Tips for a Better Life
1. Take a 10-30 minute walk every day. And while you
walk, smile. It is the ultimate anti-depressant.

2. Sit in silence for at least 10 minutes each day. Buy
a lock if you have to.

3. Buy a DVR and tape your late night shows and get
more sleep.

4. When you wake up in the morning complete the
following statement, 'My purpose is to __________
today.'

5. Live with the 3 E's -- Energy, Enthusiasm, and
Empathy.

6. Play more games and read more books than you did in
2007.

7. Make time to practice meditation, yoga, tai chi, and
prayer. They provide us with daily fuel for our busy
lives.

8. Spend time with people over the age of 70 and under
the age of 6.

9. Dream more while you are awake.

10. Eat more foods that grow on trees and plants and
eat less food that is manufactured in plants.

11. Drink green tea and plenty of water.. Eat
blueberries, wild Alaskan salmon, broccoli, almonds &
walnuts.

12. Try to make at least three people smile each day.

13. Clear clutter from your house, your car, your desk
and let new and flowing energy into your life.

14. Don't waste your precious energy on gossip, energy
vampires, issues of the past, negative thoughts or
things you cannot control. Instead invest your energy
in the positive present moment.

15. Realize that life is a school and you are here to
learn. Problems are simply part of the curriculum that
appear and fade away like algebra class but the lessons
you learn will last a lifetime.

16. Eat breakfast like a king, lunch like a prince and
dinner like a college kid with a maxed out charge card.

17. Smile and laugh more.

18. Life isn't fair, but it's still good.

19. Life is too short to waste time hating anyone.

20. Don't take yourself so seriously. No one else does.

21. You don't have to win every argument. Agree to
disagree.

22. Make peace with your past so it won't spoil the
present.

23. Don't compare your life to others'. You have no
idea what their journey is all about.

24. No one is in charge of your happiness except you.

25. Frame every so-called disaster with these words:
'In five years, will this matter?'

26. Forgive everyone for everything.

27. What other people think of you is none of your
business.

28. GOD heals almost everything.

29. However good or bad a situation is, it will
change.

30. Your job won't take care of you when you are sick.
Your friends will. Stay in touch.

31. Get rid of anything that isn't useful, beautiful or
joyful.

32. Envy is a waste of time. You already have all you
need.

33. The best is yet to come.

34. No matter how you feel, get up, dress up and show
up.

35. Do the right thing!

36. Call your family often. (Or email them to death!!!)
Hey I'm thinking of ya!

37. Each night before you go to bed complete the
following statements: I am thankful for __________.
Today I accomplished _________.

38. Remember that you are too blessed to be stressed.

39. Enjoy the ride. Remember this is not Disney World
and you certainly don't want a fast pass. You only have
one ride through life so make the most of it and enjoy
the ride.

40. Please Forward this to everyone you care about.

May your troubles be less, May your blessings be more,
May nothing but happiness come through your door!

This post has been edited by diceman: Feb 23 2008, 01:06 PM

To those who love
and ask nothing in return



JOHN BOYLE O’REILLY [1844 - 1890]


A White Rose

The red rose whispers of passion,
and the white rose breathes of love;
O the red rose is a falcon,
And the white rose is a dove.
But I send you a cream-colored rosebud
With a flush on its petal tips;
For the love that is purest and sweetest
Has a kiss of desire on its lips.

SAROJINI NAIDU [1879 - 1949]


An Indian Love Song


He
Lift up the veils that darken the delicate moon
of thy glory and grace,
Withhold not, O love, from the night
of my longing the joy of thy luminous face,
Give me a spear of the scented keora
guarding thy pinioned curls,
Or a silken thread from the fringes
that trouble the dream of thy glimmering pearls;
Faint grows my soul with thy tresses’ perfume
and the song of thy anklets’ caprice,
Revive me, I pray, with the magical nectar
that dwells in the flower of thy kiss.

