Friday, November 24, 2017

Grateful by John Greenleaf Whittier


No longer forward or behind I look in hope or fear,
But grateful, take the good I find, The best of now and here.
John Greenleaf Whittier

The final answers by R. A. Lafferty


All the final answers were given in the beginning.
They stand shining, above and beyond us, but
they are always there to be seen.
They may be too bright for us,
they may be too clear for us.
Well then, we must clarify our own eyes.
Our task is to grow out until we reach them.
R. A. Lafferty

Nature: Noble inclinations by Washington Irving


There is a serene and settled majesty to woodland scenery
that enters into the soul and delights and elevates it,
and fills it with noble inclinations.
Washington Irving

Tuesday, November 21, 2017

The power of love by Miguel de Cervantes


Love is influenced by no consideration,
recognizes no restraints of reason,
and is of the same nature as death,
that assails alike the lofty palaces
of kings and the humble cabins of shepherds;
and when it takes entire possession of a heart,
the first thing it does is to banish
fear and shame from it.


'Tis said of love that it sometimes goes, sometimes flies;
runs with one, walks gravely with another; turns a third
into ice, and sets a fourth in a flame: it wounds one,
another it kills: like lightning it begins
and ends in the same moment: it makes that fort yield
at night which it besieged but in the morning;
for there is no force able to resist it.
Miguel de Cervantes

Saturday, November 18, 2017

The universe in Wild dance by Max Born


We have sought for firm ground and found none.
The deeper we penetrate, the more restless becomes the universe;
all is rushing about and vibrating in a wild dance.

I believe there is no philosophical high-road in science,
with epistemological signposts.
No, we are in a jungle and find our way by trial and error,
building our road behind us as we proceed.

Intellect distinguishes between the possible and the impossible;
reason distinguishes between the sensible and the senseless.
Even the possible can be senseless.
Max Born

The road of Science by Max Born


I have tried to read philosophers of all ages and have found many
illuminating ideas but no steady progress toward deeper
knowledge and understanding.

Science, however, gives me the feeling of steady progress:
I am convinced that theoretical physics is actual philosophy.
It has revolutionized fundamental concepts,e.g., about space and time
(relativity), about causality (quantum theory), and about substance
and matter (atomistics), and it has taught us new methods of thinking
(complementarity) which are applicable far beyond physics.


I believe that ideas such as absolute certitude, absolute exactness,
final truth, etc.are figments of the imagination which should not
be admissible in any field of science.
This loosening of thinking seems to me to be the greatest blessing
which modern science has given to us. For the belief in a single truth
and in being the possessor thereof is the root cause of all evil in the world.


My advice to those who which to learn the art of scientific prophesy
is not to rely on abstract reason, but to decipher the secret language
of Nature from Nature's documents: the facts of experience.
Max Born

Thursday, November 16, 2017

Holding on & letting go by Rumi/ & inspirational rumi life quotes


Life is a balance between
holding on and letting go.
Rumi

Maybe you are searching among the branches,
for what only appears in the roots.
Rumi

Purify your eyes,
and see the pure world.
Your life will fill
with radiant forms.
rumi

And my heart rocked its babe of bliss by Gerald Massey


And my heart rocked its babe of bliss,
And soothed its child of air,
With something 'twixt a song and kiss,
To keep it nestling there.
Gerald Massey

Wednesday, November 15, 2017

A grateful loving heart by John Greenleaf Whittier


A grateful loving heart carries with it, under every
parallel of latitude,the warmth and light of the tropics.
It plants its Eden in the wilderness and solitary place,
and sows with flowers the gray desolation of rock and mosses.
John Greenleaf Whittier

Tuesday, November 14, 2017

Golden Lines/Vers Dorés by Gérard de Nerval


Golden Lines
Gérard de Nerval

Well, then! All is sentient!
Pythagoras

Free-thinker, Man, do you think you alone
Think, while life explodes everywhere?
Your freedom employs the powers you own,
But world is absent from all your affairs.

