Hamlet's Soliloquy / Le Soliloque d'Hamlet - Kenneth Branagh

Hamlet's Soliloquy (Hamlet Act 3, Scene 1)
by William Shakespeare

To be, or not to be--that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles
And by opposing end them. To die, to sleep--
No more--and by a sleep to say we end
The heartache, and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to. 'Tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wished. To die, to sleep--
To sleep--perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub,
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause. There's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life.
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
Th' oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely
The pangs of despised love, the law's delay,
The insolence of office, and the spurns
That patient merit of th' unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? Who would fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscovered country, from whose bourn
No traveller returns, puzzles the will,
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all,
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprise of great pitch and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry
And lose the name of action. -- Soft you now,
The fair Ophelia! -- Nymph, in thy orisons
Be all my sins remembered.

Le Soliloque d'Hamlet (Hamlet Act 3, Scène 1)
par William Shakespeare

Voici la question: être ou bien ne pas être?
Dans l’âme serait-il noble de se soumettre
A la fronde et les dards d’un destin altier
Ou contre un flot montant de misères s’armer
Dans une insurrection et luttant les détruire?
Mourir et donc dormir....rien davantage, et dire
Que ce sommeil met terme aux angoisses du cœur,
Et ce legs corporel de terrestre douleur...
Telle terminaison doit tenter l’âme avide:
Dormir...et puis rêver. Mais le rêve intimide.
Car les rêves qu’il vient dans ce sommeil des morts
Aux esprits dépouillés de la coque du corps
Devront nous retenir. Voilà la réticence
Dont naît l’adversité d’une longue existence.
Car qui supporterait le fouet, le dédain
D’un monde médisant, la haine du hautain,
L’oppression du tyran, de l’amour la souffrance,
Les lenteurs de la loi, l’altière inexpérience
De chaque grand en place et l’avilissement
Que l’indigne refile au mérite patient
Alors que de ce monde il pourrait bien s’absoudre
Avec un poignard nu qui pourrait tout résoudre?
Qui en effet voudrait porter un poids pesant,
Sous la vie accablante en geignant et suant,
Sans être épouvanté par l’au-délà, la terre
Dont nul n’a jamais pu repasser la frontière,
Qui trouble le dessein en nous faisant souffrir
Les maux que nous avons plutôt que de les fuir
Vers un mal inconnu? Ainsi la conscience
Fait de nous des poltrons. Ainsi l’homme qui pense
Change les teints natifs de la résolution
En malade pâleur avec sa reflexion,
Et ainsi des projets d’une haute volée
Se détournent toujours du cours à cette idée,
Perdant leur nom d’action. Mais que nous nous taisions.
Ophélia est là! Remplis tes oraisons,
Nymphe, de mes péchés....

Author: / Auteur: William Shakespeare - (Hamlet Act 3, Scene 1)
Actor: / Acteur: Kenneth Branagh
video from: / vidéo de: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-elDeJaPWGg&fmt=18
translation: / transduction: http://poemsintranslation.blogspot.com/2009/06/shakespeare-hamlets-soliloquy-from.html

"Salvia, Salvia, Save Me" by Annie in Austin

This video is presented as it so aptly portrays a gardener and Artist who loves her garden and has found a wonderful way to solve the garden-killing problem of deer eating her plants: Salvia, Salvia. I believe instead of that we "do" the garden, rather it is much more true that the garden does us. The solution for so many of our problems is the garden. Annie in Austin seems to understand. Thank you, Annie, for the inspiration.

Video: from Annie in Austin, The Transplantable Rose http://annieinaustin.blogspot.com/

"Get Your Assets Into Gold" by Howard Katz

‘Tis end of year, 2008.
With history we had a date.
The New York Times, I do expound,
Put all financial markets down.

And Ben Bernanke’s very slow.
He’s in the back room printing dough.
I’m asking in my little rhyme,
“How come that this is not a crime?”

He’s printing dough, who knows what for?
He keeps on printing more and more.
I’d like to say, not being brash,
To get your assets out of cash.

They rob from poor to give to rich.
So do not listen to their pitch.
And when they say, “deflation, ho,”
Be sure to answer with a “No.”

2002, I nailed it cold.
I said to you, “Get into gold.”
But clever is as clever does.
I just didn’t know how right I was.

Things are much worse than I foresaw.
So turn the page and learn some more.
A sad, sad story does unfold.
So get your assets into gold.

Poem
by Howard Katz, The One-Handed Economist
from: www.thegoldbug.net
December 31, 2008




This poem by Mr. Katz is presented because we believe it artfully tells important truths of our economic state and future that are beyond our ability to express. -- LG Flower

Puccini's "O mio babbino caro" from Gianni Schicchi

Italian:
O mio babbino caro
Mi piace è bello, bello
Vo' andare in Porta Rossa
a comperar l'anello!
Sì, sì, ci voglio andare!
e se l'amassi indarno,
andrei sul Ponte Vecchio,
ma per buttarmi in Arno!
Mi struggo e mi tormento!
O Dio, vorrei morir!
Babbo, pietà, pietà!
Babbo, pietà, pietà!

