tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877473564197200535.post465722112980113409..comments2023-05-09T23:10:04.589+08:00Comments on Reintrospection: Thoughts and Reflections: The nature of me.....marzukihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05992749943748434474noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877473564197200535.post-23226429883951069322008-09-28T13:55:00.000+08:002008-09-28T13:55:00.000+08:00getting there...getting there...TheHoopoehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00043702245159146130noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877473564197200535.post-22782918244324757292008-09-28T13:11:00.000+08:002008-09-28T13:11:00.000+08:00So i guess there'll always be two trees eh? They o...So i guess there'll always be two trees eh? They only way to chop one down is to chop both down coz both trees are one tree.<BR/><BR/>So i guess the moral of the story is to know when the tree has turned bad so that actions can be taken to heal it back. =)marzukihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05992749943748434474noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877473564197200535.post-13941864227190859892008-09-28T02:43:00.000+08:002008-09-28T02:43:00.000+08:00THE TWO TREESby: William Butler Yeats (1865-1939)E...THE TWO TREES<BR/><BR/>by: William Butler Yeats (1865-1939)<BR/><BR/>ELOVED, gaze in thine own heart,<BR/>The holy tree is growing there;<BR/>From joy the holy branches start,<BR/>And all the trembling flowers they bear.<BR/>The changing colours of its fruit<BR/>Have dowered the stars with merry light;<BR/>The surety of its hidden root<BR/>Has planted quiet in the night;<BR/>The shaking of its leafy head<BR/>Has given the waves their melody,<BR/>And made my lips and music wed,<BR/>Murmuring a wizard song for thee.<BR/>There the Loves a circle go,<BR/>The flaming circle of our days,<BR/>Gyring, spiring to and fro<BR/>In those great ignorant leafy ways;<BR/>Remembering all that shaken hair<BR/>And how the wingèd sandals dart,<BR/>Thine eyes grow full of tender care:<BR/>Beloved, gaze in thine own heart.<BR/> <BR/>Gaze no more in the bitter glass<BR/>The demons, with their subtle guile,<BR/>Lift up before us when they pass,<BR/>Or only gaze a little while;<BR/>For there a fatal image grows<BR/>That the stormy night receives,<BR/>Roots half hidden under snows,<BR/>Broken boughs and blackened leaves.<BR/>For all things turn to barrenness<BR/>In the dim glass the demons hold,<BR/>The glass of outer weariness,<BR/>Made when God slept in times of old.<BR/>There, through the broken branches, go<BR/>The ravens of unresting thought;<BR/>Flying, crying, to and fro,<BR/>Cruel claw and hungry throat,<BR/>Or else they stand and sniff the wind,<BR/>And shake their ragged wings; alas!<BR/>Thy tender eyes grow all unkind:<BR/>Gaze no more in the bitter glass.TheHoopoehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00043702245159146130noreply@blogger.com