Sunday, November 27, 2011

q

I slept and dreamt that life was joy. I awoke and saw that life was
service. I acted and behold, service was joy.

-Rabindranath Tagore, philosopher, author, songwriter, painter,
educator, composer, Nobel laureate (1861-1941)

Sunday, November 13, 2011

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Living

The fire in leaf and grass

so green it seems

each summer the last summer.

The wind blowing, the leaves

shivering in the sun,

each day the last day.

A red salamander

so cold and so

easy to catch , dreamily

moves his delicate feet

and long tail, I hold

my hand open for him to go.

Each minute the last minute.

Denise Levertov

Sunday, November 06, 2011

q

A mature person is one who does not think only in absolutes, who is
able to be objective even when deeply stirred emotionally, who has
learned that there is both good and bad in all people and in all
things, and who walks humbly and deals charitably with the
circumstances of life, knowing that in this world no one is all
knowing and therefore all of us need both love and charity.

-Eleanor Roosevelt, diplomat and writer (1884-1962)