Mautet

Cannonball - Primitive
************************************************************ **** Behold, it comes in might, The power that is not power, The light that is in darkness, The shade in dazzling light.It is joy that never spoke, And grief unfelt, profound, Immortal life unlived, Eternal death unmourned.It is not joy nor sorrow, But that which is between, It is not night nor morrow, But that which joins them in.It is sweet rest in music, And pause in sacred art; The silence between speaking; Between two fits of passion- It is the calm of heart.It is beauty never seen, And love that stands alone, It is song that lives un-sung, And knowledge never known.It is death between two lives, And lull between two storms, The void whence rose creation, And that where it returns.To it the tear-drop goes, To spread the smiling form. It is the Goal of Life, And Peace-its only home! .....Swami Vivekananda ------------------------------------------------------------ -----------------------------------------------------Sympath y-----I know what the caged bird feels. Ah me, when the sun is bright on the upland slopes, when the wind blows soft through the springing grass and the river floats like a sheet of glass, when the first bird sings and the first bud ops, and the faint perfume from its chalice steals. I know what the caged bird feels.-----I know why the caged bird beats his wing till its blood is red on the cruel bars, for he must fly back to his perch and cling when he fain would be on the bow aswing. And the blood still throbs in the old, old scars and they pulse again with a keener sting. I know why he beats his wing.-----I know why the caged bird sings. Ah, me, when its wings are bruised and its bosom sore. It beats its bars and would be free. It's not a carol of joy or glee, but a prayer that it sends from its heart's deep core, a plea that upward to heaven it flings. I know why the caged bird sings.........Paul Laurence Dunbar (1872-1906)
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