Friendship in school

by Leslie 

To Jesse:-

Friends in school are forever young.
Unchanged, they're where you always will belong.
The crowd is never gone,
The pleasure stays,
The music of the moment always plays,
The time remains a field of wistful grace
To which you may return from anyplace.
Of course, you may still know them later on
When you are someone else and years have run;
And you may love them dearly, and they you,
But time must make their friendship something new.
Meanwhile, flourishing within your heart
There is a whole, of which you were a part:
A group of friends, one in love and pain,
In whom your longing comes alive again.


Basmah's said:


I really need a friend.
whoever it was.
I just need a friend who can understand me, not mocking.
I'm just a man who has a high imagination.
I often wish something hard to believe.
God help me ..
find me a man who can appreciate me.
You may only god can help me, respect me.
Friends please, help me ..
I beg you ...

Maybe just you are.
NLR ::*

Heart's content

- by Leslie.

To Jesse:-

I love you as my closest, dearest friend.
Boys and girls can be just closest friends.
There is no passion greater than the one
That touches not the body but the heart.
You mean much more to me than someone who
I date and undate, want and then don't want.
They're the waves, and you are like a shore
Where I can sit and watch them kiss the sand.

I'm sorry I can't be with you today,
When you should rule by virtue of your birth.
Please accept this tribute of mere words,
Poor substitute for all I am and have

Mere Words

By Leslie 

To Jesse:-

I searched among the card displays,
To see if I could find,
A little something that would say
Just what was on my mind.

However there was not a one,
That captured it just right,
For no one else can understand
Just what I'd like to write.

I even find it difficult
To try to write it down,
For how do I portray to you,
The love that I have known?

I close my eyes and what I see,
Is someone I adore;
A person who is beautiful,
Right down into her soul.

Mere words cannot describe
The many qualities you show,
The love and caring nature that
You share with those you know.

Your kind and gentle nature,
Your sweet angelic smile,
Your softly spoken sentiments,
That reaches across the miles.

Your smile and laugh that sparkle with
The softness of your sighs,
The way your face lights up a room...
That twinkle in your eye.

The loving gestures through the years,
That quickly come to mind,
For always you've a gentle word
To calm and soothe I find.

I struggle and I search to try
To find some words anew...
And yet I cannot capture
All the things that make you.

I shall therefore, be satisfied
That you must simply know,
Just how I feel about you,
For with words I cannot show.

Ayo, Melompat Lebih Tinggi

Masih ingat lagu lamanya Sheilla On 7 yang judulnya Melompat Lebih Tinggi, sedikit iseng saya mencoba menonton kembali video klipnya. Lumayan menghibur, apalagi melihat gaya para personil yang masih gokil di era masa itu.

Kali ini saya bukan ingin membahas video klip lagu itu, apalagi membahas personilnya,  tapi semangat yang ada dan makna yang terkandung dalam Judul Lagu “Melompat Lebih Tinggi” sepertinya masih layak untuk menjadi penyemangat kita.  Banyak  orang-orang yang mempunyai energi yang begitu besar untuk  meraih sesuatu, memetik bintang impian. Sebagian mereka penuh gairah dalam menghadapi tantangan?  Terlepas dari motivasi apa yang ingin mereka peroleh, Namun yang menarik mereka selalu mempunyai kesamaan, yaitu,mempunyai energi yang melimpah, berani menghadapi tantangan dan ambisi besar untuk diwujudkan.

Benar yang dikatakan sebagian para ahli  perilaku,  bahwa keberhasilan adalah sikap. Salah satu faktor yang menyebabkan seseorang terus gigih meraih prestasi adalah kemampuannya untuk memompakan semangat untuk berprestasi.   Melompat lebih tinggi adalah bagian dari upaya untuk meraih apa yang kita inginkan.

Ayo, bagi yang sudah melompat, namun belum juga bisa meraih apa yang menjadi impiannya, jangan pernah menyerah, tetaplah melompat dan lompatlah lebih tinggi.

Untuk menumbuhkan semangat dan inspirasi, saya ada cuplikan cerita tentang seekor belalang  yang  telah lama terkurung di dalam sebuah kotak.  Suatu hari ia berhasil keluar dari kotak tersebut.  Dengan gembira ia melompat-lompat menikmati kebebasannya.

Diperjalanan, ia bertemu dengan seekor belalang lain, namun ia keheranan, mengapa belalang itu bisa melompat labih tinggi dan lebih jauh darinya. Dengan penasaran ia mengahampiri belalang itu dan bertanya:

” mengapa kamu bisa melompat lebih tinggi dan lebih jauh, padahal kita tidak jauh berbeda dari usia ataupun bentuk tubuh? ”

Dengan tersenyum belalang lain itu pun menjawabnya dengan pertanyaan lain: ” dimanakah kamu selama ini tinggal? karena semua belalang yang hidup di alam bebas pasti bisa melakukan seperti yang aku lakukan. ”   Akhirnya belalang baru sadar bahwa selama dirinya terkurung di dalam kotak, dan  kotak itulah yang membuat lompatannya tidak sejauh dan setinggi belalang lain yang hidup di alam bebas.
Kadang-kadang kita sebagai manusia tanpa sadar pernah juga mengalami hal yang sama dengan si belalang.
Lingkungan yang buruk, hinaan, trauma masa lalu, kegagalan, dan perkataan atau pendapat teman, seolah membuat kita terkurung dalam kotak semu yang membatasi semua kelebihan kita.   Tidak ada cara lain, agar kita bisa melewati apa yang selama ini menjadi target impian kita kecuali ‘melompat lebih tinggi dan lebih jauh’  dan singkirkanlah ‘kotak’ itu.

