“I always felt mean, jogging back over the logging road,As if I had broken the natural order of things in that swampland;Disturbed some rhythm, old and of vast importance,By pulling off flesh from the living planet;As if I had committed, against the whole scheme of life, a desecration.” IfsMeanWholeOrderFeltNaturalPlanetsBrokenImportanceCommittedFleshRhythmSchemesPullingDisturbedJoggingNatural OrderLogging Book:The Collected Poems of Theodore Roethke Source: The Collected Poems of Theodore Roethke
“Dark the Night, with breath all flowers, And tender broken voice that fills With ravishment the listening hours,-- Whisperings, wooings, Liquid ripples, and soft ring-dove cooings In low-toned rhythm that love's aching stills! Dark the night Yet is she bright, For in her dark she brings the mystic star, Trembling yet strong, as is the voice of love, From some unknown afar.” StillsNightStrongStarsVoiceHoursDarkFlowerBrokenListeningLowsBreathsRingsRhythmLiquidMysticWhisperingDoveTremblingRippleAfarWooing Book:The Complete Works of George Eliot in Eighteen Volumes: Poems Source: The Complete Works of George Eliot in Eighteen Volumes: Poems
“You are not here to fix anything, because nothing is broken, but everything is continually changing and expanding. Release your struggle, and seek joy and fun, and in doing so, you will align with the fantastic expanding rhythm of this Universe.” JoyUniverseFunStruggleBrokenRhythmReleaseFantasticExpanding Author:Esther Hicks
“We're not really sure why it [broken circadian rhythm] continues, but when they become adults, we usually have to treat it because many people need to get up early to go to work and they can't be sleeping until 11:00 or 12:00. So we use treatments like bright light therapy, melatonin, things like that that are very effective.” PeopleNeedsUseLightSleepBrokenAdultsTreatsGet UpRhythmTherapyTreatmentUp EarlyBright LightsCircadian RhythmMelatonin Author:Shelby Harris
“And yet every so often, the heart of America, shuddering with indignation, sends a nervous spasm through the gentle back of the Andes, and tumultuous shock waves assault the surface of the land. Three times the cuppola of proud Santo Domingo has collapsed from on high to the rhythm of broken bones and its worn walls have opened and fallen too. But the foundations they rest on are unmoved, the great blocks of the Temple of the Sun exhibit their gray stone indifferently; however colossal the disaster befalling its oppressor, not one of its huge rocks shifts from its place.” HeartAmericaThreeSunLandRocksHugeBrokenWallProudStonesFoundationWaveBonesSurfaceDisasterBlockNervousRhythmGentleFallenShockTemplesGrayWornAssaultThree TimesExhibitsOppressorsIndignationColossalShudderingBroken Bone Author:Che Guevara