Respect an active spirit in the creature:
Each flower is a soul open to Nature;
In metal a mystery of love is sleeping;
‘All is sentient!’ Has power over your being.

Fear the gaze in the blind wall that watches:
There is a verb attached to matter itself…
Do not let it serve some impious purpose!

Often a hidden god inhabits obscure being;
And like an eye, born, covered by its eyelids,
Pure spirit grows beneath the surface of stones!

The original french poem

VERS DORÉS
Gérard de Nerval

Eh quoi ! tout est sensible !
Pythagore.

Homme, libre penseur ! te crois-tu seul pensant
Dans ce monde où la vie éclate en toute chose ?
Des forces que tu tiens ta liberté dispose,
Mais de tous tes conseils l’univers est absent.

Respecte dans la bête un esprit agissant :
Chaque fleur est une âme à la Nature éclose ;
Un mystère d’amour dans le métal repose ;
« Tout est sensible ! » Et tout sur ton être est puissant.

Crains, dans le mur aveugle, un regard qui t’épie :
À la matière même un verbe est attaché…
Ne le fais pas servir à quelque usage impie !

Souvent dans l’être obscur habite un Dieu caché ;
Et comme un œil naissant couvert par ses paupières,
Un pur esprit s’accroît sous l’écorce des pierres !

Thursday, November 9, 2017

This is Love By Rumi /Best and inspirational selection of Rumi love poems

Music:
Soft Hands-Ali Ismael



Rumi & The Way of Spiritual Lover

This is Love
Rumi

This is love: to fly toward a secret sky,
to cause a hundred veils to fall each moment.
First, to let go of life.
In the end, to take a step without feet;
to regard this world as invisible,
and to disregard what appears to be the self.

Heart, I said, what a gift it has been
to enter this circle of lovers,
to see beyond seeing itself,
to reach and feel within the breast.

I am sculptor
Rumi

I am a sculptor, a molder of form.
In every moment I shape an idol.
But then, in front of you, I melt them down
I can rouse a hundred forms
and fill them with spirit,
but when I look into your face,
I want to throw them in the fire.
My souls spills into yours and is blended.

Because my soul has absorbed your fragrance,
I cherish it.
Every drop of blood I spill
informs the earth,
I merge with my Beloved
when I participate in love.
In this house of mud and water,
my heart has fallen to ruins.
Enter this house, my Love, or let me leave.


When the rose is gone
Rumi

When the rose is gone and the garden faded
you will no longer hear the nightingale's song.
The Beloved is all; the lover just a veil.
The Beloved is living; the lover a dead thing.

If love withholds its strengthening care,
the lover is left like a bird without care,
the lover is left like a bird without wings.

How will I be awake and aware
if the light of the Beloved is absent?
Love wills that this Word be brought forth.

Because I cannot sleep
Rumi

Because I cannot sleep
I make music at night.
I am troubled by the one
whose face has the color of spring flowers.
I have neither sleep nor patience,
neither a god reputation nor disgrace.
A thousand robes of wisdom are gone.
All my good manners have moved a thousand miles away.
The heart and the mind are left angry with each other.
The starts and the moon are envious of each other.

Because of this alienation the physical universe
is getting tighter and tighter.
The moon says, "How long will I remain
suspended without a sun?"
Without Love's jewel inside of me,
let the bazaar of my existence by destroyed stone by stone.

O Love, You who have been called by a thousand names,
You who know how to pour the wine
into the chalice of the body,
You who give culture to a thousand cultures,

You who are faceless but have a thousand faces,
O Love, You who shape the faces
of Turks, Europeans, and Zanzibaris,
give me a glass from Your bottle,
or a handful of bheng from Your Branch.
Remove the cork once more.

Then we'll see a thousand chiefs prostrate themselves,
and a circle of ecstatic troubadours will play.
Then the addict will be freed of craving.
and will be resurrected,
and stand in awe till Judgement Day.

Saturday, November 4, 2017

Some famous Quotes From The Novel "Thus Spoke Zarathustra" by Friedrich Nietzsche


Excerpts from The novel
"Thus Spoke Zarathustra"
Friedrich Nietzsche

You look up when you wish to be exalted.
And I look down because I am exalted.

