Mountains And My Dawn!
Mountains call me from mystic terrains
a prayer comes from divine heart
wild flowers fall on discreet dreams
dews on garden flowers
fragrance brings placid breeze
docile numinous dreams arrive
clouds fly on confused confines
tremors shrivel on stiff caverns
listen, calm my ocean dear
hide you treasures of mine so deep
wait, wait I come back soon
impede not until I liberate my soul
allow me to go on my part of earth
allow me to reach my dawn in style
mountains call me from distant terrains
allow me to walk till I climb its peak
allow me to embrace my dawn in grace.
© Rema Prasanna
August 2,2008
poem by Rema Prasanaa
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Where The Blue Mountains Lie
Some things we want are out of reach,
but I know where my dreams dwell,
far across the sea where the Blue Mountains lie
with their fingers touching the sky.
A world away from what I have,
a peaceful life in serenity hold
my dreams wait there for me
if I reach out and be bold.
Where the Blue Mountains lie
set against a mottled sky
where quiet is the order of the day
within the shadows of the mountains blue.
A place where my dreams
wait for me to gather them in
and start my life a new
under the shadows of the mountains blue.
14 June 2010
poem by David Harris
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Olney Hymn 34: The Waiting Soul
Breathe from the gentle south, O Lord,
And cheer me from the north;
Blow on the treasures of thy word,
And call the spices forth!
I wish, Thou knowest, to be resign'd,
And wait with patient hope;
But hope delay'd fatigues the mind,
And drinks the spirits up.
Help me to reach the distant goal;
Confirm my feeble knee;
Pity the sickness of a soul
That faints for love of Thee!
Cold as I feel this heart of mine,
Yet, since I feel it so,
It yields some hope of life divine
Within, however low.
I seem forsaken and alone,
I hear the lion roar;
And every door is shut but one,
And that is Mercy's door.
There, till the dear Deliverer come,
I'll wait with humble prayer;
And when He calls His exile home,
The Lord shall find him there.
poem by William Cowper
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The Waiting Soul
Breathe from the gentle south, O Lord,
And cheer me from the north;
Blow on the treasures of thy word,
And call the spices forth!
I wish, Thou knowest, to be resign'd,
And wait with patient hope;
But hope delay'd fatigues the mind,
And drinks the spirits up.
Help me to reach the distant goal;
Confirm my feeble knee;
Pity the sickness of a soul
That faints for love of Thee!
Cold as I feel this heart of mine,
Yet, since I feel it so,
It yields some hope of life divine
Within, however low.
I seem forsaken and alone,
I hear the lion roar;
And every door is shut but one,
And that is Mercy's door.
There, till the dear Deliverer come,
I'll wait with humble prayer;
And when He calls His exile home,
The Lord shall find him there.
poem by William Cowper
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Like An Ocean
(per andreasson/ pernilla emme)
Producer for bonnie: jimmy smyth
Ocean...ocean...
In the darkness of nowhere
Theres nothing at all
And I feel like Ive been here too long
Shadows and teardrops fading away
And my heart is crying for love
Far from those moments
When my eyes were still closed
And my heartbeat was longing for more
Way over mountains, higher than high
I could feel the breeze from below
Like an ocean...
Like an ocean...
Now tell me your secrets
Come closer and whisper
I feel like Ive seen you before
Theres no more illusions
No more escapes
Cause Im tired of asking for more
Seems like a lifetime fading away
And Im lost in an ocean of love
Im reaching and holding onto my dreams
Cause Im not alone anymore
Like an ocean...
Way over mountains higher than high
Like an ocean...
Way over mountains higher than high
Like an ocean...
Way over mountains higher than high
Like an ocean...
Way over mountains higher than high
Spoken:
Far from those moments
When my eyes were still closed
Way over mountains
Higher than high
I could feel the breeze from below
Its like an ocean, ocean...heeeyehhh
Like an ocean...
Way over mountains higher than high
Like an ocean...
Way over mountains higher than high
Like an ocean...
Way over mountains higher than high
Like an ocean...
Way over mountains higher than high
Repeat & fade
song performed by by Bonnie Tyler
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God Is The Light
God is the Light
How great the wonders of the heavens
And the timeless beauty of the night
How great then how great the Creator?
And its stars like priceless jewels
Far beyond the reach of kings
Bow down for the shepherd guiding him home.
But how many eyes are closed
To the wonder of this night?
Like pearls, hidden, deep beneath a dark
Stream of desires.
But like dreams vanish with the call to prayer
And the dawn extinguishes night here too are signs.
God is the Light - God is the Light
How great the beauty of the Earth and the creatures
Who dwell on her.
How great then how great the Creator?
