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"For me, the different religions are beautiful flowers from the same garden, or they are branches of the same majestic tree. Therefore, they are equally true, though being received and interpreted through human instruments equally imperfect." ~ Mahatma Gandhi |
"to touch is to heal,
to hurt is to steal, if you wanna kiss the sky better learn how to kneel, ...on your knees boy!" ~ from "Mysterious Ways" by U2 ~ |
"In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer." - Camus |
"There is hardly a more gracious gift that we can offer somebody than to accept them fully, and to love them almost despite themselves." ~ Elizabeth Gilbert
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Anger has become one of the trendiest emotions of all. In moderation it can be a righteous force for constructive change. But its hackneyed omnipresence means the vast majority of its outbreaks are trivial. The paucity of colorful obscenities is aggravated by an abundance of frivolous fury.
Rob Brezsny If things seem like they're under control, maybe you're not moving fast enough. Rob Brezsny Do not steal something that already belongs to you or pine for people who are sitting right next to you. Rob Brezsny |
two by Raymond Carver
Drinking While Driving
It's August and I have not Read a book in six months except something called The Retreat from Moscow by Caulaincourt Nevertheless, I am happy Riding in a car with my brother and drinking from a pint of Old Crow. We do not have any place in mind to go, we are just driving. If I closed my eyes for a minute I would be lost, yet I could gladly lie down and sleep forever beside this road My brother nudges me. Any minute now, something will happen. An Afternoon As he writes, without looking at the sea, he feels the tip of his pen begin to tremble. The tide is going out across the shingle. But it isn't that. No, it's because at that moment she chooses to walk into the room without any clothes on. Drowsy, not even sure where she is for a moment. She waves the hair from her forehead. Sits on the toilet with her eyes closed, head down. Legs sprawled. He sees her through the doorway. Maybe she's remembering what happened that morning. For after a time, she opens one eye and looks at him. And sweetly smiles. |
Color As Beginning
Forget love I want to die in your yellow hair __________________ December 30 At 1:30 in the morning a fart smells like a marriage between an avocado and a fish head. I have to get out of bed to write this down without my glasses on. __________________ Deer Tracks Beautiful, sobbing high-geared fucking and then to lie silently like deer tracks in the freshly-fallen snow beside the one you love. That's all. __________________ Haiku Ambulance A piece of green pepper fell off the wooden salad bowl: so what? __________________ Love Poem It's so nice to wake up in the morning all alone and not have to tell somebody you love them when you don't love them any more. __________________ The Xerox Candy Bar You're just like all the other candy bars I've eaten. __________________ The Pill vs. The Springhill Mine Disaster When you take your pill, I think of all the people lost inside of you. __________________ My Nose Is Growing Old Yup. A long lazy September look in the mirror say it's true. I'm 31 and my nose is growing old. It starts about 1/2 an inch below the bridge and strolls geriatrically down for another inch or so: stopping. Fortunately, the rest of the nose is comparatively young. I wonder if girls will want me with an old nose. I can hear them now the heartless bitches! "He's cute but his nose is old. __________________ Private Eye Lettuce Three crates of Private Eye Lettuce, the name and drawing of a detective with magnifying glass on the sides of the crates of lettuce, form a great cross in man’s imagination and his desire to name the objects of this world. I think I’ll call this place Golgotha and have some salad for dinner. Some of the poems of the late Richard Brautigan |
"It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold: when it is summer in the light, and winter in the shade." ~Charles Dickens |
"Everything is blooming most recklessly; if it were voices instead of colors, there would be an unbelievable shrieking into the heart of the night." ~Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters of Rainer Maria Rilke |
"I love spring anywhere, but if I could choose I would always greet it in a garden." ~Ruth Stout |
St. Francis of Assisi
"Nothing is so strong as gentleness. Nothing so gentle as real strength." I used this in my late sister's CaringBridge site to describe her. It was also used for her prayer cards at the viewing. Maya Angelou "Bitterness is like cancer. It eats upon the host. But anger is like fire. It burns it all clean." |
the reason cats are so silent is that there is very little in the world that needs further comment
Mr Smitty the one eyed rocking on limping kitty |
"Preconceived notions are the locks on the door to wisdom." - Merry Browne
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there is no phrase without a double meaning--
--african proverb :farmcow: shared joy is a double joy; shared sorrow is half a sorrow-- --swedish proverb age, like distance, lends a double charm-- --oliver wendell holmes double, double toil and trouble; Fire burn, and cauldron bubble-- --william shakespeare |
Be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart and try to love the questions themselves. Do not now seek the answers, which cannot be given you because you would not be able to live them. And the point is to live everything. Live the questions.
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Patience and fortitude conquer all things.
~Ralph Waldo Emerson |
No person is free until he or she is free at the center. When we let go
there, we are free indeed. When the self is renounced, then one stands utterly disillusioned, apart, asking for nothing. If anything comes to us, it is all sheer gain. Then life becomes one constant surprise. E. Stanley Jones |
Smile. Have you ever noticed how easily puppies make human friends? Yet all they do is wag their tails and fall over. ~ Walter Anderson
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People take different roads seeking fulfillment and happiness. Just because they're not on your road doesn't mean they've gotten lost. ~ H. Jackson Browne
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"Well," said Pooh, "what I like best," and then he had to stop and think. Because although Eating Honey was a very good thing to do, there was a moment just before you began to eat it which was better than when you were, but he didn't know what it was called. ~ A.A. Milne
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