Tag Archives: Langauge

SLEEPWALKING-NIGHTS: ON WAKING DAYS – FIRST NIGHT

So goodbye, to you, it is a world of beauty, With cool rivers and groves of green! At the time of our parting, feelings relented, With our fresh thoughts also falling ill, I admitted, that you were beautiful, And we … Continue reading

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LANGUAGE IS IMPERFECT: LOVE ETERNAL

“Les langues imparfaites en cela que plusieurs, manque la suprême.” “Language is imperfect and is why no one language achieves supremacy.” “Il n’y a que la Beauté; – et elle n’a qu’une expression parfaite, la Poesie. Tout le reste, est … Continue reading

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THE KEEPER OF FLOCKS – I

I have never kept flocks, But it’s as if I kept them. My very soul is like a shepherd, It’s seen the wind and the sun And walks in hand with the seasons Following and watching. All the quiet of … Continue reading

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LIVE, YOU SAY, IN THE PRESENT;

Live, you say, in the present; Live only in the present. But I do not want the present, I want the reality; I want the things that exist, not the time that measures them. What is the present? It is … Continue reading

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LASTING CONVERSATIONS

Organisations are conversations and memories Entwined within the fabric of the living soul: Learning to embrace emotions gradual birth, Which is forever moving in the wind of others, Whilst shaping the meaning of enterprises work Is the gift bestowed upon … Continue reading

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