Yoga - All the difference

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All the difference

ibshambat2004@hotmail.com

2006-02-25, 9:33 pm

They dressed the table to make peace
Between the Mid-East and the West
With their sweet accents Lebanese
And souls steeped in divine unrest

With warmth and generosity
With goodwill, energy and dance -
With flare and audacity -
Arab flamboyance, class of France -

They dressed the table, and I drank
And then she came, the Love's delight -
In beauty walked she, and I thanked
What had created such a sight:

Beautiful from skin to the bone
Blonde, tender, delicate and tall
And I for hours sat by the phone
Waiting simply to hear her call -

And love within her, that made her,
Was stronger than the sting of death:
The beauty of her soul and form
Dispelled all darkness, fear and wrath.

Hello, sweet balm! Soar, heart! Take flight!
More bliss and goodness of all kinds!
She walks in beauty in daylight
And gives glad tidings to mankind!

More happy love! In her, divine
Life's fervent, passionate embrace!
In her eternity and time
Mingle together and are blessed!

Where present touches Evermore -
And Inspiration makes Man true
There is the freedom! There heart soars
And bids mind's manacles adieu -

And who was cold, then becomes warm
And light of heaven never parts
>From her delightful, beauteous form
And from her tender, loving heart.

But in there they are made to live
And be fulfillment of the whole!
Algerian beauty! Warm and free
And a delightful, loving soul.

The slings and arrows and the knives
When turned on end and put to flight
Become the arrows of life
That sow in people's hearts delight -

They kill no more, they bring alive
The dreams that dwell in human mind
And through them world with passion rife
Becomes the lot of humankind.

Soul does not kindly stop for death:
It only cares to stop for love
Not yet to take a narrow path
Or wide one: but to soar above

The world with a barbaric scream
And wake the neighbors underneath:
Hear, people! Man can feel and dream
And make here possible the bliss!

We make dreams real! With our own lives
We make real visions of the best!
More beauteous life! More happy love!
And by this humankind is blessed!

We make dreams real! And in this is
Our training for the future times:
To know how to impart the bliss
Is to know what is paradise!

With dreams the soul on life makes claim -
To make them real within the world
Is to make live, from day to day,
The truth that shapes the human soul.

Algerian beauty! Warm and free -
With luminosity divine -
The sky within her and the sea
Basking in rays of morning sun -

In soul-deep eyes, in soul-light hair,
In soulful gentleness and peace
In dreamy, warm and tender stare -
In her the present touches Bliss!

Greetings, sweet balm! Soar, heart! Take flight!
More bliss and passion of all kinds!
She walks in beauty - and the night
Through her is filled with truth divine!

Love me, and let us both eschew
The iron clutch of circumstance;
To Be is to make dreams come true -
And that makes all the difference.

Ilya Shambat.

Pig

2006-02-25, 9:33 pm

an intoxicating projection from your mind that I can really empathise with!
.. . .
:-)

<ibshambat2004@hotmail.com> wrote in message
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> They dressed the table to make peace
> Between the Mid-East and the West
> With their sweet accents Lebanese
> And souls steeped in divine unrest
>
> With warmth and generosity
> With goodwill, energy and dance -
> With flare and audacity -
> Arab flamboyance, class of France -
>
> They dressed the table, and I drank
> And then she came, the Love's delight -
> In beauty walked she, and I thanked
> What had created such a sight:
>
> Beautiful from skin to the bone
> Blonde, tender, delicate and tall
> And I for hours sat by the phone
> Waiting simply to hear her call -
>
> And love within her, that made her,
> Was stronger than the sting of death:
> The beauty of her soul and form
> Dispelled all darkness, fear and wrath.
>
> Hello, sweet balm! Soar, heart! Take flight!
> More bliss and goodness of all kinds!
> She walks in beauty in daylight
> And gives glad tidings to mankind!
>
> More happy love! In her, divine
> Life's fervent, passionate embrace!
> In her eternity and time
> Mingle together and are blessed!
>
> Where present touches Evermore -
> And Inspiration makes Man true
> There is the freedom! There heart soars
> And bids mind's manacles adieu -
>
> And who was cold, then becomes warm
> And light of heaven never parts
> And from her tender, loving heart.
>
> But in there they are made to live
> And be fulfillment of the whole!
> Algerian beauty! Warm and free
> And a delightful, loving soul.
>
> The slings and arrows and the knives
> When turned on end and put to flight
> Become the arrows of life
> That sow in people's hearts delight -
>
> They kill no more, they bring alive
> The dreams that dwell in human mind
> And through them world with passion rife
> Becomes the lot of humankind.
>
> Soul does not kindly stop for death:
> It only cares to stop for love
> Not yet to take a narrow path
> Or wide one: but to soar above
>
> The world with a barbaric scream
> And wake the neighbors underneath:
> Hear, people! Man can feel and dream
> And make here possible the bliss!
>
> We make dreams real! With our own lives
> We make real visions of the best!
> More beauteous life! More happy love!
> And by this humankind is blessed!
>
> We make dreams real! And in this is
> Our training for the future times:
> To know how to impart the bliss
> Is to know what is paradise!
>
> With dreams the soul on life makes claim -
> To make them real within the world
> Is to make live, from day to day,
> The truth that shapes the human soul.
>
> Algerian beauty! Warm and free -
> With luminosity divine -
> The sky within her and the sea
> Basking in rays of morning sun -
>
> In soul-deep eyes, in soul-light hair,
> In soulful gentleness and peace
> In dreamy, warm and tender stare -
> In her the present touches Bliss!
>
> Greetings, sweet balm! Soar, heart! Take flight!
> More bliss and passion of all kinds!
> She walks in beauty - and the night
> Through her is filled with truth divine!
>
> Love me, and let us both eschew
> The iron clutch of circumstance;
> To Be is to make dreams come true -
> And that makes all the difference.
>
> Ilya Shambat.
>

ilya_shambat2004@yahoo.com

2006-02-26, 12:55 pm

Pig wrote:
> an intoxicating projection from your mind that I can really empathise with!
> . . .
> :-)

Good you can empathize with this.

The inspiration for this was of course not anything in my mind but
rather a real person outside of me.

Keats said that the way toward intelligence is making one's mind
thoroughfare for all thoughts. What I did here was play Keats and take
poetic lines and ideas from everyone from Blake to Shakespeare to
Frost, Dickenson, Tsvetaeva, Byron, Yeats and of course Keats, and
redintegrate them around my own inspiration & take them to my own
place.

They do that in science and music and literature and philosophy. I
think that poetry is a good forum for that as well.

There are three ways to come up with something new. One is to make it
from scratch; another is to combine existing things in new ways; and
another is taking what exists and build on it.

I like to do all three, and I hope others do likewise.

Ilya Shambat.[vbcol=seagreen]
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