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Dragonfly
what is it that you cannot touch,
that we have found divine, and made pretty
by chiseled scars and auburn pain,
in honor, precedence to new ages,
they will not pass slowly, nor weep in vain,
for if the dragonfly told secrets to Saturn,
the precious moments, and all the tea cups,
would shatter to the ground in silence.
that we have found divine, and made pretty
by chiseled scars and auburn pain,
in honor, precedence to new ages,
they will not pass slowly, nor weep in vain,
for if the dragonfly told secrets to Saturn,
the precious moments, and all the tea cups,
would shatter to the ground in silence.
Published 1st Sep 2014
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1st Sep 2014 11:51am
Pishashee, luv :-* ~
Your words resonate so deeply at times it is like my bones vibrate with their sparkling tones.
I remember the dragonfly, luv... :-*
Your words resonate so deeply at times it is like my bones vibrate with their sparkling tones.
I remember the dragonfly, luv... :-*
1st Sep 2014 5:07pm
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Anonymous
1st Sep 2014 8:40pm
There was an injured dragonfly at my doorstep and the beautiful details on the wings, the color shimmering, sparkling with delicacy and fragility of the spirit. I watched the beauty die along its spirit and suddenly the day wasn't as bright as the moment before it's dying breath.
This piece is so delicate as the creature, beautifully conveyed but then you do so, so well Pishashee.
This piece is so delicate as the creature, beautifully conveyed but then you do so, so well Pishashee.
I'm humbled by that beautiful verse in itself that you bring, and your honor for life, thank you for sharing it with me, and thank you again..:)
Anonymous
1st Sep 2014 9:06pm
Lyke dis won
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2nd Sep 2014 4:00am
1st Sep 2014 11:06pm
who can see a dragonfly
and not stand still until
it is gone...to move would
be to misuse the moment
and break an oath...
and not stand still until
it is gone...to move would
be to misuse the moment
and break an oath...
2nd Sep 2014 4:05am
What is ever said of the poet that contains in his heart such feeling of stillness - be still my heart, there is a poet that is near me...:)
11th Jun 2016 3:36am
It's beautiful. Eternity, fragility. I am humbled.
My friend posted this William Blake quote last night,
To see a World in a Grain of Sand
And a Heaven in a Wild Flower,
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
And Eternity in an hour.
And I wrote a lil something under it.
To hear sighs in snow
And laughter in a bright flame,
Feel what you do not know
And love what you dare not name.
My friend posted this William Blake quote last night,
To see a World in a Grain of Sand
And a Heaven in a Wild Flower,
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
And Eternity in an hour.
And I wrote a lil something under it.
To hear sighs in snow
And laughter in a bright flame,
Feel what you do not know
And love what you dare not name.
Thank you, Daniel :)
"Feel what you do not know
And love what you dare not name."
I love things like this because of the familiarity of what can be named as eternal (nothing really, I say half jokingly). Of course I think of the Dao, but also it made me think of, T.S. Eliot
"To arrive where you are, to get from where you are not,
You must go by a way wherein there is no ecstasy.
In order to arrive at what you do not know
You must go by a way which is the way of ignorance.
In order to possess what you do not possess
You must go by the way of dispossession.
In order to arrive at what you are not
You must go through the way in which you are not.
And what you do not know is the only thing you know
And what you own is what you do not own
And where you are is where you are not."
I simply love, William Blake. The Tyger is an amazing read when you really read it, but that goes with anything you really read. I recommend it with sound....a sound mind :D
Thank you for the reminders. :)
"Feel what you do not know
And love what you dare not name."
I love things like this because of the familiarity of what can be named as eternal (nothing really, I say half jokingly). Of course I think of the Dao, but also it made me think of, T.S. Eliot
"To arrive where you are, to get from where you are not,
You must go by a way wherein there is no ecstasy.
In order to arrive at what you do not know
You must go by a way which is the way of ignorance.
In order to possess what you do not possess
You must go by the way of dispossession.
In order to arrive at what you are not
You must go through the way in which you are not.
And what you do not know is the only thing you know
And what you own is what you do not own
And where you are is where you are not."
I simply love, William Blake. The Tyger is an amazing read when you really read it, but that goes with anything you really read. I recommend it with sound....a sound mind :D
Thank you for the reminders. :)