Traduction en français:
O mon cher papa
Il me plai, Il est beau, beau
Je veux aller à Porta Rossa
pour acheter la boucle !
Oui, oui, je veux aller la !
et si mon amour étaient en vain,
j'irais sur le Pont Vieux,
mais pour me jeter dans Arno !
Je me consume et je me tourmente
O Dieu, je voudrais mourir
Papa, pitié, pitié!
Papa, pitié, pitié!


Translation in English:
O my dear papa
I like him, he is handsome, handsome
I want to go to Porta Rossa
to buy the ring!
Yes, yes, I want to go there!
And if my love were in vain,
I would go to the Ponte Vecchio (Old Bridge)
and throw myself in the Arno!
I am aching, I am tortured!
Oh God, I'd like to die!
Father, have pity, have pity!
Father, have pity, have pity!

Italian/English Lyrics from: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/O_mio_babbino_caro
French Lyrics aided by Google linguistic tools.
Music from: Giacomo Puccini's "O Mio Babbino Caro" from Opera, Gianni Schicchi; Czecho-Slovak Radio Symphony Orchestra with Will Humburg; A To Z Of Opera [Disc 2]
Background from: "Leo" Dashboard widget http://t-h-e-d-a-s-h-b-o-a-r-d.blogspot.com/
Apple Macintosh tools: SnappyProX, Quicktime Pro, FlipText Screensaver, iSquint
Animation by Loveson G. Flower

"They Are a Printing Dough" by Howard Katz

This is a tale, sad but true,
A subject understood by few.
Important to be in the know
Because they are a printing dough.

To anybody with a brain,
The country’s going quite insane.
Supply of money, speak of crimes,
Is multiplying by 3 times.

So quickly run up to your boss.
Cause you don’t want him to be cross.
And tell him that you want a raise.
Or else you’ll get a job that pays.

Cause country now is in the den
Of man named helicopter Ben.
He’s printing money, tell no lies,
And dropping dollars from the skies.

With dollars printing, it’s not right.
It’s time that we stood up to fight.
So hasten and stick out your cup.
Cause prices all are going up.

Now Ford, GM, they’ll get their share.
And Pres. Obama doesn’t care.
There’s one thing that I clearly see:
No bailout comes for you and me.

Poem
By Howard Katz
from: www.thegoldbug.net
December 16, 2008



This poem by Mr. Katz is presented because we believe it artfully tells important truths of our economic state and future that are beyond my ability to express. -- LG Flower


The above chart - which proves Mr. Katz assertion about the recent TRIPLING (!) of the supply of money - is from the very important analysis by Jim Willie,"Lawsuits, the Cadaver & Gold" published December 16, 2008. As are all of Mr. Willie's insightful writings; this is very, very recommended to understand the current, critical macro economic and political situation and how we can best help ourselves and those we care about through a deeper understanding of reality - however difficult. It can be found at http://www.kitco.com/ind/willie/dec162008.html

The above chart is from an article by Howard Katz, "Depression by any other Name" and also shows the alarming rate of currency expansion with all the inflation effects that implies. Please find the article at http://www.kitco.com/ind/katz/dec162008.html
-- LG Flower

Choosing Light of Love

Choosing Light of Love

by Loveson G. Flower

The Light of Love is parallel.

It's not enough to know where else

The Light does shine at the same time.

But might we find the Love does rhyme?

Life doesn't repeat. It's true.

But rhymes, it seems, our whole life through.

The patterns start when we are kids;

Like lanterns our hearts shine within.

They know the wounds that need to heal

And show us goons that bleed and steal.

Whom we do choose to make our path

To try to lose our fear-filled wrath.

Divorces. Abandonment.

The wars to bless by wisdom sent.

To make outside by the drama

What is inside. Cry for mama.

Who must leave eventually.

Too soon? Let go of every

Judgement and pain of inner child

That does send again winter foul.

We re-create over again

All of the hate that love knew then.

Trying to make it better now.

I'll try to change cruel fate somehow.

But rhyming patterns do evoke

The same life tattered chains that choke.

The wounded inner child does see

New wounds bled then unconsciously.

Until decision not to try

Does kill the vision of Love high.

A self-fulfilling prophecy

Decides "To Be or not to Be."

How to Let Go of all that pain,

And let Love grow healthy again?

Don't give up. Express it all.

Show the Love. Confess. Then call

To hold real Lovers who love Paul

And grow Love feelings: break the walls.

There’s Love within forsaken halls.

by Loveson G. Flower
November 30, 2008

This video is the choosing, introduction / welcome / menu page of "Light of Love," a ≈100-minute DVD collection of "moving" pictures / stories / movements from "a ballet of Love becoming." "Light of Love" was created in about one year to understand and express profound personal truths after a wrenching, relationship-death trauma in 2004.

