The Seasons

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"When I'm good, I'm very good.
But when I'm bad, I am better."

*Mae West
(1893-1980)

[passenger]

The Paradoxical Commandments

People are illogical, unreasonable, and self-centered.
Love them anyway.

If you do good, people will accuse you of selfish ulterior motives.
Do good anyway.

If you are successful, you will win false friends and true enemies.
Succeed anyway.

The good you do today will be forgotten tomorrow.
Do good anyway.

Honesty and frankness make you vulnerable.
Be honest and frank anyway.

The biggest men and women with the biggest ideas can be shot down by the smallest men and women with the smallest minds.
Think big anyway.

People favor underdogs but follow only top dogs.
Fight for a few underdogs anyway.

What you spend years building may be destroyed overnight.
Build anyway.

People really need help but may attack you if you do help them.
Help people anyway.

Give the world the best you have and you'll get kicked in the teeth.
Give the world the best you have anyway.


Dr. Kent M. Keith
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kent_M._Keith

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The Wind

Less than the cloud to the wind
Less than the foam to the sea
Less than the rose to the storm
Am I to thee

More than the star to the night
More than the rain to the tree
More than heaven to earth
Art thou to me

Sara Teasdale
(1884-1933)

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Closed Path*

I thought that my voyage had come to its end
At the last limit of my power
That the path before me was closed
That provisions were exhausted
And the time come to take shelter in a silent obscurity

But I find that thy will knows no end in me
And when old words die out on the tongue
New melodies break forth from the heart
And where the old tracks are lost
New country is revealed with its wonders

Rabindranath Tagore
(1861-1941)

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Dreams*

Lets suppose that you were able every night to dream any dream you wanted to dream,
and you would naturally as you began on this adventure of dreams, you would fulfill all your wishes.

You would have every kind of pleasure, you see,
and after several nights you would say, "well that was pretty great."
But now lets have a surprise, lets have a dream which isn’t under control.
Well something is going to happen to me that i don’t know what it’s gonna be.
Then you would get more and more adventurous, and you would make further and further out gambles as to what you would dream, and finally you would dream where you are now.

If you awaken from this illusion,
and you understand that black implies white,
self implies other,
life implies death.
You can feel yourself, not as a stranger in the world,
not as something here on probation, not as something that has arrived here by fluke, but you can begin to feel your own existence as absolutely fundamental.

What you are basically, deep, deep down, far, far in, is simply the fabric and structure of existence itself.

Alan Watts
(1915-1973)

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In Greek, nostalgia literally means the pain from an old wound.
It's a twinge in your heart far more powerful than memory alone.

Everybody has those memories.
Oh beautiful memories too painful to remember.
*Ahana

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...trên mỗi bước đường em đi...

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♥Age of Innocence♥

Innocence so fragile
Won’t last for a long while
Engulf yourself in this joyous ride
That will soon be washed away by the tide

Years later, when you are time worn
Let that innocence be reborn
Rewind back to those joyous rides
Before you’re hit by the last tides

Zainab Attari
(India)

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em, có phải?*

em không cần phải nói em yêu tôi
mắt hãy khép và môi xin đừng mở
ngực hãy tịnh yên dịu dàng hơi thở
tay bâng khuâng khoan quấn quít vội vòng ôm

khi buổi chiều chưa kịp phai trên ngày đang đi qua
vạt nắng héo mùa đông chừng như vật vã
em có nghe tiếng thét gào khô
của ngọn lửa thời gian cháy bùng nôn nả
đốt hồn ta - ôi
tơi tả phấn bụi đường hoa

em không cần phải nói em yêu tôi
vai hãy ngoan và tóc xin đừng rối
ngủ giữa rừng trăng
tình ru phím cuối
ngọt trái sầu rơi
đắm đuối buổi xa người

em không cần phải nói
và tôi cũng không cần phải quên
có phải?

psr.

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Purple*
It was your favourite colour
You made me wear it
You made me

When you was painting
Deep colours like
Purple*
Were your pallet

Your canvas was pale white
Clean and pure
Innocent almost
But your aggressive ruined it

Your paintbrush
You held it with power / pride
Dominance
With brutal force

I was your canvas
And your brush / your fist
You smothered me now
I am your favourite colour
Purple*

Christine Sandford
2015