As it's mountains pierce the clouds
High about the lives of men
Weeping rivers for thousands of years.
But how many hearts are closed
To the wonders of this sight?
Like birds on a cage, asleep with closed wings
But as work stops with the call to prayer
And the birds recite here too are signs
God is the Light God is the Light
How great the works of man and the things he makes
How great then how great the Creator?
Though he strives to reach the heavens
He can barely survive
The wars of the world he lives in.
Yet, how many times he's tried,
Himself to immortalise?
Like his parents before him in the Garden of Eden
But like the sun sets with the call to prayer
And surrenders to the night here too are signs
God is the Light Everlasting
God is the Light Everlasting
song performed by by Cat Stevens
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Hymn of Apollo
I.
The sleepless Hours who watch me as I lie,
Curtained with star-inwoven tapestries,
From the broad moonlight of the sky,
Fanning the busy dreams from my dim eyes,--
Waken me when their Mother, the gray Dawn,
Tells them that dreams and that the moon is gone.
II.
Then I arise, and climbing Heaven's blue dome,
I walk over the mountains and the waves,
Leaving my robe upon the ocean foam;
My footsteps pave the clouds with fire; the caves
Are filled with my bright presence, and the air
Leaves the green Earth to my embraces bare.
III.
The sunbeams are my shafts, with which I kill
Deceit, that loves the night and fears the day;
All men who do or even imagine ill
Fly me, and from the glory of my ray
Good minds and open actions take new might,
Until diminished by the reign of Night.
IV.
I feed the clouds, the rainbows, and the flowers,
With their ethereal colors; the Moon's globe,
And the pure stars in their eternal bowers,
Are cinctured with my power as with a robe;
Whatever lamps on Earth or Heaven may shine,
Are portions of one power, which is mine.
V.
I stand at noon upon the peak of Heaven;
Then with unwilling steps I wander down
Into the clouds of the Atlantic even;
For grief that I depart they weep and frown:
What look is more delightful than the smile
With which I soothe them from the western isle?
VI.
I am the eye with which the Universe
Beholds itself, and knows it is divine;
All harmony of instrument or verse,
All prophecy, all medicine, is mine,
All light of art or nature; - to my song
Victory and praise in its own right belong.
poem by Percy Bysshe Shelley
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On a Prospect of T'ai-shan
How is one to describe this king of mountains? Throught the whole of Ch'i and
Lu one never loses sight of its greenness. In it the Creator has concentrated
all that is numinous and beautiful. Its northern and southern slopes divide the
dawn from the dark. The layered clouds begin at the climber's heaving chest,
and homing birds fly suddenly within range of his straining eyes. One day I
must stand on top of its highest peak and at a single glance see all the other
mountains grown tiny beneath me.
On A Prospect Of T'ai-shan
How is one to describe this king of mountains? Throught the whole of Ch'i and
Lu one never loses sight of its greenness. In it the Creator has concentrated
all that is numinous and beautiful. Its northern and southern slopes divide the
dawn from the dark. The layered clouds begin at the climber's heaving chest,
and homing birds fly suddenly within range of his straining eyes. One day I
must stand on top of its highest peak and at a single glance see all the other
mountains grown tiny beneath me.
My Dream: A Vision of Peace
Where the mountains touch the sky,
Where poets DREAM, where eagles fly,
A secret place above the crowd,
Just beneath a silver-lined cloud.
Lift your eyes to a snowy peak,
And see the soon-to-be we seek.
Whisper DREAMS and let them rise,
To the mountains old and wise.
Climbers climb, it's time to try,
Where the mountains touch the sky.
Take me there. Oh take me now,
Someway, Someday, Somewhere, Somehow.
Where the ocean meets the sky,
Where mermaid dance, where seagulls fly,
A place in DREAMS I know so well,
The sea inside a single shell.
Far across the living sea,
A pale blue possibility,
Beyond the castles made of sand,
Tomorrow in a small child's hand.
Only DREAMERS need apply,
Where the ocean meets the sky.
Take me there. Oh take me now,
Someway, Someday, Somewhere, Somehow.
A common ground for one and all,
Behind the crystal waterfall,
Where Peace flows like a mighty stream,
Like Dr. King I have a DREAM.
Imagine such a goal in sight,
For red and yellow, black and white…
New Delhi, Beijing, Kenya, Rome,
Earth is the place that we call home.
Baghdad, Belfast, Tel Aviv,
One race HUMAN, we still believe,
Come DREAM with me...
Where the forests reach the sky,
Wake to DREAMS, and don’t be shy.
We’ll DREAM the world a thorn-less rose;
We’ll plant then watch it as it grows.
