I will give unto him that is athirst of the fountain of the water of life freely.
Thursday, June 23, 2011
Sunday, June 19, 2011
Lord Byron 1788-1824 ~ JJ Cale 1938- ...Durango
In the desert a fountain is springing,
In the wide waste there still is a tree,
And a bird in the solitude singing,
Which speaks to my spirit of thee.
In the wide waste there still is a tree,
And a bird in the solitude singing,
Which speaks to my spirit of thee.
Thursday, June 16, 2011
Henry Beston 1888-1968 ~ Cream (Pete Brown 1940- & Jack Bruce 1943- & Eric Clapton 1945- ) ...Sunshine Of Your Love ~ Ella Fitzgerald 1917-1996
Creation is still going on, the creative forces are
As great and as active today as they have ever been,
And tomorrow’s morning will be as heroic as any of the world.
Creation is here and now. So near is man to the creative pageant,
So much a part is he of the endless and incredible experiment,
That any glimpse he may have will be but the revelation of a moment,
A solitary note in a symphony thundering through debatable existences of time.
As great and as active today as they have ever been,
And tomorrow’s morning will be as heroic as any of the world.
Creation is here and now. So near is man to the creative pageant,
So much a part is he of the endless and incredible experiment,
That any glimpse he may have will be but the revelation of a moment,
A solitary note in a symphony thundering through debatable existences of time.
Thursday, June 9, 2011
Brian Swimme 1950- ~ Laura Nyro 1947-1997 ...Stoned Soul Picnic
The Universe is an inexhaustible celebration of ultimate mystery!
Friday, June 3, 2011
Henry David Thoreau 1817-1862 ~ Ben Harper 1969- ...Diamonds On The Inside
If with closed ears and eyes I consult consciousness for a moment,
Immediately are all walls and barriers dissipated,
Earth rolls from under me, and I float . . .
In the midst of an unknown and infinite sea,
Or else heave and swell like a vast ocean of thought,
Without rock or headland, where are all riddles solved,
All straight lines making there their two ends to meet,
Eternity and space gambolling familiarly through my depths.
I am from the beginning, knowing no end, no aim. No sun illumines me,
For I dissolve all lesser lights in my own intenser and steadier light.
I am a restful kernel in the magazine of the universe. . . .
Immediately are all walls and barriers dissipated,
Earth rolls from under me, and I float . . .
In the midst of an unknown and infinite sea,
Or else heave and swell like a vast ocean of thought,
Without rock or headland, where are all riddles solved,
All straight lines making there their two ends to meet,
Eternity and space gambolling familiarly through my depths.
I am from the beginning, knowing no end, no aim. No sun illumines me,
For I dissolve all lesser lights in my own intenser and steadier light.
I am a restful kernel in the magazine of the universe. . . .
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