Our memory is a more perfect world than the universe: it gives back life to those who no longer exist. – Guy de Maupassant
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pranayama: an element of yoga that involves awareness of the breath and managing the way in which one breathes.
Busylessness can be described as living more mindfully, engaging in being “not busy,” and enjoying a life of greater peace and calm.
The present moment is filled with joy and happiness. If you are attentive, you will see it. – Thich Nhat Hanh
A few lovely quotes for the first day of summer:
I know I am but summer to your heart, and not the full four seasons of the year. ― Edna St. Vincent Millay
Summer afternoon—summer afternoon; to me those have always been the two most beautiful words in the English language. ― Henry James
And so with the sunshine and the great bursts of leaves growing on the trees, just as things grow in fast movies, I had that familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer. ― F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby
Sweet, sweet burn of sun and summer wind, and you my friend, my new fun thing, my summer fling. ― k.d. lang
I almost wish we were butterflies and liv’d but three summer days – three such days with you I could fill with more delight than fifty common years could ever contain. ― John Keats
Press close, bare-bosomed Night!
Press close, magnetic, nourishing Night!
Night of south winds! Night of the large, few stars!
Still, nodding Night! Mad, naked, Summer Night!
― Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass
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There is a deeper life
than the life
we see and hear
with the open ear
and the open eye
and this is the life important
and the life everlasting. (1)
Now is the time
in spite of the “wrong note”
I love you. My heart is
And this the first
(and last) day of the world (2)
And on this moral sea
of grass or dreams lie flowers
or baskets of desires (3)
The woman in the picture…
was only a ghost in a frame,
and a sad,
pretty story from old times. (4)
Words are the only things that last forever;
they are more durable than the eternal hills (5)
I watch the white stars darken;
the day comes and the
white stars dim
and the lights fade in the city. (6)
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Note: Over the years, I have learned that a few of our great writers possess an anniversary of their birth and/or death during the month of September. This pastiche, or patchwork, poem included pieces from:
(1) Seán O’Casey
(2) William Carlos Williams, The Orchestra
(3) William Carlos Williams, On Gay Wallpaper
(4) Katherine Anne Porter, The Collected Stories of Katherine Anne Porter
(5) William Hazlitt
(6) Hilda “H.D.” Doolittle
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