Tag: spirituality
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minner for a heart of gold
If your heart is not of stone but made of gold,Beating deep within at your very presence. © E n i s ∞ r song: My Very Best – Elbow
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transmutation
There is beauty to be found in barrenness;when things stop growing, a monument remains—enough to draw hope from.Enough to keep dreaming about what new thing may take its place.It is the art of transmutation, the magic of change. © E n i s ∞ r song: A change Would Do You Good – Sheryl Crow
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oh silly me
There are at least two sides to a story. © E n i s ∞ r song: Flame – Sebadoh
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the late bloomers
Timid, cautious, and somewhat shy,we let the quiet years pass by.Not because there is no other way,but ripening demands a longer stay. We are the late bloomers in a field,where early flowers have had their yield.Among the withered forget-me-nots,stand blushing Marys and quiet Scotts. In a world grown brittle, dry, and old,their vibrant colors yet
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Small Light, Great Meaning
If you cannot be a star in the sky, then be a little light in your home. © E n i s ∞ r song: This Is Home – Peter Gabriel
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sea of light
I sway along in a wave of light,bending like reeds.I breathe, I shine—it is not the sun that guides me. It is my world that confines me,quiet and unseen,more oftenthan I allow myself to shine. © E n i s ∞ r song: Deadman’s Ballad – Steve Jansen (feat. David Sylvian & Joan Wasser)
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Never surrender
A stone seems unchanging, yet every strike reveals cracks that were already there.Breaking is not the beginning of destruction, but a process of revelation and understanding.Perhaps wholeness is not the absence of fractures, but the recognition of them. © E n i s ∞ r song: The Pretender – Foo Fighters
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killing time
We humans spend our lives waiting things out.It is a matter of patience, of killing time.You might as well spend that time usefully,for example by listening to music and letting your mind roam. © E n i s ∞ r song: The Musical Box – Genesis We cannot rush time, but we can soundtrack it.
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new hope
Hope can never be judged; it is always allowed to land and take root when the perfect conditions are ready for it….. © E n i s ∞ r song: Rosie – Claw Boys Claw Even what feels like it’s for nothing leads you somewhere; and it’s never too late.
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nostalgia
My past has begun to resemble a musty thrift store.And if you read between the lines,The melancholy and fading glory are easy to find.There’s always something marked by it—It is yellowed paper that was once shining white. © E n i s ∞ r song: Nostalgia – David Sylvian
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portal
Requiem Under the wide and starry sky, Dig the grave and let me lie.Glad did I live and gladly die, And I laid me down with a will. This be the verse you grave for me: Here he lies where he longed to be;Home is the sailor, home from sea, And the hunter home from the hill. poem by:














