Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts

Thursday, April 22, 2010

Moment of inner freedom. When the mind is opened. And the infinite universe revealed. And the soul is left to wander.

The Beatles

Mick Jagger and Keith Richards

Jimi Hendrix

Robert Plant

Mick Jagger

George Harrison

Jimmy Page

Jim Morrison

Bob Dylan

Anita Pallenberg

Marianne Faithfull

Brian Jones


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Sunday, October 11, 2009

Seeming to be the chimes of freedom flashing...

                       Moment of inner freedom
                   when the mind is opened & the
                     infinite universe revealed
                     & the soul is left to wander
                  dazed & confus’d searching (...)
             

 Shake dreams from your hair
  My pretty child, my sweet one.
      Choose the day  &
     choose the sign of your day
  The day’s divinity
    First thing you see.
   A vast radiant beach
        in a cool jeweled moon (...)

                                                                                              Jim Morrison

Live and Let Live. Breathe. Relax. Feel. Enjoy. Love.

Find a Smile Inside.

Dream.

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Wednesday, September 9, 2009

I simply LOVE this picture and i simple LOVE this poem...

Right now, they are the perfect match for me...


"Promises Like Pie-Crust"

Promise me no promises,
So will I not promise you:
Keep we both our liberties,
Never false and never true:
Let us hold the die uncast,
Free to come as free to go:
For I cannot know your past,
And of mine what can you know?

You, so warm, may once have been
Warmer towards another one:
I, so cold, may once have seen
Sunlight, once have felt the sun:
Who shall show us if it was
Thus indeed in time of old?
Fades the image from the glass,
And the fortune is not told.

If you promised, you might grieve
For lost liberty again:
If I promised, I believe
I should fret to break the chain.
Let us be the friends we were,
Nothing more but nothing less:
Many thrive on frugal fare
Who would perish of excess.

(by Christina Georgina Rossetti)

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