He who does not reflect his life back to God in gratitude does not know himself.
Tuesday, April 17, 2012
Monday, April 9, 2012
John Fletcher 1579-1625 ~ Thievery Corporation (Rob Garza & Eric Hilton and many others) ...The Cosmic Game
Man is his own star; and the soul that can render an honest and a perfect man,
Commands all light, all influence, all fate; nothing to him falls early or too late.
Our acts our angels are, or good or ill, our fatal shadows that walk by us still.
Commands all light, all influence, all fate; nothing to him falls early or too late.
Our acts our angels are, or good or ill, our fatal shadows that walk by us still.
Wednesday, April 4, 2012
Ralph Waldo Emerson 1803-1882 ~ Bob Dylan 1941- ...Gates Of Eden
THINK me not unkind and rude that I walk alone in grove and glen;
I go to the god of the wood to fetch his word to men.
Tax not my sloth that I fold my arms beside the brook;
Each cloud that floated in the sky writes a letter in my book.
Chide me not, laborious band, for the idle flowers I brought;
Every aster in my hand goes home loaded with a thought.
There was never mystery but ’tis figured in the flowers;
Was never secret history but birds tell it in the bowers.
One harvest from thy field homeward brought the oxen strong;
A second crop thine acres yield, which I gather in a song.
I go to the god of the wood to fetch his word to men.
Tax not my sloth that I fold my arms beside the brook;
Each cloud that floated in the sky writes a letter in my book.
Chide me not, laborious band, for the idle flowers I brought;
Every aster in my hand goes home loaded with a thought.
There was never mystery but ’tis figured in the flowers;
Was never secret history but birds tell it in the bowers.
One harvest from thy field homeward brought the oxen strong;
A second crop thine acres yield, which I gather in a song.
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