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A world and music
Living day by day with no music to play is pure torture to the soul
Without music, the words slip from harmony and manuscript read between the lines
You need music to survive to keep the heart alive to keep it pumping and up to date
It smiles, hurts and cries, it sings down memory lane lullabies, it brings a mixture of emotions
it cleanses, releases, inspires, composes, writes and admires and appreciates the different kinds of music
A world without music is a world without your soul
Write it on your heart
that every day is the best day in the year.
He is rich who owns the day,
and no one owns the day
who allows it to be invaded with fret and anxiety.
Finish every day and be done with it.
You have done what you could.
Some blunders and absurdities, no doubt, crept in.
Forget them as soon as you can, tomorrow is a
new day;
begin it well and serenely,
with too high a spirit to be cumbered with your old nonsense.
This new day is too dear, with its hopes and invitations,
to waste a moment on the yesterdays...
~Ralph Waldo Emerson
Living day by day with no music to play is pure torture to the soul
Without music, the words slip from harmony and manuscript read between the lines
You need music to survive to keep the heart alive to keep it pumping and up to date
It smiles, hurts and cries, it sings down memory lane lullabies, it brings a mixture of emotions
it cleanses, releases, inspires, composes, writes and admires and appreciates the different kinds of music
A world without music is a world without your soul
Write it on your heart
that every day is the best day in the year.
He is rich who owns the day,
and no one owns the day
who allows it to be invaded with fret and anxiety.
Finish every day and be done with it.
You have done what you could.
Some blunders and absurdities, no doubt, crept in.
Forget them as soon as you can, tomorrow is a
new day;
begin it well and serenely,
with too high a spirit to be cumbered with your old nonsense.
This new day is too dear, with its hopes and invitations,
to waste a moment on the yesterdays...
~Ralph Waldo Emerson
her thirst for words…
a fawn at the waterfall
spilling moon
from burnished foothills
with the waxing moon
in her hands
across the star-capped ranges
above this world of dew
winnowing moon. . .
for all the stars she emptied
on the wind
passing moth. . .
a flame in the sanctum
begins to dance~
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A world and music
Living day by day with no music to play is pure torture to the soul
Without music, the words slip from harmony and manuscript read between the lines
You need music to survive to keep the heart alive to keep it pumping and up to date
It smiles, hurts and cries, it sings down memory lane lullabies, it brings a mixture of emotions
it cleanses, releases, inspires, composes, writes and admires and appreciates the different kinds of music
A world without music is a world without your soul
Write it on your heart
that every day is the best day in the year.
He is rich who owns the day,
and no one owns the day
who allows it to be invaded with fret and anxiety.
Finish every day and be done with it.
You have done what you could.
Some blunders and absurdities, no doubt, crept in.
Forget them as soon as you can, tomorrow is a
new day;
begin it well and serenely,
with too high a spirit to be cumbered with your old nonsense.
This new day is too dear, with its hopes and invitations,
to waste a moment on the yesterdays...
~Ralph Waldo Emerson
The last words were Ralph Emerson. Were the first words yours or someone else, which you took to heart as I did?
the first words were some i had read and loved and felt a kind of kindred spirit with...
written by Manasseh Bailey
Butterfly Wishes
Yesterday a butterfly
Came floating gently through the sky.
He soared up through the atmosphere
Then drifted close enough to hear.
I said, "I'd love to fly with you
And sail around the way you do.
It looks like it would be such fun
To fly up toward the summer sun.
But I have not your graceful charm.
I haven't wings, just these two arms.
I've been designed to walk around.
My human feet must touch the ground."
Then magically he spoke to me
and told me what his wish would be.
He said, "What I'd love most to do
Is walk upon God's Earth with you,
To squish it's mud between my toes
Or touch my finger to my nose.
I'd love just once to walk around
With human feet to touch the ground,
But I have not two legs that swing,
I haven't arms, just these two wings."
And so we went our separate ways
In wonder and surprise.
For we'd both seen God's precious gifts
Through someone else's eyes.
written by Manasseh Bailey
Butterfly Wishes
Yesterday a butterfly
Came floating gently through the sky.
He soared up through the atmosphere
Then drifted close enough to hear.
I said, "I'd love to fly with you
And sail around the way you do.
It looks like it would be such fun
To fly up toward the summer sun.
But I have not your graceful charm.
I haven't wings, just these two arms.
I've been designed to walk around.
My human feet must touch the ground."
Then magically he spoke to me
and told me what his wish would be.
He said, "What I'd love most to do
Is walk upon God's Earth with you,
To squish it's mud between my toes
Or touch my finger to my nose.
I'd love just once to walk around
With human feet to touch the ground,
But I have not two legs that swing,
I haven't arms, just these two wings."
And so we went our separate ways
In wonder and surprise.
For we'd both seen God's precious gifts
Through someone else's eyes.
Happy Humpday !!!!!!!!
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