If I Can Stop ~ by Emily Dickinson

If I Can Stop 

IF I can stop one heart from breaking,
I shall not live in vain; 
If I can ease one life the aching, 
Or cool one pain, 
Or help one fainting robin 
Unto his nest again, 
I shall not live in vain.

by Emily Dickinson

Cherokee Blessing

Cherokee Prayer Blessing

May the Warm Winds of Heaven
Blow softly upon your house.
May the Great Spirit
Bless all who enter there.
May your Mocassins
Make happy tracks
in many snows,
and may the Rainbow
Always touch your shoulder.

– Found on: http://www.sapphyr.net/natam/quotes-nativeamerican.htm

Your Pain Is … ~ Poem by Khalil Gibran

Your pain is the breaking of the shell 
that encloses your understanding. 

Even as the stone of the fruit must break,that its 
heart may stand in the sun, so must you know pain. 

And could you keep your heart in wonder 
at the daily miracles of your life, your pain 
would not seem less wondrous than your joy; 

And you would accept the seasons of your 
heart, even as you have always accepted 
the seasons that pass over your fields. 

And you would watch with serenity 
through the winters of your grief. 

Much of your pain is self-chosen. 

It is the bitter potion by which the 
physician within you heals your sick self. 

Therefore trust the physician, and drink 
his remedy in silence and tranquillity: 

For his hand, though heavy and hard, is guided 
by the tender hand of the Unseen, 
And the cup he brings, though it burn your lips, 
has been fashioned of the clay which the Potter 
has moistened with His own sacred tears.

Living in Joy ~ Poem by Buddha

Let us live in joy, not hating those who hate us.
Among those who hate us, we live free of hate.
Let us live in joy,
free from disease among those who are diseased.
Among those who are diseased, let us live free of disease.
Let us live in joy, free from greed among the greedy.
Among those who are greedy, we live free of greed.
Let us live in joy, though we possess nothing.
Let us live feeding on joy, like the bright gods.

Buddha

Faith & Hope ~ Quote by Rumi

Knock, And He’ll open the door
Vanish, And He’ll make you shine like the sun
Fall, And He’ll raise you to the heavens
Become nothing, And He’ll turn you into everything.” ~ Rumi

Let The Dreams Go ~ Poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Let The Dreams Go

Let the dream go.  Are there not other dreams
   In vastness of clouds hid from thy sight
That yet shall gild with beautiful gold gleams,
   And shoot the shadows through and through with light?
   What matters one lost vision of the night?
         Let the dream go!!

Let the hope set.  Are there not other hopes
   That yet shall rise like new stars in thy sky?
Not long a soul in sullen darkness gropes
   Before some light is lent it from on high;
   What folly to think happiness gone by!
         Let the hope set!

Let the joy fade.  Are there not other joys,
   Like frost-bound bulbs, that yet shall start and bloom?
Severe must be the winter that destroys
   The hardy roots locked in their silent tomb.
   What cares the earth for her brief time of gloom
         Let the joy fade!

Let the love die.  Are there not other loves
   As beautiful and full of sweet unrest,
Flying through space like snowy-pinioned doves?
   They yet shall come and nestle in thy breast,
And thou shalt say of each, “Lo, this is best!”
         Let the love die!

Seeking for Happiness ~ Poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Seeking For Happiness

Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Seeking for happiness we must go slowly;
The road leads not down avenues of haste;
But often gently winds through by ways lowly,
Whose hidden pleasures are serene and chaste
Seeking for happiness we must take heed
Of simple joys that are not found in speed.

Eager for noon-time’s large effulgent splendour,
Too oft we miss the beauty of the dawn,
Which tiptoes by us, evanescent, tender,
Its pure delights unrecognised till gone.
Seeking for happiness we needs must care
For all the little things that make life fair.

Dreaming of future pleasures and achievements
We must not let to-day starve at our door;
Nor wait till after losses and bereavements
Before we count the riches in our store.
p. 19Seeking for happiness we must prize this—
Not what will be, or was, but that which is.

In simple pathways hand in hand with duty
(With faith and love, too, ever at her side),
May happiness be met in all her beauty
The while we search for her both far and wide.
Seeking for happiness we find the way
Doing the things we ought to do each day.