Tag: love

A Celtic Prayer

A Celtic Prayer

Deep peace of the
running waves to you.
Deep peace of the
flowing air to you.
Deep peace of the
quiet earth to you.
Deep peace of the
shining stars to you.
Deep peace of the
Son of Peace to you.
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To My Dear & Loving Husband ~ Anne Bradstreet

To My Dear and Loving Husband 

Anne Bradstreet

            IF ever two were one, then surely we.
            If ever man were lov’d by wife, then thee.
            If ever wife was happy in a man,
            Compare with me, ye women, if you can.
            I prize thy love more than whole Mines of gold
            Or all the riches that the East doth hold.
            My love is such that Rivers cannot quench,
            Nor ought but love from thee give recompetence.
            Thy love is such I can no way repay.
            The heavens reward thee manifold, I pray.
            Then while we live, in love let’s so persever
            That when we live no more, we may live ever.

Happiness ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson

Happiness
 

 Ralph Waldo Emerson
 

 Are you seeking for greatness, O brother of mine,
 As the full, fleeting seasons and years glide away?
 If seeking directly and for self alone,
 The true and abiding you never can stay.
 But all self forgetting, know well the law,
 It's the hero, and not the self-seeker, who's crowned.
 Then go lose your life in the service of others,
 And, lo! with rare greatness and glory 'twill abound.

Drinking Alone ~ Li Po

Drinking Alone

 Li Po

 I take my wine jug out among the flowers
 to drink alone, without friends.

 I raise my cup to entice the moon.
 That, and my shadow, makes us three.

 But the moon doesn't drink,
 and my shadow silently follows.

 I will travel with moon and shadow,
 happy to the end of spring.

 When I sing, the moon dances.
 When I dance, my shadow dances, too.

 We share life's joys when sober.
 Drunk, each goes a separate way.

 Constant friends, although we wander,
 we'll meet again in the Milky Way.

Silence ~ Langston Hughes

Silence

 Langston Hughes


 I catch the pattern 
 Of your silence
 Before you speak

 I do not need
 To hear a word.
 
 In your silence
 Every tone I seek
 Is heard

The Eighth of September ~ Pablo Neruda

The Eighth of September
 

  Pablo Neruda 
 

 This day, Today, was a brimming glass.
 This day, Today, was an immense wave.
 This day was all the Earth.
 This day, the storm-driven ocean
 lifted us up in a kiss
 so exalted we trembled
 at the lightning flash
 and bound as one, fell,
 and drowned, without being unbound.
 This day our bodies grew
 stretched out to Earth’s limits,
 orbited there, melded there
 to one globe of wax, or a meteor’s flame.
 A strange door opened, between us,
 and someone, with no face as yet,
 waited for us there.