The intro, choosing page is an infinite loop with 4 variations of the same beautiful song, "Caresse Sur L'océan (Caress by the Ocean)" from Bruno Coulais' "Les Choristes (The Chorists)." Four is the magic, symbolic number for wholeness -- like the 4 dimensions and the 4 seasons. The final variation is of a young boy's beautiful and stirring singing.

The moving, living "Light of Love" is made up of all the colors of the rainbow. It dances and cycles through time from faint to strong and back again, never ending. The 8 different chapters (representing different aspects, epochs, feelings, understandings, sub-parts, stories, etc.) play over and over in their own sub-universes as do our various patterns. The greater Light, represented by the grand, pulsing rainbow; is behind and above our "Light of Love" and seems to pulsate like a universal, living heart-beat. The "Light of Love" seems to be moving towards the greater Light as perhaps an artistic attempt with but limited, human tools to describe an after-death experience, or a Spiritual reality with animated movement, changing colors and shadows, and evocative experience.

How can one express such profound ideas with but "moving" metaphors and "whole" experiences? The "Light of Love" expressions seemed to create themselves. They were not planned, and are perhaps but attempts to express deep personal and Spiritual truths using music, colors, animation, and dance; but with very few words.

The starring character is Gabrielle, perhaps representing our inner feminine who expresses herself with feelings and emotion without words. Other characters include: the "Light of Love" itself, Loveson who sometimes dances with Gabrielle, and moving photos of many friends and family. Loveson, our inner masculine, expresses thinking and analyses most often with language, symbols and (sometimes too many?) words. Thus, the reason for the Heart Song discipline: "Keep the Mind to the rhyme. Let the Heart do its part. So beyond either mode, the Soul shows the road."

Our "nom de bloom," Loveson G. (Gabrielle) Flower, has thus in our anonymous name the different, inner aspects married as another motivating metaphor to better express and become Wholeness / Unity. Wholeness is the overriding hope and goal of Mind-Body-Heart Art.

Jeremy Taylor, the great teacher of Dream Work and author of many books about dreams, believes that every dream comes in the service of Health and Wholeness. Like many art pieces, the "Light of Love" is perhaps like a collection of dreams with similar goals and methods. In Dream Work, to find better Health and Wholeness, one must search for, find and then follow what is the meaning and message the Dream Maker sends.

Overall, "Light of Love" tries to express with artistic, multimedia tools; symbols and experiences about the longing for, hope for, deep pain about, and vision of - Love and its Light - in its many dimensions, changing seasons, complete and incomplete understandings and misunderstandings, and so much more.

Let Me Fall (from Cirque de Soleil)

This Youtube video of Cirque de Soleil's "Let Me Fall" is presented because it so artfully speaks to me of among life's greatest (and most difficult) lessons: to Let Go. To evolve, I must trust that the one I want and will become will catch the one that falls today. To become, I must find the courage to let go the "useless fears and chains." For wholeness, I must not miss "this one chance, this perfect moment" to fall so to climb past the place where "fear and dreams must collide."

Loveson
29 November 2008

"Let Me Fall" sung by JOSH GROBAN and performed by Cirque de Soleil.
Lyrics from: http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/joshgroban/letmefallfromcirquedesoleil.html
Video from: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aOhb7uc8IGU


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"Picture Now is Coming Clear" - by Howard Katz

The picture now is coming clear.
Establishment has caused great fear.
They shout and plead and do exhort
All of their legions to sell short.

It’s true. This story must be told.
They have increased the shorts in gold.
From contracts, thousands, twenty-four,
They’ve added 30 thousand more.

They’re shorting crude, as you can see:
Contracts, thousands, ninety-three.
That’s why the price of gas is down
To $2.13 west side of town.

So get your car and fill your tank.
And buy your gold coins from the bank.
With all your assets don’t be rash.
The word to go by: cash is trash.

Cause Ben Bernanke’s printing dough.
And this, to people in the know,
Confirms what you have oft been told.
Go put your money into gold.

To sellers short, the day will come.
We’ll have the sellers on the run.
When broker tells them, “margin please,
And don’t forget commission fees.”


Poem
By Howard Katz
from: www.thegoldbug.net
November 21, 2008



This poem by Mr. Katz is presented because we believe it artfully tells important truths of our economic state and future that are beyond my ability to express. -- LG Flower

How to be Right and Left Brained for Unity?

Left Brain v Right Brain Test

February 25, 2008 12:00am
from www.couriermail.com.au

IT'S the Great Right Brain vs Left Brain Test ... do you see the dancer turning clockwise or anti-clockwise?

If clockwise, then you use more of the right side of the brain and vice versa.

Most of us would see the dancer turning anti-clockwise though you can try to focus and change the direction; see if you can do it.




Cerveau Gauche V Cerveau Droit

Il s'agit de la Grande Right Brain (Cerveau Droit) vs Left Brain (Cerveau Gauche) Test ...
voyez-vous la danseuse tournant en sens horaire ou anti-horaire?

Si des aiguilles d'une montre, puis vous utilisez de plus le côté droit du cerveau et vice versa.

