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To see the world in a grain of sand, and to see heaven in a wild flower, hold infinity in the palm of your hands, and eternity in an hour.

quote by William Blake
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To see a world in a Grain of Sand,
And a Heaven in a Wild Flower,
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand,
And eternity in an hour.

quote by William Blake
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To See

To see a world in a grain of sand,
And a heaven in a wild flower,
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand
And eternity in an hour.

poem by William Blake
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To see a world in a Grain of Sand, And a Heaven in a Wild Flower, Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand, And eternity in an hour.

quote by William Blake
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To see a world in a grain of sand and heaven in a wild flower Hold infinity in the palms of your hand and eternity in an hour.

quote by William Blake
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To see a world in a grain of sand and a heaven in a wildflower, hold infinity in the palm of your hand and eternity in an hour.

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That Part Of A Whole

it is a tiny part
as tiny as a grain of sand
you hardly give it
attention
you keep on saying
what is in this grain of sand
that philosophers
say contain this universe
something so tiny
yet to contain everything
and so you hold the grain of sand
against the light
and revolve it around your fingers
little finger planets
to the sun grain of sand
you cannot believe what you
felt and saw
and so you throw away that grain
of sand to the air
eating it like a big mouthed monsters

you are lost
your world dissolves
like ice
you turn to air
and there you are
gone.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Wild Flower

If you pick up a wild flower
and hold it in your hand
the whole world is in your grasp
and as fleeting as a grain of sand.
For there's not one thing that has permanence.
Everything withers away.
For everything that you hold dear
can be gone within a day.

The wild flower that grows on its own
understands what its purpose is,
to bring beauty while it is living
and nothing more than this.
So if you pick one from a field
the lesson it can teach
is you are here to bring beauty
to all of those you reach.

poem by Edwina Reizer
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Grain Of Sand

I feel like Im walking on a mine
Im gonna leave it all behind
I feel like Im gaining my soul
While Im losing my mind
And I feel like I understand
And I feel like a grain of sand
Im gonna walk through that door
Im gonna see what its there for
cause all I ever want is your skin or your soul baby
But you couldnt give me either one of those
And I feel like I understand
And I feel like a grain of sand
And I feel like a grain of sand
You use to hold me like a flower
We used to talk for seven hours
I see the bigger picture now
And I feel like I understand
And I feel like a grain of sand
And I feel like a grain of sand

song performed by by Vonda Shepard
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0332 How were they to know?

Yes, how were they to know,
searching in the heat of forenoon dunes,
those high hills of sand
where once the forests grew,
now a rhythm of burnt sunned, cool shadowed, mock horizons,
- they, searching for the camel which had strayed -

and finding there, a man sitting still, cross-legged
in the sand upon a small strip
of faded coloured carpet,
palm of hand crossed in palm of hand,
and in the palm of his upraised right hand,
one grain of sand

and who, as they approached,
did not shift his gaze from that one grain;
and yet they sensed that he sensed them;
better let him be, he knows what he’s about,
or if he’s mad, at least he’s quietly purposeful…

how were they to know
that as he gazed, the universe he saw
in that one grain of sand then
grew inside of him? till it filled itself,
like a sand-clock, as the last grain
falls from the upper to
the lower, and all is still again
as measured time stops still
amid the sands of time?

how were they to know
as that small figure against the desert sand
his cloak still burning to the touch,
returned to the oasis, as the red-hot sun
sank below the dramatic shadow of the furthest dune,

and later, sitting by the green palms and papyrus reeds,
the camels head down, humped around the welcome pool,
one child, then many children,
then grown men, asked him their questions;
and the answers, as the night folded in
below more stars than anyone could count,
drew the circle of cross-legged silent listeners
- occasionally, urgent voiced with a lifetime’s pressing question -
as if some grain of sand became in their mind too
totality; the universe.

poem by Michael Shepherd
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Wild Forest Flower

Rough around the edges but a tender center
This is my wild forest flower
Short and slender with long flowing blonde hair
This is my wild forest flower
A loving heart that goes beyond what I can see
This is my wild forest flower

I want to hold my flower in my hands
Wondering why she holds back and refuses to stand
I water it every now and then to watch it grow
But it takes too long because it’s a little slow
So I wait patiently for the flower to begin to rise
Even though I can still hear the weeping willows cries

Firm and hard headed but with a loving touch
This is my wild forest flower
Always hiding and always scared like a little child
This is my wild forest flower
The only one im willing to be with anymore
This is my wild forest flower

A darkened hush rises in the sky above my flower
The roots slowly exposing themselves out of fear
A forest fire begins in the distance soon to consume it
The fire rages ready to consume the small thing in power
This little bitty flower that I love and hold so dear
but I laugh because I know how this fire got lit

poem by Branden Aeling
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A Buddha, Or...

a buddha...
or just another homeless man,
standing on the corner
of the street going nowhere.
what do we hold in our hands
that will remain?
even daylight is swallowed by night,
and night disappears into the dawn.
and love in the end
is merely a moment given,
a grain of sand
on a deserted beach.
the trees shed their leaves
for the winter cleansing,
and so we lay our bodies
down into the earth's embrace!
o to be ocean,
filling the great chasms of history.
o to be mountain,
and bridge the earth to the sky.
o to be wind,
to come and go without restraint.
o to be fire,
to consume, and yet to give warmth!

and o to know,
that we are each and all,
that we are none and nothing.
both the falling star,
and the blackened sky...
and yes a grain of sand
beneath the traveller's feet,
the home that cannot be taken,
but is freely given!
and hands that have no need to hold!

