posting one of my all time favorites... posted it the other day for Rascal and am posting it here again, just because I can! :)
A Tear And A Smile
I would not exchange the sorrows of my heart for the joys of the multitude. And I would not have the tears that sadness makes to flow from my every part turn into laughter.
I would that my life remain a tear and a smile.
A tear to purify my heart and give me understanding of life's secrets and hidden things. A smile to draw me nigh to the sons of my kind and to be a symbol of my glorification of the gods.
A tear to unite me with those of broken heart; a smile to be a sign of my joy in existence.
I would rather that I died in yearning and longing than that I live weary and despairing.
I want the hunger for love and beauty to be in the depths of my spirit, for I have seen those who are satisfied the most wretched of people. I have heard the sigh of those in yearning and longing, and it is sweeter than the sweetest melody.
With evening's coming the flower folds her petals and sleeps, embracing her longing. At morning's approach she opens her lips to meet the sun's kiss.
The life of a flower is longing and fulfilment. A tear and a smile.
The waters of the sea become vapor and rise and come together and are a cloud.
And the cloud floats above the hills and valleys until it meets the gentle breeze, then falls weeping to the fields and joins with brooks and rivers to return to the sea, its home.
The life of clouds is a parting and a meeting. A tear and a smile.
And so does the spirit become separated from the greater spirit to move in the world of matter and pass as a cloud over the mountain of sorrow and the plains of joy to meet the breeze of death and return whence it came.
There was a young man from Murray Whose voice was delicious and purry Though none could resist him No one has yet kissed him He says he’s just not in a hurry.
Roses are red...
ReplyDeletethat's all I've got....
juliebug!!!! :)
ReplyDeleteoh no!! smilies don't work here!!
ReplyDeleteposting one of my all time favorites...
ReplyDeleteposted it the other day for Rascal and am posting it here again, just because I can! :)
A Tear And A Smile
I would not exchange the sorrows of my heart
for the joys of the multitude.
And I would not have the tears that sadness makes
to flow from my every part turn into laughter.
I would that my life remain a tear and a smile.
A tear to purify my heart and give me understanding
of life's secrets and hidden things.
A smile to draw me nigh to the sons of my kind and
to be a symbol of my glorification of the gods.
A tear to unite me with those of broken heart;
a smile to be a sign of my joy in existence.
I would rather that I died in yearning and longing than
that I live weary and despairing.
I want the hunger for love and beauty to be in the
depths of my spirit, for I have seen those who are
satisfied the most wretched of people.
I have heard the sigh of those in yearning and longing,
and it is sweeter than the sweetest melody.
With evening's coming the flower folds her petals
and sleeps, embracing her longing.
At morning's approach she opens her lips to meet
the sun's kiss.
The life of a flower is longing and fulfilment.
A tear and a smile.
The waters of the sea become vapor and rise and come
together and are a cloud.
And the cloud floats above the hills and valleys
until it meets the gentle breeze, then falls weeping
to the fields and joins with brooks and rivers to return
to the sea, its home.
The life of clouds is a parting and a meeting.
A tear and a smile.
And so does the spirit become separated from
the greater spirit to move in the world of matter
and pass as a cloud over the mountain of sorrow
and the plains of joy to meet the breeze of death
and return whence it came.
To the ocean of Love and Beauty----to God.
Kahlil Gibran
Juliebug
ReplyDeleteRoses are red
Violets are blue
I like David
How about you?
ha!
Abrra
Abrra - LOL!
ReplyDeleteabrra1102- I love it!!!
ReplyDelete(on this thread i'm just going to keep posting "I love it", LOL!)
lol happy, thanks for the poem
ReplyDeleteand no I don't like David , I love him.
Okay Happy - finish this off:
ReplyDeleteThere was a young man from Murray
I'm not happy but I am a little giddy.
ReplyDeleteThere was a young man from Murray
Whose voice was delicious and purry
Though none could resist him
No one has yet kissed him
He says he’s just not in a hurry.
Angelica - so cute! LOL!
ReplyDeleteYay Angelica!
ReplyDeleteI was having a hard time rhyming Murray with anything but worry. So I just decided to yield to the experts.
Love the word Purry!