Every Day Under the Sun
We laughed. We danced. We lay
in the bright green grass glowing with Life.
The Sun watched us.
It smiled at us, warming our souls and bringing
us closer together. We lived peacefully,
you and I.
We bathed in the stream and played in the trees.
Life was simple,
as we were alone, with no evils to haunt us,
and though there was no Hatred,
there was Love.
And though there was no Sorrow,
there was Happiness.
Though there was no Darkness,
there was Light.
We had no Religion, Society.
All we had was the endless sky above us
and each other,
and we were happy,
as we spent every day under the Sun.
poem by Zoe Guillory
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Chorus of the Dead
And all returns to Thee, alone eternal,
And all Thee returning.
Oh Death, in Thy vast shadow,
Simple and bare we languish,
Not happy, but from the anguish
Of life at last set free. The night profoundly
Falls on the shaken spirit,
And dark in dark confuses;
The withered soul sourage and hope refuses;
Spent and uncaring,
Free now from sorrow and from fear for ever,
We lie here undespairing
Through void eternity.
We lived... And as a phantom from a dream of terror
Wanders into the day,
And draws across the speechless souls of children
A memory and a fear,
We, as we linger here,
Are haunted still by life: but fears of children
Haunt us not now. What were we?
What was that bitter point in time
That bore the name of life?
Mysterious, stupendous,
Lost in our thought that hidden country lies:
As in our day of life there lay
The secret land of death. And as from dying
Our living souls drew back, so now they draw
Back from the flame of life,
Simple and bare to languish,
Not happy, but not in anguish;
For happiness we know
Fate upon life or death will not bestow.
poem by Count Giacomo Leopardi
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As If...
I touch your hand and
...am made happy.
As if my sorrow
has had a makeover.
As if my sorrow
won the lotto.
As if my sorrow
had a sexchange
and become the happiness
it always knew it was.
As if my sorrow
found religion
and converted itself
into happiness.
The joy of you
flows through me
and I light up like a light bulb.
As if...
As if...
poem by Dee Wright
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Anniversary (November 24)
The treasure of trees
golden mounds
on the green ground.
Urged by the morning sun
yellow leaves
coruscate in chilled air
radiant
with the afterglow of a summer
well lived.
But thirty-two years ago
the light died
when dark death’s hand
seized your struggling heart.
We buried you,
bright treasure,
under still
green grass.
The mud from your grave
clung to our shoes
as we wept our grief
in bright puffs of white breath
ascending like incense
into the good sky.
And thirty-two years later
I still choke on bitter sorrow.
Tears
still sting my eyes.
But looking through the bright window,
I see in November’s gold,
a faint reflection
of the enduring glory
that lights your
endless day.
poem by Steven Federle
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At Least, Everybody's Happy
I want you to be happy
Because if you happy
I will be happy too
I want you to feel happy
Because if you happy
I will feel peaceful
I want your happiness
Because if you happy
I won't need anything else
I want to see you happy
Because if you happy
I will not be forced to see you grieving
I want you to know happiness
Because if you happy
I will not disturb only by your sorrow
I want to hear that you're happy
Because if you happy
I should not listen to your unhappy story
I want you to find happiness
Because if you happy
I will not be chased by constant nightmare
I want you have a touch of happiness
Because if you happy
I could rip your ugly sad face with smile
I want to give you happiness
Because if you happy
I could take you from the darkness
I want you to taste happiness
Because if you happy
I must not swallow the bitterness
I want you realize that you have a right to be happy
Because if you happy
I won't be drowned in regret because ignorance
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Herbert Marshall
All your sorrow, Louise, and hatred of me
Sprang from your delusion that it was wantonness
Of spirit and contempt of your soul's rights
Which made me turn to Annabelle and forsake you.
You really grew to hate me for love of me,
Because I was your soul's happiness,
Formed and tempered
To solve your life for you, and would not.
But you were my misery. If you had been
My happiness would I not have clung to you?
