A mother can but guide … then step aside (HAZEL DYER)
The following poem is written by Hazel Dyer , mother of Wayne Dyer , to her son WAYNE A mother can but guide ...
The following poem is written by Hazel Dyer , mother of Wayne Dyer , to her son WAYNE A mother can but guide ...
God speaks to each of us as he makes us, then walks with us silently out of the night. These are the words we dimly hear: You, sent out beyond your recall, go to the limits of your longing. Embody me. Flare up like a flame and make big shadows I can...
This room, how well I know it. Now they’re renting it, and the one next to it, as offices. The whole house has become an office building for agents, businessmen, companies. This room, how familiar it is. The couch was here, near the door, a Turkish carpet in front of it. Close...
Once through the forest Alone I went; To seek for nothing My thoughts were bent. I saw i' the shadow A flower stand there As stars it glisten'd, As eyes 'twas fair. I sought to pluck it,-- It gently said: "Shall I be gather'd Only to fade?" With all its roots I dug it with care, And took it...
I walk and it gets dark. I make up my mind and it gets dark. No, I am not sad. I have been curious and studious. I know of everything. A bit of everything. The names of flowers when they shrivel, when the words become green and when we become cold. How...
Where shall I hide you, my Son so that t bad people could not reach you in which island of the ocean which deserted peak? I will not teach you how to speak and shout against the injustice i know that you will have a heart so good, so sweet that captured in...
To laugh often and much; To win the respect of intelligent people and the affection of children; To earn the appreciation of honest critics and endure the betrayal of false friends; To appreciate beauty, to find the best in others; To...
While looking at a half-gray opal I remembered two lovely gray eyes— it must be twenty years ago I saw them...
Now, as they talked on, a dog that lay there lifted up his muzzle, pricked his ears … It was Argos, long-enduring Odysseus’ dog he trained as a puppy once, but little joy he got since all too soon he shipped to sacred Troy. In the old days young hunters...
I only sing because you loved me in the past years. And in sun, in summer’s prediction and in rain and snow, I only sing because you loved me. Only because you held me in your arms one night and you kissed my lips, only for this I’m beautiful as wide open...