She

How shall I yield to the voice of thy pleading,
how shall I grant the prayer,
Or give thee a rose-red silken tassel,
a scented leaf from my hair?
Or fling in the flame of thy heart’s desire
the veils that cover my face,
Profane the law of my father’s creed for a foe
of my father’s race?
Thy kinsmen have broken our sacred alters
and slaughtered our sacred kine,
The feud of old faiths and the blood of old battles
sever thy people and mine.
He
What are the sins of my race, Beloved,
what are my people to thee?
And what are thy shrines, and kine and kindred,
what are thy gods to me?















Love recks not of feuds and bitter follies,
of stranger, comrade or kin,
Alike in his ear sound the temple bells
and the cry of the muezzin.
For love shall cancel the ancient wrong
and conquer the ancient rage.
Redeem with his tears the memoried sorrow
that sullied a bygone age.

Are You There?
Each lover has some theory of his own
About the difference between the ache
Of being with his love, and being alone;
Why what, when dreaming, is dear flesh and bone
That really stirs the senses, when awake,
Appears a simulacrum of his own.
Narcissus disbelieves in the unknown;
He cannot join his image in the lake
So long as he assumes he is alone.
The child, the waterfall, the fire, the stone,
Are always up to mischief, though, and take
The universe for granted as their own.
The elderly, like Proust, are always prone
To think of love as a subjective fake;
The more they love, the more they feel alone.
Whatever view we hold, it must be shown
Why every lover has a wish to make
Some kind of otherness his own:
Perhaps, in fact, we never are alone.

KENNETH PATCHEN [1911 - 1972]

As We Are So Wonderfully Done


As we are so wonderfully done with each other
We can walk into our separate sleep
on floors of music where the milkwhite
cloak of childhood lies
Oh my love, my golden lark, my soft long doll
Your lips have splashed my dull house with print of flowers
My hands are crooked where they
spilled over your dear curving
It is good to be weary from the brilliant work
It is being God to feel your breathing under me
A waterglass on the bureau fills with morning…..
Don’t let anyone in to wake us

STEPHEN FOSTER [1826 – 1864]
Beautiful Dreamer
Beautiful dreamer, awake unto me,
Starlight and dewdrops are waiting for thee;
Sounds of the rude world heard in the day,
Lull’d by the moonlight have all pass’d away!
Beautiful dreamer, queen of my song,
List while I woo thee with soft melody;
Gone are the cares of life’s busy throng.
Beautiful dreamer, awake unto me!
Beautiful dreamer, awake unto me!
Beautiful dreamer, out on the sea,
Mermaids are haunting the wild lorelie;
Over the streamlet vapors are borne,
Waiting to fade at the bright coming morn.
Beautiful dreamer, beam on my heart,
E’en as the morn on the streamlet and sea;
Then will all clouds of sorrow depart,
Beautiful dreamer, awake unto me!

lovely

SNOW

this one is for Snow

GIACOMO PUCCINI [1858 – 1924]

Snow

AND THE STARS WERE SHINING, from opera Tosca
And the stars were shining . . .
The earth smelt sweet . . .
The garden gate creaked . . .
And a footstep brushed the sand.
She entered, fragrant,
And fell into my arms.
O soft kisses, tender caresses,
While I, all a-quiver,
Unveiled her lovely features!
Vanished forever is my dream of love . . .
That time has fled
And I die in despair.
Never have I loved life so dearly!

Thank diceman,

That nice of you, lovely

SNOW

snow have a super day!

rhis one is for all MMG members


HILDA DOOLITTLE [1886 – 1961]

from Eros

My mouth is wet with your life,
my eyes blinded with your face,
a heart itself which feels
the intimate music.
My mind is caught,
dimmed with it,
(where is love taking us?)
my lips are wet with your life.
In my body were pearls cast,
shot with Ionian tints, purple,
vivid through the white

CARL SANDBURG [1878 – 1967]
Explanations of Love
There is a place where love begins and a place
where love ends.
There is a touch of two hands that foils
all dictionaries.
There is a look of eyes fierce as a big Bethlehem
open-house furnace or a little green-eyed
acetylene torch.
There are single careless bywords portentous as
the big bend in the Mississippi River.
Hands, eyes, bywords—out of these love makes
battlegrounds and workshops.
There is a pair of shoes love wears
and the coming is a mystery.
There is a warning love sends and the cost of it
is never written till long afterward.
There are explanations of love in all languages
and not one found wiser than this:
There is a place where love begins and a place
where love ends—and love asks nothing.