We’ll conquer hate with DREAMS of hope,
We’ll DREAM one big kaleidoscope.
Whisper now; let the DREAM begin,
It's time to trust the truth within.
This is where we seek and find…
A place called PEACE for humankind.
DREAM on DREAMERS, hopes are high,
Where the forests reach the sky.
Take me there. Oh take me now,
Someway, Someday, Somewhere, Somehow.
Now, listen close, the future calls...
'Build your bridges and tear down walls! '
For time has taught and so it seems,
Realities are born of DREAMS!
Whisper DREAMS and let them rise,
To the mountains old and wise.
poem by ToddMichael St. Pierre
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Locked In Arms Again
There are summits of endurance to climb
And mountains of fear to scale.
I’ll meet you over the hill
After we have conquered or killed
Everything that would restrain our dreams.
We’ll have a sacred meal at dawn
And offer our prayers
For the souls of defeated friends.
I’ll drink clear water at sunrise to your health,
And receive guidance from spirits of the dead,
They see and realize my love for you.
Dear Lady, take libations of wine and rest for your soul
In flower gardens where ancient deities
Wait to remerge in the hour of a new earth
Until we’re locked in arms again.
poem by Uriah Hamilton
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In Dreams
Roy orbison
A candy-colored clown they call the sandman
Tiptoes to my room every night
Just to sprinkle stardust and to whisper
Go to sleep. everything is all right.
I close my eyes, then I drift away
Into the magic night. I softly say
A silent prayerlike dreamers do.
Then I fall asleep to dream my dreams of you.
In dreams I walk with you. in dreams I talk to you.
In dreams youre mine. all of the time were together
In dreams, in dreams.
But just before the dawn, I awake and find you gone.
I cant help it, I cant help it, if I cry.
I remember that you said goodbye.
Its too bad that all these things, can only happen in my dreams
Only in dreams in beautiful dreams.
song performed by by Roy Orbison
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Wrangell Mountain Song
Sunday, and it's raining in Alaska. Seven days, I haven't seen the sun.
Flying bush, flying low along the shoreline, doing everything I can to make it home.
I can't wait to see the Wrangell Mountains. I can't wait to do what I will do.
Honey, did I never say how time goes by so slowly
when I can't wait to get back home to you.
Three years from the war, settled down now.
I did my time and served my country well.
In the freedom I defended, I fly beneath the North Star,
And I just don't know a better way to feel.
I can't wait to see the Wrangell Mountains. I can't wait to do what I will do.
Honey, did I never say how time goes by so slowly
when I can't wait to get back home to you.
It's a quiet life out here among the mountains
in a cabin that was built with these two hands.
McCarthy lies asleep beside the glacier. It's colder now, winter's in the air.
If you think they're wild, it's just because they can't be broken,
it's a strong and gentle people living there.
I can't wait to see the Wrangell Mountains. I can't wait to do what I will do.
Honey, did I never say how time goes by so slowly
when I can't wait to get back home to you.
Honey, did I never say how time goes by so slowly
when I can't wait to get back home to you.
song performed by by John Denver
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New Mountains
Each day I climb new mountains
in the struggle for life.
Sometimes my limbs get weary
and I want to give, but I have to go on.
Giving up would mean losing
everything my life was meant for.
Therefore, I must struggle
never giving my body a rest.
I must climb these new mountains
or I am doomed forever more.
There is no turning back once started,
as it doesn’t work that way.
Each day there is a new mountains
that gets bigger with each day
and we must reach the summit by nightfall
or get stuck on the mountain going nowhere.
The harder we climb,
the higher we get
until we reach
the pinnacle of our dreams.
8 November 2009
poem by David Harris
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Mud of our dream
oh! beautiful and wonderful night when the sky
is so bright, what a complacent flower in
the early morning, as the bees and the butterfly
sip the sweeten hyacinth of the petal flows
let the mountain climb to the highest clouds and
drink the rain that fall down to the stream, may
the birds laugh as they fly and wiggle the wind up,
up in the limitless sky
may the dream that dreams to reach the endless
and vivid touch cease to capture, the thirst that
hold the vision to learn of every closing eyes and
open the heart to accept that, dream conquers no
return
lock me not in the acceptance of the night, and
hide my enigmatic existence to wait the given time
for in every weakening hand trembles in the
furnishing fire of cedar's fall
the mud beats and pieces of every dream has come
to remind the heart that, venture leads the soul to
wait to the dream's come true, as it wave the heat
that excites the aim to reach that goal
always in the go, aim high for the way is unspoken
words to hide but, have the eye to reach and the
foot to mark.......sweet dreams my darling.......
poem by Antonio Liao
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Heartbreak-2
Silvery rays from the sky
will have no meaning now
never same will be the dawn.
