Monthly Archives: April 2013

Abraham Hicks — How Can I Move Through Fear

EstherNice topic! You can check it out here: Abraham Hicks — How Can I Move Through Fear

Toni Braxton — Spanish Guitar

Toni BraxtonHere is a nice classic from, Toni Braxton: Toni Braxton — Spanish Guitar

A Quotation About Making Peace With Silence From Dr. Wayne Dyer

Dr. Wayne DyerMake peace with silence, and remind yourself that it is in this space that you’ll come to remember your spirit. When you’re able to transcend an aversion to silence, you’ll also transcend many other miseries. And it is in this silence that the remembrance of God will be activated. — Dr. Wayne Dyer

My Friend By Khalil Gibran

Khalil Gibran

My friend, I am not what I seem. Seeming is but a garment I wear–a
care-woven garment that protects me from thy questionings and thee
from my negligence.

The ‘I’ in me, my friend, dwells in the house of silence, and
therein it shall remain for ever more, unperceived, unapproachable.

I would not have thee believe in what I say nor trust in what I
do–for my words are naught but thy own thoughts in sound and my
deeds thy own hopes in action.

When thou sayest, ‘The wind bloweth eastward,’ I say, ‘Aye it doth
blow eastward’; for I would not have thee know that my mind doth
not dwell upon the wind but upon the sea.

Thou canst not understand my seafaring thoughts, nor would I have
thee understand. I would be at sea alone.

When it is day with thee, my friend, it is night with me; yet even
then I speak of the noontide that dances upon the hills and of
the purple shadow that steals its way across the valley; for thou
canst not hear the songs of my darkness nor see my wings beating
against the stars–and I fain would not have thee hear or see. I
would be with night alone.

When thou ascendest to thy Heaven I descend to my Hell–even then
thou callest to me across the unbridgeable gulf, ‘My companion, my
comrade,’ and I call back to thee, ‘My comrade, my companion’–for
I would not have thee see my Hell. The flame would burn thy eyesight
and the smoke would crowd thy nostrils. And I love my Hell too
well to have thee visit it. I would be in Hell alone.

Thou lovest Truth and Beauty and Righteousness; and I for thy sake
say it is well and seemly to love these things. But in my heart
I laught at thy love. Yet I would not have thee see my laughter.
I would laugh alone.

My friend, thou art good and cautious and wise; nay, thou art
perfect–and I, too, speak with thee wisely and cautiously. And
yet I am mad. But I mask my madness. I would be mad alone.

My friend, thou art not my friend, but how shall I make thee
understand? My path is not thy path, yet together we walk, hand
in hand.

Don’t Follow Me For Following Sake: Do It Because You Really Want To

Follow MeI wonder: how many of the people who are following my blog know what it is all about?

I now that there are people who just follow for the sake of following and that shouldn’t be the case.

I would recommend that you follow this blog of mine because you really want to. As a matter of fact, I have an About section that would give you an idea as to what Renard Moreau Presents is all about.

The truth is: I wouldn’t follow any and every blog on the internet and you shouldn’t either; not every blog is appropriate for you and I.

However, I must state that I am grateful for all those who are following Renard Moreau Presents.

Here is one other important factor I want you to know: I update my blog regularly; so I hope that you can handle that aspect of Renard Moreau Presents.

Selena Gomez & The Scene — Naturally

Selena GomezA groovy track! Here is the link to the video: Selena Gomez & The Scene — Naturally

Bat By Anne Sexton

Anne Sexton

His awful skin
stretched out by some tradesman
is like my skin, here between my fingers,
a kind of webbing, a kind of frog.
Surely when first born my face was this tiny
and before I was born surely I could fly.
Not well, mind you, only a veil of skin
from my arms to my waist.
I flew at night, too. Not to be seen
for if I were I’d be taken down.
In August perhaps as the trees rose to the stars
I have flown from leaf to leaf in the thick dark.
If you had caught me with your flashlight
you would have seen a pink corpse with wings,
out, out, from her mother’s belly, all furry
and hoarse skimming over the houses, the armies.
That’s why the dogs of your house sniff me.
They know I’m something to be caught
somewhere in the cemetery hanging upside down
like a misshapen udder.

More And More By Margaret Atwood

Margaret Atwood

More and more frequently the edges
of me dissolve and I become
a wish to assimilate the world, including
you, if possible through the skin
like a cool plant’s tricks with oxygen
and live by a harmless green burning.

I would not consume
you or ever
finish, you would still be there
surrounding me, complete
as the air.

Unfortunately I don’t have leaves.
Instead I have eyes
and teeth and other non-green
things which rule out osmosis.

So be careful, I mean it,
I give you fair warning:

This kind of hunger draws
everything into its own
space; nor can we
talk it all over, have a calm
rational discussion.

There is no reason for this, only
a starved dog’s logic about bones.

Be your OWN Doctor

FreeleeHere is a controversial message and video from, Freelee: Be your OWN Doctor

Packing Lunch — Ideas For Variety While Saving Time

HeatherHere is more from, Heather Nauta: Packing Lunch — Ideas For Variety While Saving Time