how can we not love
the mountain spring
of purest water
given by the earth sublime,
unparalled intensity
miraculous providence
unequalled perfections
intrinsically divine.
it, the spring itself,
prooves the generosity of supreme design.
the spring
15 Friday Feb 2008
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Nice poem.:up::smile:
The wonder of :Life (after what you belive)Life itselfWhat good has givenOr, as you say, the generosity of supreme design !THAT supreme design for me is :When i look up at the night sky, i thinkWhy is it, that we humans, are the only ones, that lives on a tiny tiny crusht, only max 30 miles wide, where ALL life is ???And that on a spinning bold doing 29.000 miles an hour ???IN an universe beieng 50 x 50 Square X-times ever expanding X miles, where whe only are a "pinpick" !That can only leave you ind (dont know the word) deep respect off "the beeing"Over and out from RuneSB
thanks stardancer
reverent might work… or mystified.
beautiful!!!! :yes:
it was late and i was tired and to lazy to post the little poem with an image as is my usual practice… but finally, i got around to adding an appropriate watercolor i did for the 2008 calendar.
Very interesting artwork. Has your watercolor some subliminal elements? I mean specifically, the area in the lower right. What is that?A pleasant poem.
no no no momable… there is no significance to the area to the right.the whole significance is in the heartfelt gratitude for the spring itself.
Okay. :up:
In your image, I see a man and a woman. 😀
you have good eyes.
Spring back, Life!Spring back, Love!Spring back, warmth, from winters bare.Spring back, hope, for summer's near.Nice one up there, Scott. Liked the poem, loved the painting. 🙂
Oh My!!!!Regarding the painting, I feel like it's…'find the picture time' and I could spend a night on here. Totally awesome, Scott!!
Beautiful poem and astounding painting!
thanks for the luxurious poem b. glad you like my post.jill, so glad you dropped in and appreciated the watercolor.lois, your comments are always welcome.
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funny, i didn't feel a thing. o.k. o.k. o.k. what are the rules… i'm on my way….
very cool, my brother in england… very cool. gave me chills.
how could we not loveyour verses or your partin bringing giftsdisplayed in art?how could we ignoreyour pen and brush,even the loudest stormwill cease, its thunder hushagainst the calm releaseof 'Scot-bro's form.write on, good `Scott-bro',write on and singquiet words that gushfrom thoughtswhose fountain is a mountain spring
Rudyard Kipling's renowned poem "IF" Here's the entire poem,bro'… it's wisdom shines out from every line:'if' by rudyard kiplingIf you can keep your head when all about youAre losing theirs and blaming it on you,If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,But make allowance for their doubting too;If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,Or being hated, don't give way to hating,And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:If you can dream – and not make dreams your master,If you can think – and not make thoughts your aim;If you can meet with Triumph and DisasterAnd treat those two impostors just the same;If you can bear to hear the truth you've spokenTwisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:If you can make one heap of all your winningsAnd risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,And lose, and start again at your beginningsAnd never breath a word about your loss;If you can force your heart and nerve and sinewTo serve your turn long after they are gone,And so hold on when there is nothing in youExcept the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,Or walk with kings – nor lose the common touch,If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,If all men count with you, but none too much;If you can fill the unforgiving minuteWith sixty seconds' worth of distance run,Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,And – which is more – you'll be a Man, my son!Rudyard Kipling (1865-1936):up:
thank you brother… dynamite. kipling is one of my heroes too. ever since seeing "kim" when i was six.i haven't read enough of his poetry. sure missed this one. i would have memorized it if i had ever come accross it. hmmm, 'if' "all dreams begin with 'if'." a. r. oragethere are a plethora of ifs in this poem which i would like to get 'under my belt' especially, "And never breath a word about your loss;" that would be more manly, i think. i will from this moment make it an exercise…. an alarm clock, when i catch myself seeking sympathy or choose to wear people out decrying my fate.you are cool loku, it is i who am honored by your brotherhood.
brother, i'm honored by you. those who read your blog, get to know about your life and how you "meet those two imposters Triumph and Disaster and treat them both the same". i hold on to Hope and this is a constant (amen). thanks dear bro':up:
well said… or well quoted, "meet those two imposters Triumph and Disaster and treat them both the same", from whense came this electrifying thought?
thank you, dear brother, it's gladdening to know you intend to study this great man's poem. as an aspiration it helps one to focus on taking each day as it comes, and i believe there is a lesson in Hope to be gleaned from his rich seam of sagacity. God help me to hold on to Hope and never allow Despair a permanent foothold. the same goes for you my my brother.
despair is the:devil::troll:
I have to say whilst I like thepoem I was really taken with the water color – like something is being breathed
you have a good eye… connected to your heart. so glad someone noticed the water in the picture.