La plupart d'entre nous voir la danseuse tournant en sens anti-horaire si vous pouvez essayer de se concentrer et de changer la direction; voir si vous pouvez le faire


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I believe this left-brained (word) description and right-brained (animation) demonstration of our predominate types of perceiving and interacting with the world describes a great deal why we often don't understand each other and ourselves. - Loveson

Original artical from: http://www.news.com.au/couriermail/story/0%2C023739%2C22556678-23272%2C00.html

I'm Back in Gold by Howard Katz

We’re back in gold, but things are sad.
The whole darn country’s going mad.
Cause Henry Paulson, here’s the gist,
Keeps screaming, “There’s systemic risk.”

And twice a month, we now are told,
Here’s how the story does unfold.
That giant corp. named XYZ
Needs dough that comes from you and me.

Take company named Fannie Mae.
It had been privatized they say.
But all of us are on the hook.
5 trillion dollars they just took.

So price of gold was up, big way.
Seventy dollars in one day.
And what this means, it’s not a joke,
The country it is going broke.

They’re stealing. Yes, they rob you blind.
And most of you don’t seem to mind.
The two big thieves McCain, Barrack.
You’ll vote for one; that is a fact.

And all the people act like sheep.
The dough they’ve earned they cannot keep.
Yes oft this story I have told.
And that is why I’m back in gold.

Poem
By Howard Katz
from: www.thegoldbug.net
October 6, 2008

This poem by Mr. Katz is presented because we believe it artfully tells important truths of our economic state and future that are beyond our ability to express. -- LG Flower

Vacation Elation

11 days intensity,
11 days of fun.
7 ways of expressing
How love was welcome.

Little girls and teenagers,
3 girls and a boy;
Little puppy loving pure
Filled our world with joy.

Barbara, Thomas, and Jan,
Lisa, Katjia;
With Nina and Daisy fun.
Weeping for Mona.

Breakfast on the "Beau Terrace."
Hiking at the sea
While I buried Mona at last
By Maggie & Jessie;

Underneath beautiful trees,
Underneath a heart
Made of stones so love can see
The Wonder that they were.

A week quite miraculous
That filled up my life
To see Light of miracles
That still come sometimes
When I feel sunshine
Of warm care of mine
Shared with loved-ones fine.


Vacation Elation
by Loveson G. Flower
La Terrace Restaurant, Les Castellet
12:30 PM Monday, July 21, 2008

Our new puppy, Daisy, at 10 weeks old loving her friend, Mona Lisa, at 16 years old and days away from the end of her life.

Final resting place for beloved Jessie (1994-2006), Maggie (1994-2008) and Mona Lisa (1992-2008) and Peewee (2014) and perhaps someday for me.


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Missing Maggie

She is gone. She's sleeping now.
It's so wrong but right somehow.
No more suffering the arrows of age.
No more wondering when death steals loved Sage.

I'm too numb to really, really feel my pain,
And too dumb to not feel her killing again.
Had to make decision to put out of misery.
Had to be awake to stop her failed, falling body.

Now she's also sleeping next to her loved friend, Jessie.
For me, I'm weeping for my loves lost and their blessing.
It's too big to really grasp enormity of all.
I must dig to feel at last feelings that sleep in Paul.

Like her grave I dug to join my loves eternally,
I must save my love enough to stay in love with me.
Try to see myself through the kind eyes of Maggie dear,
Then to be the self whose kind that Maggie loved to hear.
When then can we pass through Hell and find some love to cheer?
Be a friend like Maggie who held Love's Wisdom so clear.

Missing Maggie
by Loveson G. Flower
5:10 PM Tuesday, June 10, 2008
Les Zeribas
Music's title and musicians unknown.

The 40 or so photos and their order were magically chosen from many hundreds of photos of Maggie by the random selection of the screen saver, as I could certainly not in my grief bear to choose artistically or otherwise which photos and when or how to use them. Surprisingly, so many photos chosen were with her furry friends and only two with not-so-furry (human) friends. For me, the result was a miracle as it so well described beloved Maggie and her loving nature, her beautiful Spirit and all her dear relationships. I miss her so.

This video directly brought our new puppy, Daisy, into our lives as her rescuer, Linda, saw and was touched by "Missing Maggie" and our story when we met on the TGV train. Linda gently convinced us to take Daisy even as we thought it was far too soon only 3 weeks after Maggie's death.


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Maurane - “Que le blues a fait de moi”

Music: “Que le blues a fait de moi” by Maurane from her album, "Quand l'Humain Danse" (2003)

French Lyrics: “Que le blues a fait de moi” (What the blues did to me) from www.paroles.net/chanson/31561.1

Animation by Loveson G. Flower with the following building blocks:
Dolphin Animation: "Desktop Dolphins" 3D Screen Saver - www.UselessCreations.com - please visit for wonderful, artistic screensavers
Text Effects: "Fliptext" Apple OSX Screensaver - Author: Jamie Zawinski
Sound Animation: "Lathe" Itunes Visualizer
Background Colors Animation: "Abstract" Apple OSX Screensaver



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"Light of Love" - Meaning to Me

"Light of Love" - Meaning to Me

by Loveson G. Flower

Above is part of "Light of Love"

To say enough what heart Art shoved

And illustrate my meaning of

a Man's Whole evolving Way of Love.