This is life's sorrow:
That one can be happy only where two are;
And that our hearts are drawn to stars
Which want us not.
poem by Edgar Lee Masters
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Drinking In Sunshine
The day is glowing,
the leaves in the trees
glow with an inner light,
the grass bright, the sky
an intense blue canopy
framing the scene
I partake of the glorious day
slumbering in the sun, glowing
in its might, dreaming a little bit
while my legs are growing red
and the shade keeps running
away, I keep moving my chair
Drinking in sunshine and life
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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Bring Happiness
Spen less time in worrying about tomorrow
For life is a journey of joy and sorrow
So bring happiness along life's way
And learn this rule for yourself each day
And try to find its road through life
And learn more rules of joy to survive
For happiness is like a flowing stream
That emitts joy's light like a beam
And give happiness to all who deserve
And know to bring other's happiness love.
poem by Seema Chowdhury
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Shades Of Love (In The Light)
Light is love
Come after the flames
Illuminate bliss in every eyes
Once it comes, lift life high
Darkness cant even deny
Because love is the light
And truth don't lie
Colors of seven
Spectrum in one
One is only a love
And love is the light
From the highest dark sky pointed by the brightest stars
Rolling on the driest land into the deepest oceans
And light illuminates love on any edges it found
Blessed life we may see but a blessing shine we cant count
Let miracle of love bright
As it delivered by the light
So colors of seven freely fly
So blue when it touches the sky
Kisses on the roses, turn petals red
Yellow shining gold, when it warming the sun
Walking shine in the desert, growing green in every step
Spectrum blended into shines for light shading life
Colors in each of you, color in me
Let our spectrum be one
Only one
One is our love
and love is the light
May forever it brighten our hearts
poem by Unwritten Soul
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Light
Brings hopes in the life, light
Travels with a greater might, light
Gives vision to many eyes, light
A colorful horizon on eastside, light
Seems coming form the heights, light
Over comes evils of the night, light
To the darkness it always strikes, light
Faster than any flight, light
For many beings it is a diet, light
Thunder seems snatching sight, light
Rainbow is at wide, light
Spreads everywhere at sunrise, light
Over sky all white, light
Gives impact always bright, light
Shows path, put on right, light
If one thinks it is a life, light
poem by Zaibar Zee
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Sad Holidays
The holidays are getting near
Bringing most people great cheer
These days bring back pain from the dead
The holidays I always have to dread
Thinking back through the many years
Trying to be happy, holding back the tears
Getting through life one day at a time
Out of the darkness I must climb
I can't live in the pain from the past
Please let it be over, don't let it last
I love the warmth from the summer sun
So let this time of year be done
I like the green grass and flowers in bloom
They make me happiest, instead of this gloom
So hurry up summer and come back around
And I won't be sad, happiness I'd have found
I have a good life and what's wrong with me
When the holidays come, I can't feel free!
poem by Donna Nimmo
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Sun-Woman
Let the sun show
over the hills, I love it so
Life is the sun,
the sun is life
let life rise, brightly, slowly, funly
let life never set.
But it does.
light turns to night, the
darkness comes
my eyes close slowly
sun, please don’t go.
please don’t go.
but wait-in the light of the setting sun
I see some hope
a slender shape
walks over the hills in the distance
the sun halls to a stop, seems
to look at the figure
seems to stare, decide if it’s worthy
then the sun starts flying,
back up into the sky.
the figure keeps walking, closer,
closer.
the sun keeps moving, as fast as light itself,
into the middle of the sky above me.
the shape is hope, hope itself
she is light, and for me, the only
way to avoid darkness.
She is not far now, I see her face.
she says, “Are you all right? ”
“Don’t worry, ” I tell her, “the sun is not
my enemy anymore. He is my ally.”
She smiles at my healing face, and then I say,
“You were my hope, you are my hope. You
are my only hope of avoiding the darkness.”
“And you are the same to me, my love, ”
She says.
I jump up and I take her hands,
and I sing, “My love, my hope,
when you go the darkness comes,
but as long as you come back
light will shed on my weary face.
