“I think, just the exhilaration of flying. The freedom of the air. The freedom of flight. And you completely remove yourself from the world. And you can voluntarily remove yourself from all those…everything that’s near and dear to you. And you voluntarily return.”
“Some birds are not meant to be caged, that’s all. Their feathers are too bright, their songs too sweet and wild. So you let them go, or when you open the cage to feed them they somehow fly out past you. And the part of you that knows it was wrong to imprison them in the first place rejoices, but still, the place where you live is that much more drab and empty for their departure.”
― Stephen King,
Mehmet Murat ildan
“The moment when kite becomes free, it will fall down!”
― Mehmet Murat ildan
“Every time we walk along a beach some ancient urge disturbs us so that we find ourselves shedding shoes and garments or scavenging among seaweed and whitened timbers like the homesick refugees of a long war.” – Loren Eiseley
“Do not trap yourself into an owl’s hooting sound
where sad nights linger through the blackness of a hound”
― Munia Khan
Marionette, your dress is all wet Did someone leave you outside in the rain, Or is it the pain That makes all the puppet tears Roll down your cheek Or does the roof leak? Marionette, how could you forget? I told you your bright shining varnish Would peel And how does it feel With the bright rouge all faded and The smile almost cracked Now that you've come back? Back to the toy shop by Brandenburg Gate I hope not too late 'Cause my hands are much stiffer Than they were when first I Painted your eyes. Marionette, no you're not finished yet; I'll mend you and make you like new, Paint your eyes blue, And make you as young as I was myself, And there on the shelf... You'll sit till the Puppet Man Comes round again. ART GARFUNKEL
“Release”
PEARL JAM
I see the world
Oh dear dad
Can you see me now
I am myself
Like you somehow
I’ll ride the wave
Where it takes me
I’ll hold the pain
Release me
Oh dear dad
Can you see me now
I am myself
Like you somehow
I’ll wait up in the dark
For you to speak to me
I’ll open up
Release me
Release me
Release me
Release me
“THE PEACE OF WILD THINGS”
by Wendell BerryWhen despair grows in me
and I wake in the middle of the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting for their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.
It’s a strange world of language in which skating on thin ice can get you into hot water. ~Franklin P. Jones
foto- bellwood at nambucca heads 2013
Pelicans, deliberations finished,
Glide on my wings.
It’s time to say: Until we meet again
To the palmtree shore.What we saw – we saw,
What we heard – we heard – enough!
Twilight glides on pelican wings,
The sun sinks into the sea.
Leonardas Andriekus
FOTO – seagulls at bellwood nambucca heads
It was there that I found them:
the seagulls – the secret
of where they go at night.
Like snowfall on the road,
a tight-hooked rug of white fleece nubs:
no road, no verge, only birds.
“One minute I’m just another rabbit and happy about it, next minute whazaam, I’m thinking. That’s a major drawback if you’re looking for happiness as a rabbit, let me tell you. You want grass and sex, not thoughts like ‘What’s it all about, when you get right down to it?'”
(Terry Pratchett, Moving Pictures)
“Dance, when you’re broken open. Dance, if you’ve torn the bandage off. Dance in the middle of the fighting. Dance in your blood. Dance when you’re perfectly free.”
― Rumi
The key to freedom is in the Steps
foto – navy wharf eden nsw
Illawarra Mercury (Wollongong, NSW : 1856 – 1950), Saturday 17 January 1885,
George Bernard Shaw Getting Married, preface,’Hearth and Home’.
That sulphur-crested bird with great white wings, The wise, harsh bird - as old and wise as Time Whose well-dark eyes the wonder kept and closed. Rosemary Dobson
“Some birds are not meant to be caged, that’s all. Their feathers are too bright, their songs too sweet and wild. So you let them go, or when you open the cage to feed them they somehow fly out past you. And the part of you that knows it was wrong to imprison them in the first place rejoices, but still, the place where you live is that much more drab and empty for their departure.”
― Stephen King,
“Because to take away a man’s freedom of choice, even his freedom to make the wrong choice, is to manipulate him as though he were a puppet and not a person.”
