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Elizabeth Barrett Browning: A Man’s Requirements

In Uncategorized on September 30, 2011 at 12:18 pm

Elizabeth Barrett Browning: A Man’s Requirements: “I
Love me Sweet, with all thou art,
Feeling, thinking, seeing;
Love me in the lightest part,
Love me in full being.

Love me with thine open youth
In its frank surrender;
With the vowing of thy mouth,
With its silence tender.”

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To You my Beloved – Lesbian Life

In Uncategorized on September 30, 2011 at 12:12 pm

To You my Beloved – Lesbian Life: “y adoring beloved You!

You came out of my dreams forfilling all what I wanted in life.For me it is hard to come closer.But neverless I am amazed and amused by each and every move You make.Sometimes I find You in all unusual places like You want to be my all.

Funny thing that I didn’t even realised how much You are inside my thoughts,my words,my spirit and my mind.You are my magic Lady with the most beautiful Heart.Beyond the words,time and places You are.Like You overtake my own heart,no,You are too gentle for that.I gave my heart to You to do with it what ever You like to.I do believe land of Love are there where You are.Simply by being You.

My beloved Lady of my Heart,I am going now but remember I am always taking Your heart with me.Sweet dreams!

Eternally Your Sparrow”

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Fly my Love,my angel

In Uncategorized on September 30, 2011 at 11:32 am

This one is for You.
You are eternally in my life seemed so ruined so far as I am without You..I loved You,I love You..You will remain in my dream forever.
You knew what Love looks like.
Please,my litlle one,find the older Chris,He will look upon You there,until I come..
Just be special like You always were.
Your mother with Love

Khalil Gilbran:Before the Throne of Beauty XXVI

In Uncategorized on September 30, 2011 at 10:09 am

Before the Throne of Beauty XXVI
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  One heavy day I ran away from the grim face of society and the dizzying clamor of the city and directed my weary step to the spacious alley. I pursued the beckoning course of the rivulet and the musical sounds of the birds until I reached a lonely spot where the flowing branches of the trees prevented the sun from the touching the earth.

I stood there, and it was entertaining to my soul – my thirsty soul who had seen naught but the mirage of life instead of its sweetness.

I was engrossed deeply in thought and my spirits were sailing the firmament when a hour, wearing a sprig of grapevine that covered part of her naked body, and a wreath of poppies about her golden hair, suddenly appeared to me. As she she realized my astonishment, she greeted me saying, “Fear me not; I am the Nymph of the Jungle.”

“How can beauty like yours be committed to live in this place? Please tell me who your are, and whence you come?” I asked. She sat gracefully on the green grass and responded, “I am the symbol of nature! I am the ever virgin your forefathers worshipped, and to my honor they erected shrines and temples at Baalbek and Jbeil.” And I dared say, “But those temples and shrines were laid waste and the bones of my adoring ancestors became a part of the earth; nothing was left to commemorate their goddess save a pitiful few and the forgotten pages in the book of history.”

She replied, “Some goddesses live in the lives of their worshippers and die in their deaths, while some live an eternal and infinite life. My life is sustained by the world of beauty which you will see where ever you rest your eyes, and this beauty is nature itself; it is the beginning of the shepherds joy among the hills, and a villagers happiness in the fields, and the pleasure of the awe filled tribes between the mountains and the plains. This Beauty promotes the wise into the throne the truth.”

Then I said, “Beauty is a terrible power!” And she retorted, “Human beings fear all things, even yourselves. You fear heaven, the source of spiritual peace; you fear nature, the haven of rest and tranquility; you fear the God of goodness and accuse him of anger, while he is full of love and mercy.”

After a deep silence, mingled with sweet dreams, I asked, “Speak to me of that beauty which the people interpret and define, each one according to his own conception; I have seen her honored and worshipped in different ways and manners.”

She answered, “Beauty is that which attracts your soul, and that which loves to give and not to receive. When you meet Beauty, you feel that the hands deep within your inner self are stretched forth to bring her into the domain of your heart. It is the magnificence combined of sorrow and joy; it is the Unseen which you see, and the Vague which you understand, and the Mute which you hear – it is the Holy of Holies that begins in yourself and ends vastly beyond your earthly imagination.”

Then the Nymph of the Jungle approached me and laid her scented hands upon my eyes. And as she withdrew, I found me alone in the valley. When I returned to the city, whose turbulence no longer vexed me, I repeated her words:

“Beauty is that which attracts your soul, and that which loves to give and not to receive.”

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In Uncategorized on September 30, 2011 at 10:02 am

Vows: “Grow old with me! The best is yet to be.

Roy Croft
I love you, not for what you are, but for what I am when I am with you.

If I could reach up and hold a star for every time you’ve made me smile, the entire evening sky would be in the palm of my hand.

Amy Tan
I am like a falling star who has finally found her place next to another in a lovely constellation, where we will sparkle in the heavens forever.

Bayard Taylor
I love thee, I love but thee
With a love that shall not die
Till the sun grows cold
And the stars grow old…”

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Thomas Paine Quotations

In Uncategorized on September 30, 2011 at 9:58 am

Thomas Paine Quotations: “Belief
It is necessary to the happiness of man that he be mentally faithful to himself.

Reputation is what men and women think of us; character is what God and angels know of us.

The harder the conflict, the more glorious the triumph.

The real man smiles in trouble, gathers strength from distress, and grows brave by reflection.

We have it in our power to begin the world over again.”

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Dreamwork Journey – My Blog

In Uncategorized on September 30, 2011 at 8:57 am

Dreamwork Journey – My Blog:

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“What if none of this means anything save
awakening og my girl-heart to love?
I am trembling with the truth of truth
She-in-me rising
Like the green shoots of a long-ago dream srpinging….”

Thank You for …

In Uncategorized on September 30, 2011 at 8:50 am

Thank You for being here.
I would like not to be able to feel You but I do,each and every time I do.
I am so sorry for all You want me to be sorry for..but I am never sorry for knowing/loving You,my beloved Lady.
May You be blessed on every move You make.

London Presentation – My Strings: Barcelona, Continued – Archetypal Dreamwork – Gnostic Dreaming

In Uncategorized on September 30, 2011 at 8:45 am

London Presentation – My Strings: Barcelona, Continued – Archetypal Dreamwork – Gnostic Dreaming:

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In Uncategorized on September 29, 2011 at 3:26 pm


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Magical garden of Milena
Thank You all on Danubius!You are always in my heart.
God bless You all there.
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