Amongst the flowers I am alone with my pot of wine drinking by myself; then lifting my cup I asked the moon to drink with me, its reflection and mine in the wine cup, just the three of us; then I sigh for the moon cannot drink,
and my shadow goes emptily along with me never saying a word; with no other friends here, I can but use these two for company; in the time of happiness, I too must be happy with all around me; I sit and sing and it is as if the moon
accompanies me; then if I dance, it is my shadow that dances along with me; while still not drunk, I am glad to make the moon and my shadow into friends, but then when I have drunk too much, we all part; yet these are
friends I can always count on these who have no emotion whatsoever; I hope that one day we three will meet again, deep in the Milky Way.
I know it is early morning, And hope is calling aloud, And your heart is afire with Youth's desire To hurry along with the crowd. But linger a bit by the roadside, And lend a hand by the way, 'Tis a curious fact that a generous act Brings leisure and luck to a day.
I know it is only the noontime -- There is chance enough to be kind; But the hours run fast when noon has passed, And the shadows are close behind. So think while the light is shining, And act ere the set of the sun, For the sorriest woe that a soul can know Is to think what it might have done.
I know it is almost evening, But the twilight hour is long. If you listen and heed each cry of need You can right full many a wrong. For when we have finished the journey We will all look back and say: 'On life's long mile there was nothing worth while But the good we did by the way.'
At the end of the row I stepped on the toe Of an unemployed hoe. It rose in offense And struck me a blow In the seat of my sense. It wasn't to blame But I called it a name. And I must say it dealt Me a blow that I felt Like a malice prepense. You may call me a fool, But was there a rule The weapon should be Turned into a tool? And what do we see? The first tool I step on Turned into a weapon.
Hi Clovers, it’s another week to be excited about!
If you don’t think there is anything to be excited about, take a step back and look at one thing you’re grateful for or what makes you happy.
Stay away from negativity
You should certainly not allow bad vibes around you. Avoid them and have the mindset that those goals you have will work out eventually (of course you have work for it).
You certainly do not need or want negativity growing close to you. No bad vibes as I said before.
So start this week smiling and with faith that it’s all going to be a good one as you work to achieve your goals.
Up ahead it’s white. Snow animal, I’m running at your back. I’ve failed to tell you I’ve been hungry all this time, to tell you I’ve been searching for you, like meat, like water. All my life, I’ve distanced myself. As if to know you was to drown. As if to find you I’d usher myself further from what is real. I’ve been adrift along the threads of white leading me out beyond an imagined frame. I’ve untied myself, uncuffed the arms and neck. I didn’t know I was hurt like that. I didn’t know there was a force pulling me downward toward a bedrock, lulling me to sleep. You are the one escaping, you are the one breaking free. I understand your astonishing dash to freedom, done with the estranged wind, done with frost and storm, orchids curling outward beyond grief. The road widens to glory. The road disappears
Lying, thinking Last night How to find my soul a home Where water is not thirsty And bread loaf is not stone I came up with one thing And I don't believe I'm wrong That nobody, But nobody Can make it out here alone.
Alone, all alone Nobody, but nobody Can make it out here alone.
There are some millionaires With money they can't use Their wives run round like banshees Their children sing the blues They've got expensive doctors To cure their hearts of stone. But nobody No, nobody Can make it out here alone.
Alone, all alone Nobody, but nobody Can make it out here alone.
Now if you listen closely I'll tell you what I know Storm clouds are gathering The wind is gonna blow The race of man is suffering And I can hear the moan, 'Cause nobody, But nobody Can make it out here alone.
Alone, all alone Nobody, but nobody Can make it out here alone.
The farm house by the river By Paul Laurence Dunbar
I know a little country place Where still my heart doth linger, And o'er its fields is every grace Lined out by memory's finger. Back from the lane where poplar grew And aspens quake and quiver, There stands all bath'd in summer's glow A farm house by the river.
Its eaves are touched with golden light So sweetly, softly shining, And morning-glories full and bright About the doors are twining. And there endowed with every grace That nature's hand could give her, There lived the angel of the place In the farm house by the river.
Her eyes were blue, her hair was gold, Her face was bright and sunny; The songs that from her bosom rolled Were sweet as summer's honey. And I loved her well, that maid divine, And I prayed the Gracious Giver, That I some day might call her mine In the farm house by the river.
'Twas not to be—but God knows best, His will for aye be heed! Perhaps amid the angels blest, My little love was needed. Her spirit from its thralldom torn Went singing o'er the river, And that sweet life my heart shall mourn Forever and forever.
She died one morn at early light When all the birds are singing, And heaven itself in pure delight Its bells of joy seemed ringing. They laid her dust where soon and late The solemn grasses quiver, And left alone and disolate The farm house by the river.
It was a long time ago. I have almost forgotten my dream. But it was there then, In front of me, Bright like a sun— My dream. And then the wall rose, Rose slowly, Slowly, Between me and my dream. Rose until it touched the sky— The wall. Shadow. I am black. I lie down in the shadow. No longer the light of my dream before me, Above me. Only the thick wall. Only the shadow. My hands! My dark hands! Break through the wall! Find my dream! Help me to shatter this darkness, To smash this night, To break this shadow Into a thousand lights of sun, Into a thousand whirling dreams Of sun!
Hello Clovers!! I hope you have been gaining a thing or two so far from the usual Monday posts? If not, hang in there with me for a little while.
Just a moment please
Feeling a little anxious?
Don’t be! Today I just want to talk about how we often let anxiety take control of our actions. It’s mundane to often feel a little anxious in some situations, when about to experience something new or when looking forward to something also.
Sometimes these emotions creep in farther than we expect and starts to act up. What I am saying is to learn how to control your emotions, your feelings. Don’t let them control you.
Anxiety and fear often come together. Once one is present, the other is likely to show. All it does is make you cower and hide. It makes you avoid the path of good things and progress. Tell yourself you choose not to be a coward and you will move forward. The best response to such feelings is usually action.
Anxiety surely doesn’t get you far. You may be getting used to the feeling but at the end you may just be stuck at the same place.
Anxiety’s like a rocking chair. It gives you something to do, but it doesn’t get you very far.
Jodi Picoult
Remember, our goal for this year Clovers?
It’s progress! To be the better version of ourselves. To become the person our younger selves would be proud of!
Yes, we are going to get better together. But not before you drop those extra baggage weighing you down. Yes, I’m talking about the insecurities, the fears, the worries, the anxiety. Drop them all. They are unnecessary. Besides you need to be lighter to soar.
