“The only place you can live in the land of not enough, is in your own mind.”

Debra Oakland

I can’t get enough of Oscar Wilde’s wisdom, brilliant wit and charm.  It takes a person living in courage to accomplish the things Oscar Wilde did. I feel influenced by him to live each day more courageously, more authentically.
Do you know Oscar Wilde wrote Fairy Tales?  They are magical, filled with princes, giants, mermaids, kings and nightingales.  How beautiful to write them partly for children, as well as for those adults who have kept their childlike faculties of wonder and joy.  It takes great courage to live outside the box of expected behavior, and yes, Oscar had his share of drama.  He also held value that has lasted the test of time.  I  for one, am grateful for the brilliance he left behind.

Debra Oakland @ Living in Courage Online

We Are Made One with What We Touch and See

~Oscar Wilde~

We are resolved into the supreme air,

We are made one with what we touch and see,

With our heart’s blood each crimson sun is fair,

With our young lives each springimpassioned tree

Flames into green, the wildest beasts that range

The moor our kinsmen are, all life is one, and all is change.

With beat of systole and of diastole

One grand great life throbs through earth’s giant heart,

And mighty waves of single Being roll

From nerveless germ to man, for we are part

Of every rock and bird and beast and hill,

One with the things that prey on us, and one with what we kill

One sacrament are consecrate, the earth

Not we alone hath passions hymeneal,

The yellow buttercups that shake for mirth

At daybreak know a pleasure not less real

Than we do, when in some freshblossoming wood

We draw the spring into our hearts, and feel that life is good

Is the light vanished from our golden sun,

Or is this daedalfashioned earth less fair,

That we are nature’s heritors, and one

With every pulse of life that beats the air?

Rather new suns across the sky shall pass,

New splendor come unto the flower, new glory to the grass.

And we two lovers shall not sit afar,

Critics of nature, but the joyous sea

Shall be our raiment, and the bearded star

Shoot arrows at our pleasure! We shall be

Part of the mighty universal whole,

And through all Aeons mix and mingle with the Kosmic Soul!.

We shall be notes in that great Symphony

Whose cadence circles through the rhythmic spheres,

And all the live World’s throbbing heart shall be

One with our heart, the stealthy creeping years

Have lost their terrors now, we shall not die,

The Universe itself shall be our Immortality!.