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Coffee Break- Stillness~ A Quiet Morning

It’s a good morning when one can wake to a good book, a love poem, or the stillness of the morning. Time alone to ponder about one’s life, self, soul. 

Time for reflecting on our past, our journey at present, or future at a glance. Where we may be headed. Where we have come from. Who we love. Who we have loved. Take the morning and be still. Have a few good thoughts about your life. Where you’ve been, who you are, where you’re headed. Life is full of mystery, adventure, intrigue. Live, Love, Find happiness within your self. your life.

Grab some coffee/tea and make some time for you. Find beauty in the flowers, the sunrise/sunset. Beauty in the rain, snow, hillside. Beauty in quietness.

We Are Made One with What We Touch and See – Poem by Oscar Wilde

We are resolved into the supreme air,
We are made one with what we touch and see,
With our heart’s blood, each crimson sun is fair,
With our young lives each spring-impassioned tree
Flames into green, the wildest beasts that range
The moor our kinsmen are, all life is one, and all is change.

With beat of systole and of diastole
One grand great life throbs through earth’s giant heart,
And mighty waves of single Being roll
From nerve-less germ to man, for we are part
Of every rock and bird and beast and hill,
One with the things that prey on us, and one with what we kill. . . .

One sacrament are consecrate, the earth
Not we alone hath passions hymeneal,
The yellow buttercups that shake for mirth
At daybreak know a pleasure not less real
Than we do, when in some fresh-blossoming wood
We draw the spring into our hearts, and feel that life is good. . . .

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Is the light vanished from our golden sun,
Or is this daedal-fashioned earth less fair,
That we are nature’s heritors, and one
With every pulse of life that beats the air?
Rather new suns across the sky shall pass,
New splendour come unto the flower, new glory to the grass.

And we two lovers shall not sit afar,
Critics of nature, but the joyous sea
Shall be our raiment, and the bearded star
Shoot arrows at our pleasure! We shall be
Part of the mighty universal whole,
And through all Aeons mix and mingle with the Kosmic Soul!

We shall be notes in that great Symphony
Whose cadence circles through the rhythmic spheres,
And all the live World’s throbbing heart shall be
One with our heart, the stealthy creeping years
Have lost their terrors now, we shall not die,
The Universe itself shall be our Immortality!

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