At Peace With Your Thoughts


It’s Saturday again and there may be much to do or maybe little. Be at peace with your thoughts.

Here are a couple more quotes from Kahlil Giban:

“You give but little when you give of your possessions. It is when you give of yourself that you truly give.”

“Tenderness and kindness are not signs of weakness and despair, but manifestations of strength and resolution.”

“You talk when you cease to be at peace with your thoughts.”

(I’m not sure about this last one.)

Happy Saturday.

 

A Profound Truth


One of my favorite poets, Kahlil Gibran, (1883-1931) author of The Prophet, penned the following:

“When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.”

This is such a profound truth that it gave me almost instant relief from a sadness I was experiencing, because it made so much sense.

I believe I have posted a couple of Gibran’s quotes at one time or another and will do so again in the next day or two.

 

 

Lest We Forget


Please join with me in remembering…lest we forget…

IN FLANDERS FIELDS POEM
The World’s Most Famous WAR MEMORIAL POEM
By Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae

Lieutenant Colonel John McCraeIn Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place: and in the sky
The larks still bravely singing fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the dead: Short days ago,
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved: and now we lie
In Flanders fields!

Take up our quarrel with the foe
To you, from failing hands, we throw
The torch: be yours to hold it high
If ye break faith with us who die,
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields

Composed at the battlefront on May 3, 1915
during the second battle of Ypres, Belgium

A Piece of Work


Every once in a while a piece of literature will leave its mark on its readers. The following was first reported to be found in Old St. Paul’s Church in Baltimore in 1692. In actual fact, the poem was written in 1927 by Max Ehrmann. Three years after his death in 1945, his wife gathered up all his works and had them published as The Poems of Max Ehrmann. I gleaned this information from the Internet.

I have had this poem in my possession in poster form for many years and it still gives me pause to think and reflect whenever I read it. Here then is Desiderada, a beautiful piece of work that touches on the very values of life.

Go placidly amid the noise and haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence. As far as possible without surrender be on good terms with all persons. Speak your truth quietly and clearly; and listen to others, even the dull and ignorant, they too have their story.

Avoid loud and aggressive persons, they are vexations to the spirit. If you compare yourself with others, you may become vain and bitter; for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself. Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.

Keep interested in your own career, however humble, it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.

Exercise caution in your business affairs; for the world is full of trickery. But let this not blind you to what
virtue there is; many persons strive for high ideals; and everywhere life is full of heroism.

Be yourself. Especially, do not feign affection. Neither be cynical about love; for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment it is perennial as the grass.

Take kindly the counsel of the years, gracefully surrendering the things of youth. Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in face of sudden misfortune. But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings. Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.

Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself. You are a child of the universe, no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here. And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.

Therefore be at peace with God, whatever you conceive him to be, and whatever your labors and aspirations, in the noisy confusion of life keep peace with your soul.

With all its sham, drudgery & broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world. Be careful. Strive to be happy.

An Inspirational Find


Pablo Neruda is the pen name of a Chilean poet who was in this world from 1904 until 1973. Yesterday, a poem by this writer came my way on Facebook, and I immediately liked it because of its content of life lessons. It reminded me of another poem which I have had in my possession for many years and read daily. It too, is full of advice on living. Desiderata was written by Max Ehrmann (1872-1945) around 1920. Today I will share Desiderata and on Monday, Pablo Neruda’s poem. Both poems are for me, an inspirational find.

 

 

 

 

 

The Guest of Honor


You are invited to a dinner party along with several other distinguished guests. The guest list includes the who’s who of scientists, theologians, poets, physicians, musicians, the likes of who are listed below. These are some of my favorite people.

Helen Keller     (1880-1968)     deaf, blind, activist, author, lecturer

Albert Einstein      (1879-1955)     theoretical physicist

Florence Nightingale      (1820-1910)     founder of modern nursing

Frederick Banting     (1891-1941)     co-discoverer of insulin

Mother Theresa     (1910-1997)     saint and champion of the poorest of the poor

Norman Vincent Peale     (1898-1993)     minister and author of The Power of Positive Thinking

Celine Dion     (1968-present)     Canadian singer/songwriter

George Frideric Handel     (1685-1759)     Baroque composer of Messiah

Harriet Beecher Stowe     (1811-1896)     author of best selling novel Uncle Tom’s Cabin

John McCrae     (1872-1918)     Canadian author of the famous poem, In Flanders Fields

Mary Magdalene     (dates unknown)      Biblical figure who traveled with Jesus and his followers

The guest of honor is Jesus.

