The Child's Sight

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The child's wisdom is in saying

They say what they see when they see it

I am beginning to remember how 

When I don't say it when I see it

I remember it differently

I am walking with the children

They have included me

None of us eavesdrop anymore

We speak the same celestial gibberish

Our spirit ticks the same

I feel again and am part of the inside world

The child is a little inspector when it crawls

It touches and tastes the earth

Rolls and stumbles toward the object 

Zigzags like a sail

And outmaneuvers the room

I am learning the child's way

I pick up wood pieces from the ground

And see shapes into them

I notice a purple velvet bee resting on a flower

And stop to listen to its buzz

They have included me 

And though I will not be put away to rock alone

And I don't roll down the plush hills

Nor spit for luck

I am learning their way

They have given me back the bliss of my senses

~ Hy Sobiloff

Quote on crying over spilt milk

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...if by 'milk' it is meant all or any earthly good whatever, it is the 'spilt milk' that we should lament. There is no reason to cry for the milk that has not been wasted, the good that is not lost. So let us cry for the spilt milk, by all means, if by doing so we learn how to avoid spilling any more. Let us cry for the spilt milk, and remember how, and where, and why, we spilt it. Much wisdom is learnt through tears, but none by forgetting our lessons.

~ María Amparo Ruiz de Burton

Quote on crying over spilt milk

Source: EcoBlog.co.za

...if by 'milk' it is meant all or any earthly good whatever, it is the 'spilt milk' that we should lament. There is no reason to cry for the milk that has not been wasted, the good that is not lost. So let us cry for the spilt milk, by all means, if by doing so we learn how to avoid spilling any more. Let us cry for the spilt milk, and remember how, and where, and why, we spilt it. Much wisdom is learnt through tears, but none by forgetting our lessons.

~ María Amparo Ruiz de Burton

The Lamp

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I write in order to comprehend not to express myself
I don’t grasp anything I’m not ashamed to admit it
sharing this not knowing with a maple leaf
So I turn with questions to words wiser than myself
to things that will endure long after us
I wait to gain wisdom from chance
I expect sense from silence
Perhaps something suddenly will happen
and pulse with hidden truth
like the spirit of the flame in the oil lamp
under which we bowed our heads
when we were very young
and grandma crossed the bread with a knife
and we believed in everything
So now I yearn for nothing as much
as for that faith

~ Anna Kamienska

The Lamp

Source: DHD Multimedia Gallery

I write in order to comprehend not to express myself
I don’t grasp anything I’m not ashamed to admit it
sharing this not knowing with a maple leaf
So I turn with questions to words wiser than myself
to things that will endure long after us
I wait to gain wisdom from chance
I expect sense from silence
Perhaps something suddenly will happen
and pulse with hidden truth
like the spirit of the flame in the oil lamp
under which we bowed our heads
when we were very young
and grandma crossed the bread with a knife
and we believed in everything
So now I yearn for nothing as much
as for that faith

~ Anna Kamienska