I owe my life to you, Sun-Woman.
I owe my life to you, my love.
I owe my life to you.
I owe my life to you.”
poem by Llew N. Rmail
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Song of Wink Star
The Song of Wink Star
a happy story for children of all ages
story and text © Raj Arumugam, June 2008
☼ ☼
☼ Preamble
Come…children all, children of all ages…sit close and listen…
Come and listen to this happy story of the stars and of life…
Come children of the universe, children of all nations and of all races, and of all climates and of all kinds of space and dimensions and universes…
Come, dearest children of all beings of the living universe, come and listen to The Song of Wink Star…
Come and listen to this story, this happy story…listen, as the story itself sings to you…
Sit close then, and listen to the story that was not made by any, or written by a poet, or fashioned by grandfathers and grandmothers warming themselves at the fire of burning stars…
O dearest children all, come and listen to the story that lives
of itself, and that glows bright and happy….
Come…children all, children of all ages, come and listen to this happy story, the story so natural and smooth as life, as it sings itself to you….
☼ The Song of Wink Star
a happy story for children of all ages
☼ 1
Night Child, always so light and gentle, slept on a flower.
And every night, before he went to sleep, he would look up at the sky.
He would look at the eastern corner, five o’clock.
And there he would see all the stars in near and distant galaxies that were only visible to the People of Star Eyes.
Night Child was one of the People of Star Eyes. And so he could see the stars. And of all the stars he could see, he loved to watch Wink Star.
Wink Star twinkled and winked and laughed.
Every night Wink Star did that. Winked and laughed.
Wink Star laughed like the light that glimmers between the leaves of trees that grew so tall they hid the sky.
And Night Child would be glad to see Wink Star.
And Night Child would say to himself: Wink Star winks and twinkles for me.
And being happy, Night Child would sing a song his mother had taught him:
Wink Star
Always bright;
Twinkle Star
Light my nights;
Wink Star
A child
Just like me;
Love Star
Deep in my eyes;
Shining Joy
Always glow in my heart
Wink Star
Always bright;
Twinkle Star
Light my nights
And singing, gently and slowly, Night Child would go to sleep… always thinking of Wink Star…
☼ 2
One Spring evening, Night Child lay on a white flower.
It was a cool evening and he lay with his hands folded on his chest.
Night Child was happy. Night Child was always happy.
But he was especially happy when he could see Wink Star.
But suddenly there was a very bright light. It was coming from Wink Star.
That was strange. Wink Star was bright but always steady.
Why was Wink Star much brighter tonight?
And suddenly, Wink Star moved!
Night Child sat up immediately.
Night Child was worried.
He had never seen Wink Star move.
No one had ever seen Wink Star move. It was always in the same spot.
Always soothing, and gently bright.
Night Child was worried and watched Wink Star as it streaked across the sky.
The silver star turned red and purple, and then silver, and then it disappeared!
It fell somewhere in the South.
☼ 3
And Night Child flew up from the flower.
He flew into the sky.
He will go South. He must find out where Wink Star went.
Oh dear, what has happened to Wink Star?
Night Child did a somersault and that took him into Mitra Space.
Night Child took another somersault and that took him into Sangeet Space.
And from here, Night Child could only walk.
Space here did not allow somersaults.
He must make it to the South.
He must find Wink Star.
Space was heavy. Space was thick.
Night Child could walk – but it felt like there were huge weights tied to his feet.
But that was not going to stop him.
He will walk South. He will find Wink Star.
☼ 4
And for a thousand years Night Child crossed the lonely depths of empty space.
And within Night Child’s heart there was a hoarse whisper.
The voice said: You won’t find Wink Star.
And Night Child was sad.
And the voice said again:
You won’t find Wink Star. And you will never be happy, never again.
And all the children of the People of Star Eyes will never again see
Wink Star - and no child will be happy, ever again.
