Wednesday, November 19, 2008

A wind reaches my ear and says....



Cultivate your hunger before you idealize.
Motivate your anger to make them all realize.
Climbing the mountain, never coming down.
Break into the contents, never falling down.

My knee is still shaking, like I was twelve,
Sneaking out of the classroom, by the back door.
A man railed at me twice though, but I didn't care.
Waiting is wasting for people like me.

You say, "Dreams are dreams.
"I ain't gonna play the fool anymore."
You say, "'Cause I still got my soul."

Take your time, baby, your blood needs slowing down.
Breach your soul to reach yourself before you gloom.
Reflection of fear makes shadows of nothing, shadows of nothing.

You still are blind, if you see a winding road,
'Cause there's always a straight way to the point you see.

Don't try to live so wise.
Don't cry 'cause you're so right.
Don't dry with fakes or fears,
'Cause you will hate yourself in the end.


----Author - Akeboshi

Being alone with nature




Imagine the peace you get when you’re alone.
Not just being alone but in a quiet and peaceful environ.
I’ve felt the need to be alone, to look at the stars of the sky, the beautiful white clouds, feel the soothing effect of the free air. Appreciate nature.
Being alone is not being lonely, but it is isolation with a purpose. Some people just need to be in company of themselves, for better understanding of themselves. Positive Inspiration is mostly felt when one is in solitude.

Try to go to river banks or somewhere peaceful where you can have time to think and wonder. It keeps your mind at rest and makes your brain function optimally.
A place where you wouldn’t have to think about the problems and sorrows of this life, where we experience extreme peace and comfort in a world of strife, where we understand ourselves better. Some of the best poems i ever wrote were written in my lonely hour, devoid of noise or distraction where i could really feel what i was writing about, where my mind’s eye could see a clear picture which is interpreted by the brain and expressed through the beauty of language.

In peace we would function better, although i love music very much. I love to turn the volume to the maximum and let it flow in me, but my hour of solitude lets life to flow steadily.

Let’s try to get some peaceful time alone in the company of ourselves and behold the beauty of nature.
To experience Solace in Solitude

Sunday, November 09, 2008

To my closest friends whom I miss everyday......



It is almost as hard for friends to meet
As for the morning and evening stars.
Tonight then is a rare event,
Joining, in the candlelight,
Two men who were young not long ago
But now are turning grey at the temples.
...To find that half our friends are dead
Shocks us, burns our hearts with grief.
We little guessed it would be twenty years
Before I could visit you again.
When I went away, you were still unmarried;
But now these boys and girls in a row
Are very kind to their father's old friend.
They ask me where I have been on my journey;
And then, when we have talked awhile,
They bring and show me wines and dishes,
Spring chives cut in the night-rain
And brown rice cooked freshly a special way.
...My host proclaims it a festival,
He urges me to drink ten cups --
But what ten cups could make me as drunk
As I always am with your love in my heart?
...Tomorrow the mountains will separate us;
After tomorrow-who can say?

--- Du Fu

Green are the garden sunflowers wet with dew,
Awaiting the sun who's to rise anew.
The spring benign is lavishing her favour
On all things, which are glowing with splendour.
In their lush growth there's still the fear
That they will wither when autumn comes near.
All the rivers eastward to the seas flow,
When have the waters ever return'd, though?
One who in his youth does not take great pains,
When old, will but regret and grieve in vain.

--- Han dynasty

Sunday, November 02, 2008

Thoughts for life


"There is pleasure in the pathless woods,
There is rapture on the lonely shore,
There is society where none intrudes,
By the deep sea and the music in its roar;
I love not man the less, but Nature more."
— Lord Byron