OU-YANG HSIU [1007 – 1072]

Faint Thunder Drifts beneath the Willow

Faint thunder drifts . . .
beneath the willow,
rain upon the pool.
The sound of rain,
and rain again from lotus leaves.
The western eaves of this small place
cut through the rainbow.
I leaned on the rail and waited
for the moon to bloom.
A swallow flew and perched
to peer in at the ridgepole.
The moon, jade hook,
hung from the curtain rod.
No waves on water,
still waves, the wrinkles of the coverlet.
Behind the crystal screen, two pillows:
on one, a hairpin fell.

CLAUDE MCKAY [1890 – 1948]

Flower of Love
The perfume of your body dulls my sense.
I want not wine nor weed; your breath alone
Suffices. In this moment rare and tense
I worship at your breast. The flower is blown
The saffron petals tempt my amorous mouth,
The yellow heart is radiant now with dew
Soft-scented, redolent of my loved South;
O flower of love! I give myself to you.
Uncovered on your couch of figured green,
Here let us linger indivisible.
The portals of your sanctuary unseen
Receive my offering, yielding unto me.
Oh, with our love the night is warm and deep!
The air is sweet, my flower, and sweet the flute
Whose music lulls our burning brain to sleep,
While we lie loving, passionate and mute.

AUTHOR UNKNOWN
Fulfillment
Lo, I have opened unto you the
gates of my being,
And like a tide, you have flowed
into me.
The innermost recesses of my spirit
are full of you
And all the channels of my soul
are grown sweet with your presence
For you have brought me peace;
the peace of great tranquil waters,
And the quiet of the summer sea.
Your hands are filled with peace as
The noon-tide is filled with light;
about your head is bound the eternal
Quiet of the stars, and in your heart
dwells the calm miracle of twilight.
I am utterly content.
In all my being is no ripple of unrest
for I have opened unto you the
Wide gates of my being
and like a tide, you have flowed into me.

JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY [1849 – 1916]

Her Beautiful Hands
O your hands—they are strangely fair!
Fair—for the jewels that sparkle there,—
Fair—for the witchery of the spell
That ivory keys alone can tell;
But when their delicate touches rest
Here in my own do I love them best,
As I clasp with eager, acquisitive spans
My glorious treasure of beautiful hands!
Marvelous—wonderful—beautiful hands!
They can coax roses to bloom in the strands
Of your brown tresses; and ribbons will twine,
Under mysterious touches of thine,
Into such knots as entangle the soul
And fetter the heart under such a control
As only the strength of my love understands—
My passionate love for your beautiful hands.
As I remember the first fair touch
Of those beautiful hands that I love so much,
I seem to thrill as I then was thrilled,
Kissing the glove that I found unfilled—
When I met your gaze, and the queenly bow,
As you said to me, laughingly, “Keep it now!”. . .
And dazed and alone in a dream I stand,
Kissing this ghost of your beautiful hand.
When first I loved, in the long ago,
And held your hand as I told you so—
Pressed and caressed it and gave it a kiss
And said “I could die for a hand like this!”
Little I dreamed love’s fullness yet
Had to ripen when eyes were wet
And prayers were vain in their wild demands
For one warm touch of your beautiful hands.

It's wonderful

SNOW

True.

what about this one?


ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING [1806 - 1861]
[b]How Do I Love Thee?
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of every day’s
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints! — I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life! — and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.[/b]

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