My New Favorite Word

In writing. Don’t use adjectives which merely tell us how you want us to feel about the thing you are describing. I mean, instead of telling us a thing was “terrible,” describe it so that we’ll be terrified. Don’t say it was “delightful”; make us say “delightful” when we’ve read the description. You see, all those words (horrifying, wonderful, hideous, exquisite) are only like saying to your readers, “Please will you do my job for me.”

C.S. Lewis

Don’t blame anyone, never complain of anyone or anything
Because basically you have made of your life what you wanted.
Accept the difficulties of edifying yourself
And the worth of starting to correct your character.
The triumph of the true man arises from the ashes of his mistakes.
Never complain of your loneliness or your luck.
Face it with courage and accept it.
Somehow, they are the result of your acts and
It shows that you’ll always win.
Don’t feel frustrated by your own failures;
Nor blame them on someone else.
Accept yourself now or you’ll go on justifying yourself like a child.
Remember that any time is good to start
And that no time is so good to give up.
Don’t forget that the cause of your present is your past,
As the cause of your future will be your present.
Learn from the brave, from the strong,
From those who don’t accept situations
From those who will live in spite of everything.
Think less of your problems and more of your worth.
Learn to arise from your pain,
And to be greater than the greatest of your obstacles.
Look at the mirror of yourself and you’ll be free and strong
And you’ll stop being a puppet of circumstances.
For you yourself are your destiny.
Wake up and stare at the sun in the mornings and breathe the sun of dawn.
You’re part of the strength of your life now,
Rise up, fight, walk, be sure and you’ll win in life.
Don’t ever think of ‘fate’
For fate is the excuse of failures.

Attributed to Pablo Neruda

Love is a temporary madness, it erupts like volcanoes and then subsides. And when it subsides, you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is.
Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion, it is not the desire to mate every second minute of the day, it is not lying awake at night imagining that he is kissing every cranny of your body. No, don’t blush, I am telling you some truths.
That is just being “in love”, which any fool can do. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident.
Louis de Bernières (Captain Corelli’s Mandolin)

Wake Up, Love © 2000 by Tobin James Mueller

“Girl lithe and tawny, the sun that forms
the fruits, that plumps the grains, that curls seaweeds
filled your body with joy, and your luminous eyes
and your mouth that has the smile of the water.

A black yearning sun is braided into the strands
of your black mane, when you stretch your arms.
You play with the sun as with a little brook
and it leaves two dark pools in your eyes.” 
― Pablo Neruda

“As if you were on fire from within.

The moon lives in the lining of your skin.” 
― Pablo Neruda

by robert martin

I, 
the consciousness 
that I am, 
eternal, 
indestructible, 
the consciousness, 
that cannot be burned, 
or cut, or marked, or wet, 
the consciousness that can travel 
at the speed of thought, 
the consciousness that is already there,
the very consciousness that says:
there is no real time, or space, 
there are no limitations, 
the consciousness that says:
you are made in the image of God,
to be Godlike,
the consciousness that experiences, 
itself, 
unfolding, 
unto itself,
by itself, 
for itself,
the sacred expression,
you there, 
reading this poem,
you are the very one, 
I address,
saying:
I see a light.
and by “I see a light,”
the I, 
I am talking about,
is “you,”
I see a light, 
a tiny fragile, beautiful bubble, 
of light,
floating in emptiness,
and it sees me,
and in dancing, 
we move, 
into the other, 
and it is the universe,
and I, can, see, 
as if, 
standing on the edge, 
of a football field,
looking out,
I can see—
end to end,
top to bottom, 
side to side,
post to post, 
this tiny bubble of light, 
full of movement, 
spiraling, and spiraling
unfolding, 
unto itself, 
by itself for itself,
this galactic expanse,
life,
full of expectation, 
I can see the majesty, 
I can see the sacred expression,
and it sees me,
and we dance, 
and we move,
into the other, 
and we dance,
and we move,
into the other,
and I am it.
and I am it.

Copyright 2010, Robert S. Martin 

That’s No Way To Say Goodbye

by Leonard Cohen

I loved you in the morning, our kisses deep and warm, 
your hair upon the pillow like a sleepy golden storm, 
yes, many loved before us, I know that we are not new, 
in city and in forest they smiled like me and you, 
but now it’s come to distances and both of us must try, 
your eyes are soft with sorrow, 
Hey, that’s no way to say goodbye. 
I’m not looking for another as I wander in my time, 
walk me to the corner, our steps will always rhyme 
you know my love goes with you as your love stays with me, 
it’s just the way it changes, like the shoreline and the sea,

but let’s not talk of love or chains and things we can’t
untie, 
your eyes are soft with sorrow, 
Hey, that’s no way to say goodbye. 
I loved you in the morning, our kisses deep and warm, 
your hair upon the pillow like a sleepy golden storm, 
yes many loved before us, I know that we are not new, 
in city and in forest they smiled like me and you, 
but let’s not talk of love or chains and things we can’t
untie, 
your eyes are soft with sorrow, 
Hey, that’s no way to say goodbye.

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(Source: JMACC)