You must scale the mountain if you want to view the plain.
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If you don't scale the mountain, you can't view the plain.
You must scale the mountains if you would view the plain.
Everyday Way
I delight in the everyday Way,
Among the mist and fog, the plain;
Every rock and cave is joined,
Feeling is believing, loathing me.
The plain speech of the Way
Excites me as I meander through the forest
Of the mountains in the angelic spirit,
Finding rocks and boulders rising.
Everyone who glimpses the mountain
Sees a man outside and indoors,
It climbed you as well in the forest,
You cannot fathom these words.
I delight in the ways of the Mountain,
How it climbed you so well and wet;
The water is like a river of beauty
From the excitement housed in the air.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Foggy Mountain Top
Im standing by my window
And Im waiting on the summer rain
And Im standing by my window
And Im waiting on the summer rain
Well, I felt this way before and
Im gonna feel this way again
Ive been listening to this music
Ever since the age of three
Ive been listening to this music
Ever since the age of three
I want you to play me a t for texas
Or play me a t for tennessee
I want a plain glass of water
Vanilla ice cream with a cherry on top, thats what I want
I want a plain glass of water
Uh, huh, vanilla ice cream with a cherry on top, mm, hm, hm, hm,
Take a walk with me, baby
Up the foggy mountain top, watch it!
Im going up on highway one
Said you know I dig it the most
Im going up on highway one
Eh, you know I dig it the most
Im gonna sing this song
All along the water coast
I want a plain glass of water
Ice cream with a cherry on top, thats the way I like it, ah!
I want a plain glass of water,
Vanilla ice cream with a cherry on top
Walk with me, baby
Up the foggy mountain top, whats that?
Oh, come along with me, oh!
On the foggy mountain top
Keep on walking, keep on walking, baby
On the foggy mountain top
Keep walking with me baby
Up the foggy mountain top
song performed by by Van Morrison
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Walking In The Love Of God
To plummet the depths of a bottomless sea
That's filled with truth and love
To scale a mountain that has no top
Is to revel in the Father's love
To fly in a sky that has no end
And to fly with wings of a dove
Is to soar in updrafts of His majesty
To be carried on the winds of love
To live with the Love of God in me
To look through my Father's eyes
To have ears that hear what the Spirit says
Is to break all fetters and ties
To walk in such glorious freedom
Is to walk in the light from above
Neither chained nor shackled by earth's dim view
But free to walk in His love
poem by Frank McEleny
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I think writers need windows on a view to remind them that a whole world is out there, not the minutiae with which they might be dealing on a close scale.
quote by Anne McCaffrey
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Crossing the Grand Sierras
All aboard! all aboard!
The hissing breath of the iron steed
Proclaims his wish to be quickly freed;
And soon as the stroke from the bell we hear,
He springs at the touch of his engineer,
And a way we glide
O'er prairies wide,
Through verdant vales,
And mountain dales,
To the last great chain,
Which has striv'n in vain
With the Lightning! the Lightning!
the Lightning Palace Train.
Forgetting far Atlantic,
And midway scenes romantic,
We scale the peaks gigantic,
Which guard the Land of Gold:
Here silver rills are leaping,
Here lovely lakes are sleeping,
And snowclad granites keeping
Their "watch of years" untold.
We sing a wond'rous story,
No nation sang before!
A Continental Chorus,
That echoes either shore:
We sang it on the summit!
We sing it on the plain!
We've climbed the Grand Sierras
With the Lightning Palace Train,
With the Lighning! the Lighning!
the Lightning Palace Train.
All aboard! all aboard!
No toil can tire our important steed,
So once again will we test his speed!
How quick is the wish of our hearts obey'd!
He starts at the turn of the downward grade,
And again we glide
By torent side,
O'er trestl'd deeps,
Through tunel'd steeps,
While the victries wane
Which they sought to gain
With the Lightning! the Lightning!
the Lightning Palace Train.
'Neath timber'd roofs unending,
From winters snows defending,
Through canyons wild descending
To the City of the Plain:
We leave the scenes terrific,
We pass the fields prolific,
And view the broad Pacific--
The Golden gated main.
poem by Henry Clay Work
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Those That Merely Wait And Unmoved
walking, just walking, sometimes just this
no thoughts, no decisions, just plain walking
you see the light of the day
striking on the trees and plains and the daffodils
you are not part of it, you are just walking it
you are met by the wind from the mountain
you are not talking you are not interested about
what this wind these trees these daffodils are bringing you
you do not show any interest at all about some leaves falling
the light spreads and sprawls on the grass and sand and pebbles
you are not dazzled you are not completely covered by light
you are just walking, stepping into God's own creation
spectator, just plain walking in, not involved, not commenting
just plain watching, those that crawl and sprawl, those that stay and leave
those that simply lay themselves as plain receptors, grass and sang
mountains and trees, and daffodils, those that merely wait and unmoved.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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There is another common misapprehension that the magnitude scale is itself some kind of instrument or apparatus. Visitors will frequently ask to 'see the scale.'
quote by Charles Francis Richter
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Hope
At summer eve, when heaven's aerial bow
Spans with bright arch the glittering hills below,
Why to yon mountain turns the musing eye,
Whose sunbright summit mingles with the sky?
