The white page i think after rreadin most of coelho’s books is the page the is blank of your ideas and conflicts. It is the page that you don’t dare to record your conflicts and share them with others. It is the page that reflects your Light and shows your innder growth as a Warrior of light.
Before, i used to be pruod that being a white page means that i am peaceful and innocent… no this is not the case
I don’t understand the white page.
This is the first time afert one year of visits in thi blog.
I am surprised, but I will act like Maria of 11 Minutes.
I will ask.
Can anybody explain about the white page?
have a nice day.
Yes dear friends… it is how we perceive… sometimes what we see can elude… but if we listen to our hearts… (just take your thoughts down one level on the elevator)… we will surely learn the truth…
Love, Paul
PS: Dearest Annie, if you are following… I wish you health, happiness, and love throughout the coming year… and beyond
(and thank you dearest Thelma for the hint) Love, Paul
Never heard of him before, checked him up onto Wikipedia.
As a humanitarian ,that’s my kind of guy, looks pretty debonair, relax,hands in his pockets and all…
At first I thought he reminds me of you Paulo, in a strange way ;-)
And when I read about him it became even more similuar.
Maybe you in a past life ;-)
Now you think I´m crazy *LOL*
And thank you Thelma for your poem that you quoted :-)
Dear Alexandra, I haven’t studied Whitman, but several years ago I studied Garcia Lorca who wrote a poem to Walt Whitman. I’m telling you this because I’m like you in that I’ve forgotten what I learned about that poem. Oh well. Forgetting is part of the process of memory and it happens to us all. The thing is this: I may have forgotten the poem or the things that were said about it, but I do remember where I can find the information if I need it. Should you need to fill your “void” on Whitman, I’m sure you’ll remember where to look for the information. Don’t worry! Today we’re seeing a picture of Whitman, tomorrow it will be …. ?
Thank you my dearest Thelma, for the wishes…May Love always be on your path, and shed light with your light to the shadows She lives behind..
Love you
I love Whitman. the Leaves of Grass is purely remarkable!
I love also what he says about young artists
“Talk not so much, then, young artist, of the great old masters, who but painted and chisell’d. Study not only their productions. There is a still higher school for him who would kindle his fire with coal from the altar of the loftiest and purest art. It is the school of all grand actions and grand virtues, of heroism, of the death of patriots and martyrs — of all the mighty deeds written in the pages of history — deeds of daring, and enthusiasm, devotion, and fortitude.”
Yes, Alexandra, Thelma is right. Don’t suppose that you know less than anyone else. Even when I study subjects that I love, the mind (frail repository that it is) simply will not hold the plethora of facts for very long. Thank God for the internet, which causes the Library at Alexandria to pale by comparison – and all at a flash of our fingertips!
If I had a wall where I were to display the portraits of all my guru’s great and small, young and old, living and dead, surely Walt Whitman’s image would be among them, somewhere near the center, toward the top. For he was not just a poet, he was a buddha.
In the book “The Red Thread of Passion: Spirituality and the Paradox of Sex,” the second chapter is titled “Walt Whitman: American Buddha.” “This is what you shall do:” Walt Whitman wrote in his preface to “Leaves of Grass” (1855): “Love the earth and sun and the animals, despise riches, give alms to every one that asks, stand up for the stupid and crazy, devote your income and labor to others, hate tyrants, argue not concerning God.” And yet, in the very next breath, he gave utterance to words such as this: “Ebb stung by the flow and flow stung by the ebb, love-flesh swelling and deliciously aching,/ Limitless limpid jets of love hot and enormous, quivering jelly of love, white-blow and delirious juice,/ Bridegroom night of love working surely and softly into the prostrate dawn….”
“Not until the sun excludes you do I exclude you” he wrote in address to a prostitute. When asked the rather pointed question of whether or not he was one of these “homosexuals” recently invented, he replied facetiously: Hell, no. I just like to sleep with boys. He also slept with women. “Does the earth gravitate? Does not all matter, aching attract all matter? / So the body of me to all I meet or know?” Above all, Whitman was a lover of life and of the human condition. He despised labels and anything that enabled a man to set himself up in the judgment seat against his brother. Above all, Whitman was highly and unapologetically spiritual: “Swiftly arose and spread around me the peace and knowledge that pass all the argument of the earth,/ And I know that the hand of God is the promise of my own,/ And I know that the spirit of God is the brother of my own,/ And that all the men ever born are also my brothers and women my sisters and lovers,/ And that a kelson of the creation is love….”
