Share Your Voices…

by Therese Miu on 16/02/10 at 7:21 am

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@Firman Hananda Boedihardjo

@Firman Hananda Boedihardjo

I would LOVE to hear your favorite POEMS…

Here’s MINE


The Invitation by Oriah

It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living.
I want to know what you ache for
and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart’s longing.

It doesn’t interest me how old you are.
I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool
for love
for your dream
for the adventure of being alive.

It doesn’t interest me what planets are squaring your moon…
I want to know if you have touched the centre of your own sorrow
if you have been opened by life’s betrayals
or have become shrivelled and closed
from fear of further pain.

I want to know if you can sit with pain
mine or your own
without moving to hide it
or fade it
or fix it.

I want to know if you can be with joy
mine or your own
if you can dance with wildness
and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes
without cautioning us
to be careful
to be realistic
to remember the limitations of being human.

It doesn’t interest me if the story you are telling me
is true.
I want to know if you can
disappoint another
to be true to yourself.
If you can bear the accusation of betrayal
and not betray your own soul.
If you can be faithless
and therefore trustworthy.

I want to know if you can see Beauty
even when it is not pretty
every day.
And if you can source your own life
from its presence.

I want to know if you can live with failure
yours and mine
and still stand at the edge of the lake
and shout to the silver of the full moon,
“Yes.”

It doesn’t interest me
to know where you live or how much money you have.
I want to know if you can get up
after the night of grief and despair
weary and bruised to the bone
and do what needs to be done
to feed the children.

It doesn’t interest me who you know
or how you came to be here.
I want to know if you will stand
in the centre of the fire
with me
and not shrink back.

It doesn’t interest me where or what or with whom
you have studied.
I want to know what sustains you
from the inside
when all else falls away.

I want to know if you can be alone
with yourself
and if you truly like the company you keep
in the empty moments.


@Firman Hananda Boedihardjo

@Firman Hananda Boedihardjo

Unreasonably Em Claire

“Show yourself to me,” said I to God again.

And this is what happened next:

I became pregnant with Light.

My eyes were sunrise and sunset, both.

Freckles announced themselves planets and stars, and beamed upon my cheeks.

Each of my lips became a kiss to the other, my ears heard oceans of life.

Between my eyes there was an indigo wheel , between my toes, blond fields.

My hands remembered climbing-trees, my hair, each lover’s fingers.

And then I whispered, “But why have you made me this way?” And it was told to me:

“Because I have never had Your name before, nor heard the way You sing it. Nor stared

Into the Universe through eyes like These. Nor laughed This way, nor felt the path that These tears take.

Because I have not known These ectasies nor risen to These heights, nor experienced every nuance

Of the Innocence with which you create your lows, nor how a Heart could grow so wide, or break so easily or love quite so reasonably.”

@Firman Hananda Boedihardjo

@Firman Hananda Boedihardjo

‘moving beyond the privilege of a few… for we are each a light’

Francois Normandeau

i have never seen a god
i have never seen a saint
i have never seen a buddha
i have never seen an enlightened one

but i dream
i dream of so many things
i dream of most wonderful things
& i wish to share a dream with you

i wish for you to meet one
that takes the shades of stillness under a moon serene
that walks as a shadow upon the earth
so as not to bend a blade of grass or a flower

i wish for you to meet & sit & share a tea
partaking of each other’s company
for a time beyond what seems a demanding reality
listening to the contents of hearts & believing

i wish for you to know that once you’ll leave
in the space you have shared
only the truest love would be
for that is how we transform the world slowly & surely

one soul meeting another
each not a guru
or a saint
& still adding immense light & peace lasting infinitely

@Firman Hananda Boedihardjo

@Firman Hananda Boedihardjo

I am a lover, a fighter and a survivor by Alica Starr

I am a lover first, of life, of each day…hopeful…
And fight the days that just could be better
Those days that creep up like hell
One thing goes wrong and then another,
For whatever reason, as a challenge of the spirit
And when it’s all over I realized I survived it
Because I am a lover first…
Love conquers all…

Deep Gratitude for those that Contributed to this blogpost:

Photography:

Firman Hananda Boedihardjo

Poets:

Francois Normandeau

Alica Starr

Looking forward to hearing from you!

Please SHARE in the community YOUR Favorite POEMS of all times. I would LOVE your participation.

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  • ..And here (in my new blog) you'll find an Unplugged video version of this song! :)

    Francesco
  • Thank you Therese for this beautiful blog...
    Here's the text of a song I've written some time ago...