But a gentle voice within Night Child said:
Keep Going. Keep Going. Remember Wink Star. You are going to see Wink Star. You will find Wink Star.
But the hoarse whisper did not leave Night Child.
It kept close behind Night Child. And the voice kept whispering: You won’t find Wink Star.
But the gentle voice within Night Child said: Keep Going. Keep Going.
Remember Wink Star. You are going to see Wink Star… You will find Wink Star.
And this made Night Child smile and the harsh voice left him – and Night Child continued walking, happily and confident he will find Wink Star.
And so for a thousand years, Night Child trudged across Dense Space and then Heavy Space.
He smiled and kept walking.
And soon he was in Light Way.
☼ 5
Walking in Light Way was like walking on air.
On bouncy air.
Springy air.
For it seemed that every step Night Child took, the air simply bounced him up and away.
A hundred steps forward!
And Night Child laughed: Heeee…hee…yippee!
And the air in Light Way seemed to laugh too…and the air seemed to pick Night Child up with very
gentle hands and to lightly throw him forward…Like a kind father
might throw a child up in the air, careful to make sure it was not high, not too far – and always near enough to catch when the child falls…And so the air in Light Way seemed to pick up and throw Night Child forward, ever so gently….And always Night Child would laugh: Heeeee…heee…yippee!
But even then Night Child was careful: he knew he was going South….and he would ensure every step was towards the South, towards – as it seemed to him – where Wink Star had fallen…
☼ 6
Night Child was in Common Space.
There was darkness and a kind Sun.
Hi Child, said the Sun.
Hello Mother Sun, said Night Child.
What are you doing here? said the Sun in Common Space.
I’m looking for Wink Star. I think Wink Star fell in the South. I’m going South, said Night Child.
Stay here, dear Child, said Sun. There is all this vast space and I shine
day and night but there is no planet or moon or anyone to talk to me here. Will you stay with me?
I must go to the South, Mother Sun, said Night Child. I must see Wink Star.
But I will stay with you a thousand years and then I will go.
And the Sun in Common Space laughed. And it was beautiful to see Mother Sun laugh.
She laughed like sparkles.
She laughed like a thousand stars.
She laughed like Night Child’s own mother.
And Mother Sun said:
Night Child. Tell me about your Space. Tell me all about the People of Star Eyes.
And Night Child told Mother Sun all about his people. And Mother Sun listened with amazement. And she laughed with joy when she heard about the good hearts and happiness of the People of Star Eyes.
And Mother Sun would say:
That is good of the People of Star Eyes! That is good of the People of Star Eyes! That is happy! That is happy!
And so Night child stayed with Mother Sun for a thousand years and then he took his leave.
I must go, said Night Child.
Yes, dear Child, said Mother Sun. Thank you for keeping me company
these years.
And Mother Sun laughed and she laughed like diamonds.
And she said: Go peacefully and I hope you will find Wink Star…My heart is so full of your stories and about all the goodness of your people that I will not feel lonely any more…And if you and your people should pass this way, don’t forget to stop and to say hello to me…
And Mother Sun hugged Night Child and kissed him gently on his forehead and she said: Go, my child…May the Starlife Angels always look after you…
☼ 7
And now Night Child was in Flower Space.
And the scent of jasmine and roses and chrysanthemums and the scent of all sorts of fragrant flowers filled the air.
There were Moon Flowers.
Space Flowers.
Universe Flowers.
Child Flowers.
Bird Flowers.
Indeed, every kind of flower in the universe was there – and one simply walked between them, and the flowers would touch one gently with the tips of their petals….
Hey, where are you going? said someone.
Night Child turned round and he saw Flower Child running after him.
Flower Child was no larger than a thumb and she looked like a bud struggling to blossom.
I’m going South, said Night Child.
Flower Child caught up with Night Child and the two children were
now walking side by side.
Why? asked Flower Child. Why are you going South?
And Night Child said, Wink Star fell South. I want to see Wink Star. I want to know what happened to Wink Star.
May I go with you, please? said Flower Child.
