Love

It Is Nice Sometimes Somebody Says Something! A Tribute to a One Girl Band; Melanie Safka

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I remember on a cold, foggy evening, as the misty meadow spread in the yard, we sat in the room, listening to Melanie’s song, Leftover Wine, in one of her concerts, which was playing from the cassette recorder. When she had ended her song, the audience clapped, and suddenly, someone shouted, ” We Love You! ” And she said in her extraordinary hoarse voice, ” It is so lovely sometimes somebody says something! “

Melanie Anne Safka Schekeryk, professionally known as Melanie or Melanie Safka, was an American singer-songwriter.

“I don’t know how much you have heard of her or know her songs, but Al and I got to know Melanie during Woodstock. It was probably the most remarkable collection of half a million seekers of love, freedom, and peace who proved it was possible to live all in peace together. And she was one of them.

I left my body’: during Woodstock, turned a 22-year-old nobody into a superstar.

I’m the one
I found the birthday of the sun
But all things change
And I think it’s the birthday of the rain

If I never said goodbye
To all that I’ve known
I would never be alone
But still, I will not cry…

A few days ago, when I saw a ten-by-ten cm announcement in the newspaper about her death, it felt like something had stabbed my heart.”

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She was a messenger of love and peace and nothing else throughout her life, and she profoundly impacted our lives, which still lingers in my mind.
We had almost all of their songs on cassettes and maybe one or two vinyl records, and she had always warmed our hearts with her beautiful, hoarse and heart-touching voice among her deep-meaning poems.

Although saying goodbye might be the saddest thing, she had sung sad songs often, but her last words were always ” love, ” love, love, and being alive.

“The Saddest Thing”

And the saddest thing
Under the sun above
Is to say goodbye
To the ones you love

All the things that I have known
Be came my life my very own
But before you know, you say goodbye
Oh, good time, goodbye
It’s time to cry
But I will not weep nor make a scene
Just say, “thank you
Life for having been.”

And the hardest thing
Under the sun above
Is to say goodbye to the ones you love
No, I will not weep nor make a scene
I’m gonna say, “thank you
Life for having been.”

And the loudest cry
Under the sun above
Is to silent goodbye
From the ones you love

Let’s not say goodbye to this flower cause she stays with us with her hoarse voice and beautiful poems about the sun, life and love.💖🙏🌹🌻💥🌞

Kahlil Gibran on Laws

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Our moral freedom reaches as far as our consciousness and, thus, our liberation from compulsion and captivity. ~Carl Jung, Letters Vol. II, pages 546-547 (from C.J. Depth Psychology)

By Petra Glimmdall 💖🙏

These days, because of my activities in helping the Iranian people, I have been deeply involved in establishing a fair and just system based on sound laws to help the Iranian people. However, finding a suitable constitution for a young nation (in the term of democracy) is not easy. It is not only the laws that make society fair; every individual must learn how to live in a democratic society.

Understanding freedom depends on the laws and anti-laws we legislate! Kahlil Gibran has an excellent explanation. I hope you enjoy it.

From The Prophet

Painting by Kahlil Gibran 1883-1931 – Tutt’Art@

People of Orphalese, you can muffle the drum, and you can loosen the strings of the lyre, but who shall command the skylark not to sing?

 

Then the lawyer said, but what of our laws, master?
And he answered:
You delight in laying down laws,
Yet you delight more in breaking them.
Like children playing by the ocean who build sand towers with constancy and then destroy them with laughter.
But while you build your sand towers, the ocean brings more sand to the shore, and when you destroy them, the ocean laughs with you.
Verily, the ocean always laughs with the innocent.

But what of those to whom life is not an ocean, and man-made laws are not sand towers,
But to whom life is a rock, and the law a chisel with which they would carve it in their own likeness?
What of the cripple who hates dancers?
What of the ox who loves his yoke and deems the elk and deer of the forest stray and vagrant thin?

What of the old serpent who cannot shed his skin
and calls all others naked and shameless?
And of him who comes early to the wedding feast and, when over-fed and tired, goes his way, saying that all feasts are violations and all feasters are lawbreakers?

What shall I say of these save that they, too, stand in the sunlight, but with their backs to the sun?
They see only their shadows, and their shadows are their laws.
And what is the sun to them but a caster of shadows?
And what is it to acknowledge the laws but to stoop down and trace their shadows upon the earth?
But you who walk facing the sun, what images drawn on the earth can hold you?
You who travel with the wind, what weather vane shall direct your course?
What man’s law shall bind you if you break your yoke but upon no man’s prison door?
What shall you fear if you dance but stumble against no man’s iron chains?
And who is he that shall bring you to judgment if you tear off your garment yet leave it in no man’s path?

People of Orphalese, you can muffle the drum and loosen the strings of the lyre, but who shall command the skylark not to sing?

Thank you! 🙏💕💥

If You Forget Me!

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By Pablo Neruda

“I would like to bid farewell to the old year by sharing a great poem by Pablo Neruda since this is my last post for the year. I know that some of my friends share posts daily or a few even hourly, but I do not have that much free time. Therefore, I would like to take this opportunity to wish everyone a happy New Year’s Eve and a healthy new year.” Viva Freedom!🙏🤗💖

Benito Cerna, 1960 ~ Figurative painter

I want you to know
one thing.

You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.

Well, now,
if, little by little, you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.

If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.

If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
and you decide
to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
remember
that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.

But
if each day,
each hour,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day, a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah, my love, ah, my own,
in me, all that fire is repeated,
in me, nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live, it will be in your arms
without leaving mine.