How does my Spirit here evolve?

How can I fly and fear resolve?

Like after-death experience,

Try project Art to be Love's dance.

To make it ever more a part

Of what my Spirit would impart

To those I love and have loved me,

To close the loop eternally.

For Wholeness is more than a word,

More than expressed, More than we heard

When we set out upon journey

Then free - to be or not to be.

"Light of Love" - Meaning to Me
by Loveson G. Flower
5 May 2008

Here we use the climatic, 8-minute part of 10 chapters of the 70-minute, animated Ballet, "Light of Love," completed in September, 2005 and given then to friends and family. Combined with the Heart Song, "a Ballet of Love Becoming," (7 June 2007) we attempt to express in a "whole" artistic way the meaning of the many months of creative work.

Music: last movemets from Henry the 5th Opera. Light algorithm: "Flurry" - Apple OSX screensaver. Animation: Loveson G. Flower.

English-French Translation by (Traduction anglais-français par) Google Translate

Loveson G. (Gabrielle) Flower (a Nom de “Bloom”)

is an anonymous author & artist whose:

Dream-Awake Spiritual Practice: 

Keep the Mind to the rhyme. Let the Heart do its part. 

So beyond either mode, the Soul shows the road. 

Life Purpose: 

Help free Spirits of fellow creatures & myself. See Beauty, others
& me. Reduce suffering. Help bring Light to Shadow & vice-versa. 

Life Plan: 

All is Welcome. Follow Light & Love.
Be a Team. Breathe. Forgive. Let Go.

Love Cures

Dedicated to dear Pat who taught me what "friendship" really means.











Love Cures
by Loveson G. Flower
17 April 2008
Le Rendezvous, Sanary sur Mer
Music: "Reminiscence"
by Clara Ponty
Animation: "3D Ocean Sunset" Flash Screensaver
by http://sandiegoscreensavers.com - please visit for wonderful artistic screensavers

2nd Animation: OS X Recorded "Fireflies" Screensaver by Matt Perry. Music: Unknown








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UNDER CONSTRUCTION - EN CONSTRUCTION

UN TOURNESOL PAR TOUT AUTRE NOM (ANONYME)

BIENVENUE À "MIND-BODY-HEART" ART DE "LOVESON G. FLOWER"

"That I Would Be Good" by Alanis Morissette

"That I Would Be Good" by Alanis Morissette
Lyrics obtained from Azlyrics.com


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This song is presented because it touches my heart so dearly - I cannot but cry each time I hear it. It expresses what every hurt and wounded inner child wants and needs to hear... for healing, for accepting ourselves and others, and most of all for real and enduring Love.
- Loveson

Buy Gold by Howard Katz

Poem
By Howard Katz


The time has come; it is our fate
To welcome in 2008.
This is the year, below I prove,
When gold mine stocks do make their move.

2005, year-end got hot.
Gold mining stocks moved up a lot.
And gold investors got their kicks
In first 4 months, 2006.

2007, things got warm.
A giant triangle did form.
On Labor Day, this is no joke,
Then out that triangle it broke.

As New Year's holiday comes neigh,
We find that gold is very high.
To tell you this it does behoove,
Gold mining stocks will make their move.

Cause word is out around the town.
The U.S. dollar's going down.
Just like the bad old days of yore,
Bernanke makes the people poor.

Important message of this poem:
You can't afford to own your home
Unless you're taking action bold
And buying mining stocks of gold.

Poem
By Howard Katz
from: www.thegoldbug.net
December, 2007

This poem by Mr. Katz is presented because we believe it artfully tells important truths of our economic state and future that are beyond my ability to express. -- LG Flower


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Life Lived as One

If I would fall in love,
Would the sky be enough?
Would all the moon and stars
Bring Paul's sufficient care?

If living is an action,
What gift is my reaction?
To the darkness there
When too little care;

My hurt kids inside,
Too burnt to ever cry,
To feel all the pain,
Still realing from shame;

Do somehow object
To love's foul subjects.
Pointing out the flaws
Of new loves because

They are broken too.
Like awoken fool
Who now understands
The cruel unloved lands

That we all came from
When we sought the Sun.
But we found shadow;
Not abundance shown

Of the Light of Love
With night's darkness stuff.
Our trees were twisted
From being's blister.

And our shadow kids,
Even though they're hid,
Come on out to play
In own cruel, cute way.

When they see new threat
Like when were begot,
When they were then born
From our fear, forlorn.

What do we try to say?
Please Spirit cry today
And explain our Truth
Of Love's rain pursuit.

Is it still possible
To now feel lovable?
To then become as One
With friend, loved someone?

