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Those in need- May 1993 Adjusted on January 2013


the love you have for you ©copyright2013owpp

the love you have for you
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Those in need
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Moment of subaqueous
Distress you lift your
Eyes with conviction
Of being heard.

Vigor in double amount
To care for those
In need, give them
A sanctuary

Sooth their wounds
Heal their souls
Iron the crinkled folds
Of their shredded lives

Strength for others
Not your own.
When nothing is left
Besides throes, regrets

For those you cannot
Cushion anymore.
Love aches
Debilitating situation

Is it miscalculation,
The best of the worst?
Simple becomes complicated
Pensile questions

Dull throb.
Let the waves wash
Over, cleans your
Spirit, make things

Right, coach you.
Give you dexterity
For greatness.
Merit and prerogative.

Conveyance and guidance
For the suffering
Promise to hold them
Tight and love

Forever and ever.
To subsume, aver
The love you have…

For you.

Ruth stone Follow up of Elizabeth Gilbert


Three posts ago I gave you a video of Elizabeth Gilbert on TED
where she mentioned the genius of a certain Ruth Stone which
I obviously looked up on you tube out of curiosity.

What I found was a rare gem in the world of poetry.

She is a unique pearl where words magically pour out from her mouth.
There is a book on Amazon called What love comes to.
One can leaf through the first few pages.
A writer Sharon Olds describes her talent beautifully so I will
elaborate no further.

Meanwhile, enjoy this piece of heaven 🙂

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Uploaded on May 21, 2009
Ruth Stone is a true American original. Now aged 93, she is still writing poetry of extraordinary variety and radiance. Pamela Robertson-Pearce filmed her in Vermont in September 2008. Ruth is almost blind but knows many of her poems by heart, and recites (or sings) several poems in this short film (prompted occasionally by editor Neil Astley). Born in Virginia in 1915, she has lived in rural Vermont for much of her life. In 1959, after her husband committed suicide, she had to raise three daughters alone, all the time writing what she called her love poems, all written to a dead man who forced her to ‘reside in limbo’ with her daughters. The poems are all from her recent retrospective WHAT LOVE COMES TO: NEW & SELECTED POEMS: ‘In an Iridescent Time’, ‘Orchard’, ‘The Talking Fish’, ‘The Excuse’, ‘Advice’, ‘I Have Three Daughters’ (which she sings), ‘Mantra’ and ‘The Season’. The poems are included here by permission of her publishers Copper Canyon Press in the US and Bloodaxe Books in the UK. For more details, see: http://www.bloodaxebooks.com/titlepage.asp?isbn=1852248416

Gifted Hands The Ben Carson Story Full Film – Upload by Dr. Inthush Kavisha


Yesterday, I ” stumbled ” upon this film, thinking nothing of it in the beginning. Ignorant
of the story and this magnificent, inspiring personality.
It took me a few minutes at the end of the movie, to digest the ideas absorbed along.
I can practically say, this is a continuation of the ” How to be a no-limit person ” lecture
of Dr. Wayne Dyer.
Dr. Ben Carson is the living proof that anything is possible, given, there’s a will to do
what we put our minds to. He personifies the-sky-is-the-limit philosophy.
This film is not the typical chilled movie but there’s so much to learn from! There’s a
much bigger amount of satisfaction at the end and I surely didn’t feel I had wasted
my time.
Let me know about it once you’ve watched it. Enjoy:)

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Resumé on Thoreau’s essay ” Walking ” 2010


1860s 1861 Portrait of older Henry David Thoreau, American poet - kopie - kopie

Hi everyone!

Part of my lit. studies included reading ” Walking ” from Henri David Thoreau, Which was hard to read
as it’s heavy philosophy, then write a resumé on it which I’d like to share with you.