Yes. You can come with me, said Night Child.
And Flower Child said: Night Child, sing me a song.
And Night Child sang the song his mother had taught him:
Wink Star
Always bright;
Twinkle Star
Light my nights;
Wink Star
A child
Just like me;
Love Star
Deep in my eyes;
Shining Joy
Always glow in my heart
Wink Star
Always bright;
Twinkle Star
Light my nights
And Flower Child listened and was glad, and then she too started singing the song and the two walked into Water Space, still happily singing the Wink Star song.
☼ 8
It felt light and easy in Water Space.
One did not walk in Water Space. One just flowed.
Water Space was filled with countless water drops. An infinity of water drops.
Each water dropp danced and in each dropp was a smiling face.
Flower Child reached out and held one of the water drops delicately
in her hands and the face in the dropp laughed.
Hee..hee…said the face in the water dropp on Flower Child’s hand.
Heeee…heee… That tickles!
And the face turned round and round on Flower Child’s palm, laughing and dancing happily.
Hee…heee..
And then the dropp floated away.
And all around them were all these water droplets like dew, dancing and laughing and smiling…
And all around them was water music – the music of brooks and springs….
And the water drops laughed. Each laughed like a rainbow.
Night Child laughed happily.
And Flower Child too laughed happily…
And now, floating and sliding like happy birds through Water Space, Flower Child and Night Child entered Dark Space.
☼ 9
Flower Child and Night Child had been walking slowly and carefully through Dark Space, when they suddenly heard a loud booming voice.
Who are you two?
It was a loud voice and frightening too.
Poor Flower Child cried.
Who are you two? came the voice again.
The voice was like thunder. The voice was like raging fire in the forests.
And Flower Child cried even more loudly.
Don’t Cry, Flower Child, said Night Child. It’s only the dark jealous of your bright face, and envious of your happy heart.
And who are you? came the voice again, screaming into Night Child’s ears.
.
I’m Night Child and this is Flower Child – and you’re making Flower Child cry. Stop shouting because you’re frightening my friend and you’re hurting my ears! said Night Child.
You crazy boy! said the loud booming voice. What are you doing here, leading your friend through Dark Space? Are you out of your mind?
Flower Child seemed a little less afraid now, and did not cry anymore. She leaned on Night Child’s shoulder and listened to Night Child talking to the loud booming voice.
Speak Child! said the loud booming voice. Or I will throw you into the frightening pits of darkness!
You won’t frighten me, Sir, said Night Child in a quiet but firm voice. I’m not frightened by loud voices. The People of Star Eyes do not shout at Children. They speak gently and we Children of the People of Star Eyes are not afraid of shouters and screamers.
Oh! screeched the loud voice. Oh! said the booming voice. So where do you think the two of you are going?
Sir, said Flower Child. Sir, my friend saw Wink Star fall in the South. My friend and I go South to see what happened to Wink Star.
That’s useless! screamed the loud voice.
What’s useless, Sir? asked Night Child.
Everything! Everything is useless! So don’t try! Don’t try and go South! Don’t try and go North! Don’t go anywhere! Don’t try anything! Just stay in the dark!
We will find Wink Star, said Flower Child.
But the loud booming voice was not listening. The voice screamed as loudly as it could:
Useless! Useless! It’s all useless!
And Night Child said: Sir, I’ll find Wink Star. Flower Child and I will find Wink Star.
But the voice in the darkness screamed even more loudly:
Everything is useless! So don’t try! Don’t try and go South! Don’t try and go North! Don’t go anywhere! Don’t try anything! Just stay in the dark!
You must excuse us, Sir, said Night Child. We must go.
And so Flower Child and Night Child continued on their journey and they sang together as they walked:
Wink Star
Always bright;
Twinkle Star
Light my nights;
Wink Star
A child
Just like me;
Love Star
Deep in my eyes;
Shining Joy
Always glow in my heart
Wink Star
Always bright;
Twinkle Star
Light my nights
And all the while, behind them they could hear the loud voice booming and screaming: It’s useless! It’s all useless! You silly children! It’s all useless!
