I love your site, every single page of it.
Glad that I read your pages

Thank You.

THANK YOU for all the beautiful and amazing comments you left on my blog – By Little and By Little.

The poems! So wonderful.

I am putting a link to your blog on mine if you don’t mind. What a treasure I have discovered!!!! It feels like Christmas morning. I’m so glad to be able to share it with others. I know so many people who will just love it.

I want to send you a calendar from our school. Can you send me your address?

Thanks,

Jo

As I like also the ode from Adam Michiewicz :

“ode to
Friendship (or is it Love)? ”

Uncertainty When I don’t see you, I do not sigh nor cry
My faculties and senses do not go away;
Yet when you are not here for an hour or two,
Someone seems missing, and that someone is you.
And the heart below asks the mind above:
Is this friendship, or is this love?
I’ve never considered, though I’ve suffered much,
Laying down my weary head for your calming touch;
Without aim or purpose, I walk and I roam,
Not understanding, how I arrive at your home;
And when I enter, the heart below asks the mind above:
Is this friendship, or is this love?
When you are away, I cannot picture
How exactly formed is your face and figure;
Yet, despite myself, and to a great degree,
You always seem so dear to my memory.
And again the heart below asks the mind above:
Is this friendship, or is this love?
I’d spare my life for yours to be well;
For your peace of mind I’d descend even to hell;
Yet I have no sense of duty which is decreeing
I must be your peace of mind or your well-being.
And again the heart below asks the mind above:
Is this friendship, or is this love?

Marek Grechuta’s -(December 10, 1945 Zamość, Poland – October 9, 2006 Kraków) musical version is here

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=krksWron54w&feature=related

Thank you for giving me this opportunity to say .. thanks once more.

Hello! Fleur has left a beautiful poem, so achingly beautiful that its beauty is etched in its darkness. Its a poem resplendent in its inner beauty , its like watching a contour of light seeping thru the dark shadow.

This is a beautiful POem by another Polish Poet Czelaw MIlosz

Love

Love means to learn to look at yourself
The way one looks at distant things
For you are only one thing among many.
And whoever sees that way heals his heart,
Without knowing it, from various ills—
A bird and a tree say to him: Friend.

Then he wants to use himself and things
So that they stand in the glow of ripeness.
It doesn’t matter whether he knows what he serves:
Who serves best doesn’t always understand.

Czeslaw Milosz

In my opinion, in such a way it can be related to any situation in life,
we are actors and/or witnesses, we can look, but can we see ??

The Kindness of the Blind

A poet is reading to the blind.
He did not suspect it was so hard.
His voice is breaking.
His hands are shaking.
He feels that here each sentence
is put to the test of the dark.
It will have to fend for itself,
without the lights or colors.
A perilous adventure
for the stars in his poems,
for the dawn, the rainbow, the clouds, neon lights, the moon,
for the fish until now so silver under water,
and the hawk so silently high in the sky.
He is reading — for it is too late to stop –
of a boy in a jacket yellow in the green meadow,
of red rooftops easy to spot in the valley,
the restless numbers on the players’ shirts,
and a nude stranger in the door cracked open.
He would like to pass over — though it’s not an option –
all those saints on the cathedral’s ceiling,
that farewell wave from the train window,
the microscope lens, ray of light in the gem,
video screens, and mirrors, and the album with the faces.
Yet great is the kindness of the blind,
great their compassion and generosity.
They listen, smile, and clap.
One of them even approaches
with a book held topsy-turvy
to ask for an invisible autograph.

Wislawa Szymborska

Translated from the Polish by J. Kostkowska

I think the banner is interesting. It reminds of the Atelier of Francis Bacon( famous modern painter from London). His studio could be described in one word CHAOS. He said” its CHAOS that inspires me. CHAOS doesn’t mean being dirty.”

But in the background colours , i would rather have various shades of Greys. MAy be because BLACK is mutation and Grey scale is Entropy. NOT Navy Blue. The Red Dots and the sky and teal blues are fine.
PLease refer to this link of Francis Bacon Studio
http://www.hughlane.ie/fb_studio/index.html

I liked Ashish’s coment on shoe that fits.

Congratulations sir!! your are a good person with good thoughts on most of the things and for most people … and one is looking forward to share your goodness thru your Blog. Please write and Be Happy

One Mr. B.K. Frantzis wrote:
“When the shoe fits the foot, the shoe is forgotten, and one just walks, easily and comfortably”

Felicitations on your new Blog, which Max rightly pointed out as your 12 Bedroom Victorian Apartment in may be the Upper East Side of New York.

So finally the Blog is out of the womb of wordpress… To this abode of Intellectual Churning, to this platform of Symposia, I would like to send you this beautiful poetry

Infant Joy
by William Blake

“I have no name:
I am but two days old.”
What shall I call thee?
“I happy am,
Joy is my name.”
Sweet joy befall thee!

Pretty joy!
Sweet joy, but two days old.
Sweet Joy I call thee:
Thou dost smile,
I sing the while;
Sweet joy befall thee!

In my page ‘Mindspace’ I have communicated the objective of sharing and reproducing what inspires me.

Once again, thanks for you care and warmth.

-Entropy