9/29/2010

Anima mundi

The world soul (Greek: ψυχή κόσμου, Latin: Anima mundi) has been a component of several systems of thought. Its proponents claim that it permeates the cosmos and animates all matter, just as the soul animates the human body. The idea originated with Plato and was an important component of most.

Neoplatonic systems:
 Therefore, we may consequently state that: this world is indeed a living being endowed with a soul and intelligence ... a single visible living entity containing all other living entities, which by their nature are all related.


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9/23/2010

23/09/2010/ WELCOME AUTUMN/


Falling Leaves - song for Autumn
performed by M.Tallstrom



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9/22/2010

Farewell To Summer - 22/09/2010

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Farewell To Summer

Farewell to summer's azure sky,
Rays of lustrous sunlight,
Fluffy, white clouds floating by,
The scintillating stars at night.

Farewell to Summer's sandy shore,
The pinnacle of the shade trees,
The clear, rushing water of a creek,
The rolling waves of the surging seas.

Farewell to Summer's whispery rain,
Intermittent breezes that come and go,
Many birds in regularly recurring song,
Nocturnal beetles with bodies aglow.

Farewell to Summer's multiple activities,
Reunions, vacations, entertainment and more,
Summer delighted us with blessings like these -
Memorable thoughts of Summer days to store.

Joseph T. Renaldi

9/18/2010

Little Polar Bear

Little Polar Bear
White as the snow
Sat on the ice
Near the cold water's flow.
I am hungry, he said
and made a wish
Then stuck in his paw
And pulled out a fish!
(Collection of Arctic Bear Poems)

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9/14/2010

To Autumn

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... `The spirits of the air live on the smells
Of fruit; and Joy, with pinions light, roves round
The gardens, or sits singing in the trees.'
Thus sang the jolly Autumn as he sat;
Then rose, girded himself, and o'er the bleak
Hills fled from our sight; but left his golden load...

 by William Blake

9/03/2010

Buffalo Dusk

Buffalo Dusk
by Carl Sandburg

The buffaloes are gone.
And those who saw the buffaloes are gone.
Those who saw the buffaloes by thousands
and how they pawed the prairie sold into dust with their hoofs,
their great heads down pawing on in a great pageant of dusk,
Those who saw the buffaloes are gone.
And the buffaloes are gone.



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