“When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. But when I became a man, I set aside childish ways.” 1 Corinthians 13:11
“We are tied, all our days and for the greater part of our days, to the commonplace. That is where contact with great thinkers, great literature helps. In their company we are still in the ordinary world, but it is the ordinary world transfigured and seen through the eyes of wisdom and genius. And some of their vision becomes our own.” Robert Maynard Hutchins
One of my
favorite books is ‘Great Expectations’ by Charles Dickens. I admit that when I first started to read it,
I almost put it down because it seemed a bit childish… yet the language and the
spirit of the book appealed to me. I
love the book now because out of the seeming commonplace, the world is
transformed … and I become a part of it.
Sunrays light up greeny
tops of the alley
Vigorous puffs blow all
over your face
The soul of yours makes a
shot through the air
Cherishing out all sounds
and smells
Floating over mysterious
clouds
Trying to touch some
unreachable heights
Breathing it over amazed
and astounded
Leaving all daily
requirements behind
Getting your mind and your
body united
Grasping upon something
really immense
Taking a gulp of
enchanting and boundless
Listening in to
inexplicable bells.
By:
Gulnara
Karimova
I’m fascinated by the
stars; I love to walk on a dark night and look at the stars. My favorite constellation is the Big
Dipper... seven stars equal the seven letters of each on my names: I was born
on 21 May... I straddle Taurus and Gemini but I’m a Gemini in most charts … I sit
on my magic carpet and fly away into the dark of space, towards any galaxy or
star that I wish. The laws of physics do
not chain me… take that Einstein. In my
magic carpet, there are no bounds. The
music undulates as the carpet flies into the stars and I sit in wonderment and
joy… No limits… No limits… The road
leads on forever…
A dreamy silence told me
That we bypassed the sun
And understood the heaven…
Alas, it is undone
By: Gulnara
Karimova
How many times have you
travelled the same road home? Work? Life? Think of it.
Everyday on the same road. Yet today
when I travelled on a different road, a truck overturned in the middle of
it. Traffic was at a standstill. Perhaps repetition has a quality and a reason
of its own.
When desiring spring
oftentimes
Skies meet autumn without
any reason
It's so hard to conceive
space of love
And to measure forlorness
of seasons
Every day is a step in
your life
Every blink is eternal in
value
And your soul should truly
apply
All your feelings to pass
through the valley
It's the valley of
promising drives
It's the valley of endless
surprises
It's the valley of
terminal love
It's the valley of our
blunders.
By: Gulnara
Karimova
They say time cannot be bought.
But I say time does not matter if it ever did. I agree with Vincent Van Gogh’s observation:
“At one time
the earth was supposed to be flat. Well,
so it is, even today from Paris to Asnières.
But that fact doesn’t prevent science from proving that the earth as a
whole is spherical. No one nowadays
denies it. Well… we are still at the
state of believing that life itself it flat, the distance from birth to
death. Yet the probability is that life,
too, is spherical and much more extensive and capacious than the hemisphere
that we know.”
I feel the call in my
heart… my soul... I feel the wind on my face… I am no longer chained to a rock like
Prometheus… No, I feel like Prometheus unchained! The rebirth of life is seen in the bud of a
redwood tree: young, small, tender; a sapling which will grow into a majestic
redwood tree. That is among the greatest
laws of nature, the survival of the weakest.
A child who does
not play is not a child, but the man who doesn't play has lost forever the
child who lived in him and who he will miss terribly. Pablo Neruda
Here’s to
the spherical life…
By: Homeless with a Laptop, That is my Name
Бездомные с ноутбуком, это мое имя
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