Just a Girl Lost 2

Just a girl lost~ Here I share bits & pieces of me, in poetry, prose, music & posts from writers who inspire me.


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Be a lotus flower…

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“As a lotus flower is born in water, grows in water and rises out of water to stand above it unsoiled, so I, born in the world, raised in the world having overcome the world, live unsoiled by the world”

 

~ Buddha

 

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Happy Easter †

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The Resurrection of Jesus

But at daybreak on the first day of the week they took the spices they had prepared and went to the tomb.

They found the stone rolled away from the tomb;

but when they entered, they did not find the body of the Lord Jesus.

While they were puzzling over this, behold, two men in dazzling garments appeared to them.

They were terrified and bowed their faces to the ground. They said to them, “Why do you seek the living one among the dead?

He is not here, but he has been raised.  Remember what he said to you while he was still in Galilee,

that the Son of Man must be handed over to sinners and be crucified, and rise on the third day.”

And they remembered his words.

Luke 24: 1-9

 

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“The Lord Is Risen and Was Seen Alive”

ROME, 7 APRIL 2007 (ZENIT)

Here is a translation of a commentary by the Pontifical Household preacher, Capuchin Father Raniero Cantalamessa, on the readings for Easter Sunday’s liturgy.

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He is Risen!
Easter Sunday
Acts 10:34a, 37-43; Colossians 3:1-4; John 20:1-9

There are men — we see this in the phenomenon of suicide bombers — who die for a misguided or even evil cause, mistakenly retaining, but in good faith, that the cause is a worthy one.

Even Christ’s death does not testify to the truth of his cause, but only the fact that he believed in its truth. Christ’s death is the supreme witness of his charity, but not of his truth. This truth is adequately testified to only by the Resurrection. “The faith of Christians,” says St. Augustine, “is the resurrection of Christ. It is no great thing to believe that Jesus died; even the pagans believe this, everyone believes it. The truly great thing is to believe that he is risen.”

Keeping to the purpose that has guided us up to this point, we must leave faith aside for the moment and attend to history. We would like to try to respond to the following question: Can Christ’s resurrection be defined as a historical event, in the common sense of the term, that is, did it “really happen”?

There are two facts that offer themselves for the historian’s consideration and permit him to speak of the Resurrection: First, the sudden and inexplicable faith of the disciples, a faith so tenacious as to withstand even the trial of martyrdom; second, the explanation of this faith that has been left by those who had it, that is, the disciples. In the decisive moment, when Jesus was captured and executed, the disciples did not entertain any thoughts about the resurrection. They fled and took Jesus’ case to be closed.

In the meantime something had to intervene that in a short time not only provoked a radical change of their state of soul, but that led them to an entirely different activity and to the founding of the Church. This “something” is the historical nucleus of Easter faith.

The oldest testimony to the Resurrection is Paul’s: “For I delivered to you first of all that which I also received: That Christ died for our sins, according to the Scriptures, and that he was buried, and that he rose again according to the Scriptures; and that he was seen by Cephas, and after that by the eleven.

“Then he was seen by more than 500 brethren at once, of whom many are still with us and some are fallen asleep. After that, he was seen by James, then by all the apostles. And last of all, he was seen also by me, as by one born out of due time” (1 Corinthians 15:3-8).

These words were written around A.D. 56 or 57. But the core of the text is constituted by an anterior faith that Paul himself says he received from others. Keeping in mind that Paul learned of these things immediately after his conversion, we can date them to about A.D. 35, that is, five or six years after the death of Christ. It is thus a testimony of rare historical value.

The accounts of the Evangelists were written some decades later and reflect a later phase in the Church’s reflection. But the core of the testimony remains unchanged: The Lord is risen and was seen alive. To this a new element is added, perhaps determined by an apologetic preoccupation, and so of minor historical value: The insistence on the fact of the empty tomb. Even for the Gospels, the appearances of the Risen Christ are the decisive facts.

