La première fois que je vous ai vu, j'ai su que c'était vrai, je vous aime toujours et c'est ce que je vais faire. Vous ne savez pas ce que vous faites pour moi, vous n'avez pas la moindre idée. Vous n'avez pas idée de ce que c'est que d'être moi, vous regarde.
Watch Her As She Glances Innocently Towards My Gaze Quickly~
I Become A Child On Christmas Morning And The Child Becomes Me~
Lose Yourself Inside Her Pure Soulful Eyes And Soon You Will Be Taken To A Place Where Only Angels Dare Dream~
She Is The Spirit Of Christmas Itself In Any Of The Four Turning Seasons~
All Inside Her Compassionate Soul Which Radiates Such Majestic Unabashed Joyful Light~
This Is The Gift She Shares With The World~
And It?s The World Which Spins Thankfully In Reverent Glorified Awe~
Once She Asked If I Could Make Her Feel Special ~
All I Could Ever Do Is Just Allow My Eyes To Reflect Her Greater Measure~
When She Smiles Inside Just Me~
She Is The Angel Of Pure Light Itself~
All I Can Whisper As I Open The Gifts Her Celestial Sprint Brings~
Within The Memories Of My Very Own Christmas Dreams~
~Benedicta Tu In Mulieribus Vanilla~
*~Blessed Are You Among Women~*
(Addressed to Mary by her cousin Elizabeth who was herself to become the mother of John the Baptist as reported in the Gospel of St. Luke.)
Always Love~
*~Dalton Anthony~* aka
~Trinity Inflames~
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“Find a man who is secure enough in himself. Secure enough with you, in your heart, comfortable with your love. That he gladly welcomes your own explorations. As part of the new growth within you which you so desperately need to survive. Men can be so foolishly insecure.. They sometimes feel mistakenly inadequate. In a world which is much bigger then themselves they become afraid. Afraid of the world and other men they soon without cause become jealous. They fear that they may no longer be emotionally or physically enough. Perhaps fearing their not quite up to the challenge that this life freely offers. Enrichment of friendship that either gender honestly shares without misguided motives.. Even when a woman has an emotional affair with another woman. These same inadequate men feel even more inadequate.. When they feel the need to compete sexually or emotionally.. They think as if they‘ve lost instead of feeling what‘s best for love as a whole. These same men who have lower self esteem sometimes tend to cage a woman‘s desires. Breaking off her ties to her best girlfriends or even male friends. When this happens this isolated girl that was once so attractive to him. Now loses her joyful song which she once sang so sweet. And his own selfishness slowly but surely turns him bitter and cold. Then the cold becomes frigid and his touch turns to pure ice. And then the years pass by and the cage becomes a prison. Then he has the audacity to wonder where the warmth of her lovers heart went? Some men only respond after they experience a “grand revelation.” Divine intervention on levels which they fear most: loss. Sometimes sleeping men can be shaken awake and stood back into reality. Sometimes old habits keep them sleeping until there’s nothing left but sleep. Find a man whose main goal is your happiness. With or without him being your sole reason to joyfully smile. A man whose secure enough in his own heart and mind.. That he welcomes your growth and applauds it. When you find this man who understands your desires to live life freely. He will compliment your life and not replace it. And for that gift of his compassion and empathy. You will always treasure his affection. Embracing his heart and his love. Unconditionally Forever.”
(c)2009 Statement Dalton Anthony
The Blue Rose.