I think I might just spend the afternoon re-reading that chapter on Whitman in “The Red Thread of Passion.”
Dear Alexandra, do not think like that! We did not know anything about the poet either! It is our … wise Google helping us. After all we are here to share knowledge, love and understanding and learn.
Today it is the birthday of our Annie from Greece, who has … disappeared from the Blog for a few days now.
May our thoughts and best wishes be with her.
Love,
Thelma
Shame on me…I am supposed to know much,few months ago sutdied about him.But in my memory only void.I feel blushing.I think he wrote poems at the beginning of 20Century,on war?I dont remember….Sorry.I really feel ashame.Promise to read his poems as soon I can
ARE you the new person drawn toward me?
To begin with, take warning–I am surely far different from what you
suppose;
Do you suppose you will find in me your ideal?
Do you think it so easy to have me become your lover?
Do you think the friendship of me would be unalloy’d satisfaction?
Do you think I am trusty and faithful?
Do you see no further than this façade–this smooth and tolerant
manner of me?
Do you suppose yourself advancing on real ground toward a real heroic
man?
Have you no thought, O dreamer, that it may be all maya, illusion?
Walt Whitman
How many times have we made the same thoughts in our lives, just as this beautiful poem says??
LOVE,
THELMA
O Captain! My Captain! est l’un des poèmes les plus célèbres de Walt Whitman, écrit en réaction à l’assassinat d’Abraham Lincoln après la guerre de Sécession. C’est le poème emblématique du film Le Cercle des poètes disparus…superbe film, nouveau regard sur le monde , libération des gestes et des esprits
que nos gestes et nos esprits soit bien guidés afin que la VIE éclate en chacun de nous
(info: Suite à l’assassinat du Premier ministre israélien Yitzhak Rabin en 1995, la célèbre compositrice israélienne Naomi Shemer traduisit le poème en hébreu et le mit en musique. La chanson est devenue très populaire)
I believe that when we look for love courageously, it reveals itself, and we attract even more love. If one person really wants us, everyone does. But if we’re alone, we become even more alone. Life is strange…
Thank you so much, my dearest Paul from Austria..
Blessed be
Love and Graditude
Annie
The white page i think after rreadin most of coelho’s books is the page the is blank of your ideas and conflicts. It is the page that you don’t dare to record your conflicts and share them with others. It is the page that reflects your Light and shows your innder growth as a Warrior of light.
Before, i used to be pruod that being a white page means that i am peaceful and innocent… no this is not the case
I don’t understand the white page.
This is the first time afert one year of visits in thi blog.
I am surprised, but I will act like Maria of 11 Minutes.
I will ask.
Can anybody explain about the white page?
have a nice day.
Yes dear friends… it is how we perceive… sometimes what we see can elude… but if we listen to our hearts… (just take your thoughts down one level on the elevator)… we will surely learn the truth…
Love, Paul
PS: Dearest Annie, if you are following… I wish you health, happiness, and love throughout the coming year… and beyond
(and thank you dearest Thelma for the hint) Love, Paul
Never heard of him before, checked him up onto Wikipedia.
As a humanitarian ,that’s my kind of guy, looks pretty debonair, relax,hands in his pockets and all…
At first I thought he reminds me of you Paulo, in a strange way ;-)
And when I read about him it became even more similuar.
Maybe you in a past life ;-)
Now you think I´m crazy *LOL*
And thank you Thelma for your poem that you quoted :-)
Love Jessica
Dear Alexandra, I haven’t studied Whitman, but several years ago I studied Garcia Lorca who wrote a poem to Walt Whitman. I’m telling you this because I’m like you in that I’ve forgotten what I learned about that poem. Oh well. Forgetting is part of the process of memory and it happens to us all. The thing is this: I may have forgotten the poem or the things that were said about it, but I do remember where I can find the information if I need it. Should you need to fill your “void” on Whitman, I’m sure you’ll remember where to look for the information. Don’t worry! Today we’re seeing a picture of Whitman, tomorrow it will be …. ?
Thank you my dearest Thelma, for the wishes…May Love always be on your path, and shed light with your light to the shadows She lives behind..
Love you
I love Whitman. the Leaves of Grass is purely remarkable!