Do we've enough courage
To be love past the rage;
And hold on real tight
Through cold, killing fright?

Which brings the kids out.
Them singing with shouts,
Their songs of dispair
Of wrongs when love dared.

They feel like before,
Before killed in wars.
When became a corpse,
Shamed beyond remorse.

How can we all say yes?
Inner family of Paul bless
A new love affair,
And let in love there?

If we let all speak,
Won't ugly ones tweak
And destroy the hope
Of boy by being dope?

Please love's inspiration,
Don't tease by your Vision;
And not stay to make
A clear way to say

What the Light could be
If our Sight could See.
That the Love could grow
Enough to then know

That a man and wife
Understanding might
Really become Whole;
Feeling Loving's know.

And the practical
Differences shall
Soon be washed away
If we attach ways.

If would become Team
Which would let being
Have a greater goal
Than individual,

With Life lived as One,
A Wife and Husband,
No longer then two
Discordant songs fool;

With Love's resonance
and Love's loving dance;
Love's Music to hear;
Love's beauty to cheer.

To inspire more
The desire for
A world wonderful.
Where her Wonder's full.

Where she's so happy;
There's no need to be
Depressed from the pain
Of childhood's cruel shame.

Time to go and say
I'm whole enough today,
And I deserve to Love
Unreserved enough.

That bonfire burns
And inspire churns
Past the past darkness
To at last Love's bless.
Pulled by Love's witness,
Held each child confessed,
With no wild child's death.
Whole inner family's blessed.


Life Lived as One
by Loveson G. Flower
11:00 Sunday, 6 January 2008
Home in Artiller before lunch with Anne.
Starry Night painting by Vincent Van Gogh.






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Becoming Maggie

My little puppy, Maggie dear,
Can't seem to leave. She does stay here.
She doesn't die, although she's old.
I wonder why? She love's me so.

Is it because, she needs to see
That her loved Paul OK will be?
She must hold on to help him know
His love is strong, then she can go?

It makes me cry, this fantasy.
After she dies when I'm missing;
Have then I learned the Truth of Love,
Or be so burned no Truth's enough?

To lose someone who's so loyal,
Whose loving sum's beyond royal;
Does seem a cross I cannot bear;
A bitter loss nothing repairs.

Unless somehow I find within,
Her love is now my shining kin.
I become her to never lose -
Blended we are. No love refuse.

And I can then go on with life
Without my friend, through every strife;
Because she's here. She'll never leave.
Inside my tears. Inside my grief.

Inside my efforts to be whole.
I'll cry. I'll comfort those I know.
I'll be my Maggie every day.
My tail I'm wagging to then say:

You're worthy. Yes, really you are.
You're worth I'm feeling. You're a star.
You can shine bright like the Sun.
You are kind. My friend, become.

Become whatever your Spirit shows.
Become creator. Let it go.
Become the Love seen through my eyes.
Then I can run through heaven's skies.

I'll run and play with Jessie then.
We'll wait for day when you come friend.
But don't forget to live and love.
Please don't regret what life does shove.

We've had so much time together.
Grieving's sad touch, stormy weather;
Will pass away. The Spring will be
And you can play and be happy.

And I can rest forever more.
It's for the best. Let Spirits soar;
And fly away to memory.
All Life's someway ephemory.

It cannot last. We can't hold on.
With tears and laughs we must be strong.
And hold the little ones who hurt then.
Who're cold and bitter, feel deserted.

It's Love that really never dies.
Our bodies plastic are love's ties.
They last awhile like forest leafs
But then like smiles they have to leave.

Please let me go. Please find a way
To become Whole, to shine, to say;
To write our Love, for all to know.
Our Light of Love, Maggie-Paul showed.

It hasn't died. It's not over
Though I do lie in field clover.
It will exist forever more.
Please feel my kiss, my Love adored.
You will find bliss past Love's horror.
Please feel Mind-Body-Heart Love more.




Becoming Maggie
by Loveson G. Flower
3:00 PM Wednesday, 2 January 2008
Home in Artillier with Maggie at my side.
Photos taken at Chez René et Artlett and at Les Zeribas, Spring 2007




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Music: Wilhelm Richard Wagner's "Tannhauser" - Begluckt Darf Nun Dich (Pilgrims' Chorus) = Johannes Wildner; Slovak Radio Symphony Orchestra, Bratislava - A To Z Of Opera [Disc 2]

Never, Never Seen

There seems to be a way, that I descend today,
Far into abyss, something is amiss.
Sold some of the gold, to be somewhat bold
So that I can spend, reasonable end.

But before it's sold, the ore that's named gold
Has fallen again. Striking panic then.
It's a reminder, of the real terror
In 2001, when lost those millions.

Had more than could spend. Was so secure then
Thought impossible, that losses could fall.
10+ Million gone, in a few months long
Now with 10%, I can pay my rent.

As I own my house, and don't spend like louse
Who is so needy, or awful greedy.
I live like peasant, with little presents
That I give myself, and live off the shelf.

