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Not Drowning But Waving

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Pele Cox

A PurpleBeach Poem - Compiled and Curated by Pele Cox, Authored and Inspired by Members of the PurpleBeach Launch Community.

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Part One

No man is an island,
Entire of itself.
Each is a piece of the continent,
A part of the main.
If a clod be washed away by the sea,
Europe is the less.
As well as if a promontory were.
As well as if a manor of thine own
Or of thine friend's were.
Each man's death diminishes me,
For I am involved in mankind.
Therefore, send not to know
For whom the bell tolls,
It tolls for thee.

John Donne
 

In Xanadu, did Kubla Khan a stately pleasure dome decree...

T - Trustworthiness -
C - Credibility - I can trust what he/she says..............
R - Reliability - I can trust her/him to........................
I - Intimacy - I feel comfortable discussing this..........
S - Sel-Orientation - I can trust that he/she cares about.................

What would you do if you weren’t afraid?’

I’d like
to do nothing for some time
be free
flying and gliding
like birds in the sky

“...If you work hard enough and assert yourself, and use your mind
and imagination,
you can shape the world to your desires.”

"What is essential is invisible to the eye."

“catch all” …..

IF you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:

(Kipling)


“I think I'd probably tell you that it's easier to desire and
pursue the attention of tens of millions
of total strangers than it is to accept
the love and loyalty of the people closest to us.”

Nobody heard him, the dead man,
But still he lay moaning:
I was much further out than you thought
And not waving but drowning.

Poor chap, he always loved larking
And now he's dead
It must have been too cold for him his heart gave way,
They said.

Oh, no no no, it was too cold always
(Still the dead one lay moaning)
I was much too far out all my life
And not waving but drowning.

(Stevie Smith)
 

It’s time to humanise the engineer

“Been dazed and confused for so long it’s not true…”

We shall not cease from exploration
And the end of all our exploring
Will be to arrive where we started
And know the place for the first time.

If starry space no limit knows
And sun succeeds to sun,
There is no reason to suppose
Our earth the only one.
'Mid countless constellations cast
A million worlds may be,
With each a God to bless or blast
And steer to destiny.

Just think! A million gods or so
To guide each vital stream,
With over all to boss the show
A Deity supreme.
Such magnitudes oppress my mind;
From cosmic space it swings;
So ultimately glad to find
Relief in little things.

So it will be ultimately misleading and wrong to suppose,
for example, that each human
being is an independent actuality
who interacts with other human beings and nature.
Rather, all these are projections
of a single totality. Wholeness and the Implicate Order
Believe it...and you will see it.

For look! Within my hollow hand,
While round the earth careens,
I hold a single grain of sand
And wonder what it means.
Ah! If I had the eyes to see,
And brain to understand,
I think Life's mystery might be
Solved in this grain of sand.

(Robert Service)

Part Two

In Xanadu, did Kubla Khan a stately pleasure dome decree...

I'm a path of cinders  Burning under your feet 

Sometimes things don't go, after all,  from bad to worse

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I –
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

Come on you raver, you seer of visions,  come on you painter,
you piper, you prisoner, and shine!

If you think you are beaten you are ......

Why should we care what people think?  The truly good people,
who have more cause to be considered,
will believe that the facts are exactly as they are.  

And I am not alone while my love is near me  I know
it will be so until it's time to go  
So come the storms of winter and then the birds in spring again  
I have no fear of time  
For who knows how my love grows?  
And who knows where the time goes?

The free bird leaps
on the back of the wind
and floats downstream
till the current ends
and dips his wings
in the orange sun rays
and dares to claim the sky.

But a bird that stalks
down his narrow cage
can seldom see through
his bars of rage
his wings are clipped and
his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings
with fearful trill
of the things unknown
but longed for still
and is tune is heard
on the distant hill

Talents are a gift to life. Talents are priceless, they can’t be bought,
they can’t be upgraded,
they can’t be lent and they can’t be lost, talents are a value,
given with purpose and worthy of respect.


For the caged bird
Sings of freedom

(Maya Angelou)
 

Don't mind the gap

Something there is that doesn't love a wall.   

What will you do with your one wild and perfect life?   

"sometimes you’re ahead, sometimes you’re behind…the race is long,
and in the end, it’s only with yourself"

The moment of truth has arrived, when you come to terms with your lies;

The neon dreams have died away, now all that's left are shades of grey...

Expecto Patronum

You will never find time for anything.  If you want time, you need to make it.
The child blames external forces and focuses his energies there;
the warrior conquers the realms within and becomes gifted.

What is this life if, full of care, We have no time to stand and stare?

Enjoy yourself, it's later than you think.

"Ignore the real world"

We keep the wall between us as we go.
To each the boulders that have fallen to each.
And some are loaves and some so nearly balls
We have to use a spell to make them balance:

"Stay where you are until our backs are turned!"
We wear our fingers rough with handling them.
Oh, just another kind of out-door game,
One on a side. It comes to little more:

There where it is we do not need the wall:
He is all pine and I am apple orchard.

My apple trees will never get across
And eat the cones under his pines, I tell him.
He only says
"Good fences make good neighbours."

