https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-ainvUKmI5Q
deep in all of us
there is still that little boy or girl sleeping
and desperate to wake up
once in a while
birds help
with their sweet singing
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-ainvUKmI5Q
deep in all of us
there is still that little boy or girl sleeping
and desperate to wake up
once in a while
birds help
with their sweet singing
https://i.imgur.com/tEy53Ox.png
With how sad steps, O Moon, thou climb'st the skies
How silently, and with how wan a face
May it be that even in heavenly place
That busy archer his sharp arrows tries?
Sure, if that long-with-love-acquainted eyes
Can judge of love, thou feel'st a lover's case
I read it in thy looks, thy languished grace
To me, that feel the like, thy state descries
Then, even of fellowship, O Moon, tell me
Is constant love deemed there but want of wit?
Are beauties there as proud as here they be?
Do they above love to be loved, and yet
Those lovers scorn whom that love doth possess?
Do they call 'virtue' there - ungratefulness?
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HzjE33U_gy8
:z57:...you have always been the reason i exist
to adore you is the essence of my faith...:z57:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B6LzhnxV1Hs
In My Life
Songwriters: John Lennon / Paul McCartney
Artist: Diana Krall
There are places I'll remember
All my life, though some have changed
Some forever, not for better
Some have gone, and some remain
All these places had their moments
With lovers and friends, I still can recall
Some are dead, and some are living
In my life, I've loved them all
But of all these friends and lovers
There is no one compares with you
And these memories lose their meaning
When I think of love as something new
Though I know I'll never lose affection
For people and things that went before
I know I'll often stop and think about them
In my life, I'll love you more
In my life, I'll love you more
Mỗi spring, chàng lãng tử Blue mỗi quay về lượn lờ trên cành táo hót khúc xuân-xuân-ơi-xuân-ới-xuân-ơi...*
Xuân của chàng (supposingly) là Red, là nàng chim áo đỏ mỗi đông mỗi co mình ủ ê trong chiếc lồng son trông ngóng cánh chim xa.
đã bao đông qua, xuân về...
đã bao xót xa ê chề...
đã bao vu vơ câu thề...
đến rồi đi, hứ!
- Em đã làm gì khi tôi đi vắng?
- What do you expect?
- Nhớ nhung. Buồn. Nước mắt.
- It kept repeating every year and so on. I'm tired of it.
- Vậy là đã quên tôi?
- Nhớ để làm gì.
- Vậy là đã không buồn?
- Buồn để làm gì.
- Vậy là đã chẳng còn rơi nước mắt?
- Bộ tưởng mắt tôi là cái ocean mặn chát chắc?
- Vậy là có lẽ tôi không nên trở về, nhỉ?
- Ừa. Có lẽ nên ở tịt dưới vùng South lấy vợ đẻ một đàn con cho xong chuyện.
- Do you reealy want that?
- Yup-yup!
- Sẽ không còn ai để nhớ.
- Mặc kệ nhớ!
- Sẽ không còn chuyện để buồn.
- Phỉ phui buồn!
- Sẽ không còn những nỗi niềm để khóc.
- Khóc con cóc nghiến răng ấy! Xời, nói cứ y như ông tướng, bộ nghĩ trên đời chỉ có mỗi mình là...male-bird?!
- Many male-b but only one sweet Blue for one difficult Red. But why?
- This is why*
- Đến khổ với em. Thôi ngủ tiếp đi. Mai dậy rồi trời sẽ đầy nắng.
- Weatherbugs đang chirp-chirp mai ở nơi này có thunderstorm.
- Kệ storm. Miễn em đừng storm với ai là được rồi. Night nhé, nhớ đừng nằm mơ gào tôi phải khóc nhè cùng em đấy!
Há...há...
Nếu ông từ chối không chịu khóc, làm sao giấc mơ cùa tôi có thể cười ngon như một bite táo chín, huh-huh?
****
Nadia
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TH6r0GtuKMA
July Morning
Songwriters: David Garrick / Ken Hensley
Artist Band: Uriah Heep
There I was on a July morning
Looking for love
With the strength of a new day dawning
And the beautiful sun
At the sound of the first bird singing
I was leaving for home
With the storm and the night behind me
And a road of my own
With the day came the resolution
I'll be looking for you
La la la la...
I was looking for love in the strangest places
Wasn't a stone that I left unturned
Must have tried more than a thousand faces
But not one was aware of the fire that burned
In my heart, in my mind, in my soul
La la la la...