Why do those cliffs of shadowy tint appear
More sweet than all the landscape smiling near? -
'Tis distance lends enchantment to the view,
And robes the mountain in its azure hue.
poem by Thomas Campbell
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You must climb the mountain if you would see the plain.
This would be a distortion of their meaning, since the pictures are intimate and intense, and are the opposite of what is decorative; and have been painted in a scale of normal living rather than an institutional scale.
quote by Mark Rothko
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Scale
Her own personal scale
Balancing out
Her imperfections
And humanity
With everything his world holds.
Not ignoring who she is
Or taking what he wants
Leaving the broken, battered gem
The way it is.
He is a balance
Between too much
And too little.
He is honest when he should be
He is honest all the time
He listens to her
And shares his life so.
He laughs and jokes
Yet is serious and calm
He is all she wants
Needs to be.
He takes the gem
From the poked and prodded life
And cares for it
Admires the beauty.
The gem
A pure crystal
He can see right through
Placed in his life.
The cracked hollow parts
Deep within
Are balanced
With the pieces of him
His honesty
Understanding
Healing the diamond so.
But he is her diamond too
What she sees in him
She sees in her.
Not so much
The balance way
But more of
How they view the world.
How she hopes
She's his balance too.
So they balance away
Him the scale
And she the gem (in his eyes) .
poem by Thamer Mager
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Think on a 50-year scale, which is a much more natural time-scale for global warming. The US is right now spending about 200 million dollars annually on research into renewable energy.
quote by Bjorn Lomborg
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A broken heart?
most of the times
like those heavy rainy days
you accept
life with a heavy heart
such a situation as
having to feel the wetness of the weather
when you have no other
place to stay
except a park that does not offer you
any good view of the sea
or the mountain
as if
yes, there is no choice but to either
sit or run
and it does not really matter
what to do
when the rain keeps on pouring on you
and you simply
let the water rush and fall on your hair
down to your neck
and then to your chest
just to relieve the pain of a
broken heart
there is no surprise
no one experiences none of it
common stories that do not bother us anymore
because they are too plain
all ruggedness accepted
with resignation
like
it is fair and we did nothing about it
there is no saving
plan
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I soon realised that what had happened on a small scale cannot necessarily be repeated on a larger scale. The stones were so big that the amount of heat required was prohibitively expensive and wasteful.
quote by Andy Goldsworthy
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I suppose subconsciously I was thinking in terms of having the scale of it matching the scale of the images. Hence the sort of string quartet, jazz band and electronic stuff.
quote by Jonny Greenwood
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The sheep on the mountain is higher than the bull on the plain.
Our Lives Beat With One Heart
No matter how far away
you are from me,
always remember
our love was meant to be.
We can scale any mountain
knowing it is there.
Swim any ocean
knowing when we come ashore
you will always be there.
There are no trials and tribulations
that can keep us apart
as our lives beat
with one heart.
29 April 2008
poem by David Harris
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Plain Jane
Ah, tell 'em about it Darlin'.
Here we go.
She's a waitress at her corner,
Always dancin' nine-to-five.
Well, she ain't no supermodel,
But I'm here to tell you, she's fine, (Ha, ha.)
She's so fine, Johnny.
She's like the classic girl next door,
There's somethin' 'bout her walk:
There's somethin' that goes off inside,
Each time she starts to talk.
Plain Jane,
Oh, I love her name.
She drives me insane.
She's my plain Jane.
She always gets my business,
I can't wait to ring her bell.
(Ah, I bet you can't Donnie.)
She puts a quarter in the jukebox:
Says she don't kiss an' tell.
Is that right, brother.
The way she wears that dress, (Yeah.)
It's time that I confess:
The music starts an' my heart stops,
An' I become a mess.
Plain Jane,
Oh, I love her name.
She drives me insane.
She's my plain Jane.
Nothin' fancy: she's just got everything.
She's so addicting; she's so amazing:
Can't think of anything.
Do, do, do do.
(Whoa, talk to me, plain Jane.)
Do, do, do do, do, do.
Whoa, yeah,
C'mon.
Plain Jane,
Oh, I love her name.
She drives me insane.
She's my plain Jane. (Jane, Jane.)
Plain Jane,
Oh, I love her name.
She drives me insane.
She said just call me plain Jane.
(That's right, buddy."
Plain Jane,
She's my plain Jane.
She's my plain Jane.
She's my plain, (Jane)
Whoo, she's my plain Jane.
(No, she's mine.)
song performed by by Van Zant
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