Often I lose myself in the constellation of my own ideas, forever searching for point of illumination. But no matter where I look, I find you, shinning and bright, offering me what ever it is I seek, you are my one single star. My sun, my moon, my guide and direction, I know as long as I have you, I'll never lose my way. Even if I can not touch you, I know I will see you, feel you, from anywhere. If I need you I know where to find you
and even when I was broken the way sometimes one can be broken, and even though I had fallen, I found upon arising that I was stronger than before, that the glories, if I may call them that, which I had loved so much and that had been darkened in my fall, were shinning even brighter and nearly everytime subsequently I have fallen and darkness has come over me, they have obstinately arisen, not as they were, but brighter.
They adored each other; but still the permanent and the immutable subsist. We may love and laugh, pout, clasp hands, smile, and exchange endearments, but that does not affect eternity. Two lovers hide in the dusk of evening, amid flowers and the twittering of birds, and enchant each other with their hearts shinning in their eyes; but the stars in their course still circle through infinite space.
No matter how smart you might appear to be later with your set of diplomas on their fine white parchment, the mistakes you made before the real lessons sunk in never fade. No matter how high you hang those official documents with their official seals and signatures, how shinning and polished the frame, your reflection in the glass will never let you forget how stupid you felt when you didn't know any better.
Love is the very essence of life. It is the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. Yet it is more than the end of the rainbow. Love is the security for which children weep, the yearning of youth, the adhesive that binds marriage, and the lubricant that prevents devastating friction in the home; it is the peace of old age, the sunlight of hope shinning through death.
Gordon B. Hinckley
The Wise Man believes profoundly in silence - the sign of a perfect equilibrium. Silence is the absolute poise or balance of body, mind and spirit. The man who preserves his selfhood ever calm and unshaken by the storms of existence - not a leaf, as it were, astire on the tree, not a ripple upon the surface of the shinning pool-his, in the mind of the unlettered sage, is the ideal attitude and conduct of life. Silence is the cornerstone of character.
Charles Alexander Eastman
The Truth Is That I Was Recognized For Stubbornness And Not Goodness. Even, Though I Was Very Intelligent And Sent To School By A Little Few Supports From Sponsors And My Mother. My Brain Was Never Ever Cool. Due To All The Mistakes I Saw From A Very Tender Age From All Those Whom I Looked Upon As Elders And Shinning Examples. Although They Where Some Good Examples Which Still Live On. Still The Early Damaged As Already Been Done. So It Led Me Dropping Out Of School In To Working And Using The Great Ancient Vedic Philosophies I Have Been Hearing From The Very Beginning Of My Conception In My Mother Womb Till The Day I Was Born And Forever. I Used Them All To Materialize Many Of My Dreams And Practice Mysticism Coupled With Spiritualism To Keep My Self Secured And Keep Cool Depending On God.
Baba Tunde Ojo-Olubiyo
Edges I am a child throwing rocks into the stream. Challenging the rushing water. Raising my fist and daring fate to do it worst. I am a dancer in the waves of the ocean. Swaying in time with the tide. Pirouetting, the current my only friend. I am the sun, rising across the canyon Ascending, and shinning down. Giving the illusion of perception and motion. I am thoughts like a rolling river. Water cascading over the rocks of my soul. Shaping, forming, conforming. I am the peace of the rain forest. Basking in solitude Tranquil, serene, transfixing angles. Reflecting from within. Dripping and dropping. Shaking it off. I am the dust of the galaxy. Yearning to know itself. I am the wind. Wandering. Searching. A storm brewing from within.