Waves shirk to embrace beach.
Day sobs, night weeps.
Breeze no longer rustles the leaves.
Flowers robbed of their magic.
Fragrance no more validating their love.
Cuckoo loses her voice and
wait becomes redundant for dusky eyes.
Heart is drained of emotions.
Mind in the process of evaluation.
Body limited to the motions,
as some one dearest
to the heart, mind and soul
first loved, then left
never to return.
poem by Tribhawan Kaul
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Ode To The Hollow Bastion Within
Take part of the darkest of fruits and see me lose my mind.
My spirit has found repose in Angst's bosom.
Will no one save me from the bludgeoning of this life?
Why am I so angry? Where is the cause? it is hiding deep within me.
My heart cannot see it's face, and mirrors don't work in the depths of darkness.
Why do I feel so empty? I wish nothingness was more discreet.
I'm tired of pretending; where is my redemption? Here, yes, but where?
Why must clouds veil mountains? Ironic, mountains are so much bigger too. But even clouds have their Mountains I suppose.
poem by Soren Valentine
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Every Day Is Festival!
Every dawn is decorated,
as if an auspicious day,
As if everyday is festival,
On the treetops shining bulbs of dews,
like golden beads and bulbs,
Every leaf of grass bent with dew drops weight,
As if bowing to welcome the Sun,
fields look like green lakes,
wave of breeze,
on the mountain peak,
Clouds dancing around,
Golden rays piercing darkness,
Shining globules of dews,
Shining like decorative light bulbs,
Reflecting face of nature,
Bathed fresh,
look like a woman just excited
to welcome Sun,
her eternal Love!
Busy birds flying above,
Singing their own song,
Every heart has a song,
Busy, yet hearts kept cool by morning breeze!
In the flow of river,
Or in the sound of waterfalls,
The mantra that chanted,
With bells of temples and churches,
Call for prayer from mosques heard,
But call of love
in every heart is strongly heard,
than any sound
Light of love, melts hearts,
Melts negative feelings,
Bathing in beauty,
Every day is festival,
O mother, you are divine,
Washed by morning dews,
You make everyone to bathe in thy beauty,
just like mother calls children,
When father returns home,
Earth welcomes Sun,
With her children,
Shining whole nature as one!
poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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If I Should Fall Behind
We said we'd walk together
Baby come what may
Back from the twilight
Should we lose our way
As we were walking
A hand should slip free
I'll wait for you
Should I fall behind wait for me
Swore we'd travel together
Darlin' side by side
We'd help each other
Stay in stride
Each lover steps on
So differently
So I'll wait for you
Should I fall behind wait for me
Everyone dreams of
A love lasting and true
You and I know what this world can do
So let's make ourselves be
That the other may see
And I'll wait for you
Should I fall behind wait for me
There's a beautiful river
In the valley ahead
There need be no drought
Soon we will wed
Should we lose each other
In the shadow of the evening dreams
Oh
song performed by by Faith Hill from Breathe
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Call On Me
[verse 1]
There goes the sunshine
Here comes the rain
And heartache pain
What can I do but wait for you?
Darling the days
I had were cold
Now our separate ways we go
It seems you want more
Than the love I can give
But I cant make you stay
And youve got your life to live
[chorus]
But if it gets too rough
Call on me
[verse 2]
Dreams of golden glare
Taking you away from here
But if ever things that have to be
Turns your dreams around
Love and understanding is what you need
[chorus]
If you cant get enough
Call on me
[bridge]
Im so sad youre leaving
Its gonna to kill me
Not to be with you
But I want you to be happy
If heartaches what you want
Then I want it too
[verse 3]
So goodbye with all my prayers
For your happiness in a world elsewheree
Should you arrive and its not there
Call on me, call on me
[tag]
Yes, happiness
Waits for you elsewhere
Remember this
Should you arrive and its not there
Call on me... call on me
Yes, happiness
Waits for you elsewhere
Remember this
Should you arrive and its not there
Call on me... call on me
song performed by by Michael Jackson
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Our Mountains
Everyone has their mountains
that they want to climb,
mountains whose summits
reach up and touch the sky.
We go through our lives
climbing our mountains
and at times, we stumble
and slip a little behind.
Picking ourselves up
then start our trek again
never losing sight
of what lays a head.
One day we will reach the summit
and stand there breathing in
the clear cool air
when we finally get there.
Our achievement is recorded
along with all the other
mountains we’ve had to climb.
Our testament of determination.
It’s our dreams that seem elusive
until we make them come true
through our struggles and modifications
to taste the clear cool air.
(22 May 2011)
poem by David Harris
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