― Madeleine L’Engle
Money is the string with which a sardonic destiny directs the motions of its puppets.
William Somerset Maugham
The Horsham Times (Vic. : 1882 – 1954), Tuesday 28 February 1933,
“There is a stubbornness about me that never can bear to be frightened at the will of others. My courage always rises at every attempt to intimidate me.”
― Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice
Sunday Times (Sydney, NSW : 1895 – 1930), Sunday 22 November 1903,
Emancipate yourself from mental slavery
A quote from Bob Marley, which means that in order for you to be truly free, you must not let others get inside your head and dictate how to live your life.
http://www.tattoo-models.net/100-best-tattoo-quotes/
Nothing but tolerance would change the course of her winds … Freedom, to unlock denial; freedom, that incorrigible weapon.
Vicki Viidikas
http://rochfordstreetreview.com/tag/australian-poetry/
‘the cloud skin’ of ‘the oldest wedgetail in the world’ with a ‘string of men … resting on the eagles wing’
ALI COBBY ECKERMANN
Colonial Times (Hobart, Tas. : 1828 – 1857), Friday 22 November 1850
The time will soon be here when my grandchild will long for the cry of a loon, the flash of a salmon, the whisper of spruce needles, or the screech of an eagle.
But he will not make friends with any of these creatures and when his heart aches with longing, he will curse me.
Have I done all to keep the air fresh?
Have I cared enough about the water?
Have I left the eagle to soar in freedom?
Have I done everything I could to earn my grandchild’s fondness?
– Chief Dan George, Tsleil-Waututh (1899 – 1981)
http://www.californiaindianeducation.org/inspire/traditional/
“Once I saw a chimpanzee gaze at a particularly beautiful sunset for a full 15 minutes, watching the changing colours and then retire to the forest without picking a pawpaw for supper.”
― Adriaan Kortlandt
The demon cried, waving its furry arms above his head like a demented orangutan.”
― Jana Oliver, Forsaken
By Amy Harris
Aged 12
Wild and free, catapulting from branch to branch
Fury and adorable just like a hairy human baby
Tucked away in the muscular arms of its parents
Kept away, safe and sound from the predators that trespass their tangled terrain.
Far in the distance a noise echoes through the leafy, plain and plaited planks, billions of age
Metal machines and enormous engines roar through the depths of the Borneo jungle
Devastating deforestation and animal cruelty are the least worries on the loggers mind.
Tick by the clock and chop goes the tree Crashed and trashed to then plant palm trees
A dollar a dead as this land is cleared and then reuse to plant the palm tree
The orange palm seed is then crushed and mashed into an oil only to be used for facial boils
Chocolates, cheeses and crackers this oil is made into
It is all a big secret, which only pleases the greedy smiles, who own those millions.
As this peaceful family hide away in their tree
A hunter snaps a twig and alarms the mother of its young
But before she can blink a bullet as fast as lightning is released into the humid air of the jungle
As she inhales her last gulp of air, it has hit her rough skin
Then she leaves this terrifying world to sleep in her anger and rage.
Leaving the young an orphan, helpless and hopeless in the big wide world
As he clutches his mother, he is pulled and thrown into the cold box of bars he could now call home
Like a dungeon of deep darkness and death.
All he hopes, as it looks into the red eyes of its mother’s killer, is that one day his race will be saved
by someone loving and kind. Will that be you he asks?
Extinction is forever.
http://www.orangutan.org.au/news/2013/man-of-the-forest-a-poem-to-save-orangutans
High-souled persons have only two states like that of a bunch of flowers; either they have to be on top of the whole world or they should wither away.
http://sanskrit-quote.blogspot.com.au/
in jail
there is neither flower
nor wine
what is a poet to do
when the night is so exquisite?
from the window
i gaze at the moonlight
while through the bars
the moon gazes back
at me
by Ho Chi Minh
(translated by Joe Dolce)
Men thirst before they drink ; but thirst Is after drinking at its worst.
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A mom, wife and professional's journey on recovering from addiction
ACoA Recovery Issues (adult-children of alcoholics & other narcissists)
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ever seeking a right-fit life
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