddess, the dust of Whose feet are the hosts of Heaven, Whose body encircles the universe. I who am the beauty of the green earth and the white moon among the stars and the mysteries of the waters, I call upon your soul to arise and come unto me. For I am the soul of nature that gives life to the universe. From Me all things proceed and unto Me they must return. Let My worship be in the heart that rejoices, for behold, all acts of love and pleasure are My rituals. Let there be beauty and strength, power and compassion, honour and humility, mirth and reverence within you. And you who seek to know Me, know that the seeking and yearning will avail you not, unless you know the Mystery: for if that which you seek, you find not within yourself, you will never find it without. For behold, I have been with you from the beginning, and I am That which is attained at the end of desire. ~Charge of the Goddess~ ~Doreen Valiente - adapted by Starhawk~ “To live content with small means; to seek elegance rather than luxury, and refinement rather than fashion; to be worthy, not respectable, and wealthy, not, rich; to listen to stars and birds, babes and sages, with open heart; to study hard; to think quietly, act frankly, talk gently, await occasions, hurry never; in a word, to let the spiritual, unbidden and unconscious, grow up through the common - this is my symphony." I Am I am free, like an angel, and take on many forms I laugh and I listen I am never far away I am never gone at all I am a friend, a good book, or a pink and golden sunset I am a mothers touch and a fathers helping hand You know me because I am you You are me through and through I am unconditional love and you are too! -John T. Goltz © 1996 |
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...to accomplish great things, we must not only act, but also dream, not only plan, but also believe....... Now I am a plant, a weed, Bending and swinging On a rocky ledge; And now I am a long brown grass Fluttering like flame; I am a reed; An old shell singing For ever the same; A drift of sedge; A white, white stone; A bone; Until I pass Into sand again, And spin and blow To and fro, to and fro, On the edge of the sea In the fading light-- For the light fades. But if you were to come you would not say: "She is not waiting here for me; She has forgotten." Have we not in play, Disguised ourselves as weed and stones and grass While the strange ships did pass Gently, gravely, leaving a curl of foam That uncurled softly about our island home, Bubbles of foam that glittered on the stone Like rainbows? Look, darling! No, they are gone. And the white sails have melted into the sailing sky... ~Katherine Mansfield~ Hymn To The Night I heard the trailing garments of the Night Sweep through her marble halls! I saw her sable skirts all fringed with light From the celestial walls! I felt her presence, by its spell of might, Stoop o'er me from above; The calm, majestic presence of the Night, As of the one I love. I heard the sounds of sorrow and delight, The manifold, soft chimes, That fill the haunted chambers of the Night Like some old poet's rhymes. From the cool cisterns of the midnight air My spirit drank repose; The fountain of perpetual peace flows there, From those deep cisterns flows. O holy Night! from thee I learn to bear What man has borne before! Thou layest thy finger on the lips of Care, And they complain no more. Peace! Peace! Orestes-like I breathe this prayer! Descend with broad-winged flight, The welcome, the thrice-prayed for, the most fair, The best-beloved Night! ~Henry Longfellow~ What is divinity if it can come Only in silent shadows and in dreams? Shall she not find in comforts of the sun, In pungent fruit and bright, green wings, or else In any balm or beauty of the earth, Things to be cherished like the thought of heaven? Divinity must live within herself: Passions of rain, or moods in falling snow; Grievings in loneliness, or unsubdued Elations when the forest blooms; gusty Emotions on wet roads on autumn nights; All pleasures and all pains, remembering The bough of summer and the winter branch, These are the measures destined for her soul. ~Wallace Stevens~ i like going outside...spending time with my little angels...watchin birds...drumming...crystals...finding feathers...alternative technology and healing...anything that involves nature...painting and drawing..dancin...sewing...gardening...thinking...cooking... playin around with colours...making