☼ 10
And Flower Child and Night Child came into Pearl Space.
There they found the Colorful Mother sitting on a White Lotus.
The Mother was so radiant.
And one moment the Mother looked White. The next moment she looked Green.
Then she looked blue - but mostly she looked white.
And the Colorful Mother looked at the children and she smiled.
And when she smiled, her radiance filled all of space and in the light,
the children could see happy faces and blissful creatures that they had
not seen before.
Who are you, dear children? asked the Colorful Mother sitting on her white lotus.
This is Flower Child and I’m Night Child, said Night Child.
And Flower Child said: Night Child saw Wink Star fall in the South.
Night Star is sad because he misses Wink Star.
And Colorful Mother smiled at the two children.
And the children stepped forward to the Mother and the Mother kissed
them each on their foreheads.
May you find your true self, said Colorful Mother to Flower Child.
May you find Wink Star, said Colorful Mother to Night Child.
And the two children continued on their journey happily.
☼ 11
And then Flower Child and Night Child came into Chrysanthemum Space.
Everywhere one looked there were happy and bright chrysanthemums.
There were green chrysanthemums.
There were red chrysanthemums.
There were golden chrysanthemums.
And there were chrysanthemums of every color and hue and size.
And all the chrysanthemums were happy and smiling and bright.
And a group of flowers danced the joyful Dance of the Chrysanthemums to welcome Night Child and Flower Child.
And Night Child looked at Flower Child.
Something strange was happening to Flower Child.
Flower Child was glowing. Flower Child, who was really very tiny,
seemed to be blossoming.
What’s happening to you? said Night Child.
I don’t know, said Flower Child, giggling.
Flower Child was blossoming. She was no longer a tiny bud.
She was turning golden. And she was beautiful to look at.
And all the chrysanthemums turned to look at Golden Chrysanthemum
and they smiled at her.
Flower Child had blossomed full and she was now a golden Chrysanthemum.
And Golden Chrysanthemum smiled at Night Child.
You are very beautiful, Flower Child, said Night Child. You were
always beautiful, but now that you’ve become Golden Chrysanthemum, you’re even more beautiful.
Thank you, said Golden Chrysanthemum. Thank you. I did not know what I was but Chrysanthemum Space has made me blossom into what I truly am.
Thank you very much, Night Child – for it was because of you that I reached this place which made me blossom and come into fullness.
I am happy for you, said Night Child.
And now, said Golden Chrysanthemum, you must keep going South.
You must find Wink Star. It’s just the next Space, dear Night Child.
And there I am sure you will find Wink Star.
I will go now, said Night Child.
Yes, you must, said Golden Chrysanthemum. But before you go, will you sing for me once again the song that you always sing, the song that your mother taught you?
And Night Child smiled and he sang:
Wink Star
Always bright;
Twinkle Star
Light my nights;
Wink Star
A child
Just like me;
Love Star
Deep in my eyes;
Shining Joy
Always glow in my heart
Wink Star
Always bright;
Twinkle Star
Light my nights
And Golden Chrysanthemum kissed Night Child on his cheeks and she watched happily as Night Child walked into the South.
☼ 12
The lands of the South were filled with rolling hills and trees and rich green grass.
Night Child climbed to the highest hill and from there he could see Wink Star lying on the grass below a huge tree.
And Night Child ran to where Wink Star lay.
Wink Star! shouted Night Child happily, as he reached the huge tree.
And Wink Star called out gently: Dearest Night Child…Dearest Child…I have been waiting for you…
And Wink Star knelt on the grass before Wink Star.
Wink Star lay on the grass with his head on the soft roots of the giant tree.
Night Child, whispered Wink Star again.
And Night Child cried: What’s happening to you, Wink Star? You’re not glowing bright and steady like before. You are red and your light seems to be fading. What’s happening to you?
