'Would you tell me, please, which way I ought to go from here?' 'That depends a good deal on where you want to get to,' said the Cat. 'I don't much care where—' said Alice. 'Then it doesn't matter which way you go,' said the Cat." — Lewis Carroll in Alice in Wonderland


And it does not matter which way you go...




Monday, May 31, 2010

Desiderata

Go placidly amid the noise and the haste,
and remember what peace there may be in silence.

As far as possible, without surrender,
be on good terms with all persons.
Speak your truth quietly and clearly;
and listen to others,
even to the dull and the ignorant;
they too have their story.

Avoid loud and aggressive persons;
they are vexatious to the spirit.
If you compare yourself with others,
you may become vain or bitter,
for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.

Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.
Keep interested in your own career, however humble;
it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.

Exercise caution in your business affairs,
for the world is full of trickery.
But let this not blind you to what virtue there is;
many persons strive for high ideals,
and everywhere life is full of heroism.

Be yourself. Especially do not feign affection.

Neither be cynical about love,
for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment,
it is as perennial as the grass.

Take kindly the counsel of the years,
gracefully surrendering the things of youth.
Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune.
But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings.
Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.

Beyond a wholesome discipline,
be gentle with yourself.
You are a child of the universe
no less than the trees and the stars;
you have a right to be here.
And whether or not it is clear to you,
no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.

Therefore be at peace with God,
whatever you conceive Him to be.
And whatever your labors and aspirations,
in the noisy confusion of life,
keep peace in your soul.

With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams,
it is still a beautiful world.

Be cheerful. Strive to be happy.


Max Ehrmann, poet & lawyer

I'm Planning

Sunday, May 30, 2010

The Distracted Centipede

A centipede was happy quite,
Until a frog in fun
Said, "Pray, which leg comes after which?"
This raised her mind to such a pitch,
She lay distracted in the ditch

Considering how to run.

-www.wonderingminstrels.blogspot.com

Saturday, May 29, 2010

Crave
that which hurts the most.
The pain is addictive
At least
you can still feel
Something.
Fall
Into a sleepless slumber
Dream
of dreams that belong to strangers
Bound and trapped and shackled
Wake up
to wounded lust
and crave for what is not ours for the taking
Try
To wash the sins away
Burn
Those memories
Erase the thoughts

But its too late
The deed is done
The writings on the wall 

flamen dialis

Friday, May 28, 2010

menthol cloves [have nothing to do with this post]

Moments of clarity, when we step back from ourselves and see the mechanisms of our lives; the pattern of behavior, the needs that inform our decisions.

The ironic truth is that this understanding doesn’t make our actions any more effective.

But it can make use self-conscious.

We become awkward, our knowledge making us move out of step.

We slip away from the rhythm and rut of the life around us when our natural inclination is to fall in line; the people about us sense the change, adjusting course to avoid anything that threatens the routine they’ve so carefully crafted to insulate themselves.

Still.

Still, all in all, I’ll take perspective over comfort.

Posted in General Musings on March 7th, 2010 by D'jaevle

Thursday, May 27, 2010

The Stairs That Lead To Nowhere

Steep and dressed in dark green leaves
Leading up to turquoise tinged skies
The stairs that lead to nowhere

I stood at the foot
And wondered
Long and hard and deep
What could await me at the top?

The stairs that lead to nowhere
Looked tempting, curious and welcoming
“Come climb me and see
The gifts for you I bear”

“A promise of bright skies and birds and fresh air
You will be happy and content.”
“Come take that first step”
Said the stairs that lead to nowhere

“But how will I know you aren’t lying?
Stairs that lead to nowhere
Could lead nowhere for me?”
“You wouldn’t know, you couldn’t see

Till you take that first step with me”.

flamen dialis

What Am I Really Looking For?

I know well what I am fleeing from but not what I am in search of.

~Michel de Montaigne

Wednesday, May 26, 2010

Next Destination- Bali



One well-deserved holiday, coming up!

Tuesday, May 25, 2010

Monday, May 24, 2010



I don’t love you
I just want to know you are always there
It doesn’t mean I love you

I don’t care for you
I just need to know if you have made it home
It doesn’t mean I care for you

I don’t want you
I just want you to want me
It doesn’t mean I want you

I don’t think about you
I just want you to call me sometime
It doesn’t mean I think about you

I don’t need you
I just have to know who you are with tonight
It doesn’t mean I need you

I don’t wait for you
I just like to stay up very very late
It doesn’t mean I wait for you

I don’t notice you
Just because I sense your sadness today
It doesn’t mean I notice you

I don’t wait for you to look my way
Just because I look at you
It doesn’t mean I wait for you to look my way

I don’t feel anything for you
It just stings when I see you with someone other than me
It doesn’t mean I feel anything for you

I don’t want anything from you
I only want you to know I am here
It doesn’t mean I want anything from you

So the best thing you can do for me
Is to leave me alone
When I look at you and you understand what I am trying to say

Turn around and for God’s sake, just walk away


flamen dialis

Saturday, May 22, 2010

I'm grateful :