mandalas...oracle readings...dream travel... Realm of The Earth Goddess Come with me to a dreamlike, magical place Where fantasy encompasses time and space Love, beauty and passion conspire to bloom The rich heady scent of stimulating perfume Sweet sensual embrace, delicate like a rare flower Sensual Passion flowers open every daring hour Soothing, tranquil moments of bubbling fountains Ultra refreshing showers sparkling like champagne Pampered, ravishing petals of a fragrant Rose Mystical hints of spicy aromas tickling your nose Glittering, silky-soft, liquid touch of pure opulent gold Calming, dewy glazed blossoms to enchant the soul Shimmering smiles, unveiling inner radiance Sultry mingling with lily’s alluring fragrance Whispers of Ethereal Lips promising to enhance Blushful, peaceful, enticing Blooms of Romance Luxurious shades, soothing, healing crystal gaze Velvety hot kisses illuminating moonless days Timeless Night Magic where no Mortals dwell Welcome... to my Luminescence Goddess Realm Amy Ramdass ~Said the West Wind~ I love old earth! Why should I lift my wings, My misty wings, so high above her breast That flowers would shake no perfumes from their hearts, And waters breathe no whispers to the shores? I love deep places builded high with woods, Deep, dusk, fern-closed, and starred with nodding blooms, Close watched by hills, green, garlanded and tall. On hazy wings, all shot with mellow gold, I float, I float thro' shadows clear as glass; With perfumed feet I wander o'er the seas, And touch white sails with gentle finger-tips; I blow the faithless butterfly against The rose-red thorn, and thus avenge the rose; I whisper low amid the solemn boughs, And stir a leaf where not my loudest sigh Could move the emerald branches from their calm,-- Leaves, leaves, I love ye much, for ye and I Do make sweet music over all the earth! I dream by glassy ponds, and, lingering, kiss The gold crowns of their lilies one by one, As mothers kiss their babes who be asleep On the clear gilding of their infant heads, Lest if they kissed the dimple on the chin, The rose flecks on the cheek or dewy lips, The calm of sleep might feel the touch of love, And so be lost. I steal before the rain, The longed-for guest of summer; as his fringe Of mist drifts slowly from the mountain peaks, The flowers dance to my fairy pipe and fling Rich odours on my wings, and voices cry, "The dear West Wind is damp, and rich with scent; We shall have fruits and yellow sheaves for this." At night I play amidst the silver mists, And chase them on soft feet until they climb And dance their gilded plumes against the stars; At dawn the last round primrose star I hide By wafting o'er her some small fleck of cloud, And ere it passes comes the broad, bold Sun And blots her from the azure of the sky, As later, toward his noon, he blots a drop Of pollen-gilded dew from violet cup Set bluely in the mosses of the wood. ~Isabella Valancy Crawford~ “I am the immeasurable potential of all that was, is, and will be, and my desires are like seeds left in the ground: they wait for the right season and then spontaneously manifest into beautiful flowers and mighty trees, into enchanted gardens and majestic forests..” All the Hemispheres Leave the familiar for a while. Let your senses and bodies stretch out Like a welcomed season Onto the meadow and shores and hills. Open up to the Roof. Make a new watermark on your excitement And love. Like a blooming night flower, Bestow your vital fragrance of happiness And giving Upon our intimate assembly. Change rooms in your mind for a day. All the hemispheres in existence Lie beside an equator In your heart. Greet Yourself In your thousand other forms As you mount the hidden tide and travel Back home. All the hemispheres in heaven Are sitting around a fire Chatting While stitching themselves together Into the Great Circle inside of You. Hafiz Translated by Daniel Ladinsky Touched by an Angel We, unaccustomed to courage exiles from delight live coiled in shells of loneliness until love leaves its high holy temple and comes into our sight to liberate us into life. Love arrives and in its train come ecstasies old memories of pleasure ancient histories of pain. Yet if we are bold, love strikes away the chains of fear from our souls. We are weaned from our timidity In the flush of love's light we dare be brave And suddenly we see that love costs all we are and will ever be. 