Poetry Friday: Wind-Wafted Wild Flowers by Muriel Strode
I will not follow where the path may lead, but I will go where there is no path, and I will leave a trail.
Infinitely will I trust nature's instincts and promptings, but I will not call my own perversions nature.
Each receives but that which is his own returning.
Each hears but that which is the echo of his own call.
Each feels but that which has eaten into his own heart.
I do not bemoan misfortune. To me there is no misfortune. I welcome whatever comes; I go out gladly to meet it.
It is no stigma to wear rags; the disgrace is in continuing to wear them.
Say not that this or that thing came to thwart you; it only came to test you.
There is hope for that genius who must overcome poverty, but there is almost none for that one who must overcome wealth.
A great work demands a great sacrifice, and who is not capable of a great sacrifice is not capable of great work.
Wishing will bring things in the degree that it incites you to go after them.
Better than tiaras - the diadem of freedom.
Better than broad acres - a garden of hearts-ease.
Better than mines of gold - a mint of dreams.
Better than bars of molten silver - the silver of a laugh.
Better than strings of pearls - the crystal of a tear.
Better than bands of choristers - a lute in the soul.
I am life's mystery, - and I alone am its solution.
I am the dreamer of dreams, - and I am dreams come true.
- selected lines from Wind-Wafted Wild Flowers by Muriel Strode
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Infinitely will I trust nature's instincts and promptings, but I will not call my own perversions nature.
Each receives but that which is his own returning.
Each hears but that which is the echo of his own call.
Each feels but that which has eaten into his own heart.
I do not bemoan misfortune. To me there is no misfortune. I welcome whatever comes; I go out gladly to meet it.
It is no stigma to wear rags; the disgrace is in continuing to wear them.
Say not that this or that thing came to thwart you; it only came to test you.
There is hope for that genius who must overcome poverty, but there is almost none for that one who must overcome wealth.
A great work demands a great sacrifice, and who is not capable of a great sacrifice is not capable of great work.
Wishing will bring things in the degree that it incites you to go after them.
Better than tiaras - the diadem of freedom.
Better than broad acres - a garden of hearts-ease.
Better than mines of gold - a mint of dreams.
Better than bars of molten silver - the silver of a laugh.
Better than strings of pearls - the crystal of a tear.
Better than bands of choristers - a lute in the soul.
I am life's mystery, - and I alone am its solution.
I am the dreamer of dreams, - and I am dreams come true.
- selected lines from Wind-Wafted Wild Flowers by Muriel Strode
View all posts tagged as Poetry Friday at Bildungsroman.
View the roundup schedule at A Year of Reading.
Learn more about Poetry Friday.