The appearances, nevertheless, testify to a new dimension of the Risen Christ, his mode of being “according to the Spirit,” which is new and different with respect to his previous mode of existing, “according to the flesh.” For example, he cannot be recognized by whoever sees him, but only by those to whom he gives the ability to know him. His corporeality is different from what it was before. It is free from physical laws: It enters and exits through closed doors; it appears and disappears.

According to a different explanation of the Resurrection, one advanced by Rudolf Bultmann and still proposed today, what we have here are psychogenetic visions, that is, subjective phenomena similar to hallucinations. But this, if it were true, would constitute in the end a greater miracle than the one that such explanations wish to deny. It supposes that in fact different people, in different situations and locations, had the same impression, the same hallucination.

The disciples could not have deceived themselves: They were specific people — fishermen — not at all given to visions. They did not believe the first ones; Jesus almost has to overpower their resistance: “O foolish men, and slow of heart to believe!” They could not even want to deceive others. All of their interests opposed this; they would have been the first to feel themselves deceived by Jesus. If he were not risen, to what purpose would it have been to face persecution and death for him? What material benefit would they have drawn from it?

If the historical character of the Resurrection — that is, its objective, and not only subjective, character — is denied, the birth of the Church and of the faith become an even more inexplicable mystery than the Resurrection itself. It has been justly observed that “the idea that the imposing edifice of the history of Christianity is like an enormous pyramid balanced upon an insignificant fact is certainly less credible than the assertion that the entire event — and that also means the most significant fact within this — really did occupy a place in history comparable to the one that the New Testament attributes to it.”

Where does the historical research on the Resurrection arrive? We can see it in the words of the disciples of Emmaus: Some disciples went to Jesus’ tomb Easter morning and they found that things were as the women had said who had gone their before them, “but they did not see him.” History too must take itself to Jesus’ tomb and see that things are as the witnesses have said. But it does not see the Risen One. It is not enough to observe matters historically. It is necessary to see the Risen Christ, and this is something history cannot do; only faith can.

The angel who appeared to the women Easter morning said to them: “Why do you seek the living among the dead?” (Luke 24:5). I must confess that at the end of these reflections I feel that this rebuke is also directed at me. It is as if the angel were to say to me: “Why do you waste time seeking among dead human and historical arguments, the one who is alive and at work in the Church and in the world? Go instead and tell his brothers that he is risen.”

If it were up to me, that is the only thing I would do. I quit teaching the history of Christian origins 30 years ago to dedicate myself to proclaming the Kingdom of God, but now when I am faced with radical and unfounded denials of the truth of the Gospels, I have felt obliged to take up the tools of my trade again.

This is why I have decided to use these commentaries on the Sunday Gospels to oppose a tendency often motivated by commercial interests and help those who may read my observations to form an opinion about Jesus that is less influenced by the clamor of the advertising world.

 

https://www.ewtn.com/library/Doctrine/zeasterfaith.htm


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You can tear a poem apart ~ Dylan Thomas

 

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You can tear a poem apart to see what makes it tick…. You’re back with the mystery of having been moved by words. The best craftsmanship always leaves holes and gaps… so that something that is not in the poem can creep, crawl, flash or thunder in.

~ Dylan Thomas

~Dylan Thomas, Poetic Manifesto, 1961

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To be a poet ~ by George Eliot

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To be a poet is to have a soul so quick to discern that no shade of quality escapes it, and so quick to feel that discernment is but a hand playing with finely ordered variety on the chords of emotion—a soul in which knowledge passes instantaneously into feeling, and feeling flashes back as a new organ of knowledge. One may have that condition by fits only.

 

~George Eliot

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National Poetry Month : Quotes about Poetry

In poetry and in eloquence the beautiful and grand must spring from the commonplace…. All that remains for us is to be new while repeating the old, and to be ourselves in becoming the echo of the whole world.

~Alexandre Vinet (1797–1847)

 

Poetry,—the language of the Imagination and the Passions,—the oldest and most beauteous offspring of Literature.

~Frederick Hinde, Poetry, a lecture delivered in London on the evening of April 8, 1858

 

The courage of the poet is to keep ajar the door that leads to madness.

