Planning

I Carry Your Heart With Me

i carry your heart with me
i carry it in my heart

i am never without it
anywhere i go you go, my dear;
and whatever is done
by only me is your doing, my darling

i fear no fate
for you are my fate, my sweet
i want no world
for beautiful you are my world, my true

and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
here is the root of the root
and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;
which grows higher than soul can hope or mind can hide
and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart
i carry it in my heart

~ E. E. Cummings ~

Maiden Name

Marrying left yor maiden name disused.
Its five light sounds no longer mean your face,
Your voice, and all your variants of grace;
For since you were so thankfully confused
By law with someone else, you cannot be
Semantically the same as that young beauty:
It was of her that these two words were used.

Now it’s a phrase applicable to no one,
Lying just where you left it, scattered through
Old lists, old programmes, a school prize or two,
Packets of letters tied with tartan ribbon –
Then is it secentless, weightless, strengthless wholly
Untruthful? Try whispering it slowly.
No, it means you. Or, since your past and gone,

It means what we feel now about you then:
How beautiful you were, and near, and young,
So vivid, you might still be there among
Those first few days, unfingermarked again.
So your old name shelters our faithfulness,
Instead of losing shape and meaning less
With your depreciating luggage laiden.

~ Philip Larkin ~

Namen

Streep hun naam niet door
al zijn zij tot stof vergaan
Streep hun naam niet door
alsof zij nooit hebben bestaan

‘t Liefste dat ik heb bezeten
‘t toekomstbeeld van mijn bestaan
Vraag me niet dat te vergeten
en gewoon weer door te gaan

Want ik wil weer verder leven
maar ik weet niet hoe dat moet
Ik hoor bij hen die achterbleven
overleven, dat vergt veel moed

Streep daarom hun naam niet door
noem zijn naam en laat me weten
Dat ook jij niet zult vergeten
zo alleen kan ik verder gaan

~ Riet Fiddelaers-Jaspers ~

De vicieuze cirkel

Als ik blijf kijken
Zoals ik altijd heb gekeken
Blijf ik denken
Zoals ik altijd dacht

Als ik blijf denken
Zoals ik altijd heb gedacht
Blijf ik geloven
Wat ik altijd heb geloofd

Als ik blijf geloven
Wat ik altijd heb geloofd
Blijf ik doen
Zoals ik altijd heb gedaan

Als ik blijf doen
Zoals ik altijd heb gedaan
Blijft mij overkomen
Wat mij altijd overkomt

Maar als ik nu mijn ogen sluit
En voel mijn ware zelf van binnen
Dan kom ik deze cirkel uit
En kan ik steeds opnieuw beginnen

ONCE IN A BLUE MOON

True love, like the blue moon, only comes now and then
It comes unexpected, you never know when
That “someone” so special, who’s meant just for you
Will enter your life, make your world feel brand new.
Be patient, my heart, be patient and strong
For just once in a blue moon real love comes along.

“Once in a blue moon! That’s too much to ask
I want to be loved, I need it, in fact.”
Be patient, my heart, for haste makes regret
Just once in a blue moon…the time isn’t yet.
“I want lasting love” (said my heart) “so I have to agree
A once-in-a-blue-moon love is for me.”

So I waited and hoped for that special “someone”
Praying someday my soul mate would come
Wishing for love that would always be true
I never dreamed that someone was you…
Then out of the blue, our love began
True love, like the blue moon, only comes now and then.

~Rinda Nelson~

A Song of Enchantment

A song of Enchantment I sang me there,
In a green-green wood, by waters fair,
Just as the words came up to me
I sang it under the wild wood tree.

Widdershins turned I, singing it low,
Watching the wild birds come and go;
No cloud in the deep dark blue to be seen
Under the thick-thatched branches green.

Twilight came: silence came:
The planet of Evening’s silver flame;
By darkening paths I wandered through
Thickets trembling with drops of dew.

But the music is lost and the words are gone
Of the song I sang as I sat alone,
Ages and ages have fallen on me –
On the wood and the pool and the elder tree.

~Walter de la Mare~

Regret the Passing of Peonies

I’m saddened for the red peonies before the steps,
I came too late only two wilted blossoms remain.
Tomorrow morning winds will surely rise and blow them to oblivion,
Tonight grasping a lamp I enjoy the last fading red.

~ Bai Juyi ~

Rose Tinted

The idea behind this image, is about how we look at the world around us, do we look at things with truthful eyes?? Or are they rose tinted like the fairy in this painting.
“Hello my friend”.
“What can you see”?
“Nothing” she said, “the world looks fine to me”.

~ Linda Ravenscroft ~

The Ragged Wood

O hurry where by water among the trees
The delicate-stepping stag and his lady sigh,
When they have but looked upon their images –
Would none had ever loved but you and I!

Or have you heard that sliding silver-shoed
Pale silver-proud queen-woman of the sky,
When the sun looked out of his golden hood? –
O that none ever loved but you and I!

O hurty to the ragged wood, for there
I will drive all those lovers out and cry –
O my share of the world, O yellow hair!
No one has ever loved but you and I

~ William Butler Yeats ~

Prelude to a Kiss
Prelude to a Kiss

Peacock Garden Mandala
Peacock

Fairy Flower Garden Mandala
Fairy

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