I nevertheless was introduced that way, to quality writing and the classics which turned me into a big fan!
I found his chain of thoughts to be so rich, one could read it over and over again without tiring and
experience different emotions every time.
Every line has to be studied. One can, through this essay learn and cultivate the love for words.
It’s intellectually stimulating and challenging.
It’s no wonder it was part of the curriculum, I’m truly glad to have been given this opportunity to
discover such an outstanding writer.

I hope you’ll enjoy it, let me know!

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Henry D. Thoreau starts his essay ” Walking ” with the simple wish to be, nature’s advocate, with the
controversial idea that man is alone with it and not part of an entity.

While he’s walking he observes, reflects and ruminates profoundly on many aspect of nature and fundamental
human concerns.

Walking for Thoreau is more than that. It’s an exercise of the brain. It stimulates his intellect. It’s where
he digs out all the material needed for his profession. Walking for him, is what an airplane is for an aviator
or, an arrow for a bushman.

Walden pond Concord Massachusetts

Walden pond Concord Massachusetts

It has given him the possibility to produce the most exquisite piece of poetry called ” The Malborough Road. ”
Being confined to an office would’ve never given him that possibility.

Along the essay we find him, broaching a wide range of subjects.
He starts with the actual directions he prefers and why. Southwest or eastward, goes on to the botanists, panoramas
with a detailed geographical description, which he is not presently experiencing but reminiscing.
That’s how we understand his Essay to be ” a walk through his imagination “.

As he goes on, he writes about animals. it is very descriptive and poetical. He glorifies the things others take for
granted. He comes to know along the way, that nature is above all. It’s the kernel, it’s vital for our survival.
We should be blending, melting, into nature and not vice versa. The core is mother nature and we are its servants.

Nature, under his ballpoint ( or more likely, his quill pen in those days 🙂 ) takes another dimension.
One can feel and sense it being practically a religion, so intense it is. One falls in love with nature all over again and would like to immerse oneself in it and find the tranquility and beauty felt in the reading.

The cabin

The cabin

In, what I call, the ninth part ( we’ve been asked to break it up into major parts ) he brings up, literature. One can observe how he
” provokes ” the reader into controversial ideas once again. That is, what makes it his style, his signature.
It forces its readers admiration, for such strong and idealistic views.

There is not a thing, he doesn’t have an opinion on.
Should it be, music which he airs briefly, names which is another amazing piece of this brilliant essay, where he describes
the ” un-importance ” of it, which again is contrary to all received ideas.

Institutions, culture, studies… You name it.
He triggers people’s minds into thinking. He ” stings ” them out of their complacent torpor, with,

I quote:

” Give me a culture which imports much muck from the meadows… ” and further ” I would not have every man nor every part of a man cultivated…”

When he proceeds later on to write about knowledge and ignorance, once more we find him spurring us on, to ideas as ” useful
ignorance ” and ” conceit in knowledge ” then humors us farther with,

I quote:

” I would say to the society for the diffusion of useful knowledge, sometimes, — Go to grass. ”

Laws and obedience seems disdained when he says ” There’s is something SERVILE in the habit of seeking after a law which we may obey. ”
Then, we understand it was intended purposefully when he adds ” Live free, child of the mist — and with respect to knowledge we are
all children of the mist. ”
He then shocks us into ” The man who takes the liberty to live is superior to all laws… ”

Borders and earth are his last two topics where he finishes his essay in total splendor and grandness.
Check for yourselves and let me know!

Till next time!

Sobs from an abyss 1991 ( French poetry ” Le sanglot d’un abîme ” translated to English in post above )


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candle tears
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Sobs from an abyss
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I address a prayer
A murmur, my torment
Beyond the barriers
At the level of precipices

Listen for a moment
The fires of the violence ( inner-turmoil )
The rage of the helplessness
The pain of an instant

Erase the tears
Locked in my heart
Give me arms ( tools )
To protect my dwelling ( The inner-self )

Rock me in your strength
Your power, your ease
Alone, I do not see
The sparks of your steps

So,
I address to you a prayer
Beyond the borders
A whisper, a song
And hope in unison!

Hope you enjoyed this!