Wednesday, January 23, 2002
Tuesday, January 22, 2002
I have always liked the poetry of E. E. Cummings. Who else would write about water falling from the sky having small hands?
And, Wow!, when he writes "the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses", what a beautiful, incredibly romantic verse. Then in the same poem he so eloquently states "you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens (touching skillfully, mysteriously) her first rose."
I love the imagination, imagery and verbal skill you see and hear in his poems. He is truly one of the finest poets I have ever read. If you're not familiar with this poem I am quoting from, you can read the rest of it at somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond.
Monday, January 21, 2002
It is difficult for others to understand the rawness of a broken heart or the aching emptiness of an unguided spirit. You and I know. We have been there. Some even become afraid to risk any more because of what they have risked and lost already.
During prosperous times, we build and focus on material things, forgetting to strengthen what is in our hearts. When we focus on our potential we often gain insight into ourselves, insight that leads to self-mastery and an expansion of our understanding of what we can become and develop in our personal and professional lives.