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What inspires you today? 

3/9/2014

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I love the fact that we are  headed back into the light. Now we can enjoy more daylight and for me that means more time spent walking with  my dog and friends and drinking in the extraordinary beauty of New Jersey's parks. The following is a poem I stumbled upon when I was about 12 years old.  This poem by Conrad Aiken always inspired me and seemed to be a celebration of spring.

Morning Song From Senlin

It is morning, Senlin says, and in the morning  When the light drips through the shutters like the dew,  I arise, I face the sunrise,  And do the things my fathers learned to do.  Stars in the purple dusk above the rooftops  pale in a saffron mist and seem to die,  And I myself on swiftly tilting planet  Stand before a glass and tie my tie.    

Vine-leaves tap my window,  Dew-drops sing to the garden stones,  The robin chirps in the chinaberry tree  Repeating three clear tones.     It is morning. I stand by the mirror  And tie my tie once more.  While waves far off in a pale rose twilight
Crash on a white sand shore.  I stand by a mirror and comb my hair:  How small and white my face!--  The green earth tilts through a sphere of air  And bathes in a flame of space. 

There are houses hanging above the stars  And stars hung under a sea...  And a sun far off in a shell of silence  Dapples my walls for me.

It is morning, Senlin says, and in the morning  should I not pause in the light to remember God?  Upright and firm I stand on a star unstable,  He is immense and lonely as a cloud.  I will dedicate this moment before my mirror  To him alone, for him I will comb my hair. 

Accept these humble offerings, clouds of silence!  I will think of you as I descend the stair.     Vine-leaves tap my window,  The snail-track shines on the stones;  Dew-drops flash from the chinaberry tree  repeating two clear tones.   

It is morning, I awake from a bed of silence,  Shining I rise from the starless waters of sleep.  The walls are about me still as in the evening,  I am the same, and the same name still I keep. The earth revolves with me, yet makes no motion,  The stars pale silently in a coral sky.  In a whistling void I stand before my mirror,  Unconcerned, and tie my tie. 

 There are horses neighing on far-off hills  tossing their long white manes,  And mountains flash in the rose-white dusk,  Their shoulders black with rains.

It is morning, I stand by the mirror  And surprise my soul once more;  The blue air rushes above my ceiling,  There are suns beneath my floor.

It is morning, Senlin says, I ascend from darkness  And depart on the winds of space for I know not where;  My watch is wound, a key is in my pocket,  And the sky is darkened as I descend the stair.  There are shadows across the windows, clouds in heaven,  And a god among the stars; and I will go  Thinking of him as I might think of daybreak  And humming a tune I know.

Vine-leaves tap at the window,  Dew-drops sing to the garden stones,  The robin chirps in the chinaberry tree  Repeating three dear tones.




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    You are invited to add comments, poetry, passages from sacred texts on this page  -- anything that inspires you.
    Inspire means to "breathe into" -- we have the opportunity to breathe into one another joy, hope, new ideas for living fully and with great passion. 

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    Painting by Margaret B. Pravata of Warren, NJ. Inspired by the work of Leonardo Da Vinci. Oil fresco, oil paints on plaster on wood.

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