German text:
Ihr seht nach oben, wenn ihr nach Erhebung verlangt.
Und ich sehe hinab, weil ich erhoben bin.


But it is the same with man as with the tree.
The more one seeks to rise into height and light,
the more vigorously do ones roots struggle earthward,
downward, into the dark, the deep — into evil.

German text:
Es ist mit dem Menschen wie mit dem Baume.
Je mehr er hinauf in die Höhe und Helle will,
um so stärker streben seine Wurzeln erdwärts,
abwärts, in's Dunkle, Tiefe, — in's Böse.

I know of the hatred and envy of your hearts.
You are not great enough not to know hatred and envy.
Then be great enough not to be ashamed of them!

German text:
Ich weiss um den Hass und Neid eures Herzens.
Ihr seid nicht gross genug, um Hass und Neid nicht zu kennen.
So seid denn gross genug, euch ihrer nicht zu schämen!

This is the manner of noble souls: they do not want to have
anything for nothing; least of all, life.

Whoever is of the mob wants to live for nothing; we others,
however, to whom life gave itself, we always think about
what we might best give in return.
One should not wish to enjoy where one does not give joy.

German text:
Also will es die Art edler Seelen: sie wollen Nichts umsonst
haben, am wenigsten das Leben.

Wer vom Pöbel ist, der will umsonst leben; wir anderen aber,
denen das Leben sich gab – wir sinnen immer darüber, was wir
am besten dagegen geben!

Wednesday, November 1, 2017

The mission of those who love mankind by Umberto Eco


Perhaps the mission of those who love mankind is to make people
laugh at the truth, to make truth laugh, because the only truth
lies in learning to free ourselves from insane passion for the truth.
Umberto Eco

Monday, October 30, 2017

The people are phenomena of perception by Wallace stevens


The people in the world, and the objects in it, and the world
as a whole, are not absolute things, but on the contrary,
are the phenomena of perception.

If we were all alike: if we were millions of people saying
do, re, mi,in unison, One poet would be enough.

But we are not alone, and everything needs expounding all the time
because,as people live and die, each one perceiving life and death
for himself, and mostly by and in himself, there develops a curiosity
about the perceptions of others.

This is what makes it possible to go on
saying new things about old things.
Wallace Stevens

What solitudes all these human bodies are! by Alfred De musset


Alas, everything that men say to one another is alike;
the ideas they exchange are almost always the same,
in their conversation. But inside all those isolated machines,
what hidden recesses, what secret compartments!
It is an entire world that each one carries within him,
an unknown world that is born and dies in silence!
What solitudes all these human bodies are!
Alfred de Musset, Fantasio

Saturday, October 28, 2017

O divine music! by Khalil Gibran

Music:
Nostalgia - Judy Esther


Music
khalil Gibran

Music is the quivering of a string, charged with waves
from the upper air,it penetrates your hearing, its echos
emerges from your eyes in a burning tear, and from your
lips as they sigh for a beloved one being far away,or it
utters a moan caused by the sting of history and the fangs of destiny.

And it can happen that the notes of music are reflected
on your lips as a smile of fulfilment.


Music is a houri in the paradise of the gods,
who was in love with the sons of Adam, Then
she came down to earth and told them of her love.
The gods, in a fury, ordered a terrible wind
to rush after her in pursuit.

In this way, she was scattered through the air
and disseminated to all the corners of the earth.
She did not die, she still lives in the ears of humans.

Music is the echo of the first kiss bestowed by Adam on the lips of Eve.
And ever since then this echo has caused pleausre to
rebound onto fingers as they play and ears as they listen.


Through the eyes of hearing I was able to see the heart of love.

Music is the language of the spirit.
Its melody is like a playful breeze
which makes the strings vibrate with love.

When the fairy fingers of music touch the doorway of feelings
they awake memories enclosed in the depths of the past.

O divine music!

We lay our hearts and our souls
closely within you.

You teach us to see with our ears,
and to listen with our hearts.

