A Child Unheard

Poetical Healing of the Mind

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Compaire the back of the Daives book with this extract form Paulo Coelho

 

Sometimes an uncontrollable feeling of sadness grips us, he said. We recognize that the

magic moment of the day has passed and that we've done nothing ahout it. Life begins to

conceal its magic and its art.

We have to listen to the child we once were, the child who still exists inside us. That child

understands magic moments. We can stifle its cries, but we cannot silence its voice.

The child we once were is still there. Blessed are the children, for theirs is the kingdom of

heaven.

If we are not reborn—if we cannot learn to look at life with the innocence and the

enthusiasm of childhood—it makes no sense to go on living.

There are many ways to commit suicide. Those who try to kill the body violate God's law.

Those who try to kill the soul also violate God's law, even though their crime is less

visible to others.

We have to pay attention to what the child in our heart tells us. We should not be

embarrassed by this child. We must not allow this child to be scared because the child is

alone and is almost never heard.

We must allow the child to take the reins of our lives. The child knows that each day is

different from every other day.

We have to allow it to feel loved again. We must please this child—even if this means that

we act in ways we are not used to, in ways that may seem foolish to others.

Remember that human wisdom is madness in the eyes of God. But if we listen to the child

who lives in our soul, our eyes will grow bright. If we do not lose contact with that child,

we will not lose contact with life.

Poetical Healing of the Mind

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The Darkness

 

THE VALUE NO MORE OF PAIN

The emptiness of eyes
Tracing across the streets of hell
Modern despair
Incomprehensible darkness
And symbols that mean
Nothing in the dawn
Where the wind blows
And nights of fear
A twisted Mind
A Draining scream
Silence rains


Till a swift terror
Broke this abrupt corruption
Grew quieter
Unfaltering movement
That stroked my face
Amazed with sorrow
Where weak passionless
Hearts have no fire

 

Shaken, Trapped
And shivering for your touch
A smile to greet
The pleasant pain
A dark woven flow to change
To see the stillness
And the light
The days timeless end
You never know
Alone , yet serene
Beyond all fears or hate
The value , no more of pain

 

D J Russell 2003

 

 

 

 The Scream

By Edvard Munch

The Light

 

WHEN THE LOVE BREAKS THROUGH

The right so eminent
In our domain
A path to higher destinies
Healing the discordant
Echoes in the heart
Beautiful, Entire and pure
Else our lives are incomplete

 
We shine with brightness
Love, the token of the
Word
Unheard and often
Unspoken
Redeem the time ,and
Redeem our dreams
Our peace in his will

 

The lightness, like a
Feather drifting in the wind
Helps us when the
Time of sorrow has come
The thoughts that burn
And glow within
Sinking, vanishing all away
As long as the heart
Has passions
The blaze of a
Flaming furnace
The symbol of love
In heaven
Throws its mighty
Shadow over me
When the love breaks through

 

D J Russell 2003

Poetical reflection- The dark and the light of the human psyche