When we think of mindfulness, we often think of an activity done to benefit ourselves. It’s about finding your serenity. Bringing yourself peace. That being said, mindfulness is incredibly important when interacting with another person – and especially when you are flirting. First, what is mindfulness? Mindfulness is when you
I held a jewel in my fingers And went to sleep The day was warm, and winds were prosy I said, “Twill keep” I woke – and chide my honest fingers, The Gem was gone And now, an Amethyst remembrance Is all I own ~ Emily Dickinson (1830 – 1886)
There is a lady sweet and kind, Was never a face so pleased my mind; I did but see her passing by, And yet I’ll love her till I die. Her gesture, motion, and her smiles, Her wit, her voice my heart beguiles, Beguiles my heart, I know not why,
Accept, dear girl, this little token, And if between the lines you seek, You’ll find the love I’ve often spoken The love my dying lips shall speak. Our little ones are making merry O’er am’rous ditties rhymed in jest, But in these words (though awkward very) The genuine article’s expressed.
Music, when soft voices die, Vibrates in the memory — Odours, when sweet violets sicken, Live within the sense they quicken. Rose leaves, when the rose is dead, Are heap’d for the beloved’s bed; And so thy thoughts when thou are gone, Love itself shall slumber on. ~ Percy Bysshe
Marriage is not a house or even a tent it is before that, and colder: the edge of the forest, the edge of the desert the unpainted stairs at the back where we squat outside, eating popcorn the edge of the receding glacier where painfully and with wonder at having
So many poetry anthologies feel proud for going back to the 1800s or 1600s. This compilation, The Ink Dark Moon – Love Poems by Ono no Komachi and Izumi Shikibu translated by Jane Hirshfield with Mariko Aratani, reminds us that love and passion are completely timeless. It features the stunning
I know a sweet suburban girl, She’s witty, bright and brief; With dimples in her cheeks; and pearl In rubies set, for teeth. Beneath her glossy raven hair There beams the hazel eye, Bright as the star of evening there Where the yellow sunbeams die. Her breath is like a