~Christopher Morley, Inward Ho!

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It is vain for the sober man to knock at poesy’s door.

~Plato

 

No poems can please for long or live that are written by water-drinkers.

~Horace, Satires

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The true poet is all the time a visionary and whether with friends or not, as much alone as a man on his death bed.

~W.B. Yeats

A poet is an unhappy being whose heart is torn by secret sufferings, but whose lips are so strangely formed that when the sighs and the cries escape them, they sound like beautiful music… and then people crowd about the poet and say to him: “Sing for us soon again;” that is as much as to say, “May new sufferings torment your soul.”

~ Søren Kierkegaard

 

Poetry is the revelation of a feeling that the poet believes to be interior and personal which the reader recognizes as his own.

~Salvatore Quasimodo

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To have great poets there must be great audiences too.

~Walt Whitman

 

The sublimity of poetry, you see, lies in the fact that it does not take an educated person to understand it and to love it. On the contrary. The educated do not understand it, and generally they despise it, because they have too much pride. To love poetry it is enough to have a soul,—a little soul, naked, like a flower. Poets speak to the souls of the simple, of the sad, of the sick. And that is why they are eternal. Do you know that, when one has sensibility, one is always something of a poet?

~Octave Mirbeau, A Chambermaid’s Diary / Le Journal d’une Femme de Chambre, 1900, translated from the French by Benjamin R. Tucker

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No man was ever yet a great poet, without being at the same time a profound philosopher. For poetry is the blossom and the fragrancy of all human knowledge, human thoughts, human passions, emotions, language.

~S.T. Coleridge (1772–1834), Biographia Literaria, 1817

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Stuff I’ve Been Doing on Pinterest when Insomnia Hits

I have been writing poetry, I have been thinking of  Sweet Love and things, but I’ve not finished anything yet.  They are the new Drafts in my draft folder.  A MESS of words unraveling in a big ball of yarn I try untangling. messy and inelegant

I go off on tangents, I can’t seem to not ramble from A to B to C to  X Y Z  and back again, etc until I just give up in disgust and go to something else.  Wash. Rinse. Repeat

But, I can tell a little bit of the larger picture.

I will, no matter if I wanna scrap this by the time I’m finished, I WILL  post.

Not sure if it’s good or bad, but I’m going to anyway.

I wanna leave that comfort zone of trashing mistakes.

Here ya go!

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I’ve been on Pinterest, a LOT the last few days, A LOT, OCD A LOT.

I’ve fallen in love with Poetry, every single type of poetry.  I’ve been creating boards left and right to narrow down my categories.

I’m focusing right now on

*Enlightenment, Finding True Peace & Happiness 

*Poets and Poetry that I love

*Spiritual Hope, Finding strength in difficult times

*Literature and Art and how it affects Culture and History, how it brings beauty and value to Mankind,  all living things,

*Childhood and the Importance of Reading.  Creativity, Happiness, Critical Thinking, Beauty  in nature,  living creatures, all people.

 

Homeschooling/Teaching  &

UnEducating…  It’s not used by all those homeschooling, not at all.  It’s a way to Educate as the child’s interest and strengths dictate, not on a timetable and having outdoor time as teaching, etc.  It’s very interesting.  Learning always is.

 

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and

I just found this gem of a writer named Jenny Holzer.

She’s truly amazing.

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Inflammatory Essays by Jenny Holzer

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the newest board,

Art of War ~ Sun Tzu

I’ve been reading a lot of others who write these types of things, but not specifically.  I love it.  I  had the book, but I lost it. It’s a brilliant read, but my brain gets tired , like it does from all the other things I read, and my lack of sleep.

So, that’s what I’ve been doing during down time, and my late nights trying to sleep.

Thank you for reading me. I truly appreciate & love when you visit me! 

Know that I always love to read and adore you. ❤️ ❤️ ❤️

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We are Bound

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A bundle of letters

in moments

of living

Bleeding ink

for love

Devils & angels

bound by the bond

we share

as lovers

of the written word

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*image, the gorgeous Ms. Lana Del Rey