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I'd like to meet:My soul is alight with your infinitude of stars. Your world has broken upon me like a flood. The flowers of your garden blossom in my body. The joy of life that is everywhere burns like an incense in my heart. And the breath of all things plays on my life as on a pipe of reeds. ~Rabindranath Tagore~ The Earth-Child in the Grass In the very early morning Long before Dawn time I lay down in the paddock And listened to the cold song of the grass. Between my fingers the green blades, And the green blades pressed against my body. "Who is she leaning so heavily upon me?" Sang the grass. "Why does she weep on my bosom, Mingling her tears with the tears of my mystic lover? Foolish little earth-child! It is not yet time. One day I shall open my bosom And you shall slip in--but not weeping. Then in the early morning Long before Dawn time Your lover will lie in the paddock. Between his fingers the green blades And the green blades pressed against his body... My song shall not sound cold to him In my deep wave he will find the wave of your hair In my strong sweet perfume, the perfume of your kisses. Long and long he will lie there... Laughing--not weeping." ~Katherine Mansfield~ I thought the earth remembered me, she took me back so tenderly, arranging her dark skirts, her pockets full of lichens and seeds. I slept as never before, a stone on the river bed, nothing between me and the white fire of the stars but my thoughts, and they floated light as moths among the branches of the perfect trees. All night I heard the small kingdoms breathing around me, the insects, and the birds who do their work in the darkness. All night I rose and fell, as if in water, grappling with a luminous doom. By morning I had vanished at least a dozen times into something better. from Sleeping In The Forest by Mary Oliver Give thou thine heart to the wild magic, To the Lord and the Lady of Nature, Beyond any consideration of this world. Do not covet large or small, Do not despise weakling or poor, Semblance of evil allow not near thee, Never give nor earn thou shame. The Ancient Harmonies are given thee, Understand them early and prove, Be one with the power of the elements, Put behind thee dishonour and lies. Be loyal to the Lord of the Wild Wood, Be true to the Lady of the Stars, Be true to thine own self besides, True to the magic of Nature above all else. Do not thou curse anyone, Lest thou threefold cursed shouldst be, And shouldst thou travel ocean and earth, Follow the very step of the ancient trackways. ~Carmina Gadelica~ ancient celtic oral tradition I know a bank where the wild thyme blows Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows Quite overcanopied with luscious woodbine With sweet musk roses, and with eglantine. There sleeps Titania sometime of the night Lulled in these flowers with dances and delight, And there the snake sheds her enamelled skin, Weed wide enough to wrap a fairy in. -A Midsummer's Night Dream by William Shakespeare Friendship is harmony, friendship is peace, friendship is bliss. Friendship is harmony. Mutual harmony removes all dark conflicts. Each individual has opinions of his own, but when friendship becomes the connecting link between two persons, all conflicts are removed and they become one. ~Sri Chinmoy~ |
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Music:If we shadows have offended, Think but this, and all is mended, That you have but stumbled here, While these visions did appear. And this weak and idle theme, No more yielding but a dream, Gentles do not reprehend: If you pardon, we will mend.... Every fairy this must do: Each and every chamber bless Give the palace peacefulness. With the owner of it blessed, Ever he'll in safety rest. Trip away and don't delay; Meet me all by break of day. If we actors have offended, Think only this, and all is mended: That you've only slumbered here While these visions did appear. And this weak and pointless theme Was nothing better than a dream.... So, good night unto you all! Puck, Midsummer Night's Dream ...Ozric Tentacles...The Orb...Magic Mushroom Band...The Doors...StarSinger...Bob Marley...Nirvana...Transglobal Underground sorta sounds....Check out The Rub..Enya..Cocteau Twins...This Mortal Coil...The Cure...aMichael Franti... Goldfrapp...Alanis Morrissette...World Music...Astralasia...the best stuff ive heard was in little tents at festivals... |