Thursday, October 26, 2017

Affirm The Body,The Mind & The Spirit by Ella Wheeler Wilcox


Affirm the body, beautiful and whole,
The earth-expression of immortal soul.

Affirm the mind, the messenger of the hour,
To speed between thee and the source of power.

Affirm the spirit, the Eternal I —
Of this great trinity no part deny.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Tuesday, October 24, 2017

Best & famous Quotes from Don Quijote de la mancha by Miguel de Cervante


Get the better of yourself -
this is the best kind of victory.


Time ripens all things; no man is born wise.

Where there's music there can be no evil.

Sleep is the best cure for waking troubles.

Make yourself honey and the flies will devour you.

Be slow of tongue and quick of eye.

Experience is the universal mother of sciences.


Good actions ennoble us, and we are the sons of our deeds.

Can we ever have too much of a good thing?

Well, there's a remedy for all things but death,
which will be sure to lay us flat one time or other.

There is no remembrance which time does not obliterate,
nor pain which death does not terminate.

We ought to love our Maker for His own sake,
without either hope of good or fear of pain.


He who loses wealth loses much;
he who loses a friend loses more;
but he that loses his courage loses all.

No fathers or mothers think their own children ugly;
and this self-deceit is yet stronger with respect to
the offspring of the mind.

It is the part of a wise man to keep himself today for tomorrow,
and not to venture all his eggs in one basket.

Three things too much, and three too little are pernicious to man;
to speak much, and know little; to spend much, and have little;
to presume much, and be worth little.


It is not the responsibility of knights errant to discover whether
the afflicted, the enchained and the oppressed whom they encounte
on the road are reduced to these circumstances and suffer this
distress for their vices, or for their virtues: the knight's sole
responsibility is to succour them as people in need, having eyes
only for their sufferings, not for their misdeeds.

Monday, October 23, 2017

My peace is gone /Excerpt from "Faust" by Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe


Excerpt from Faust
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

Margaret (Alone at her spinning wheel)

My peace is gone,
My heart is heavy,
I will find it never
and never more.

Where I do not have him,
That is the grave,
The whole world
Is bitter to me.


My poor head
Is crazy to me,
My poor mind
Is torn apart.

My peace is gone,
My heart is heavy,
I will find it never
and never more.


For him only, I look
Out the window
Only for him do I go
Out of the house.

His tall walk,
His noble figure,
His mouth's smile,
His eyes' power,


And his mouth's
Magic flow,
His handclasp,
and ah! his kiss!

My peace is gone,
My heart is heavy,
I will find it never
and never more.


My bosom urges itself
toward him.
Ah, might I grasp
And hold him!

And kiss him,
As I would wish,
At his kisses
I should die!


GERMAN TEXT

Meine Ruh' ist hin
Auszug aus der Tragödie "Faust"
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

Gretchens Stube.
Gretchen (am Spinnrad, allein).

Meine Ruh ist hin,
Mein Herz ist schwer;
Ich finde sie nimmer
und nimmermehr.

Wo ich ihn nicht hab,
Ist mir das Grab,
Die ganze Welt
Ist mir vergällt.

Mein armer Kopf
Ist mir verrückt,
Meiner armer Sinn
Ist mir zerstückt.

Meine Ruh ist hin,
Mein Herz ist schwer,
Ich finde sie nimmer
und nimmermehr.

Nach ihm nur schau ich
Zum Fenster hinaus,
Nach ihm nur geh ich
Aus dem Haus.

Sein hoher Gang,
Sein edle Gestalt,
Seines Mundes Lächeln,
Seiner Augen Gewalt,

Und seiner Rede
Zauberfluß,
Sein Händedruck,
Und ach! sein Kuß!

Meine Ruh ist hin,
Mein Herz ist schwer,
Ich finde sie nimmer
und nimmermehr.

Mein Busen drängt
Sich nach ihm hin,
Ach dürft ich fassen
Und halten ihn,

Und küssen ihn,
So wie ich wollt,
An seinen Küssen
Vergehen sollt!

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