1. That I am able to wake up and see the sun rise
2. That I can curl up in bed and hear the rain outside my window
3. For the wonderful friends that hold me up and keep me grounded
4. For the money in my pocket and the food on my plate
5. For the fact that I can walk along a beach and feel the sand between my toes
6.For the ability to embrace the pain of a setback and then the greater ability to pick up the pieces
7. That I have peace in my heart and dreams in my soul
8. That I can make those dreams a reality
9. That I am capable of loving and being loved in return
10. For the wonderful family that I call my own
11. For all my life's experiences, it has made me the person I am
12. For the  opportunity to smile and laugh and be merry and go home
13. For the strangers that I meet along life's journey that leave a mark on my soul
14. For the chance of a great tommorow

flamen dialis

Wednesday, May 19, 2010

"If you never talk to strangers, you may never make a friend, and a friendly looking stranger is no danger,” said the Big Bad Wolf to Little Red Riding Hood

Once upon a time there lived a little country girl, the prettiest creature who was ever seen.  This good woman had a little red riding hood made for her. It suited the girl so extremely well that everybody called her Little Red Riding Hood.


One day her mother, having made some cakes, said to her, "Go, my dear, and see how your grandmother is doing, for I hear she has been very ill. Take her a cake, and this little pot of butter."

As she was going through the wood, she met with a wolf, who had a very great mind to eat her up, but he dared not, because of some woodcutters working nearby in the forest. He asked her where she was going. The poor child, who did not know that it was dangerous to stay and talk to a wolf, said to him, "I am going to see my grandmother and carry her a cake and a little pot of butter from my mother."

"Does she live far off?" said the wolf

"Oh I say," answered Little Red Riding Hood; "it is beyond that mill you see there, at the first house in the village."

The wolf ran as fast as he could, taking the shortest path, and the little girl took a roundabout way, entertaining herself by gathering nuts, running after butterflies, and gathering bouquets of little flowers. It was not long before the wolf arrived at the old woman's house. He knocked at the door: tap, tap.

"Who's there?"

"Your grandchild, Little Red Riding Hood," replied the wolf, counterfeiting her voice; "who has brought you a cake and a little pot of butter sent you by mother."

The good grandmother, who was in bed, because she was somewhat ill, cried out, "Pull the bobbin, and the latch will go up."

The wolf pulled the bobbin, and the door opened, and then he immediately fell upon the good woman and ate her up in a moment. He then shut the door and got into the grandmother's bed, expecting Little Red Riding Hood, who came some time afterwards and knocked at the door: tap, tap.

"Who's there?"

Little Red Riding Hood, hearing the big voice of the wolf, was at first afraid; but believing her grandmother had a cold and was hoarse, answered, "It is your grandchild Little Red Riding Hood, who has brought you a cake and a little pot of butter mother sends you."

The wolf cried out to her, softening his voice as much as he could, "Pull the bobbin, and the latch will go up."

Little Red Riding Hood pulled the bobbin, and the door opened.

The wolf, seeing her come in, said to her, hiding himself under the bedclothes, "Put the cake and the little pot of butter upon the stool, and come get into bed with me."

Little Red Riding Hood took off her clothes and got into bed. She was greatly amazed to see how her grandmother looked in her nightclothes, and said to her,

"Grandmother, what big arms you have!"
"All the better to hug you with, my dear."
"Grandmother, what big legs you have!"
"All the better to run with, my child."
"Grandmother, what big ears you have!"
"All the better to hear with, my child."
"Grandmother, what big eyes you have!"
"All the better to see with, my child."
"Grandmother, what big teeth you have got!"
"All the better to eat you up with."

And, saying these words, this wicked wolf fell upon Little Red Riding Hood, and ate her all up.

Moral: Children, especially attractive, well bred young ladies, should never talk to strangers, for if they should do so, they may well provide dinner for a wolf. I say "wolf," but there are various kinds of wolves. There are also those who are charming, quiet, polite, unassuming, complacent, and sweet, who pursue young women at home and in the streets. And unfortunately, it is these gentle wolves who are the most dangerous ones of all.

-Charles Perrault-

My Quote for the Day

It is one of the blessings of old friends that you can afford to be stupid with them.


Ralph Waldo Emerson

                                                                                                        Love you...

Tuesday, May 18, 2010

Monday, May 17, 2010

Patch of Prudence

Let it rain, let it pour on me
If that’s how I Learn Love
Let it rain, let it pour on me

Let it drench, let it soak through me
If that’s the Direction to Divinity
Let it drench, let it soak through me

Let me feel the cold, let it chill my blood 
If that’s the reason I Realize Continuity
Let me feel the cold, let it chill my blood

Let me hear the thunder, let it deafen me
If that’s the Maze through Misery
Let me hear the thunder, let it deafen me

Let me stand alone, let it strengthen me
If that’s the lesson God Grants me
Let me stand alone
Alone but one with Thee

flamen dialis

Sunday, May 16, 2010

Sssshhh....


1 for Sorrow

2 for Joy

3 for Girls

4 for Boys

5 for Silver


                6 for Gold


7 for a Secret Never To Be Told


Resolution : To Let Go

Trying to forget someone you love is like trying to remember someone you have never met

Saturday, May 15, 2010

Without Obsession, Life is Nothing

Invictus

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.

-William Ernest Henley.-


1849–1903