poem by Eric Cockrell
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Near Wild Heaven

Whenever we hold each other
We hold each other
Theres a feeling thats gone
Something has gone wrong
And I dont know how much longer I can take it
House made of heart break it
Take my head in your hands and shake it
In this near wild heaven
Not near enough.
Living inside
Living inside
Near wild heaven
Whatever it takes Im giving
Its just a gift Im given
Try to live inside
Trying to move inside
And I always thought that it would make me smarter
But its only made me harder
My heart thrown open wide
In this near wild heaven
Not near enough.
Living inside
Living inside
Near wild heaven
Im holding my hands together
Im holding my feet together
Im holding myself together
In this near wild heaven
Not near enough

song performed by by REM
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Near Wild Heaven

Whenever we hold each other
We hold each other
There's a feeling that's gone
Something has gone wrong
And I don't know how much longer I can take it
House made of heart break it
Take my head in your hands and shake it
in this near wild heaven
Not near enough.

Living inside
Living inside
Near wild heaven

Whatever it takes I'm giving
It's just a gift I'm given
Try to live inside
Trying to move inside
And I always thought that it would make me smarter
But it's only made me harder
My heart thrown open wide
In this near wild heaven
Not near enough.

Living inside
Living inside
Near wild heaven

I'm holding my hands together
I'm holding my feet together
I'm holding myself together
In this near wild heaven
Not near enough
Endgame

song performed by by R.E.M. from Out of Time
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Grain

a grain of sand all heaven may hold,
and the stars spin round a flower;
alchemists exchange precious gold;
philosophers seek the stone of power;
seven wonders may the world awe,
and mysteries be knowledge of few;
the spectacle eyes on calvary saw
be secret of life's creation new;
on seven pillars may wisdom be founded,
and antique oracles fortune foretell,
but in you my trumpet's sounded;
that love i'll never trade nor sell.
simple love may hold all things;
in your love my simple heart sings!

poem by Doug Bentley
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In The Palm Of Your Hand

In the palm of your hand
you hold my heart.
Cradle it gently, my love
so it will never fall apart.

In the palm of your hand
you hold my love.
Carress it tenderly forever
and always place it above
everything that you touch.

Hold my hand
in the palm of your hand
so that I may always feel
that the sifting grains of sand
in the hourglass of time
will never be able to steal
these precious moments away.
Let them be able to stay
always in the palm of your hand.

poem by Edwina Reizer
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After The Slow Slipping Of Self

grab your emptiness
like a handful of sand
in your hand

and let it spill there
grain after grain
after grain

until all is gone
away
slipping from
your fingers

then feel that
your hands
are still yours

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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At Each Closing Day

At the closing of each closing day

When all songs sung

The singer stands alone

When words make silence speak

After words

When each moment outlives the last

When all futures are futures past

I count the hour and the day

The colour of your hair

And when first we loved

Your eyes a world within a world

Your heart a heart within a heart

With each closing day

I count the hour we first loved

Knowing only time in timelessness is found

When every grain of sand within a hour glass,

Has fallen to the ground

The seed that's sewn will blossom in it's hour

And after time, after time

Will grow into a heavenly flower

yvette m smith 7.10.08

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poem by Yvette Smith
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If I Could Fall In Love

When I was young
I fell in love
She was a goddess
With a world inside of her mind
When she moved on
Something went wrong
She took my power
And the love I had inside
Now that I found you
I don't know how to

If I could fall
In love again
I'd fall in love with you

If I could change
A grain of sand
Into a pearl I would

I pray in time
I'll come to find
Away to break through
And save this heart of mine
You've waited long
If you can't hold on
I wouldn't blame you
I don't think I'd be that strong
What am I to do
If I can't have you

If I could fall
In love again
I'd fall in love with you

If I could change
A grain of sand
Into a pearl I would

You love me so
Even though I don't know
How do you deal
With a man like me

If I could fall
In love again
I'd fall in love with you

If I could change
A grain of sand
Into a pearl I would
I would

song performed by by Lenny Kravitz from Lenny
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A Grain Of Sand

If I hold a grain of sand
so tiny in my hand
it makes me sensitive and I understand
that is just like me.

For I am miniature on this earth
and yet I know my worth
and value how my granted birth
wants me to be free.

So I may wander with the flow
and like the sand just go
where the earthly tides do blow
so that I may see

that life is ever changing.
For it's rearranging
and always is exchanging
the scenes that come to me.

It creates new challenges I must face,
never allowing any space
to separate my warm embrace
from the grain of sand I see.

poem by Edwina Reizer
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Infinity Hour

In goes the knife
Pull out his life
Consider his life erased
Running wild in the night
searching for a new day
doesn't matter what you say
i'll do it anyway
Time keeps ticking
My life is flipping
Can i press rewind?

In infinity hour
Life is getting faster
Time is moving slower
No time to go back
Everythings over with
Time is standing still
Its all against my will
Infinity hour

Every laws against
What we thirst to drink
Washing knives off in the sink
Killing time is a hard job
I'm tired of these rules to obey
Doesn't matter what you say
i'll do it anyway
Time keeps going faster
Tired of killings bastards
My head is spinning
Can i press rewind

In infinity hour
Life is getting faster
Time is moving slower
No time to go back
Everythings over with
Time is standing still
Its all against my will
Infinity hour

no time, no time, no time
tick tock tick tock tick tock
in goes my knife, out goes time's life
time never dies

In infinity hour
Life is getting faster
Time is moving slower
No time to go back
Everythings over with
Time is standing still
Its all against my will
Infinity hour

poem by Brandon Bizon
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