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Books:Dorothy Roeder, Carlos Castenada, Barbara Ann Brennan, Hazel Raven...Melody...Marian Green...Silver Raven Wolf... Terry Lynn Taylor...Brian Froud...the Butterfly Ball...Uncle Lubin...old poetry books... Doreen Virtue...Louise Hay...Glennie Kindred...Tolkien... Robert Jordan...Wheel of Time books...Mists of Avalon...Stephen Donaldson...Return of da Faeries... the right book at the right time really...i love childrens books...with their beautiful illustrations...books about angels...alternative medicine and culture...animals...all of nature...mythology... Save The World - One Click At A Time! On each of these websites, you can click a button to support the cause -- each click creates funding, and costs you nothing! Bookmark these sites, and click once a day! Click here to post this on your page or 'blog |
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Heroes:The winter will lose its cold, as the snow will be without whiteness, The night without darkness, the heavens without stars, the day without light, The flower will lose its beauty, all fountains their water, the sea its fish, the tree its birds, the forest its beasts, the earth its harvest All these things will pass before anyone breaks the bonds of our love, And before I cease caring for you in my heart. May your days be happy in number as flakes of snow, May your nights be peaceful, and may you be without troubles. ~ matthew of rievaulx ~ Keep me fully glad with nothing. Only take my hand in your hand. In the gloom of the deepening night take up my heart and play with it as you list. Bind me close to you with nothing. I will spread myself out at your feet and lie still. Under this clouded sky I will meet silence with silence. I will become one with the night clasping the earth in my breast. Make my life glad with nothing. The rains sweep the sky from end to end. Jasmines in the wet untamable wind revel in their own perfume. The cloud-hidden stars thrill in secret. Let me fill to the full my heart with nothing but my own depth of joy. ~Rabindranath Tagore~ Like antlers, like veins of the brain the branches Mark patterns of mind on the red winter sky; 'I am thought of all plants,' says the Green Man, 'I am thought of all plants,' says he. The hungry birds harry the last berries of rowan But white is her bark in the darkness of rain; 'I rise with the sap,' says the Green Man, 'I rise with the sap,' says he. The ashes are clashing their boughs like sword-dancers, Their black buds are tracing wild faces in the clouds; 'I come with the wind,' says the Green Man, 'I come with the wind,' says he. The alders are rattling as though ready for battle Guarding the grove where she waits for her lover. 'I burn with desire,' says the Green Man, 'I burn with desire,' says he. In and out of the yellowing wands of the willow The pollen-bright bees are plundering the catkins; 'I am honey of love,' says the Green Man, 'I am honey of love,' says he. The hedges of quick are thick with may blossom As the dancers advance on the leaf-covered King; 'It's off with my head,' says the Green Man, 'It's off with my head,' says he. Green Man becomes grown man in flames of the oak As its crown forms his mask and its leafage his features; 'I speak through the oak,' says the Green Man, 'I speak through the oak,' says he. The holly is flowering as hayfields are rolling Their gleaming long grasses like waves of the sea; 'I shine with the sun,' says the Green Man, 'I shine with the sun,' says he. The hazels are rocking the cups of their nuts As the harvesters shout when the last sheaf is cut; 'I swim with the salmon,' says the Green Man, 'I swim with the salmon,' says he. The globes of the grapes are robing with bloom Like the hazes of autumn, like the Milky Way's stardust; 'I am crushed for your drink,' says the Green Man, 'I am crushed for your drink,' says he. The aspen drops silver of leaves on earth's salver And the poplars shed gold on the young ivy flowerheads; 'I have paid for your pleasure,' says the Green Man, 'I have paid for your pleasure,' says he. The reedbeds are flanking in silence the islands Where meditates Wisdom as she waits and waits; 'I have kept her secret,' says the Green Man, 'I have kept her secret,' says he. The bark of the elder makes whistles for children To call to the deer as they rove over the snow. 