And Wink star smiled and he said: Do not worry, Night Child. I’m just
changing – I’m changing into Bright Star and I will go to another sky where I will shine in the north and the children of the Earth will look at me and will be glad. I’m just changing and going to another universe.
But…but…but…cried Night Child. The children of the People of Star Eyes need you. I need you – we need Wink Star.
And Wink Star smiled and he said: But, Night Child…my dearest
Night Child – you are Wink star.
I don’t understand, said Night Child.
Wink Star smiled as his color changed to a pure bright blue.
Listen carefully, said Wink Star. As I go into the universe where the Earth is, as I go there to the north to become a bright constant star to bring joy and happiness to the children of the earth – you too will change…You too will change and you will become the Wink Star – and you will go to the universe where your people are – and all the children of the People of Star Eyes will see you, and they will be happy and they will call you Wink Star, and they will love you, and they will be jubilant and all the children will sing the same song you sang when you
saw me glowing in the sky…I will go now, Night Child – and you will go
to the skies in your universe, for you are Wink Star…And one day,
you too will come to the South and another Night Child will come
in search of you, and you will become another radiant star and the
child will be the Wink Star….and so this will be always…for this has been the way since the beginning of Star Time…
And Night Child leaned forward and he kissed Wink Star on his forehead…
And Wink Star became a deep amber and the light spread out all round the huge tree and then Wink Star became a golden light and
the light disappeared…
And a change came over Night Child too…Night Child became a
light of radiant silver…And Night Child ascended the skies and he
became the Wink Star…
And up there in that universe, even today, Wink Star glows and Smiles
at all the universe where he is…
And there all the children of the People of Star Eyes see him and
they are happy, and they wave to Wink Star and they all sleep on little flowers and they, like Night Child used to, they all gaze lovingly at Wink Star, and they sing the song their mothers teach them, the same song that Night Child’s mother taught him:
Wink Star
Always bright;
Twinkle Star
Light my nights;
Wink Star
A child
Just like me;
Love Star
Deep in my eyes;
Shining Joy
Always glow in my heart
Wink Star
Always bright;
Twinkle Star
Light my nights
And you too, gentle ones, you too, lying gently on the flowers in the garden, you too may look up at Wink Star, and you too may happily sing this joyous song of Wink Star….
poem by Raj Arumugam
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Minstrels Song
Words a simple song
A minstrel sings
A way of life in his eyes
Hear the morning call of waking birds
When they are singing, bringing
Love - love.
Everywhere love is all around,
Everywhere love is all around.
Now the winters gone
Cold wind has blown
The endless stream in our lives
Where the minstrel sings
This simple song
Hes always bringing, singing,
Love - love.
Everywhere love is all around,
Everywhere love is all around.
Listen to the one
Who sings of love.
Follow our friend,
Our wandering friend,
Listen to the one,
Who sings of love.
Everywhere love is around,
Around, around.
Here the nations sing
Our minstrels song,
As he walks by in their lives
Soon the spring will come,
And everyone will all be singing, bringing
Love - love
Everywhere love is all around,
Everywhere love is all around.
Listen to the one
Who sings of love.
Follow our friend,
Our wandering friend,
Listen to the one,
Who sings of love.
Everywhere love is around,
Around, around.
song performed by by Moody Blues
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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A day at the beach
A day at the beach
~
the sun reflections danced in the sea
seagulls squawked overhead
children laughed and played in the tide
running back and forth to picnics
it was a busy day and plenty on offer
the crowd moved along in a steady pace
finding places to sit and rest
some read while others watched
a few did nothing at all but lay there
all beneath a clear blue sky
beautiful and vast almost endless
a gentle wind eased the heat of day
rolling from the sea over sands
ice cream and cold drinks on order
applied to chill the rest
it was a beautiful postcard day
in a summer well spent
poem by Matthew Holloway
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Definition of Pain
Life so precious yet so easily taken away
happiness what everyone wants yet there filled with pain
People causing pain to others for their amusement
Which causes hatred from their victims in turn it creates their murder
What has life come to hatred, anger, pain, death instead of happiness, joy, love, life
how can I live with life
for if i'm happy others will give me pain
if i'm in pain others will fill me with hatred
which will have me taking their so precious lives
So how can I feel happiness once again
when in order to do so I have to create all those things I despise
So doesn't a victim create their own murder in turn creates the death of the murder
if all of this is true isn't life a cycle of happiness to pain then unto death.
poem by Requiem Night
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I Have Spent My Life
I HAVE SPENT MY LIFE
I have spent my life
Walking
And Thinking
And Writing Poems.
