"yet cloudless" – 267 rezultate
0.01 secundeMeilisearchGabrisl Zancu
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mo derrik
not yet ! is coming..
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Bbla
n: 11 nov 1989 d: not yet :D YM: tya_mat
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Osho
Tantra is a very revolutionary concept - the oldest and yet the newest. Tantra is one of the oldest traditions and yet untraditional, even antitraditional, because tantra says unless you are whole and one you are missing life altogether. You should not remain in a split state: you must become one. What to do to become one? You can go on thinking but that is not going to help because thinking is the technique to divide. Thinking is analytical. It divides;it splits things. Feeling unites, synthesizes, makes things one. So you can go on thinking, reading, studying, contemplating. It is not going to help unless you fall back to the feeling centre. Sex can be a very deep fulfillment, and sex can throw you back to your wholeness, to your natural, real being, for many reasons. Those reasons have to be understood. One, sex is a total act. You are thrown off your mind, off balance. That is why there is so much fear of sex. You are identified with the mind, and sex is a no-mind act. You become...
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DXDaniel X
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Valentina Gheorghe
I am nothing in particular, yet I AM :)
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NANicoleta Albu
"Alice:How long is forever? White Rabbit:Sometimes, just one second." Endless time. We crave it and yet we curse it. Lewis Carroll
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WWWalt Whitman
Walter Whitman (n. 31 mai 1819 - d. 26 martie 1892) a fost un poet, eseist, jurnalist și umanist american. Considerat „cel mai mare poet american” de către mulți pe când trecuseră doar patru ani de la moartea sa, Whitman este văzut ca primul poet urban. El a fost unul dintre reprezentanții tranziției de la transcendentalism la realism, opera sa arătându-se influențată de ambele curente. Opera sa a fost tradusă în mai mult de douăzeci și cinci de limbi străine. Walt Whitman este unul din cei mai influenți și controversați poeți din canonul american. Scrierile sale au fost caracterizate drept un „rude shock” („șoc puternic”) și drept „the most audacious and debatable contribution yet made to American literature” (cea mai îndrăzneață și discutabilă contribuție adusă până acum literaturii americane). Așa cum scrie Walt Whitman în „Leaves of Grass (By Blue Ontario's Shore)”, „Rimele și versificatorii pier... America își va justifica existența, dați-i timp...” Walter Whitman s-a născut pe...
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Igor Ursenco
CURRICULUM VITAE(Epekeina tes ousias: "beyond the being" Plato)) It's my thirst which concedes that there is water... Irrigated, my soul awakes forth: I'm surviving my nigts,for I taper this body worth... I exceed all my fates.I should figth her wasted battles, anxious to allot penitences of Eva & wagger fleengs of Loth... Who I am? Could she know? Yet I master her thougts - trespassing my bounds - remote... May I be her breath, confined by - rather - things she sais me not..?
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ELEdward Lear
Edward Lear (12 May 1812 – 29 January 1888) was an English artist, illustrator, author, and poet, renowned today primarily for his literary nonsense, in poetry and prose, and especially his limericks, a form that he popularised. Lear was born into a middle-class family in the village of Holloway, the 21st child of Ann and Jeremiah Lear. He was raised by his eldest sister, also named Ann, 21 years his senior. Ann doted on Lear and continued to mother him until her death, when Lear was almost 50 years of age. Due to the family's failing financial fortune, at age four he and his sister had to leave the family home and set up house together. Largely educated by himself, Lear has been described as idiosyncratic yet brilliantly talented[citation needed]. Lear also suffered from health issues. From the age of six he suffered frequent grand mal epileptic seizures, and bronchitis, asthma, and in later life, partial blindness. Lear experienced his first seizure at a fair near Highgate with his...
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She walks in beauty
de George Gordon Noel Byron
She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that\'s best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes: Thus mellowed to that tender light Which heaven to...
Not finished yet
de Florin Draghici
Se sparge aerul din jur cazând însusi în sine Si cosmosul de-un astru se mai tine Un ultim martor obosit a tot ce-a fost odata Când infinitul fu copil cu soarta-i minunata Când cântece de îngeri...
No reply... (yet)
de D. P.
Deși am început de luni doar cu suspine, La cinci minute de l-al tău ultim sărut, Am avut o săptămână ce mi s-a părut Că zilele-s senine și de lumină pline. În week-end iar, am fost cu ai mei plecat,...
Connections
de Coana Loenida
Yet another glitch An addition to out list Of missed connections
Daphnis and Cloe
de ruxandra stanescu
There never was anyone yet that could escape love...and never shall be. Never so long as beauty shall be, never so long as eyes can see. "Daphnis and Cloe" Longus
Distraction
de Coana Loenida
My thoughts far away Yet again conjuring you Oh sweet distraction
Sustenance
de Coana Loenida
Our daily contact Small yet so necessary My soul\'s sustenance
Silentium
de Osip Mandelstam
She has not yet been born: she is music and word, and therefore the untorn, fabric of what is stirred. Silent the ocean breathes. Madly day’s glitter roams. Spray of pale lilac foams, in a bowl of...
I Am
de Sorana Petrescu Felicia
I AM all here... yet all you’re able to perceive of me is a part of my Dream. Illusions? Rather a deeply seductive mask of disillusions… - “You’re beautiful !” - No ! You are what’s beautiful about...
metamorphosis
de uana
METAMORPHOSIS As joy surpasses pain We are so filled of beauty And of treasures yet unseen By the common eye, that We kinda float up in the air On a cloud or with the wind... We burst out of...