SHINNING RIGHT THROUGH LIKE A SUNROOF, THEN COLLECT FRUITS FOR YOUR LABOR STAY HUMBLE, A MAN BEING FOOD TO THE TABLE NEVER FUMBLE SO I HAVE A FEAST ON YOU RAPPERS WHATCHU WANNA DO ALWAYS GOT THE DIESEL WRAPPED UP, THAT'S A FRONTAL KEEP IT PRE ROLLED I DON'T KNOW WHATCHU WANNA DO LIKE THE BEAST COAST SAY IT LOUD WHEN I COME THROUGH SMELLING WEED SMOKE, SHE AROUSED SHE GET PLOWED TOO UH, GOLDEN PROPHECY BESTOWED ON TOP OF ME, THE GLOBE I CONQUER AND THERE AIN'T NO STOPPING ME CREATE A MONSTER, WHEN YOU SPRAY ON TOP OF BEATS, GOT NO TIME FOR BEATS ONLY CURRENCY AND THAT GLOBAL PEACE, WHATCHU WANT FROM ME? GET THE FUCK UP OUT MY FACE HO KNOW I'M POPPING BUT HO GON' STOP IT I KNOW YOU AFTER MY BANK-ROLL STORIES SICKENING BUT I STAY ON MY VISION, BETTER KNOW THYSELF BEFORE YOU FALL AS A VICTIM COPPERS CLOCK AND TREAT MY HEAD LIKE A PRISON BETTER USE THIRD OPTICS ON YOUR ROAD TO THE RICHES I'M NIGGA BE SINNING, BUT WE ALL GROW UP AIN'T THAT THE PURPOSE OF LIVING? SPREAD THAT LOVE ONCE IT RETURN NOW YOU'RE WINNING POP THAT BUB AND CELEBRATE EVERY MINUTE, OFTEN SO WHEN YOU SEE ME YEAH I'M TRIPPING I'M ON BUD SO YOU CAN NEVER CATCH ME SLIPPING, THREE, FOUR GIRLS, SHAQUILLE O'NEILL WHEN I'M PIMPING SO SHE KNOW I'M ALWAYS DOWN TO PUT A TIP IN PATTIN' FLOWS NOW I'M RUNNING THE OBSTACLES, LITTLE BIT AWKWARD THOUGH SMOKE DRO, KILL SHOWS WHEN MY CHAKRAS GLOW SAME NIGGA DIFFERENT CLOTHES WITH A LOT OF DOUGH HIGHER PURPOSE, HIGHER LEARNING EARN IT WITH THAT FIRE BURNING INSIDE YA, GIVE MIND A TURN AND EMPIRES WILL
There in the garden I stand amongst the trees and the flowers. Bare back as laid out upon the grassy knoll she awaits there for me now. Atop a bed of lotus blossoms, within a wall of roses and violets held she waits. A light breeze settles in against the angle of my naked continuity, and I am whole as one inside. So she rolls her body round, like some delicate feather blown on the wind, to conceal the gentle back contour and reveal a frontal nudity that would make beauty itself ache with the need, thick within the throes of jealously for having to so unwillingly surrender over the crown. It is in there that you find paradise, and it seems she too knows me by name of a gaze gaping, and notwithstanding but a single care towards the awareness of my steady on-looking fixation. It is the stare sewing in the seeds of an awestruck wonder for what the mystics deemed necessary, and the melody of majesty aligned in plenary ordinance; a precious passing moment of collective cornucopia & blessed union of soul where all planetary constellation come together to marvel around the bringing of such a fair existence about. And what combination was that of the raw material splendour used to create this mould casting gone asunder beyond its one successful flight attempt to seize hold the sky and bottle it, never to be used again? Beholding it is to clasp the all consuming essence of longing in your pass, to wield command over the power of the cosmos with the skilled hands of lovers' chaste holding. It is that which instills a life, a capture of Elysia off the edge of insanity refined, and that's brilliance bled out by any design. For only by taking nature in kind and boiling her down to her purest, basic, most sincere level will you be able to build her up, and by a metamorphosis see her change, transform into something off the wings of a butterfly; sign of the worthwhile creature and form of the eternal everlasting entity. To spring forth out the sublime incarnation, a shine of glory set down for all the world to see. She is pure blissful serenity. Plant a seed to watch it grow; nurture it and it will give rise to a field of flowers full. Still none of any other would have compared as saccharine as when I first laid eyes upon the woman found stirring within the perfumed tendrils of Summer's bloom, beneath the Stars shinning bright. Her beauty is so that I come alive. Consumed by loveliness I am completely at the lady's mercy, and unable to turn a look away. That is to say, I would not want to.