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What Moves You?
Just a thread to post the things that move you.
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Messenger My work is loving the world. Here the sunflowers, there the hummingbird — equal seekers of sweetness. Here the quickening yeast; there the blue plums. Here the clam deep in the speckled sand. Are my boots old? Is my coat torn? Am I no longer young, and still not half-perfect? Let me keep my mind on what matters, which is my work, which is mostly standing still and learning to be astonished. The phoebe, the delphinium. The sheep in the pasture, and the pasture. Which is mostly rejoicing, since all ingredients are here, which is gratitude, to be given a mind and a heart and these body-clothes, a mouth with which to give shouts of joy to the moth and the wren, to the sleepy dug-up clam, telling them all, over and over, how it is that we live forever. ~ Mary Oliver ~ |
Navajita Plateá
Frio sin ti Noches De Bohemia |
Studying Old Tango lyrics inspires my poetry
ALMA DE BOHEMIO was written as a Tango for Concert for piano by Roberto Firpo, expressesly for a play of the same name. It was dedicated “To the eminent national actor Florencio Parraviccini.” Juan Caruso contributed the lyrics. CASTELLANO Peregrino y soñador, cantar, quiero mi fantasía y la loca poesía que hay en mi corazón! Lleno de amor y de alegría, volcaré mi pasion. Siempre sentí la dulce ilusión de estar viviendo mi pasión. Si es que no vivo lo que sueño Yo sueño todo lo que canto, por eso mi encanto es el amor. Mi pobre alma de bohemio quiero acariciar y como una flor perfumar. Y en mis noches de dolor a hablar me voy con las estrellas, y las cosas más bellas despierto he de soñar. Porque les confío a ellas toda mi sed de amar. Siempre sentí la dulce ilusión de estar viviendo mi pasión. Yo busco en los ojos celestes y en renegridas cabelleras pasiones sinceras, dulce emoción. Y en mi eterna vida errante llena de ilusión, yo quiero dar todo mi corazón. ENGLISH Traveler and dreamer, to sing, I want (to sing) my fantasy and the mad poetry that there is in my heart! Filled with love and joy, I’ll empty out my passion. I always felt the sweet illusion to be living my passion. If I don’t live what I dream I dream all that I sing, that’s why my charm is love. My poor bohemian soul I want to caress and like a flower permeate with perfume. And in my nights of pain to speak I go (to speak) with the stars, and the most beautiful things awake, I’m going to dream Because I trust in them all my thirst for love. I always felt the sweet illusion to be living my passion. I look for in the light blue eyes and in black long hairs; sincere passions, sweet emotion. And in my eternal wandering life filled with illusion, I want to give all my heart. |
You Move Me by Garth Brooks
A song by Garth Brooks called You Move Me is perfect...
This is how it seems to me Life is only therapy Real expensive And no guarantee So I lie here on the couch With my heart hanging out Frozen solid with fear Like a rock in the ground But you move me You give me courage I didn’t know I had You move me on I can’t go with you And stay where I am So you move me on This is how love was to me I could look and not see Going through the emotions Not knowin’ what they mean And it scared me so much That I just wouldn’t budge I might have stayed there forever If not for your touch Oh but you move me Out of myself and into the fire You move me Now I’m burning with love And with hope and desire How you move me You go whistling in the dark Making light of it Making light of it And I follow with my heart Laughing all the way Oh ‘cause you move me You get me dancing and you make me sing You move me Now I’m taking delight In every little thing How you move me |
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The Secret
By Denise Levertov Two girls discover the secret of life in a sudden line of poetry. I who don’t know the secret wrote the line. They told me (through a third person) they had found it but not what it was not even what line it was. No doubt by now, more than a week later, they have forgotten the secret, the line, the name of the poem. I love them for finding what I can’t find, and for loving me for the line I wrote, and for forgetting it so that a thousand times, till death finds them, they may discover it again, in other lines in other happenings. And for wanting to know it, for assuming there is such a secret, yes, for that most of all |
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~When people do the right thing, even when their heart is breaking.
~Seeing a grown man cry. |
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The Butterfly Circus
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My 2 left feet. :)
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Here's an exercise to try.
Turn your head to the left. No matter what you see there take the time to really look at it. No matter what it is, no matter how mundane and plain it is, there is someone who will see some form of absolute beauty in it. The trick is to try and see it too. When you do, that's moving. |
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my sons' laughter. moves me big.
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Bravery
Openness Sharing Vulnerability Giant Trees The Ocean Love Faith Big Dreams and oh so much more.... |
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