But I need new clothes, and a few apples
To make my life go. To let the strife go.
My life Spiritual is like bitter pills,
That I must swallow - So to Trust, Allow.

I can say the words, but delay the cure
Of really to be, without fear / wanting.
I like to be free, financially;
And to stay at home, to play until some

New World does arrive. But can I survive
All this worrying, without curing me?
I lose confidence, of my Wonder's dance.
So I don't Heart Song. Don't do Art too long.

So all the problems, rob Paul's songs again.
And we return to where, were lost with no care.
Where Mom wasn't there. Couldn't listen here.
She didn't know how. Couldn't show love now.

Except in her way: distant with no play.
Just her presence there. Not extended care.
She was a child hurt. Parents never heard
Her expressions too. She never learned to

Listen to her kids or to herself then.
Wasn't possible to know losses pulled
From all of the pain when ignored in shame;
From the fear of more, tears and real horror.

So just the silence. No trust in Love's dance.
That could uncover, family lovers.
It is still the same. But it killed the game.
We can't e're connect. Cannot ever let

The others to know, what Love's missing so.
It is just my fault. Trust locked in a vault
With key thrown away. Can't loan anyway
For I've lost it all. It the cost and fall

Far from pedestal. When then little Paul
Was dad's big hero. The lad tried to go
Way over the hill, before we were killed.
To save family, especially me.

But no one could hear, past their own dark fears.
So they ran away. Soul's Way didn't play.
All our religion, was just word's undone;
In hypocrisy - to sock little me.

But my outer self with successes held
Before everyone, before was undone;
Were just masking all of the pain of Paul.
Who was crying out, with whispers and shouts

To family silent. Trying then to dent
The armor around all our silent clowns
That we kept out there, to keep stress under
The rude breaking point of Truth's earthquake boy.

Who always said too, much of his dead Truth.
Was unpopular. As we lost the war.
Until it was gone. Never any Song.
No real family. Killed by Never Seen.

Never Seen by them. Never Seen even
By near anyone. Couldn't clearly come
To a reckoning. Or Reconciling
To finally be some more family.

So in paradise, where I've finally died
Here in the Nature, where Beauty's so clear;
I find o'er again, Mind-Heart will not blend
As I keep away, weeping's grieving's way.

I hope to break out. Make the dope not cow.
To spiral upward, to more loving world.
But the Shadow knows what the lads oppose;
And it does demand Spirit come undamned.

So the water flows, after laughter goes.
And Maturity, comes to every
Part inside and out. Mind-Body-Heart now
To find Unity. To shine completely.
Heart-Mind to really, find Loving in me.

Clown Family


Never, Never Seen
by Loveson G. Flower
in artillier at Les Zeribas
6:00 PM Tuesday, June 26, 2007
Photos fm: http://galpano.vision-360.net/data/media/5/V_3clowns.jpg
http://smileclowns.org-images-ca2cast.jpg

Descend Into Dark

"Meantime we shall express our darker purpose."

-- King Lear - Act 1, Scene 1 by William Shakespeare

So we do descend, into dark then
Way below the Light, even though not night.
Is it depression? Surely regression
Far below our goals. War, we know, the foe.

It seems familiar, this depressing war
Where no one escapes. It is far too late.
For the bombs do fall. Horror, run, appall
Are our lone choices. Lonely tone voices.

Makes no difference. Our fate’s sent to us
By the falling bomb. By the waiting tomb.
We can only wait, for death’s lonely gate.
How fast will it come? Will it last undone?

Will it be real slow? Killing’s painful show
Tortured by the time, by the horror crime.
That stole Liberty, Freedom’s wholeness tree,
With her branches strong to support our songs.

But they’ve killed the roots, in greedy pursuits.
The trunk is falling. No one is holding.
Can’t be any leaves, fruits or flowering
Without all the rest. Without Freedom’s Quest.

When there’s no justice, then there is ‘just us.’
No rights in system, that insists Freedom
Isn’t worth the price. Where serfs are then diced
On the cutting block. Can’t let Love unlock

The huge potential, of the human hell
That wants to be free, mankind’s Liberty.
The real terrorists, aren’t the bitter kids
Who are throwing stones at huge tanks alone.

But the powerful, who use power well
To rain hate and fire, shameful fate inspired.
Bringing forth the dark, sing horrible parts
That must keep control. No trust in our Whole.

Is this now the end? Somehow cowed and bent
Like old Prufrock’s song. Not an explosion.
But with a whimper, living ends its world.
Fading in retreat. Way of Souls' defeat.

The old religions, who’ve stolen millions
Of their spiritual, loving potential;
Will they realize, their ways are such lies?
With the lust and pride finally must die?

And take us with you, in a way so cruel
That forever hell doesn’t repay well
All the damage done to man’s lost Freedom;
For his ignorance, from your “holy” dance.

That was but charade, to Love’s real parade.
From the real Wisdom that really transcends.
That is not a trick, something oh, so sick
Using mind control, to bind abused fold.