'I am born in the dark,' says the Green Man, 'I am born in the dark,' says he. ~William Anderson, from The Green Man~ My Cosmic Mother’s Face Fairy dream faces, like fresh flowers, May bloom in the vase of my gaze for my soul to see; But the Face that vanished behind space Cannot be replaced by any of these.. There are faces of transcendent beauty, Faces of exquisite charm, faces tender and true; There are faces of sweetness and wisdom, But there’s none like the face of You.. There are faces tainted by fires of lust, Faces the wise cannot fathom, faces a child cannot trust.. There are faces of beauty, steeped in glory through and through; But O Cosmic Mother, they are dim beside You.. There’s the violet, the lily, the lotus, the rose; Fragrant flower-faces blooming under the snows; There are faces of stars, and the moon and the sun.. But for me there’s One Face evermore, only one.. After my search through aeons unnumbered, The never-ceasing streamlets of my dreams Have melted in Thy silver ocean-face, Where smiling love forever softly gleams.. Countless silver rays of living beauties Have melted into one transcendent grace – The beauties of a million, million ages – To make, at last, Thine omnipresent face.. Without Thy face, there is no light for me In all the unplumbed depths of land or seal Thy beauty-rays are rainbowed over all Eternity, while planets rise and fall.. On the lips of laughter, on roses in the dawn, It is Thy smile forever glowing there- An immortelle of glory, heavenly sweet With fragrance of unceasing, selfless prayer.. On the calm lake of my breathless bosom, Where ripplets of desire no more Play little games like children, The glimmer of Thy face is spreading o’er.. In the cleansed mirror of my memory, In the deep crystal pool that is my heart, I see Thine omnipresence trapped for me- Of my own self forevermore a part.. As I, awakening, pass through gates of light, Thy wisdom-face is all my soul can see.. Faded, the pale pleasure-stars of dream skies, In the omniscient light enfolding Thee.. Auroras, lights squeezed from shimmering hives of atoms, Flashing feelings, burning vitalities, worlds of flame, Dumb stones and speaking minds – all melted together To form Thy one face and to spell Thy one name.. My vision, withdrawn from viewing pulsating centuries, Throws its countless eyes within to search eternity; And all I seek, O Cosmic Mother, all I crave forever, Is the light of one face – the face of Thee! ~Paramahansa Yogananda~
You are The StarHope, expectation, Bright promises. What Tarot Card are You? Garden of Love~ Sweet Mother Divine Deep longing for you comes at first like faint rolling thunder far away Then this gripping honey sweet presence grows louder and stronger like an approaching stampede of wild buffalo At last it gathers these pregnant love moistened clouds in my heart causing them to boil over in a torrential rain of sunlit tears What a joy if a few flowers were to bloom in this rain soaked garden of love ~Ethan Walker~ My beloved Divine Mother Dance with me under the soft moon shining in the wide open fields far beyond the toil and trouble of my busy mind Dance with me before the night grows old while the winds of love still bow the grasses and the coyotes howl for you to step their way Dance with me my beloved while the Mystery's Edge still flirts in the shadow of your radiant light ~Ethan Walker~ ~Nightingales in my Den~ Conjuring up doorways my soul had sought Your profound words revealed the golden key "Kal ho naa ho", a whisper of a thought And I entered a tomorrow that may not be Your poetic words lead me to inner portals Veiled with symbolism, yet I could really see Through the joy of Creativity, all are Immortals I could be more than I am cut out to be Iambic meters, sweet rhythms and rhymes Pure poetry to fill chasms of body and soul I am the Belle of Dreams drifting on Time I feel inseparable from your cosmic whole Whether in rhyming song or lyrical verse Your poetry aims to transform my universe "Na Tum Jaano Na Hum", we are all clueless And I instantly see the point to all this happiness You have the capability of bringing me to my feet O Gods and Goddess of such divine melody I am wide awake yet hushed into sleep so sweet You have rewritten my universe in sheer poetry I am enchanted with your sweet invigorating flow Your poetry and songs continue to move me so There is one thing I have just got to let you know "Mujhe tumse pyar hai", I love you so ~Amy Ramdass I WAS again beside thee in a dream: Earth was so beautiful, the moon was shining; The muffled voice of many a cataract stream Came like a love-song, as, with