    Darling, you're my sunshine
    and I feel you all the time
    Darling, when I hold you,
    we're one and we're laughing

    I know that you feel good,
    I know that you're ready
    to smile and to come out with me

    I feel that you love
    I feel like we're one
    and I'm happy, I'm grateful
    'cause you are forever with me...

    Darling, I'm your sunshine,
    and you feel me through your daytime.
    Darling, when I hold you,
    we're one and we're laughing.

    I know that you feel good,
    I know that you're ready
    to smile and to come out with me

    I know that you love me
    I feel like we're one
    and I'm happy, I'm grateful
    'cause you are forever with me...


    So now that we’re one we can walk in the sunshine
    Watching the things that are moving around us
    So you are feeling so good and relaxed
    You can’t believe that you are feeling so lighter

    And here's the link where you can listen to the entire song...www.myspace.com/franceeeeeee
  • Therese, Here's a poem my mother had in a prose book when I was a child. At one time I even memorized it and quoted it at school. I won't tell you how many years ago that was.

    Eugene Field. 1850-1895

    Seein' Things

    I AIN'T afraid uv snakes or toads, or bugs or worms or mice,
    An' things 'at girls are skeered uv I think are awful nice!
    I'm pretty brave I guess; an' yet I hate to go to bed,
    For, when I'm tucked up warm an snug an' when my prayers are said,
    Mother tells me "Happy Dreams" an' takes away the light,
    An' leaves me lyin' all alone an' seein' things at night!

    Sometimes they're in the corner, sometimes they're by the door,
    Sometimes they're all a-standin' in the middle uv the floor;
    Sometimes they are a-sittin' down, sometimes they're walkin' round
    So softly and so creepy-like they never make a sound!
    Sometimes they are as black as ink, an' other times they're white
    But color ain't no difference when you see things at night!

    Once, when I licked a feller 'at had just moved on our street,
    An' father sent me up to bed without a bite to eat,
    I woke up in the dark an saw things standin' in a row,
    A-lookin' at me cross-eyed an' p'intin' at me so!
    Oh, my! I wuz so skeered 'at time I never slep' a mite
    It's almost alluz when I'm bad I see things at night!

    Lucky thing I ain't a girl or I'd be skeered to death!
    Bein' I'm a boy, I duck my head an' hold my breath.
    An' I am, oh so sorry I'm a naughty boy, an' then
    I promise to be better an' I say my prayers again!
    Gran'ma tells me that's the only way to make it right
    When a feller has been wicked an' sees things at night

    An' so when other naughty boys would coax me into sin,
    I try to skwush the Tempter's voice 'at urges me within;
    An' when they's pie for supper, or cakes 'at's big an' nice,
    I want to but I do not pass my plate f'r them things twice!
    No, ruther let Starvation wipe me slowly out o' sight
    Than I should keep a-livin' on an' seein' things at night!
    .-= Chris Kilber´s last blog ..Don’t Stop Believin’ =-.
  • awwww Chris this was a beautiful poem. I will re-read it for sure. I thank you for stopping by and sharing with me this beautiful poem.
  • It has been too long that you've denied
    Denied your essence
    Denied your spirit
    Denied your being to keep others happy
    Denied your voice in silence
    How will love enter your being
    When you deny?
    Don't deny what you deserve
    Tired of excuses to keep this denial
    Who are you doing a service
    By denying the truth
    Of who you are
    Denying the light
    of your love
    Denying the essence of your
    Magnificence
    Don't be afraid
    Be brave and defy
    Defy
  • Hi Therese,

    What a beautiful collection of poems, and thank you to Andre for sharing the link.

    This is one of my favourite poems from Rumi, it's short but breathtaking!

    With love you don't bargain there, the choice is not yours.
    Love is a mirror, it reflects only your essence, if you have the courage to look in it's face.
    ~ Rumi

    Love and Blessings, Janna
    .-= Janna´s last blog ..Interview with James Schramko – Predictions for 2010 and Fast Web Formula Workshop =-.
  • Therese, I just came back to this page to re-read it aloud (inspired by Thérèse's link in fb)... I have never done it before, and I found it surprisingly enjoyable and invigorating!

    It made me remember a few years ago when I sit with a friend whom I have lost contact with, who wrote poetry about the heart... she would read the words, and I played the music on piano as the words came to me.

    Thank you for sharing this, Therese. Unknowingly you have lightened up a new spark of joy within my being! :-).