Kita masih sangat beruntung,  dibekali kemampuan untuk berjuang, tidak hanya menyerah begitu saja pada apa yang kita alami. Dengan segala kelebihan yang kita miliki, dengan segala akal dan pikiran yang kita punya. Karena itu, teruslah berusaha mencapai apa yang ingin kamu capai.   Ayo, Melompat Lebih Tinggi…..!

Sumber : http://sosbud.kompasiana.com/2012/10/14/ayo-melompat-lebih-tinggi-495672.html

A Leaf From Heaven

High up in the clear, pure air flew an angel , with a flower plucked from the garden of heaven . as he was kissing the flower a very little leaf fell from it and sunk down into the soft earth in the middle of the wood. It immediately look root,sprouted and sent out shoots among the other plants.

       “What a ridiculous little shot!” said one. “No one will recognize it; not even the thistle not the stinging-nettle.”

“It must be a kind of garden plant.” Said another . and so they sneered and despised the plant as a thing from garden.

      “Where are you coming?” said the tall thistles whose leaves were all armed with thorns. “It is stupidnonsense to allow yourself to shoot out in this way;we are not here yo support u.”

Winter came, and the plant was covered with snow, but the snow glittered over it as if it had sunshine beneath as well as above.

When spring came, the plant appeared in full bloom: a more beautiful object than any other plant in the forest. And now the professor of botany presented himself, one who could explain his knowledge in black and white. He examined and tested the plant, but it did not belong to his system of botany, nor could he possibly find out to what class it did belong. “It must be some degenerate species,” said he; “I do not know it, and it is not mentioned in any system.”

“Not known in any system!” repeated the thistles and the nettles.

The large trees which grew round it saw the plant and heard the remarks, but they said not a word either good or bad, which is the wisest plan for those who are ignorant.

There passed through the forest a poor innocent girl; her heart was pure, and her understanding increased by her faith. Her chief inheritance had been an old Bible, which she read and valued. From its pages she heard the voice of God speaking to her, and telling her to remember what was said of Joseph’s brethren when persons wished to injure her. “They imagined evil in their hearts, but God turned it to good.” If we suffer wrongfully, if we are misunderstood or despised, we must think of Him who was pure and holy, and who prayed for those who nailed Him to the cross, “Father forgive them, for they know not what they do.”

The girl stood still before the wonderful plant, for the green leaves exhaled a sweet and refreshing fragrance, and the flowers glittered and sparkled in the sunshine like colored flames, and the harmony of sweet sounds lingered round them as if each concealed within itself a deep fount of melody, which thousands of years could not exhaust. With pious gratitude the girl looked upon this glorious work of God, and bent down over one of the branches, that she might examine the flower and inhale the sweet perfume. Then a light broke in on her mind, and her heart expanded. Gladly would she have plucked a flower, but she could not overcome her reluctance to break one off. She knew it would so soon fade; so she took only a single green leaf, carried it home, and laid it in her Bible, where it remained ever green, fresh, and unfading. Between the pages of the Bible it still lay when, a few weeks afterwards, that Bible was laid under the young girl’s head in her coffin. A holy calm rested on her face, as if the earthly remains bore the impress of the truth that she now stood in the presence of God.

In the forest the wonderful plant still continued to bloom till it grew and became almost a tree, and all the birds of passage bowed themselves before it.

“That plant is a foreigner, no doubt,” said the thistles and the burdocks. “We can never conduct ourselves like that in this country.” And the black forest snails actually spat at the flower.

Then came the swineherd; he was collecting thistles and shrubs to burn them for the ashes. He pulled up the wonderful plant, roots and all, and placed it in his bundle. “This will be as useful as any,” he said; so the plant was carried away.

Not long after, the king of the country suffered from the deepest melancholy. He was diligent and industrious, but employment did him no good. They read deep and learned books to him, and then the lightest and most trifling that could be found, but all to no purpose. Then they applied for advice to one of the wise men of the world, and he sent them a message to say that there was one remedy which would relieve and cure him, and that it was a plant of heavenly origin which grew in the forest in the king’s own dominions. The messenger described the flower so that is appearance could not be mistaken.

Then said the swineherd, “I am afraid I carried this plant away from the forest in my bundle, and it has been burnt to ashes long ago. But I did not know any better.”

“You did not know, any better! Ignorance upon ignorance indeed!”

The poor swineherd took these words to heart, for they were addressed to him; he knew not that there were others who were equally ignorant. Not even a leaf of the plant could be found. There was one, but it lay in the coffin of the dead; no one knew anything about it.

Then the king, in his melancholy, wandered out to the spot in the wood. “Here is where the plant stood,” he said; “it is a sacred place.” Then he ordered that the place should be surrounded with a golden railing, and a sentry stationed near it.

The botanical professor wrote a long treatise about the heavenly plant, and for this he was loaded with gold, which improved the position of himself and his family.

And this part is really the most pleasant part of the story. For the plant had disappeared, and the king remained as melancholy and sad as ever, but the sentry said he had always been so.

by Hans Christian Andersen 
(1805-1875)