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The pump don't work 'cause the vandals took the handle.
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This is my simple religion. There is no need for temples; no need for complicated philosophy. Our own brain, our own heart is our temple; the philosophy is kindness. ~Dalai Lama(f) |
Procrastination is the thief of time. - Edward Young
Restleness and discontent are the first necessities of change. -Thomas Edison Never answer a question until it's asked . - Unknown |
The Surgery of the Sea
At the furthermost reach of the sea where Atlantis sinks under the wake of the waves, I have come to heal my life. I knit together like a broken arm. The salt fills the crevices of bone. The sea takes all the fragments of my lives & grinds them home. I wake up in a waterbed with you. The sea is singing & my skin sings against your skin. The waves are all around us & within. We sleep stuck to each other's salt. I am healing in your arms. I am learning to write without the loss of love. I am growing deeper lungs here by the sea. The waves are knives; they glitter & cut clean. This is the sea's surgery. This is the cutting & the healing both. This is where bright sunlight warms the bone, & fog erases us, then makes us whole. Erica Jong Katniss~~ (tonight, dreaming the sea) |
"You may say I'm a dreamer, but I'm not."
-Barry (Dinner for Schmucks) ....the only one. |
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If you just set people in motion they'll heal themselves. ~Gabrielle Roth
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Today, more than ever before, life must be characterized by a sense of Universal responsibility, not only nation to nation and human to human, but also human to other forms of life. ~Dalai Lama (f) |
Conceal a flaw and the world will imagine the worst.- Martial
There is hardly any grief that an hour of reading won't dissipate. Montesquieu The heart has its reasons which reason does not know.- Blaise Pascal |
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"Relationships--of all kinds--are like sand held in your hand. Held loosely, with an open hand, the sand remains where it is. The minute you close your hand and squeeze tightly to hold on, the sand trickles through your fingers. You may hold onto some of it, but most will be spilled. A relationship is like that. Held loosely, with respect and freedom for the other person, it is likely to remain intact. But hold too tightly, too possessively, and the relationship slips away and is lost."
-Kaleel Jamison |
That’s my gift. I let that negativity roll off me like water off a duck’s back.
If it’s not positive, I didn’t hear it. If you can overcome that, fights are easy. ~ George Foreman |
South China Sea Eyes....by W. Jude Aher
young girl
with her south china sea eyes where an ocean wind sighs stands as she tries. in the silence between day and night between hope and dreaming, water is carved deep in where a poet grows in where a child to woman perceives. a young girl dares to paint her colors true to dance her words free. when only a poet believes a young girl bleeds her south china sea eyes open standing where only a poet dares to see. Katniss~~ |
Truth.
By not knowing, not hoping to know and not acting like we know what's happening, we begin to access our inner strength.
Pema Chodron |
body of a woman ~ Pablo Neruda
Body of a woman, white hills, white thighs,
you look like a world, lying in surrender. my rough peasant's body digs in you and makes the son leap from the depth of the earth. I was alone like a tunnel. The birds fled from me, and night swamped me with its crushing invasion. To survive myself I forged you like a weapon, like an arrow in my bow, a stone in my sling. But the hour of vengeance falls, and I love you. Body of skin, of moss, of eager and firm milk. Oh the goblets of the breast! Oh the eyes of absence! Oh the roses of the pubis! Oh your voice, slow and sad! Body of my woman, I will persist in your grace. My thirst, my boundless desire, my shifting road! Dark river-beds where the eternal thirst flows and the weariness follows, and the infinite ache. |
Many a good friend will help you move. Truly good friends help you move the bodies.
Me~ |
THE WILD SWANS AT COOLE *-*-* W. B. Yeats *-*-* The trees are in their autumn beauty, The woodland paths are dry, Under the October twilight the water Mirrors a still sky; Upon the brimming water among the stones Are nine-and-fifty swans. The nineteenth autumn has come upon me Since I first made my count; I saw, before I had well finished, All suddenly mount And scatter wheeling in great broken rings Upon their clamorous wings. I have looked upon those brilliant creatures, And now my heart is sore. All's changed since I, hearing at twilight, The first time on this shore, The bell-beat of their wings above my head, Trod with a lighter tread. Unwearied still, lover by lover, They paddle in the cold Companionable streams or climb the air; Their hearts have not grown old; Passion or conquest, wander where they will, Attend upon them still. But now they drift on the still water, Mysterious, beautiful; Among what rushes will they build, By what lake's edge or pool Delight men's eyes when I awake some day To find they have flown away? |
Our hearts are drunk with a beauty that our eyes could never see.
G. Russell |
'freedom is what you do with what's been done to you' - unknown
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Men never do evil so completely and cheerfully as when they do it from religous conviction.- Blaise Pascal
Well done is better than well said.- Ben Franklin A ship in a harbor is safe. But that is not what ships are built for.- John A Shedd |
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