Spring is the mischief in me, and I wonder
If I could put a notion in his head:
"Why do they make good neighbours? Isn't it
Where there are cows? But here there are no cows.
Before I built a wall I'd ask to know
What I was walling in or walling out,
And to whom I was like to give offence.
Something there is that doesn't love a wall,
That wants it down." I could say "Elves" to him,
But it's not elves exactly, and I'd rather
He said it for himself. I see him there
Bringing a stone grasped firmly by the top
In each hand, like an old-stone savage armed.
He moves in darkness as it seems to me,
Not of woods only and the shade of trees.
He will not go behind his father's saying,
And he likes having thought of it so well
He says again, "Good fences make good neighbours."

(Robert Frost)
 

“Change is the law of life. And those who look only to the past
or present are certain to miss the future.”

"Beaches are ordered without being controlled. No one is in charge.
Beaches are model civic spaces: tolerant,
playful, self-regulating, democratic in spirit, mildly carnivalesque.
Underlying the beach’s appeal is a simple idea:
the beach is a commons where people can self-organise in play
(...) There are no zoning regulations, fences nor white lines to tell
you where to go".

Something there is that doesn't love a wall,
That wants it down." I could say "Elves" to him,
But it's not elves exactly, and I'd rather
He said it for himself. I see him there
Bringing a stone grasped firmly by the top
In each hand, like an old-stone savage armed.
He moves in darkness as it seems to me,
Not of woods only and the shade of trees.
He will not go behind his father's saying,
And he likes having thought of it so well
He says again, "Good fences make good neighbours."

“The Catholic and the Communist are alike in assuming that an
opponent cannot be both honest and intelligent.”    

I have seen the moment of my greatness flicker, and
I have seen the eternal footman hold my coat and snicker,
and in short I was afraid.

Part Three

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I –
I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference.

In between stimulus and response there is a gap - in that gap lies our destiny and freedom 

In Xanadu, did Kubla Khan a stately pleasure dome decree...

I want to live my next life backwards:  You start out dead
and get that out of the way.

A stone I died and rose again a plant;
A plant I died and rose an animal;
I died an animal and was born a man.
Why should I fear? What have I lost by death?

(Rumi)


The minute that you understand that you can poke life and actually something will,
you know if you push in,
something will pop out the other side,
that you can change it, you can mould it. That’s maybe the most important thing.
It’s to shake off this erroneous notion that life is there and you’re just
gonna live in it, versus embrace it, change it, improve it,
make your mark upon it.

This used to be my playground.

Whenever Beauty looks,
Love is also there;
Whenever beauty shows a rosy cheek
Love lights her fire from that flame.
beauty dwells in the dark folds of night

Beauty is the mine, Love is the diamond.

They have been together
since the beginning of time-
Side by side, step by step.
There are holes in the sky where the rain gets in - but they are ever so small that's
why rain is so thin
And I'll redefine everywhere
I get up every morning determined to both change the world and
have one hell of a good time. Sometimes, this makes planning the day difficult.

You too may be a big hero,   Once you've learned to count backwards to zero.   

I wandered lonely as a cloud

We shall not cease from exploration, and the end of all our exploring
will be to arrive where we started and know the place for the first time  

Knowledge is the new high
To see a world in a grain of sand, and a heaven in a wildflower:  
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand,   And eternity in an hour.

I have a Dream  
The harder people work, the luckier they get.
He was serious about saving the world and frivolous about everything else.
If i'd asked people what they wanted, they'd have said a faster horse"


“Oh Jake," Brett said, "We could have had such a damned good time together."  
Yes," I said.

"Isn't it pretty to think so?”   The Sun Also Rises

A person who wants to think outside the box, is better off thinking inside a box


So throw those curtains wide, one day like this a year would see me right...    
From    "One Day Like This" by Elbow

So it will be ultimately misleading and wrong to suppose, for example,
that each human
being is an independent actuality
who interacts with other human beings and nature.
Rather, all these are projections of a single totality.
Wholeness and the Implicate Order

The sea is calm to-night.
The tide is full, the moon lies fair
Upon the straits;--on the French coast the light
Gleams and is gone; the cliffs of England stand,
Glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil bay.
Come to the window, sweet is the night-air!
Only, from the long line of spray
Where the sea meets the moon-blanch'd land,
Listen! you hear the grating roar
Of pebbles which the waves draw back, and fling,
At their return, up the high strand,
Begin, and cease, and then again begin,
With tremulous cadence slow, and bring
The eternal note of sadness in.

Sophocles long ago
Heard it on the {AE}gean, and it brought
Into his mind the turbid ebb and flow
Of human misery; we
Find also in the sound a thought,
Hearing it by this distant northern sea.

The Sea of Faith
Was once, too, at the full, and round earth's shore
Lay like the folds of a bright girdle furl'd.
But now I only hear
Its melancholy, long, withdrawing roar,
Retreating, to the breath
Of the night-wind, down the vast edges drear
And naked shingles of the world.

Ah, love, let us be true
To one another! for the world, which seems
To lie before us like a land of dreams,
So various, so beautiful, so new,
Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light,
Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain;
And we are here as on a darkling plain
Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight,
Where ignorant armies clash by night.

(Matthew Arnold)

 

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