There I was on a July morning
I was looking for love
With the strength of a new day dawning
And the beautiful sun
And at the sound of the first bird singing
I was leaving for home
With the storm and the night behind me
Yeah, and a road of my own
*July Morning*
In Bulgaria, there is a tradition called July Morning (Bulgarian: Джулай Морнинг) which is believed to be an echo from the hippie era of the 1960-1980s. Although not universally observed in the country, it is unique as it is not observed anywhere else in the world. Usually, in the days before 1st of July, people from across Bulgaria travel (often hitchhiking) to the Black Sea coast to meet the first sun rays on the first day of July. People gather around fires, share drinks, play music and wait for the sunrise. There is no mandatory ritual, ceremony or rite for this tradition and it is up to participants' discretion how will they spend the night before July 1. On many locations, there are concerts with professional and amateur bands. Camping at the locations of choice for the July Morning celebration is also very popular.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XG4kZjR7z_s
Be
a reason
Then
a season
Wouldn't it be enough
for a lifetime
lasted?
Independence*
Come to my arms, is it eve? is it morn?
Is Apollo* awake? Is Diana** reborn?
Are the streams in full song? Do the woods whisper hush?
Is it the nightingale? Is it the thrush?
Is it the smile of the autumn, the blush of the spring?
Is the world full of peace or alarms?
Come to my arms, Laylah***, come to my arms!
Come to my arms, though the hurricane blow
Thunder and summer, or winter and snow
It is one to us, one, while our spirits are curled
In the crimson caress, we are fond, we are furled
Like lilies away from the war of the world
Are there spells beyond ours? Are there alien charms?
Come to my arms, Laylah, come to my arms!
Come to my arms, is it life? is it death?
Is not all immortality born of your breath?
Are not heaven and hell but as handmaids of yours?
Who are all that enflames, who are all that allures?
Who are all that destroys, who are all that endures?
I am yours, do I care if it heals me or harms?
Come to my arms, Laylah, come to my arms!
Aleister Crowley
(1875-1947)
*Apollo: Greek myth god of the sun & light.
**Diana: Roman myth goddess of the moon/hunt/forest/childbirth.
***Laylah: Hebrew/Arabic myth of dark beauty, one who was born at night.
(Source: G-net&thoughts)
Just a silly thought for today:
Independence comes with the tag of xtreme loneliness.
Believe it not?
Ah, let's wait & see then!* :z13:
https://i.imgur.com/CNbqVnu.png
Where Do We Go From Here?*
Written and performed: Chris Rea
She's 24, she's 25
She doesn't know what's true or lies
Where does she go?
Where does she go from here?
He's 21, he's 22
TV crap is all he knew
Where does he go?
Where does he go from here?
She goes to shool
She stays at home
Wherever she goes, she feels so alone
Where does she go?
Where does she go from here?
They're 34, they're 45
They're so obsessed with the car they drive
Where do they go she says
Where do we go from here?
Love is a stranger, with a silicon smile
As you choke on your envy, down the magazine mile
You must look, but don't touch
You must buy, but don't feel
One day you will find out
None of it is real
Where do we go, where do we go from here?
A Place To Hide*
Mẹ đi chợ vắng, dặn mình ở nhà phải ngoan.
Mình đã cố ngoan được 12 phút.
Và 40 seconds rưỡi.
Rồi bỗng dưng có ông mặt trời ở đâu ló ra, nháy mắt thổi phù một cơn gió lạ vào khung cửa sổ...
Gớm, sao mà hơi thở nóng...(làm bỏng cả môi người ta)...
Mình cho ông ấy tắm tràn một ly nước đá lạnh ơi là lạnh!
Thế là ông mặt trời giận, vừa đi vừa phủi chiếc áo lửa dính lâm châm bụi nước, làu nhàu:
- Cô bé hư nhé. Đợi mẹ về tôi sẽ mách cho!
Ô, mách thì mách chứ...
Ai bảo ông làm môi tôi bị bỏng!
Rồi đến chú bướm xanh rập rình đậu lại bên rèm, hai cái râu cong cong ngoắc ngoắc rủ mình ra sân sau...
Không được. Ngoài ấy có hồ. Chơi chơi rồi ngã xuống hồ thì sao?
Ông mặt trời bỏ đi rồi, lấy nắng đâu phơi tóc ướt?
Chú bướm dỗi bay thẳng một mạch sang vườn con nhỏ hàng xóm. Có lẽ chả bao giờ thèm quay trở lại.
Ừ thì cứ dỗi...
Tôi thừa hiểu chú chỉ mượn cớ dỗi để lang thang thôi...
(vườn con nhỏ hàng xóm có nguyên cả một rừng hoa sắc thắm, ngắm bắt lóa cả mắt!)
Cuối cùng, nhà chỉ còn lại puppy nâu ẩm ương và mình - chẳng còn ai ghé thăm.
Puppy đòi ăn ice cream.
Mình bắt chiếc ghế xoay để leo lên mở ngăn tủ freezer.
Rõ khỉ. Chiếc ghế đúng là chiếc ghế xoay - xoay cho một vòng.
