Striding, beaming, that’s my beloved
Underneath the sun he strides and beams
At home in the mountains, all alone—
My blond beloved
Let the sun shine upon you
But leave the sun, and come to me
Striding, beaming, that’s my beloved
The light of my eye, he strides and beams
The air is cool and fresh, sleep my love
But come back to me
You have worked hard in the fields
My blond beloved
From Isabel Bayrakdarian’s album “Gomidas Songs”
Love does happen
Like a touch
of grace
It falls
Into place
Where there used
To be
Empty Space
When I hold your
Face
In my hands
I ask
How did this happen
To me?
-Leonard Nimoy
The italics are my own; this is my favorite part.
I am waiting for this to happen to me.
Love does happen
Like a touch
Of grace
It falls
Into place
Where there used
To be
Empty space
When I hold your
Face
In my hands
I ask
How did this happen
To me?
-Leonard Nimoy
post scriptum: And when will it happen to me?
I love your eyes, my dear
Their splendid, sparkling fire
When suddenly you raise them so
To cast a swift embracing glance
Like lightning flashing in the sky
But there’s a charm that is greater still
When my love’s eyes are lowered
When all is fired by passion’s kiss
And through the downcast lashes
I see the dull flame of desire
-Fyodor Tyutchev
“Abby is awesome
Even if she is smitten
With some Greek TA”
-Drew Williams
(Shhhh this is a secret…)
Because
I have known despair
I value hope
Because
I have tasted frustration
I value fulfillment
Because
I have been lonely
I value love
-Leonard Nimoy
This is reminiscent, to me, of the Prayer of St. Francis, my favorite supplication.
I’m writing haikus,
Not sure what will come of it—
We’ll see what turns out.
(The above is not a serious one. There’s better ones, I swear…)
“Go placidly amid the noise and haste,
And remember what peace there may be in silence.
As far as possible without surrender
be on good terms with all persons.
Speak your truth quietly and clearly
and listen to others,
even the dull and ignorant
they too have their story.
Avoid loud and aggressive persons,
they are vexations to the spirit.
If you compare yourself with others,
you may become vain and bitter;
for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.
Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.
Keep interested in your own career, however humble;
it is a real possession in the changing future of time.
Exercise caution in your business affairs;
for the world is full of trickery.
But let this not blind you to what virtue there is;
many persons strive for high ideals;
and everywhere life is full of heroism.
Be yourself.
Especially, do not feign affection.
Neither be cynical about love;
for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment
it is perennial as the grass.
Take kindly the counsel of the years,
gracefully surrendering the things of youth.
Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune.
But do not distress yourself with imaginings.
Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.
Beyond wholesome discipline,
be gentle with yourself.
You are a child of the universe,
no less than the trees and the stars
you have a right to be here.
And whether or not it is clear to you,
no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.
Therefore be at peace with God,
whatever you conceive Him to be,
and whatever your labours and aspirations,
in the noisy confusion of life keep peace with your soul.
With all its sham, drudgery and broken dreams,
it is still a beautiful world.
Be careful.
Strive to be happy.”
-Desiderata, by Max Ehrmann (1927) aka “Spock Thoughts” on The Two Sides of Leonard Nimoy
Desiderata, desiteratae “Desired things”