I love also what he says about young artists
“Talk not so much, then, young artist, of the great old masters, who but painted and chisell’d. Study not only their productions. There is a still higher school for him who would kindle his fire with coal from the altar of the loftiest and purest art. It is the school of all grand actions and grand virtues, of heroism, of the death of patriots and martyrs — of all the mighty deeds written in the pages of history — deeds of daring, and enthusiasm, devotion, and fortitude.”
Love and Graditude
Annie
Yes, Alexandra, Thelma is right. Don’t suppose that you know less than anyone else. Even when I study subjects that I love, the mind (frail repository that it is) simply will not hold the plethora of facts for very long. Thank God for the internet, which causes the Library at Alexandria to pale by comparison – and all at a flash of our fingertips!
Love,
Savita
If I had a wall where I were to display the portraits of all my guru’s great and small, young and old, living and dead, surely Walt Whitman’s image would be among them, somewhere near the center, toward the top. For he was not just a poet, he was a buddha.
In the book “The Red Thread of Passion: Spirituality and the Paradox of Sex,” the second chapter is titled “Walt Whitman: American Buddha.” “This is what you shall do:” Walt Whitman wrote in his preface to “Leaves of Grass” (1855): “Love the earth and sun and the animals, despise riches, give alms to every one that asks, stand up for the stupid and crazy, devote your income and labor to others, hate tyrants, argue not concerning God.” And yet, in the very next breath, he gave utterance to words such as this: “Ebb stung by the flow and flow stung by the ebb, love-flesh swelling and deliciously aching,/ Limitless limpid jets of love hot and enormous, quivering jelly of love, white-blow and delirious juice,/ Bridegroom night of love working surely and softly into the prostrate dawn….”
“Not until the sun excludes you do I exclude you” he wrote in address to a prostitute. When asked the rather pointed question of whether or not he was one of these “homosexuals” recently invented, he replied facetiously: Hell, no. I just like to sleep with boys. He also slept with women. “Does the earth gravitate? Does not all matter, aching attract all matter? / So the body of me to all I meet or know?” Above all, Whitman was a lover of life and of the human condition. He despised labels and anything that enabled a man to set himself up in the judgment seat against his brother. Above all, Whitman was highly and unapologetically spiritual: “Swiftly arose and spread around me the peace and knowledge that pass all the argument of the earth,/ And I know that the hand of God is the promise of my own,/ And I know that the spirit of God is the brother of my own,/ And that all the men ever born are also my brothers and women my sisters and lovers,/ And that a kelson of the creation is love….”
I think I might just spend the afternoon re-reading that chapter on Whitman in “The Red Thread of Passion.”
Much love,
Savita
P.S.
To hear Whitman’s voice, go to: http://www.whitmanarchive.org/multimedia/America.mp3
Dear Alexandra, do not think like that! We did not know anything about the poet either! It is our … wise Google helping us. After all we are here to share knowledge, love and understanding and learn.
Today it is the birthday of our Annie from Greece, who has … disappeared from the Blog for a few days now.
May our thoughts and best wishes be with her.
Love,
Thelma
Shame on me…I am supposed to know much,few months ago sutdied about him.But in my memory only void.I feel blushing.I think he wrote poems at the beginning of 20Century,on war?I dont remember….Sorry.I really feel ashame.Promise to read his poems as soon I can
Are You The New Person, Drawn Toward Me?
ARE you the new person drawn toward me?
To begin with, take warning–I am surely far different from what you
suppose;
Do you suppose you will find in me your ideal?
Do you think it so easy to have me become your lover?
Do you think the friendship of me would be unalloy’d satisfaction?
Do you think I am trusty and faithful?
Do you see no further than this façade–this smooth and tolerant
manner of me?
Do you suppose yourself advancing on real ground toward a real heroic
man?
Have you no thought, O dreamer, that it may be all maya, illusion?
Walt Whitman
How many times have we made the same thoughts in our lives, just as this beautiful poem says??
LOVE,
THELMA
” O Captain! My Captain! ”
O Captain! My Captain! est l’un des poèmes les plus célèbres de Walt Whitman, écrit en réaction à l’assassinat d’Abraham Lincoln après la guerre de Sécession. C’est le poème emblématique du film Le Cercle des poètes disparus…superbe film, nouveau regard sur le monde , libération des gestes et des esprits
que nos gestes et nos esprits soit bien guidés afin que la VIE éclate en chacun de nous
(info: Suite à l’assassinat du Premier ministre israélien Yitzhak Rabin en 1995, la célèbre compositrice israélienne Naomi Shemer traduisit le poème en hébreu et le mit en musique. La chanson est devenue très populaire)