Kem greentea đổ lênh láng trên sàn bếp.
Mình ngã u đầu.
Puppy bị ghế đè lên chân trái - vừa lết vừa la ẳng ẳng.
Rồi tiếng chuông cửa bất chợt ring-ring...ring-ring...
Úi, mẹ về rồi đó...
Làm sao đây???
We do need a secret place to hide away from a scary storm, phải không, my love?:z58:
NaDia
buổi sáng nồng hương hạ chín
vạt hồng lay theo ngón tay thơm
gió từ đâu đến thế
triền núi xa hay biển phương đông?
nơi ấy - ngày bây giờ có dài ơi dài in July?
(dài như con sông uốn khúc quanh vũng nhớ nơi này)
nơi ấy - đêm bây giờ có vô cùng ngắn ngủi?
(chỉ đủ để những giọt mồ hôi tình nhân toát ra không kịp bốc hơi)
ngụm cà phê sớm ngọt hay đắng?
nắng vẫy vùng hay hiền ngoan trên riềm cỏ đón gót chân êm?
gió ạ, bỗng dưng tôi thèm ngây ngất
một vốc đầy long lanh những hạt sương sao
chừng như chúng đã liều lĩnh thả mình rơi xuống
từ vòm đêm hôm qua trĩu cơn ngái ngủ
ah, không biết khi đêm nơi ấy ngủ
đêm có ngáy ầm ì như tiếng hò kéo gỗ rừng aspen
bỏ quên vầng trăng khuya u uẩn
just wonder...*
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RxClQ_pInzc
...and maybe...there are seasons...
...and maybe...they change...
...and maybe...to love is not so strange...
https://i.imgur.com/H1A61i3.png
- Are you mad?
- Nope.
- Are you sad?
- Nuh-uh.
- Then what is it?
- You took my sweet away.
- What sweet?
- I used to hold you in my arms when you were born. Now you're getting so big and I can't do that anymore.
- Well, we still can hug.
- They're totally different things.
- What differrent?
- Hold is stay. Hug is go. You can hug anybody then go but not-not-not when you're holding a baby.
- Why not?
- Baby's gonna waah-waah-waah.
- Let it waah then.
- Can't. My heart waah with it too.
- Ah, should we waah now?
- Ah, why not?
And hola-halo, both of these two busy jumping beans* try so hard to waah-waah loudly but proudly by the steps of the back door, breaking the lazy quietness of J-morning...
From an opened window of the kitchen, cookingbreakfastMom & settingtableDad hah-hah laugh and start talking about "submitting" them to that kids' acting class in their community. Who knows, they might be the next famous version of - uhm,Tazan&babyJane?**
The Invitation*
It doesn't interest me what you do for a living
I want to know what you ache for
And if you dare to dream
Of meeting your heart's longing
It doesn't interest me how old you are
I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool
For love
For your dream
For the adventure of being alive
It doesn't interest me what planets are squaring your moon
I want to know if you have touched the centre of your own sorrow
If you have been opened by life's betrayals
Or have become shrivelled and closed
From fear of further pain
I want to know if you can sit with pain
Mine or your own
Without moving to hide it
Or fade it
Or fix it
I want to know if you can be with joy
Mine or your own
If you can dance with wildness
And let the ecstasy fill you
To the tips of your fingers and toes
Without cautioning us
To be careful
To be realistic
To remember the limitations
Of being human
It doesn't interest me if the story you are telling me
Is true
I want to know if you can disappoint another
To be true to yourself
If you can bear the accusation of betrayal
And not betray your own soul
If you can be faithless
And therefore trustworthy
I want to know if you can see Beauty
Even when it is not pretty
Every day
And if you can source your own life
From its presence
I want to know if you can live with failure
Yours and mine
And still stand at the edge of the lake
And shout to the silver of the full moon
"Yes"
It doesn't interest me to know where you live
Or how much money you have
I want to know if you can get up
After the night of grief and despair
Weary and bruised to the bone
And do what needs to be done
To feed the children
It doesn't interest me who you know
Or how you came to be here
I want to know if you will stand in the centre of the fire
With me
And not shrink back
It doesn't interest me where or what
Or with whom you have studied
I want to know what sustains you
From the inside
When all else falls away
I want to know if you can be alone
With yourself
And if you truly like the company you keep
In the empty moments
Oriah Mountain Dreamer
*
"The Invitation" is a prose poem of Oriah Mountain Dreamer. Many years after the poem was written and had become famous, the author wrote a book based on the poem - The Invitation (1999).
Oriah is a spiritual counselor and story teller, among other things. This poem offers an invitation to every single one of us to "show up" in the universe. She reminds us that we do not serve the universe by being small. Rather, we serve the universe by making the most out of our lives.