Category Archives: TENDERNESS

“The true character of a society is revealed in how it treats its children.”

– Launch of the Blue Train, Worcester Station, Worcester, South Africa,  Sept. 27, 1997

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He who is not tender to his child shall find no 
tenderness in God to him.
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I’ve no spade to follow men like them’ Seamus Heaney

 

http://www.australianpoetry.org/2013/10/09/so-there-will-now-be-silence-when-we-call-seamus-heaneys-name/
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“Call a jack a jack. Call a spade a spade. But always call a whore a lady. Their lives are hard enough, and it never hurts to be polite.”

― Patrick Rothfuss, The Name of the Wind

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MAKING A GARDEN

‘Tis time to go with spade and hoe

Into the yard to toil.

The shattered sash and other trash

Help fertilise the soil.

The broken glass which we amass

Ere springtime makes its bow

Will come in fine, as I opine.

For good top dressing now.

1912 ‘MAKING A GARDEN.’, Camperdown Chronicle (Vic. : 1877 – 1954), 13 August, p. 5 Supplement: Unknown, viewed 25 February, 2014, http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article26122726

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空手把鉏頭         Empty-handed I go and yet the spade is in my hands;

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Everybody is waiting for cooler weather–and I am just waiting for you. (Bob Dylan in a letter)” ― Suze Rotolo,

A Freewheelin’ Time: Greenwich Village in the Sixties, Bob Dylan and Me

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Sometimes, no matter how much you want for things to happen, all you can do is wait

Enlightenment must come little by little-otherwise it would overwhelm. Idries Shah

http://www.katinkahesselink.net/sufi/quotes.html
CHINATOWN

 

foto of the bellinger river from chinatown in urunga nsw

Reflections by Noel Davis

http://www.liturgyritualprayer.com/

Meeting in being
Out with the land once more
with the mountains sitting all around
their fiery colours now fast asleep
but the sky wide awake
her stars rapt in the moon
close to the top of the night.
A jet day and a world away from the noise of
do and go
and the lights of illusion
listening to the desert quiet
calling me home.
Still . . .
so still
this land in shadow
deep in the Dreaming
not a word from the trees
not a sigh from the rocks
not a whisper from the dry grass
not a sound . . .
all about silent
meeting in being.

To avoid that run-down feeling, cross the streets carefully.

 

http://www.seekfind.net/WiseSayingsQuotesAndProverbs.html

EMPTY STREETS

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The church cars have gone—
this empty street needs you.
Clouds gather in the west,
bitumen drinks the sun
and everything is slow;
the dog deeply sleeping.
Tomorrow there are bills
to pay, a house to plaster,
but this stillness lingers
in the naked limbs of trees,
on the green and yellow grass.
This empty street needs you—
its sun-drenched gardens,
its music of cars.

Cameron Lowe’s ‘Sunday’,

Your tenderness has given me love to keep nigh

Tenderness, a poem by Helen Margaret Crutchett, Australia

http://www.voicesnet.org/displayonepoem.aspx?poemid=259893

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“What is Christmas? It is tenderness for the past, courage for the present, hope for the future. It is a fervent wish that every cup may overflow with blessings rich and eternal, and that every path may lead to peace.” 

Agnes M. Pharo 

“To hold, you must first open your hand. Let go”. Lao Tzu

http://sillysutras.com/surrender-quotes/

 

SURRENDER

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Nightfall, Dalat, Vietnam

Dusk slides down the gullet,
is devoured whole
by the mouth of transience,
does not exist:
the day, requited,
is clasped by ebony fingers,
surrenders smooth to waiting dark.

David Adès

http://friendlystreetpoets.org.au/?page_id=155

There’s no rage like old lady rage, just as there’s no tenderness like old lady tenderness.”

― Tina Howe, Pride’s Crossing

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You know she’s waiting
Just anticipating
For things that she’ll never never never never possess, yeah yeah
But while she’s there waiting, without them
Try a little tenderness (that’s all you gotta do)

The happiest asks directions, even though he knows the way.

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Once you make a journey to a near impossible destination, you get to realize how everything and anything is possible

― Luthfy Es-Haq

Judge tenderly of me.

― Emily Dickinson

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“If someone told me that I could live my life again free of depression provided I was willing to give up the gifts depression has given me–the depth of awareness, the expanded consciousness, the increased sensitivity, the awareness of limitation, the tenderness of love, the meaning of friendship, the appreciation of life, the joy of a passionate heart–I would say, ‘This is a Faustian bargain! Give me my depressions. Let the darkness descend. But do not take away the gifts that depression, with the help of some unseen hand, has dredged up from the deep ocean of my soul and strewn along the shores of my life. I can endure darkness if I must; but I cannot lie without these gifts. I cannot live without my soul.

― David Elkins, Beyond Religion: A Personal Program for Building a Spiritual Life Outside the Walls of Traditional Religion