    Much Love & Gratitude,
    Andre
    .-= Andre´s last blog ..Are You Arguing With Reality? =-.
  • I absolutely love Oriah. I had shared her work with Lina a while ago and it was instant Love. That is definitely one of favorites.
    I also love ee cummings. This is one of my all time favorites:

    somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond
    any experience,your eyes have their silence:
    in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
    or which i cannot touch because they are too near

    your slightest look will easily unclose me
    though i have closed myself as fingers,
    you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
    (touching skilfully,mysteriously)her first rose

    or if your wish be to close me, i and
    my life will shut very beautifully ,suddenly,
    as when the heart of this flower imagines
    the snow carefully everywhere descending;
    nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
    the power of your intense fragility:whose texture
    compels me with the color of its countries,
    rendering death and forever with each breathing

    (i do not know what it is about you that closes
    and opens;only something in me understands
    the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
    nobody,not even the rain,has such small hands

    Thank you for sharing!
    xo,
    Thérèse
  • Thanks for this project Therese. You have helped me to remember one of my favorites by Emily Dickinson, "If you were coming in the fall:"

    IF you were coming in the fall,
    I ’d brush the summer by
    With half a smile and half a spurn,
    As housewives do a fly.

    If I could see you in a year,
    I ’d wind the months in balls,
    And put them each in separate drawers,
    Until their time befalls.

    If only centuries delayed,
    I ’d count them on my hand,
    Subtracting till my fingers dropped
    Into Van Diemen’s land.

    If certain, when this life was out,
    That yours and mine should be,
    I ’d toss it yonder like a rind,
    And taste eternity.

    But now, all ignorant of the length
    Of time’s uncertain wing,
    It goads me, like the goblin bee,
    That will not state its sting.
  • HI Alex, I enjoyed this...I simply want to thank you =)
  • Ah, poetry....timeless ;)
  • I really enjoyed these poems. Great job here. One of my favorite poems is by Maya Angelou entitled "Still I Rise."
  • Hi Baker, I looked up Maya Angelou I didn't know it before. WOW!!! It's EPIC ;)
  • These are such beautiful poems! I LOVE poetry and I have so many favorites. Robert Frost, my friend Dan Coppersmith, Maya Angelou, Shakespeare, and many more. Thank you Therese!
    .-= Rose Goddess´s last blog ..My Money Honey Valentine =-.
  • Those were beautiful Therese, thank for sharing! Your blog does awaken and inspire me each time I come.
    .-= Lana-Dreamfollowers.com´s last blog ..you won’t love THERE if you don’t love HERE first =-.
  • Lana, Thank YOU sweetie I am beginning the wonderful journey. Yogi Bhajan said, "If you want to learn a thing, read that; if you want to know a thing, write that; if you want to master a thing, teach that"
  • Thank you for another beautiful expression of love and light!
    Hope your day was filled with delight and true love1

    Fondly,
    Buff
    .-= buff´s last blog ..Growing Pains =-.
  • Buff,
    It was thank YOU! I always appreciate your words of encouragement and your genrosity of spirit.
  • Alica Starr
    Thank you for embracing love.... and sharing all of these beautiful poems..... I am honored to be included.... peace, love & smiles....

    Your Friend,

    Alica Starr
  • Alica, I appreciate you and Thank YOU for letting me borrow your wonderful poem.
    Blessings as well sister ;)
  • Wow impressive & beautiful collection of Poems Therese :-) I admit I don't read poems and don't have any "favorite's" to share, however I still find the beauty in these and thank you for shedding light on them.

    I adore the Poem "The Invitation"

    It especially resonated with me.

    It doesn’t interest me how old you are.
    I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool
    for love
    for your dream
    for the adventure of being alive.

    Ahh the truth in that as we are young or old it doesn't matter. What matters is that we are not in judgment but "being."

    I love her site too.

    Thank you :-)

    Your friend In Light
    .-= Tony Teegarden´s last blog ..6 People You Should Be Connected With Online For Self Growth =-.
  • @Tony Oriah is deep. She is very profound in her writing. I definitely appreciate her. Glad you liked her Tony.
  • Ade
    I go among the trees and sit still.
    All my stirring become quiet
    around me like circles on water.
    My tasks line in their places
    where I left them, asleep like cattle.

    Then what is afraid of me comes
    and lives a while in my sight.
    What it fears in me leaves me,
    and the fear of me leaves it.
    It sings, and I hear its song.

    Then what I am afraid of comes.
    I live for a while in its sight.
    What I fear in it leaves it,
    and the fear of it leaves me,
    It sings, and I hear its song.

    After days of labor,
    mute in my consternations,
    I hear my song at last,
    and I sing it. As we sing,
    the day turns, the trees move.

    -A Timbered Choir by Wendell Berry
  • @Ade, Never heard of this one before. So glad you shared it here. I thank Youi ;)
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