
To see a World in a grain of Sand and Heaven in a wildflower, Hold infinity in the palm of your hand and eternity in an hour... William Blake
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It's been awhile, since I said hello, thanks for the tag too. The holiday season in once again started over here. Thanksgiving was yesterday, but my family and I are celebrating today.
the poems amazed me alot talaga. I wish to read more of your poems Kudos... for sure I'll chck this website everynow and then
What is it about being somewhere else and moving that is hard to comprehend? Aren't we all looking for permanence? Aren't we all, when on our journey, longing to be home or to be right exactly where we are, where we are happy and content?
That proverbial journey. The need to be always somewhere else I still fail to understand it. I don’t know journey at all.
I don’t want to be somewhere else. Maybe because “somewhere else” is the destination and not the journey itself and I don’t have mind set to it? Maybe because when I am on a journey, all I have in mind is permanence. Permanence is my home and home is that something we carry along with us wherever we go. It is what keeps us moving. Not moving to be somewhere, but moving towards an inevitable destination. That is to be back home, always at the day’s end. Always at the day’s end.
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An excerpt from Jann Arden's Journal
“ ...The world frustrates all of us. It seems so dismal and pointless some days that it just weighs you down. Personally, for the most part, I just walk around in piles of white clouds, I do. The pointlessness seems important in the big scheme of things. All the things that we don't understand, that make us better than we are, for whatever reason. We are not to know of every little miracle. Not everything is finite. Not everything is answerable. Not everything can be explained away. Not everything makes sense.
Thankfully, most things are just lovely happenings that make our humanity such a wonderful exercise. Our souls are soaking up every little nuance. We take in things we are so not aware of. Millions of thoughts that come and go through our brains and hearts, all noticed, but not labeled and compartmentalized. They all shape our personalities and our ability to be empathic. The beautiful poet "Rilke” often writes about being here on the planet. That to be here, "only once", is in and of itself so blessed. Just once. To live simply and not always be dwelling on where we are going from here, if indeed it is anywhere at all. That "this" is wonderful and perfect and full of light. I want to be more like that. I want to quit worrying about where I am going and being just where I am. It sounds like a giant cliché, but it's quite simply the truth of all that matters...”
All of This
Jann Arden