Where Does Love Go?~by rldubour

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Where Does Love Go

Where does love go? When it goes away.
To the field of broken hearts where love does stay?
Where does love go? When it goes away.
I’ve asked this question can no one say?
Tell me someone for I just don’t know.
When love is gone, where did it go?
Where does it go? I do not see.
I thought love was for eternity.

Where does love go? When it goes away.
Intriguing question I have to say.
Where does love go? When it goes away.
In the book of life to use another day!
Tell me emotion, what did you say?
Love is gone but not far away?
Where is it gone? Tell me please.
Will it come back? For me to see?

Where does love go? When it goes away.
I can’t answer this question I must say.
To other hearts where love might…

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I write only for myself (Dostoevsky)

Every man has reminiscences which he would not tell every one but only to friends.

The great Russian writer Fyodor Dostoevsky reminisces about his past adventures and experiences and displays a deep insight of the human mind….read on

Biblioklept

Every man has reminiscences which he would not tell to every one, but only to his friends. He has other matters in his mind which he would not reveal even to his friends, but only to himself, and that in secret. But there are other things which a man is afraid to tell even to himself, and every decent man has a number of such things stored away in his mind. The more decent he is, the greater the number of such things in his mind. Anyway, I have only lately determined to remember some of my early adventures. Till now I have always avoided them, even with a certain uneasiness. Now, when I am not only recalling them, but have actually decided to write an account of them, I want to try the experiment whether one can, even with oneself, be perfectly open and not take fright at the…

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Bauls of Bengal

Karthik Das Baul, a renowned Baul singer from ...

Karthik Das Baul, a renowned Baul singer from Gushkara, Shantiniketan in West Bengal, part of the group Oikyotaan. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

The Bauls (pronounced bowls) are mystic minstrels living in rural Bangladesh and West Bengal, India. The Baul movement was at its peak in the nineteenth and early twentieth centuries. Their music and way of life have influenced a large segment of Bengali culture, and particularly the compositions of Nobel Prize laureate Rabindranath Tagore. 

Bauls live either near a village or travel from place to place and earn their living from singing to the accompaniment of the ektara, the lute dotara, a simple one-stringed instrument, and a drum called ‘dubki’. Bauls belong to an unorthodox devotional tradition, influenced by Hinduism, Buddhism, Bengali Vashnavism and Sufi Islam, yet distinctly different from them. Bauls neither identify with any organized religion nor with the caste system, special deities, temples or sacred places. Their emphasis lies on the importance of a persons physical body as the place where God resides. Bauls are admired for this freedom from convention as well as their music and poetry. Baul poetry, music, song and dance are devoted to finding human kinds relationship to God, and to achieving spiritual liberation. Their devotional songs can be traced back to the fifteenth century when they first appeared in Bengali literature. 

Baul music represents a particular type of folk song, carrying influences of Hindu bhakti movements as well as the shuphi, a form of Sufi song. Songs are also used by the spiritual leader to instruct disciples in Baul philosophy, and are transmitted orally.

The language of the songs is continuously modernized thus endowing it with contemporary relevance. 

The preservation of the Baul songs and the general context in which they are performed depend mainly on the social and economic situation of their practitioners, the Bauls, who have always been a relatively marginalized group. Moreover, their situation has worsened in recent decades due to the general impoverishment of rural Bangladesh.

WHITE WINTER

 

Love (Winter Song)

Love (Winter Song) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

It promises to be white winter
snow storms numbing out
our feelings of
tender and warm love!

We have to toil
forget the torn tatters of the past;
Let the morning mist embrace us
till the vapour becomes our existence!

Don’t think of the cold wind;
Get closer, get cosier,

Share the heat of
the spark in the heart,
light the fire of love;

Let the flames leap,
make a bonfire of pretensions;

Let naked desires melt
drop by drop
into sunshine
of a new summer!!

Video: Maya Angelou recites “And Still I Rise”

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In this video, Professor Angelou recites the title poem from her volume of poetry And Still I Rise, published in 1978.

Maya Angelou (born Marguerite Annie Johnson; April 4, 1928 – May 28, 2014) was an American author, poet, dancer, actress, and singer. She published seven autobiographies, three books of essays, and several books of poetry, and was credited with a list of plays, movies, and television shows spanning over 50 years. She received dozens of awards and more than 50 honorary degrees. Angelou is best known for her series of autobiographies which focus on her childhood and early adult experiences. The first, I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings (1969), which tells of her life up to the age of 17, brought her international recognition and acclaim.

She became a poet and writer after a series of occupations as a young adult, including fry cook, prostitute, nightclub dancer and…

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hello, lingering with desires

manningranch

Hello
lingering with desires and wants I return to you
persuaded by survivors wisdom i relinquish fear
grateful for your presence
temped to scream your praises for all to hear
I thank you
As we step forward through trials untold
as we accept what cannot be foretold
as we stand with strangers and share
as we seek your will in our darkest moments
I thank you
Grant me the wisdom to know
Grant me the peace with which to go
Grant me the strength to carry on
Grant me the will to continuously sing your song
I thank you
while she heals and accepts the next phase
while family comes to you again and again questions raised
while friends fight cancers first fears and frustrations arrival
while you guide each with prayers through each trial
I thank you
into our lives come pain
into our lives come strangers
into our…

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