Freedom is to think; to become, to blink.
Not just stayed wide-eyed, cruelly hypnotised.
Sitting in the pew, letting “sin” be spewed
By the hate agent, to forsake Love sent

Then to each inside. When our loving cries
Are all bottled up by their call’s dogma
To trust only them. Not lone reasoning.
Trust but verify. Uncover the lies.

Follow only Truth, only Truth’s pursuit.
For our ignorance, is war’s only chance
Of then destroying, Freedom’s love soaring.
Mankind’s real nature: Loving, healing world.

Where we are allowed, every man and child
And each woman too, to be then a fool
But also to grow into adult Soul
With Wisdom’s discern, to real Wisdom learn;
Our Freedom to earn, not killed from Love burned.


Descend Into Dark
by Loveson G. Flower
Wednesday 6:00 AM June 13, 2006
Home in bed

Palestine boy photo from:
http://img100.imageshack.us/img100/8775/palestineboyvstankmx1.jpg
T-i-a-n-a-n-m-e-n S-q-u-a-r-e (C-e-n-s-o-r-e-d?) man photo:
http://bieniosek.com/gallery/albums/album15/t-i-a-n-a-n-m-e-n_tank_1.sized.jpg

a Ballet of Love Becoming - un ballet de devenir d'amour

a Ballet of Love Becoming  

un ballet de devenir d'amour

I had an inspired idea that came
To advance to higher Love and aim:
To break the "Light of Love" apart.
For Love's sake. For Sight's sake. 
For Mind-Body-Heart.

The are 10 main chapters of our Love Ballet.

Each carefully arranged to show our Love's way.

As Gabrielle, our Spirit child, dances through

Past abandonment's hell, through dark night oh-too-cruel.

She first must face and hold all her Shadow,

And thrust the sword so bold with mirror's foe.

The Shadow has four directions in all:

The dark and bright; Horror and Wisdom's call.

And even after she has earned her wings,

Believing the chapter cruel is done burning,

The Shadow returns again and again.

A Spiral that churns light and darkness blend.

Then comes the becoming of Love and Light.

Sunflower Love dancing changing the night.

In transition from Candlelight into, 

She wins position to let Love's Light pull.

The dawn of Loving and Wholeness begins

Upon Loves dancing together as friends.

Anima, Animus; inner Lovers,

Hand in Hand each to bless one another.

Then in her last dance as dear Unity,

She extends advance past Shadow's fearsome be.

Wearing Shadow's armor and wings of gold,

She's dancing with Love's Light. Bring warm Love when cold.

She states our bold Purpose of Life to us all.

Don't wait then in cold woe from dying's cruel fall.

She directs our Symphony with Light and sword

To send Love's Wisdom See to help right Man's world.

After these 8 chapters in her body,

The "Light of Love" happens spiritually.

The Light is in our hands. It always was,

If Sight of Understanding Paul follows.

But even in the full Spiritual world,

The drama unfolds to let Spirit come hold.

The lonely Light almost does go away,

Dying in night where no energy stays.

But suddenly at the darkest moment,

Loved friends bring lonely Light their blessings sent.

So Light evolves and grows ever brighter.

Wisdom's Sight revolves in spiraling world.

Then with grand chorus the Climax arrives.

Light lives to show Man way Love never dies.

Energy rearranging yet again.

Synergy of changing. Letting Go. Friends.

Our bodies die. Our loved ones disappear.

But Love survives. Let go desire, fear.

Help is on the way. We're never alone.

Let Hell go away. Your Heaven is shown.

What we dream becomes our reality.
Love's Seeing can be Sun's (Son's?) eternity.

We are a part of Universal dance.

Mind-Body-Heart sent Love to cure, enhance.

In final chapter we must give credit

For ever after, for what loved friends did.

We stand on shoulders of those gone before.

Gabrielle with Love's Light doesn't need sword.

Understand Night of Death is not horror....

....And Life's a Ballet of Love Becoming more.

..

a Ballet of Love Becoming
by Loveson G. (Gabrielle) Flower
Thursday, 3:00 PM, 7 June 2007
in the car at the seashore, La Brusc, France

DVD cover art and 16 frames (from over 40,000 still frames) from "Light of Love - a ballet of Love Becoming" an animated, musical ballet by Loveson G. (Gabrielle) Flower published for friends and family in September, 2005.

Light of Love - a Ballet of Love Becoming 

by Loveson G. (Gabrielle) Flower

English-French Translation by (Traduction anglais-français par) Google Translate

Loveson G. (Gabrielle) Flower (a Nom de “Bloom”)

is an anonymous author & artist whose:

Dream-Awake Spiritual Practice: 

Keep the Mind to the rhyme. Let the Heart do its part. 

So beyond either mode, the Soul shows the road. 

Life Purpose: 

Help free Spirits of fellow creatures & myself. See Beauty, others
& me. Reduce suffering. Help bring Light to Shadow & vice-versa. 

Life Plan: 

All is Welcome. Follow Light & Love.
Be a Team. Breathe. Forgive. Let Go.