Will you be attending?

 

 

Words to Live By


Words have a way of wandering around my mind and looking for a place to plant themselves. That is when I grab paper, pen, pencil or keyboard and let them have their way.

I love words. They can decorate a plain piece of paper with wisdom, advice, humor, sorrow, poetry, profanity, romance, love…and tragedy. I heard these words of advice on CBC Radio One yesterday, from a call-in listener. The topic was the Syrian refugees and the photo of the little three-year-old boy who washed up on a shore in Turkey, from a capsized boat which would hopefully lead to a new life here in Canada.

The radio host lamented the fact that we don’t always pay close attention to world events until something like the plight of this innocent child brings us to attention…that we fail to take action when and where it is needed. The caller then made this comment: “Don’t look back at what you didn’t do in the past…look forward to what you can do now.” Words. Words to think by, words to feel by, words to act by, words to live by.

Words come in many languages, are spoken by many tongues, are heard by many ears, are written by many authors, poets, laymen, and preachers.

It is also written…In the beginning was the Word…

Word for word, those are words to live by.

The Honest Serving Men


The first verse of  Rudyard Kipling’s poem, “I Keep Six Honest Serving Men” goes like this:

I keep six honest serving men

(They taught me all I ever knew);

Their names are What and Why and When

And How and Where and Who.

This got me to thinking about my own existence and I posed the following questions to myself:

Who am I?

Why am I here?

What is the purpose of my life?

Where is my life taking me?

When will I arrive?

How will I know the answers?

I have given myself the weekend to ponder this and perhaps by Monday I’ll have some answers.  Please feel free to share some input on your own six honest serving men.

A Toast to Antryump


For those who may be unfamiliar, Antryump is a blogger who painstakingly posts of exemplary writers of bygone days–wonderful writers whose works will never be forgotten. And so I, whose works will be forgotten by most, would like to pay Antryump this tribute.

I toast you Antryump

because you triumph

over everyday mundane

by expressing thoughts

and quotes and words

of men of long-held fame:

Kahlil, Confucius, Socrates,

Emerson and Rumi:

men who from centuries past

still are speaking to me.

Mandella, Tolstoy, even Steve,

men of rare content

are brought to life

because of you

and precious hours spent.

It is with pleasure that I read

your each and every post

and dwell on words

that from the past,

speak to me the most.

So, thank you Antryump,

for being you,

and bringing light to bear

on these great artists, who through you,

make us more aware.

©Patricia Ann Boyes/2014

What if you slept? And what if, in your sleep you dreamed? And what if, in your dream, you went to heaven and there plucked a strange and beautiful flower? And what if, when you awoke, you had the flower in your hand? Ah, what then? (Samuel Taylor Coleridge – 1772-1834)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Poetically Speaking


There seems to be a rash of poetry crashing my psyche these days. It could be a good thing for those of us who like poetry, and not so good for those who don’t. Having said that, I have learned a lot from poems. Especially Rudyard Kipling’s IF — “If you can keep your head when all about you are losing theirs, and blaming it on you…” (very important) or DAFFODILS by William Wordsworth — ” I wandered lonely as a cloud that floats on high o’er vales and hills…” I never pictured William as a lonely fellow (very comforting). How about “When I have fears that I may cease to be before my pen has glean’d my teeming brain…”–John Keats. (Is that fuelling my furious blogging these days?) And then there’s The Power of You, penned in 1998 by yours truly.

THE POWER OF YOU

If you would be more powerful,

release your ego,

let it soar!

Let the roar of you subside,

look inside,

see the power of you

released to empower others

not destroy them

with ego.

©1998

Now that I’m closing in on blog one hundred, I have to rethink whether to stop. Faithful followers are asking me to “keep on  blogging”, so with that in mind, it will depend if the blogging muses will still be forthcoming with words of wisdom (or not). Tomorrow is another day–time enough for decision making.