Are you ready for today’s adventures? They’re waiting for you. Who knows where they will carry you. Be open to surprises, new people, and new knowledge. Everything that is coming to you today will help prepare you for tomorrow. Free up your inner child and go after this day with gusto. If disappointment hits, shake it off and go on to the next adventure. Who knows how many dragons you’ll slay or secret treasures you find. Perhaps your muse will knock at your door and crank your creativity up a couple of notches. Today is yours. Don’t miss a minute of it.
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Today’s Poem ~ As Once The Winged Energy Of Delight
As Once The Winged Energy Of Delight
Rainer Maria Rilke
As once the winged energy of delight
carried you over childhood’s dark abysses,
now beyond your own life build the great
arch of unimagined bridges.Wonders happen if we can succeed
in passing through the harshest danger;
but only in a bright and purely granted
achievement can we realize the wonder.
carried you over childhood’s dark abysses,
now beyond your own life build the great
arch of unimagined bridges.Wonders happen if we can succeed
in passing through the harshest danger;
but only in a bright and purely granted
achievement can we realize the wonder.
To work with Things in the indescribable
relationship is not too hard for us;
the pattern grows more intricate and subtle,
and being swept along is not enough.
Take your practiced powers and stretch them out
until they span the chasm between two
contradictions…For the god
wants to know himself in you.
Today’s Poem ~ Solitude
Solitude
Anna Akhmatova
So many stones have been thrown at me,
That I’m not frightened of them anymore,
And the pit has become a solid tower,
Tall among tall towers.
I thank the builders,
May care and sadness pass them by.
From here I’ll see the sunrise earlier,
Here the sun’s last ray rejoices.
And into the windows of my room
The northern breezes often fly.
And from my hand a dove eats grains of wheat…
As for my unfinished page,
The Muse’s tawny hand, divinely calm
And delicate, will finish it.
That I’m not frightened of them anymore,
And the pit has become a solid tower,
Tall among tall towers.
I thank the builders,
May care and sadness pass them by.
From here I’ll see the sunrise earlier,
Here the sun’s last ray rejoices.
And into the windows of my room
The northern breezes often fly.
And from my hand a dove eats grains of wheat…
As for my unfinished page,
The Muse’s tawny hand, divinely calm
And delicate, will finish it.
