Posted by admin on Jun 14, 2007 in
Poems Self-pity
I never saw a wild thing
sorry for itself.
A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough
without ever having felt sorry for itself.
DH Lawrence
Wikipedia article about DH Lawrence: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/D._H._Lawrence
Quoted several times in the movie G.I. Jane.
Another poem:
- O the stale old dogs who pretend to guard
- the morals of the masses,
- how smelly they make the great back-yard
- wetting after everyone that passes.
- – excerpt, The Young and Their Moral Guardians
Posted by admin on Oct 17, 2006 in
Poems,
Uncategorized ‘Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won’t feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine, as children do. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It’s not just in some of us; it’s in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.’
- Marianne Williamson in Return to Love: Reflections on a Course in Miracles