The Garden to Extinguished
One person searches for his love
One person finds his love
The Garden (English sonnet)
To find that flower which defines his dreams
She�s always so much closer than she seems
What lonesome wonder makes a man so blind
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He searches there along the empty streams
Where memories are lost and left behind
And future hopes are not so well refined
While somewhere someone�s there to mend his seams
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She watches from the silence of her heart
Which yearns again to cry out from the dark
But fears unknown response if he might hear
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As long as there are dreams they�re not apart
Within some gardens lovers leave their mark
Which brings some special meaning to a tear
A garden which holds one of love's mysteries is explored by this English sonnet. As most sonnets of this type, this one is divided into two parts. The first part finds a person searching for his love. Notice, his love is so strong that he endures harsh challenges. In the second half we have a maiden. It is unclear where or when she is. (Let our imagination go.) The second half also contains a wonder of love.
All of us, the people Arlene and I went to school with, were getting married. There were a few who thought marriage, at least right now, was not for them. Brian was not one of these. He wanted to get married. The problem was: he didn't have a girl in his life. Arlene suggested that he concentrate on the things he enjoyed and he will bump into someone who shared his interests. Brian believed and trusted her. Enter the picture, Anna. Did I say that there were no girls in Brian's life? To Brian, Anna was more. They were good friends since who knows when. Strangely, she was going through the same thing as Brian. They met other people. People who were not quite right. After each let down Brian and Anna would share the short falls with each other. Anna got seriously ill and was hospitalized. Brian was her best visitor. He would stay with her as long as he could. He would bring her things to raise her spirits. Arlene was there when Anna was released. From the bed to the wheelchair, Anna slipped. Brian caught her. Something happened, even Arlene could see it. Love!They eventually got married and are still together.
An amazing thing, our brain. Do we have any idea how complicated it is to eat with a spoon? Of course not. It is something we learned long ago. The mechanics of it stored in our brain. We can use a spoon without thinking about it. We can even use a spoon while doing other things. This is natural and pretty amazing. But how many other things have become spoons? The brain, just doing its job, stores away so many things. Some for the good, but there are some things... Ever notice the glories of the moon on a star clad night with the scent of our love in the air? These are things our brain would simply process and store. We must actively get our brain to take in differently. We must actively open our brain to take in and become a part of the world around us. As we exercise our great gift the better it gets. And we should exercise it to experience the wonders all around to the fullest.There in that amazing gem shines the light to Enjoy.
All of us, the people Arlene and I went to school with, were getting married. There were a few who thought marriage, at least right now, was not for them. Brian was not one of these. He wanted to get married. The problem was: he didn't have a girl in his life. Arlene suggested that he concentrate on the things he enjoyed and he will bump into someone who shared his interests. Brian believed and trusted her. Enter the picture, Anna. Did I say that there were no girls in Brian's life? To Brian, Anna was more. They were good friends since who knows when. Strangely, she was going through the same thing as Brian. They met other people. People who were not quite right. After each let down Brian and Anna would share the short falls with each other. Anna got seriously ill and was hospitalized. Brian was her best visitor. He would stay with her as long as he could. He would bring her things to raise her spirits. Arlene was there when Anna was released. From the bed to the wheelchair, Anna slipped. Brian caught her. Something happened, even Arlene could see it. Love!They eventually got married and are still together.
An amazing thing, our brain. Do we have any idea how complicated it is to eat with a spoon? Of course not. It is something we learned long ago. The mechanics of it stored in our brain. We can use a spoon without thinking about it. We can even use a spoon while doing other things. This is natural and pretty amazing. But how many other things have become spoons? The brain, just doing its job, stores away so many things. Some for the good, but there are some things... Ever notice the glories of the moon on a star clad night with the scent of our love in the air? These are things our brain would simply process and store. We must actively get our brain to take in differently. We must actively open our brain to take in and become a part of the world around us. As we exercise our great gift the better it gets. And we should exercise it to experience the wonders all around to the fullest.There in that amazing gem shines the light to Enjoy.
Let's take another stroll in the garden: Gary Stadler with Stephannie "Garden Of Dreams"
What does this fire in my heart mean
If you�ve ever felt a warm glow inside when in love a study has shown that emotional states are associated with specific sensations regardless of a person�s culture. The research visually shows that heartbroken people really do feel an ache in their chest, weak with sadness or feel happiness spreading over their entire body. Being in love makes a person feel a warm glow everywhere.
To help illustrate what's going on a video by Ashley Anderson and Jacob Mann may help. "CGI Animated Short Film "Extinguished Short Film" by Ashley Anderson and Jacob Mann"
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