arms entwining, Our hearts were mixed in unison supreme. The wind lay spell-bound in each pillared pine, The tasselled larches had no sound or motion, As my whole life was sinking into thine-- Sinking into a deep, unfathomed ocean Of infinite love--uncircumscribed, divine. Night held her breath, it seemed, with all her stars: Eternal eyes that watched in mute compassion Our little lives o'erleap their mortal bars, Fused in the fulness of immortal passion, A passion as immortal as the stars. There was no longer any thee or me; No sense of self, no wish or incompleteness The moment, rounded to Eternity, Annihilated time's destructive fleetness: For all but love itself had ceased to be. ~Mathilde Blind~ 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! ~Lord Byron~ Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths, Enwrought with golden and silver light, The blue and the dim and the dark cloths Of night and light and the half-light, I would spread the cloths under your feet: But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly, because you tread on my dreams... ~William Butler Yeats~ ~To Night~ Swiftly walk o'er the western wave, Spirit of Night! Out of the misty eastern cave, Where, all the long and lone daylight, Thou wovest dreams of joy and fear, Which make thee terrible and dear-- Swift be thy flight! Wrap thy form in a mantle gray, Star-inwrought! Blind with thine hair the eyes of day; Kiss her until she be wearied out, Then wander o'er city, and sea, and land, Touching all with thine opiate wand-- Come, long-sought! When I arose and saw the dawn, I sighed for thee; When light rode high, and the dew was gone, And noon lay heavy on flower and tree, And the weary day turned to his rest, Lingering like an unloved guest, I sighed for thee. Thy brother Death came, and cried, Wouldst thou me? Thy sweet child Sleep, the filmy-eyed, Murmured like a noontide bee, Shall I nestle near thy side? Wouldst thou me?--And I replied, No, not thee! Death will come when thou art dead, Soon, too soon-- Sleep will come when thou art fled; Of neither would I ask the boon I ask of thee, beloved Night-- Swift be thine approaching flight, Come soon, soon! ~Percy Bysshe Shelley~ 'How beautiful this night! the balmiest sigh, Which vernal zephyrs breathe in evening's ear, Were discord to the speaking quietude That wraps this moveless scene. Heaven's ebon vault, Studded with stars unutterably bright, Through which the moon's unclouded grandeur rolls, Seems like a canopy which love had spread To curtain her sleeping world. Yon gentle hills. Robed in a garment of untrodden snow; Yon darksome rocks, whence icicles depend So stainless that their white and glittering spires Tinge not the moon's pure beam; yon castled steep Whose banner hangeth o'er the time-worn tower So idly that rapt fancy deemeth it A metaphor of peace;--all form a scene Where musing solitude might love to lift Her soul above this sphere of earthliness; Where silence undisturbed might watch alone-- So cold, so bright, so still. ~Percy Bysshe Shelly~ May the light of your soul guide you. May the light of your soul bless the work that you do with the secret love and warmth of your heart. May you see in what you do the beauty of your own soul. May the sacredness of your work bring healing, light and renewal to those who work with you and to those who see and receive your work. May your work never weary you. May it release within you wellsprings of refreshment, inspiration and excitement. May you be present in what you do. May you never become lost in bland absences. May the day never burden. May dawn find you awake and alert, approaching your new day with dreams, possibilities and promises. May evening find you gracious and fulfilled. May you go into the night blessed, sheltered and protected. May your soul calm, console and renew you. ~Celtic Blessing~ This song of mine will wind its music around you, my child, like the fond arms of love. The song of mine will touch your forehead like a kiss of blessing. When you are alone it will sit by your side and whisper in your ear, when you are in the crowd it will fence you about with aloofness. My song will be like a pair of wings to your dreams, it will transport your heart to the verge of the unknown. It will be like the faithful star overhead when dark night is over your road. My song will sit in the pupils of your eyes, and will carry your sight into the heart of things. And when my voice is silenced in death, my song will speak in your living heart. ~Rabindranath Tagore~ I feel the force An infinite connection Lives and breathes Filling the forest with wind And my heart with joy In this timeless moment Beyond the mystery All the power of the universe Is together in me Without a trace of doubt The spark of truth burns bright With the warmth of fire That will never die For I am light that sees A vision of love Glowing for eternity ~Joseph Dale Miller~ |