A Folk Tale From China~
There was once an Emperor who had but one child, a very beautiful daughter. She was his pride and joy, his treasure. He cherished her above all else. As he became old and his health began to fail, he realized that he might not always be there to care for and protect this precious daughter. He determined that it would be best if he were to find a husband for his daughter. When it became known that the Emperor was seeking a husband for the Princess, many men found their way to the palace to request his daughter’s hand in marriage. The Princess pleaded with her father. “Father, let me remain with you to care for you. I have no wish to marry and leave you.” But her father was adamant. Finally he said he would allow her to name one qualification that her chosen husband must meet—be it wealth or looks or special ability or whatever. The Princess said she would name that qualification on the morrow. That evening the Princess went to the garden to talk with the gardener’s son—her childhood playmate. “If I say my husband must be handsome, he might be handsome but have a cruel heart. If I say my husband must be kind, he might also be terribly old. Oh what qualification should I specify?” As they discussed the problem, the Princess and the gardener’s son determined that it should take the form of a test difficult but not so difficult as to be impossible. “And it must be ambiguous,” said the gardener’s son,“ so that it is up to you to determine if the man qualifies.” Late that night they finally determined what that qualification must be. The next morning the Princess told her father, “I will marry the man who can bring me a blue rose.” The never-ending stream of suitors ended for none could find a blue rose. A wealthy merchant, not wanting to waste time looking for the blue rose, went to a flower vendor. “I will give you a bag of gold if you can find me a blue rose,” he said. After a long, fruitless search, the flower vendor gave up. He bought a strong dye and dipped the stem into it. The petals of the rose turned a pale blue. “Keep the rose in the vase with the dye,” he told the merchant, “until just before you give it to the Princess.” The merchant brought the rose to the Princess. The Princess reached out and took the rose from his hand. As she looked at the rose, a drop of blue dye fell from the stem and puddled in her hand. She looked at the bluish-green leaves and then looked into the merchant’s eyes. He could not meet her gaze. “I cannot marry you,” she said. You have tried to deceive me. I would have a husband who is true.” There was a handsome young warrior who would marry the Princess. He was strong and powerful. None dared to stand against him. The young warrior went to the King of a neighboring kingdom. “Bring me the blue rose,” he said, “or I will kill you and half the people in your Kingdom.” The King, who valued peace and did not wish to fight, presented the warrior with a blue sapphire that was carved in the shape of a rose. The young warrior presented the sapphire rose to the Princess. She looked into his cold eyes that were as hard as the rose of stone. She said, “I cannot marry you. I must have a blue rose that is real and not one that is cold and hard.” The youngest of the king’s advisor also sought the Princess’ hand. He conceived a clever plan. He commissioned an artist to make a blue bowl. On the side of the bowl was painted a blue rose. The rim of the bowl was edged in gold. It was fragile and delicate—a thing of rare beauty. The young advisor presented it to the Princess on bended knee. The Princess looked at the bowl and looked into the eyes of the young man. “Marry me, Princess,” he said, “I will help you rule your kingdom.” The Princess shook her head, “I must have a rose that is real.” That evening the Princess sat in the garden talking to the gardener’s son. “None of them could bring me the blue rose. I must marry someone who will be honest and true with me as you have always been. He cannot be hard and cruel. I need someone who is kind and patient as you have been. I do not want a husband who seeks only for power and riches. I want one who will value me for myself as you have~” “Princess,” said the gardener’s son. “Tomorrow I will bring you the blue rose. Wait for me in the blue room just before sundown.” The next day when the sun was almost gone, the Princess sat in the blue room. The gardener’s son approached bearing a plain white rose in his hands. “But it is a common white rose,” said one. “He is the gardener’s son,” said another. “Surely the Princess will send him away,” said a third. The gardener’s son knelt before the Princess. Through the blue stain glass windows, the rays of the setting sun shone touched the petals of the white rose. As the Princess reached out to take the rose, a murmur arose. “He is only the gardener’s son.” “The rose is not truly blue.” The Princess stood. “My people, let me tell you what I see. I see a young man who has always been honest and true. I see a young man who has had the courage to be patient and kind enough to wait until I knew what was in my heart. I see a young man who values me for myself. In his hands he hold a gift of love. And it is blue. And if you cannot see that the rose is blue, I say that you are colorblind. The old Emperor took his daughter’s hand and he took the hand of the gardener’s son and joined them. And the Princess married the gardener’s son and they lived happily ever after, not because this storyteller said so, not because that’s the way that love stories should end. But because the Princess and the gardener’s son knew that their happiness was in their own hands and that each was responsible for making sure that the other was happy~
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You’re definition of the Blue Rose is correct. But there is much more to the mystery of the Blue Rose.. Which you will only truly understand.. When at last you feel it sincerely brushed against your lips.
Be Well, Be Joyful, Be Loved~ Guardian Sisters Of The Blue Rose~
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