Have mercy, then, upon me, O my Lord, through Thy gracious providence and generosity, and incline mine ear to the sweet melodies of the birds that warble their praise of Thee, amidst the branches of the tree of Thy oneness.
(Bahá’u'lláh)
You're a bright light girl
In a disbelieving world
Now someone believes as much as you
And how somebody really loves you too
Heart, Bright Light Girl
Many a chilled heart, O my God, hath been set ablaze by the fire of Thy Cause, and many a slumberer hath been wakened by the sweetness of Thy voice.
(Bahá'u'lláh)
your slightest look easily will unclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers,
you always open petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skilfully,mysteriously)her first rose
(e. e. cummings, W, Viva, 1933)
I will stare at the sun until its light doesn't blind me
I will walk unto the fire til its heat doesn't burn me
And I will feed the fire
(Sarah Mclachlan, Into The Fire)
If we are not happy and joyous at this season, for what other season shall we wait and for what other time shall we look? This is the time for growing; the season for joyous gathering! Take the cup of the Testament in thy hand; leap and dance with ecstasy in the triumphal procession of the Covenant
('Abdu'l-Bahá)
In our life there is a single color, as on an artist's palette, which provides the meaning of life and art. It is the color of love.
(Marc Chagall)
I love the purple dancer
Dancing in the space of ... time
She can surely know the answer
Standing in the steps of ... mine
(Mick Fleetwood, John McVie, Danny Kirwan,
The Purple Dancer)
Serve the creative souls. Whisper colors to them.
Brush the hearts of artists with colors they have never seen before.
Whisper to the poets and playwrights.
Whisper the words they need to hear.
Whisper to musicians. Hum two or three notes for them.
For an instant, let them all see through your eyes.
Send them dreams. Send them prayers.
Send them hopes. Send them hints of melodies.
Whisper feelings to them. Serve them well.
Whisper colors to them.
Whisper softly. Whisper from your wild heart.
(Cary Enoch Reinstein, Visionary Park, 1997)
Art is the child of Nature; yes, her darling child, in whom we trace the features of the mother's face, her aspect and her attitude.
(Henry Wadsworth Longfellow)
From women's eyes this doctrine I derive:
They sparkle still the right Promethean fire;
They are the books, the arts, the academes,
That show, contain, and nourish all the world.
(Shakespeare,
Love's Labour's Lost, Act IV)
Once I sat upon a promontory,
And heard a mermaid, on a dolphin's back,
Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath,
That the rude sea grew civil at her song;
And certain stars shot madly from their spheres, To hear the sea-maid's music.
(Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night's Dream)
I cannot expect even my own art to provide all the answers -- only to hope it keeps asking the right questions.
(Grace Hartigan)
love is more thicker than forget
…it is more sane and sunly
and more it cannot die
than all the sky which only
is higher than the sky
(e. e. cummings, 50 Poems)
The dreamers are the saviors of the world. As the visible world is sustained by the invisible, so men, through all their trials and sins and sordid vocations, are nourished by the beautiful visions of their solitary dreamers.
(James Allen)
The first stirrings of the spring of Thy grace have appeared and clothed Thine earth with verdure. The clouds of the heaven of Thy bounty have rained their rain on this City within whose walls is imprisoned Him Whose desire is the salvation of Thy creatures. Through it the soil of this City hath been decked forth, and its trees clothed with foliage, and its inhabitants gladdened.
(Prayers and Meditations by Baha'u'llah)
Endeavor your utmost to compose beautiful poems to be chanted with heavenly music; thus may their beauty affect the minds and impress the hearts of those who listen.
('Abdu'l-Bahá)
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