The ‘h’ in my heart

(a riddle of sorts :-)

The ‘h’ in my heart

If I could silence the ‘h’ in my heart
And register a loud ‘sigh’ to my senses,
You would suppose I have fallen apart -
When I just sounded off Freud in past tenses.

Nature has seasons

(people are often programmed and re-enforced to shy away from feelings other than joy, with shared happiness much celebrated; but life is way more than that, even a happy one.... this was written for net friend R2)

Nature has seasons

Nature has seasons
Summer but one
Of the few

Nature has secrets
Ocean deep with-
out a cue

And Nature has reasons
that make it whole
that make it true…

…So do you

It's in their genes - from English Traits

in The Essential Writings of Ralph Waldo Emerson

If the race is good, so is the place. - pp. 505

It is not usually a point of honor, nor a religious sentiment, and never any whim, that they will shed their blood for; but usually property, and right measured by property, that breeds revolution. - pp. 510

Lord Elgin, at Athens, saw the imminent ruin of the Green remains, set up his scaffoldings, in spite of epigrams, and, after five years' labor to collect them, got his marbles on ship-board. The ship struck a rock and went to the bottom. He had them all fished up by divers, at a vast expense, and brought to London; not knowing that Haydon, Fuseli and Canova, and all good heads in all the world, were to be his applauders. -- pp. 511

One secret of their power is their mutual good understanding. Not only good minds are born among them, but all the people have good minds. Every nation has yielded some good wit, if, as has chanced to many tribes, only one. But the intellectual organization of the English admits a communicableness of knowledge and ideas among them all. -- pp 515

blood chilled by cold blood

In Cold Blood
by Truman Capote

I was prepared for this book. I had watched the movie "Capote" and had anticipated accurately how it would have been written. Still i was captured by the mesmerizing stories, the excellent writing and the hidden yet unmistakable emphathy that the author had shown to the victims AND the criminals.

Capote gave a vivid illustration of the complexity of human nature. There are contradictory forces at work among individuals and within one; there are infinite varieties and depth of thoughts, impulses and emotions; and there exists the origin of virture, evil and everything in between.... One could not help but feel a sense of desperation and profound sadness that each individual is bound to become what he is made of, only some are luckier and others less so.