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| MaritalStatus: | In a Relationship |
| Hometown: | Cozmik hill in the clouds |
| Occupation: | Faerie Godmother in training |
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~Peace in Our Garden~ |
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| There will be among all the people the peace of a million years of dreaming.And it will come to pass that there will be no separation.The people will rise together, young and old, female and male, and... Posted by ~*Starry Lane*~ on Sat, 21 Jun 2008 10:11:00 PST |
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~I walk through this Heaven on Earth~ |
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| I WALK THROUGH THIS HEAVEN ON EARTHturning and turning and turningI see everywhereexquisite perfection pouring from everythingand I walk though this Heaven on Earthastounded and entranced and oh so gr... Posted by ~*Starry Lane*~ on Thu, 12 Jun 2008 02:04:00 PST |
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~Blue Lunar Night~ |
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| Blue Lunar Night Tone 2: Lunar - Relationships & PolarityBlue Night is your Conscious Self - who you are and who you are becoming. Blue night is the ... Posted by ~*Starry Lane*~ on Thu, 12 Jun 2008 01:51:00 PST |
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~The Faery Who Was Kissed By Pixies ~ |
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| Love given. Love received. Metaphorical open-heart surgery. Here is the meaning of the card:Pixie kisses are not chocolate like the well known Hershey's Kisses, but the pixies ... Posted by ~*Starry Lane*~ on Sun, 25 May 2008 11:14:00 PST |
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~The River~ |
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| Take me to that river&That secret blue-screamed dreaming streamWhere stirring stars lick curve of nightCool crickets click in tricky grassFlies waltzing clear of spider tranceAnd distant dogs dark bar... Posted by ~*Starry Lane*~ on Mon, 19 May 2008 01:10:00 PST |
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~A Lovers Call~ |
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| A Lovers CallWhere are you, my beloved? Are you in that littleParadise, watering the flowers who look upon youAs infants look upon the breast of their mothers?Or are you in your chamber where the s... Posted by ~*Starry Lane*~ on Sat, 29 Mar 2008 12:15:00 PST |
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~Join Me in the Pure Atmosphere~ |
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| I slip in and out of the Sea at night with this Amazed soul I have. I am like a magnificent, magic ocean turtle Who sets aside his vast wings of Blue effulgence When I crawl upon your shores To ... Posted by ~*Starry Lane*~ on Fri, 18 Apr 2008 02:36:00 PST |
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~Dreams on the Wind~ |
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| Dreams on the wind Once by a quiet river I knelt with the flower of my heart ablaze. A silken thread of spider web floating and curlin... Posted by ~*Starry Lane*~ on Wed, 23 Apr 2008 08:58:00 PST |
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~Tinuviel~ |
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| "The leaves were long, the grass was green, The hemlock-umbels tall and fair, And in the glade a light was seen Of stars in shadow shimmering. Tinuviel was dancing there &nbs... Posted by ~*Starry Lane*~ on Thu, 01 May 2008 07:09:00 PST |
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~Earth Dreamer~ |
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| I was utterly alone with the sun and the earth. Lying down on the grass, I spoke in my soul to the earth, the sun, the air, and the distant sea far beyond sight. I thought of the earth's f... Posted by ~*Starry Lane*~ on Mon, 28 Apr 2008 07:12:00 PST |
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