A Quotation About Our Parth From Joseph Campbell

Joseph CampbellIf you can see your path laid out in front of you step by step, you know it’s not your path. Your own path you make with every step you take. That’s why it’s your path. — Joseph Campbell

Birdsong By Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi

Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi

Birdsong brings relief
to my longing
I’m just as ecstatic as they are,
but with nothing to say!
Please universal soul, practice
some song or something through me!

A Quotation About Letting Your Life Mean Something From Thomas D. Willhite

Thomas D. WillhiteLet your life mean something. Become an inspiration to others so that they may try to do more and to become more than they are today. — Thomas D. Willhite

A Maiden To Her Mirror By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Ella Wheeler Wilcox

He said he loved me! Then he called my hair
Silk threads wherewith sly Cupid strings his bow,
My cheek a rose leaf fallen on new snow;
And swore my round, full throat would bring despair
To Venus or to Psyche.

Time and care
Will fade these locks; the merry god, I know,
Uses no grizzled cords upon his bow.
How will it be when I, no longer fair,
Plead for his kiss with cheeks, whence long ago
The early snowflakes melted quite away,
The rose leaf died – and in whose sallow clay
Lie the deep sunken tracks of life’s gaunt crow?

When this full throat shall wattle fold on fold,
Like some ripe peach left drying on a wall,
Or like a spent accordion, when all
Its music has exhaled – will love grow cold?

Israfel By Edgar Allan Poe

Edgar Allan Poe

In Heaven a spirit doth dwell
“Whose heart-strings are a lute”;
None sing so wildly well
As the angel Israfel,
And the giddy stars (so legends tell),
Ceasing their hymns, attend the spell
Of his voice, all mute.

Tottering above
In her highest noon,
The enamored moon
Blushes with love,
While, to listen, the red levin
(With the rapid Pleiads, even,
Which were seven,)
Pauses in Heaven.

And they say (the starry choir
And the other listening things)
That Israfeli’s fire
Is owing to that lyre
By which he sits and sings-
The trembling living wire
Of those unusual strings.

But the skies that angel trod,
Where deep thoughts are a duty-
Where Love’s a grown-up God-
Where the Houri glances are
Imbued with all the beauty
Which we worship in a star.

Therefore thou art not wrong,
Israfeli, who despisest
An unimpassioned song;
To thee the laurels belong,
Best bard, because the wisest!
Merrily live, and long!

The ecstasies above
With thy burning measures suit-
Thy grief, thy joy, thy hate, thy love,
With the fervor of thy lute-
Well may the stars be mute!

Yes, Heaven is thine; but this
Is a world of sweets and sours;
Our flowers are merely- flowers,
And the shadow of thy perfect bliss
Is the sunshine of ours.

If I could dwell
Where Israfel
Hath dwelt, and he where I,
He might not sing so wildly well
A mortal melody,
While a bolder note than this might swell
From my lyre within the sky.

A Night—There Lay The Days Between By Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

A Night—there lay the Days between—
The Day that was Before—
And Day that was Behind—were one—
And now—’twas Night—was here—

Slow—Night—that must be watched away—
As Grains upon a shore—
Too imperceptible to note—
Till it be night—no more—

Vitamin D and Ginger Effective In Reducing Asthma By Marianna Pochelli

Prevent DiseaseThis is quite an interesting topic. You can find out more by visiting this link: Vitamin D and Ginger Effective In Reducing Asthma By Marianna Pochelli

Abraham Hicks 2013 — Can I heal my hearing without a medical intervention — Law of Attraction

EstherA nice topic! You can check it out here: Abraham Hicks 2013 — Can I heal my hearing without a medical intervention — Law of Attraction