A happy life
A blessed life
I thank God for it
As I now too
write these late afternoon lines
At Sunset
In a Jerusalem garden
Where the light breeze
And green intermingle.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Light and Darkness
houses house bodies
bodies house life
life houses souls
souls house light
light shrinks from darkness
darkness douses light...
yet Light overcomes darkness
with spiritual sight
...in the beginning was darkness
darkness again at the end
awaiting those who despise Light - -
Light's gift of love for all men
yes, Light overcomes darkness
with love's perfect sight
(5.19.06)
poem by Esther Leclerc
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Is There Any Way Out Of This Endless Darkness
IS THERE ANY WAY OUT OF THIS ENDLESS DARKNESS?
Is there any way out of this endless darkness,
Is there any light in the world,
When those who have eyes to see
Cannot see,
And when those who have minds and hearts,
Cannot believe?
Is there any way out of this
When there is no love?
When all says life has to go on
As an endless series of small variations
On a neverending routine?
Is there any way to see
The beauty of life and the world
When one cannot believe
And one cannot dream
And one is older and sicker
And waiting for death to come?
poem by Shalom Freedman
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The Wood-Nymph
-After a picture by Burne Jones-
The green leaves, ah, the green leaves cover me:
Would I might lose this unloved human life
And share the happy being of the leaves!
For lo, they live and grow and drink the sun
And sip the nectar of the heavenly showers
And have no sorrow with it; but they grow
Happily, and Pan at even blesses them.
While I, alas me hapless, I am joined
Part to their life, and all in longing to them;
Part to the gods, the bright gods whom I see
Flash through the woods at even or morn, and make
The beautiful familiar trees seem strange;
And part to mortals and their little life.
Green leaves that cover me, to you I mourn,
My sisters, my more happy sisters, ye
Rustle, rustle in the summer air,
With happy cries of birds among your boughs:
Be happy, though I am not happy. Nay,
I am not all unhappy, evermore.
One while a bird sings on the topmost bough
And my heart sings, forgetting life and death
And sorrow: so forgetting I were blest,
And bliss the gods deny me. When they walk
The forest before sundawn--Artemis,
Girt for the chase and followed by her hounds,
Queen Herê or another, ere the dawn,
Or Aphrodite with the rosy dawn--
I may not speak my longings, but they pass,
Pass unregardful to their happy heaven.
They see me not--not me, akin to Gods!
These tears are vain.--When mortals pass at eve,
Treading a delicate path between the trees,
Pale mortal men and women, with their loves--
It pains me that I see them, for I know
I am not as they are, and cannot share
The little love that fills their little life--
Vain, vain; and they too pass and see me not.
Ah me, dear leaves, forsaken of gods and men,
And sad because I cannot live their life,
Will you not love me whom none others love?
Will you not teach me how to live your life,
My sisters, my more happy sisters?--live
In peace and quietness and still content,
And freshen and fade and freshen and have no care
And have no longing, full of peace to live,
Forgetting thus for ever life and death
And Gods and men and sorrow and delight.
poem by Arthur Symons
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How Happy The Light Of This Green Day
HOW HAPPY THE LIGHT OF THIS GREEN DAY
How happy the light of this green day
All the while forgetting
The fear of what might be
The uncertainty of what is
The pain of what has been-
A great happiness
A great happiness
Thank God
Home here now
Still-
Thank God for so much goodness
In my life
Thank God.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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