Tuesday, 27 September 2011

The Feathers-meaning

Symbol meaning of feathers deal with ascension and spiritual evolution to a higher plane. Feathers were worn by Native American Chiefs to symbolize their communication with Spirit, and to express their celestial wisdom. Also in the Native American Indian culture, feathers represented the power of the thunder gods, along with the power of air and wind.

Native American Pueblo Indians would pay homage to the Feathered Sun which is a symbol of the cosmos and the center of existence. Another symbol meaning of feathers also revolves around prayer, and the Pueblo use feather sticks as they dance in prayer for rain during solstice rituals.
As a Celtic symbol meaning, the feather was worn by Druids in the form of ornate feathered robes. Celtic Druids donned these robes in ceremonies to invoke the sky gods and gain knowledge of the celestial realm. It was believed that the feathered cloak along with the presence of the sky gods would allow the Druid to transcend the earthly plane and enter the ethereal realm.
The Egyptians believed that feathers were symbolic of sky gods too. Ma'at, the Egyptian goddess of justice, would weigh the hearts of the newly dead in the underworld against the weight of a feather to determine the worthiness of his or her soul.
In Christianity feathers represented virtues. In fact, an image of three feathers were made into signet rings - each feather symbolizing Charity, hope, and faith. These rings were worn as a symbol of a virtuous soul - they were also used as wax seals. The ring would be dipped in warm wax then pressed against documents to seal the closure. The recipient would know the documents came from a virtuous man by the indication of the three-feather symbol in the wax.

The Poet VIII,Khalil Gilbran


The Poet VIII
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 He is a link between this and the coming world.
He is
A pure spring from which all thirsty souls may drink.


He is a tree watered by the River of Beauty, bearing
Fruit which the hungry heart craves;
He is a nightingale, soothing the depressed
Spirit with his beautiful melodies;
He is a white cloud appearing over the horizon,
Ascending and growing until it fills the face of the sky.
Then it falls on the flows in the field of Life,
Opening their petals to admit the light.
He is an angel, send by the goddess to
Preach the Deity's gospel;
He is a brilliant lamp, unconquered by darkness
And inextinguishable by the wind. It is filled with
Oil by Istar of Love, and lighted by Apollon of Music.


He is a solitary figure, robed in simplicity and
Kindness; He sits upon the lap of Nature to draw his
Inspiration, and stays up in the silence of the night,
Awaiting the descending of the spirit.


He is a sower who sows the seeds of his heart in the
Prairies of affection, and humanity reaps the
Harvest for her nourishment.


This is the poet -- whom the people ignore in this life,
And who is recognized only when he bids the earthly
World farewell and returns to his arbor in heaven.


This is the poet -- who asks naught of
Humanity but a smile.
This is the poet -- whose spirit ascends and
Fills the firmament with beautiful sayings;
Yet the people deny themselves his radiance.


Until when shall the people remain asleep?
Until when shall they continue to glorify those
Who attain greatness by moments of advantage?
How long shall they ignore those who enable
Them to see the beauty of their spirit,
Symbol of peace and love?
Until when shall human beings honor the dead
And forget the living, who spend their lives
Encircled in misery, and who consume themselves
Like burning candlles to illuminate the way
For the ignorant and lead them into the path of light?


Poet, you are the life of this life, and you have
Triumphed over the ages of despite their severity.


Poet, you will one day rule the hearts, and
Therefore, your kingdom has no ending.


Poet, examine your crown of thorns; you will
Find concealed in it a budding wreath of laurel.

Monday, 26 September 2011

Poem by E.B.Browning


Sonnets from the Portuguese iii
.
GO from me. Yet I feel that I shall stand
   Henceforward in thy shadow. Nevermore
   Alone upon the threshold of my door
Of individual life I shall command
The uses of my soul, nor lift my hand
   Serenely in the sunshine as before,
   Without the sense of that which I forbore--
Thy touch upon the palm. The widest land
Doom takes to part us, leaves thy heart in mine
   With pulses that beat double. What I do
And what I dream include thee, as the wine
   Must taste of its own grapes. And when I sue
God for myself, He hears that name of thine,
   And sees within my eyes the tears of two.

Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Joy and Sorrow chapter VIII by Khalil Gibran

Joy and Sorrow chapter VIII by Khalil Gibran:

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Then a woman said, "Speak to us of Joy and Sorrow."

And he answered:

Your joy is your sorrow unmasked.

And the selfsame well from which your laughter rises was oftentimes filled with your tears.

And how else can it be?

The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain.

Is not the cup that hold your wine the very cup that was burned in the potter's oven?

And is not the lute that soothes your spirit, the very wood that was hollowed with knives?

When you are joyous, look deep into your heart and you shall find it is only that which has given you sorrow that is giving you joy.

When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.

Some of you say, "Joy is greater than sorrow," and others say, "Nay, sorrow is the greater."

But I say unto you, they are inseparable.

Together they come, and when one sits alone with you at your board, remember that the other is asleep upon your bed.

Verily you are suspended like scales between your sorrow and your joy.

Only when you are empty are you at standstill and balanced.

When the treasure-keeper lifts you to weigh his gold and his silver, needs must your joy or your sorrow rise or fall.

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The Lover's Heart


          There is no time or place
for the lover's Heart only knows
this one breathless moment of Beauty
in the eyes of Her beloved face.
Hear the softly sharp sudden sound ascending.
It is the gasp of heart ecstasy shared
within the tear,
within rhis rent in the fragile ribbon of time.
'Tis the Feather light,first touch of lover's fingertips
as they brush Her blushing cheek.
Oh pray and end
to this long silent anticipation!
See now lips parting for want of Love starving!
Though no question has beed asked,
there is an answer in whisper soft kiss.
Fear gives sway to longing no more!
Joy gives way to rapturous abandon!
Fated and till fated they are,
lost in a sweet tangle of reunion
for they have been too long parted.
Centuries,eons have passed
as into these disparate roles
thay have been cast.
Yet,for these star crossed Souls
conjoined in the mists of Love and myth,
there is no time,
there is no space.
Where ever they do search
for that Beloved,familiar face
long sought without fruition
Heart break upon heartbreak
they have endured.
And in their sundered Hearts
they only know
the Beauty that is contained
within this one breathless moment
together!

To Nightingale2

Is there any of Your thoughts besides me still?
You have never left from my heart.I am not letting You go.I am too tired to change anything,not any more,not ever.
I do hope that You are happy..it is only thing that matters now,at least for me.
I do have problems each and every time when I come into my very own blog,this is not happy place for me..I have problems trying to avoid Your words..You knew I would remember them for eternally.
There is still one unsend Rose and one un taken feather laying down on our meadow.Aren't You going to take it never more??
Be blessed my beloved,be happy and fly without fear..i will never going to send anything alive towards Your direction.You will have to come here and take all You want.I am so sorry my love.I can not take anything back,but I would love to do it.
With love,without joy
eternally Your