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Where in your life are you happiest?

Posted on Jun 4th, 2009 by victoria : B* R* E* A* T* H* E, you are Alive! victoria
This is in Response to the Questions and Reflections for June 03, 2009:

Of Being
I know this happiness
is provisional:

              the looming presences—
              great suffering, great fear—

              withdraw only
              into peripheral vision:

but ineluctable this shimmering
of wind in the blue leaves:

this flood of stillness
widening the lake of sky:

this need to dance,
this need to kneel:
                            this mystery:

 
~ Denise Levertov  ~

thanks to panhala
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What has happened in your life?

Posted on Jun 6th, 2009 by victoria : B* R* E* A* T* H* E, you are Alive! victoria
This is in Response to the Questions and Reflections for June 06, 2009:

 
. . . got blissed out by ONELOVE !


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What have you lost in your life?

Posted on Jun 29th, 2009 by victoria : B* R* E* A* T* H* E, you are Alive! victoria
This is in Response to the Questions and Reflections for June 29, 2009:

the influence of habit energy over my life--identification to habit thinking  & handling . . .but still observing (w/ laughter) instances when it this suddenly gets "found" again :-D
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Poetry at the Quinta

Posted on Jun 29th, 2009 by victoria : B* R* E* A* T* H* E, you are Alive! victoria
Househill
 
The Summer Day
 
Who made the world?
Who made the swan, and the black bear?
Who made the grasshopper?
This grasshopper, I mean--
the one who has flung herself out of the grass,
the one who is eating sugar out of my hand,
who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and down,
who is gazing around with her enormous and complicated eyes.
Now she lifts her pale forearms and thoroughly washes her face.
Now she snaps her wings open, and floats away.
 
I don't know exactly what a prayer is.
I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down
into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass,
how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields,
which is what I have been doing all day.
Tell me, what else should I have done?
Doesn't everything die at last, and too soon?
Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?
 
 
~ Mary Oliver ~
 
(New and Selected Poems, Volume I)
thanks to Panhala
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