… Surrender; complete dependence. In Light, and Love, flies the dove. ~~~~~~~~ Again all ends in static; That manic boundary seen. In selfish fixation, drawing one in. Lost in that endless, crackling static hymn

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… “How inspiring it is to walk all day in the sunshine and sleep all night under the stars. What a wonderful experience in simple, natural living. Since you carry your food, sleeping equipment, etc., on your back, you learn quickly that unnecessary possessions are unnecessary burdens. You soon realize what the essentials of life are – such as warmth when you are cold, a dry spot on a rainy day, the simplest food when you are hungry, pure cool water when you are thirsty. You soon put material things in their proper place, realizing that they are there for use, but relinquishing them when they are not useful. you soon experience and learn to appreciated the great freedom of simplicity.”

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It Is What It Is

I have a collision of thoughts,
Sure memory flooding my mind.
As I begin to wish you love,
Unfolding passage through this time.

When kind happiness paved the way,
Where once was just bare gravel ground.
My one spooled thread of life unbound,
On concrete steps when I fell down.

True passion screams when slapped with pain;
The door to death I jarred; not found.
Life screamed back, a lions loud roar,
With screws, and metal plates, and more.

So many recited prayers said.
God came close to see death with me.
A power drill to dislodge screws,
Set a fixated pelvis free.

Along with those who came to see,
What ungodly state come of me.
While in that bed, and almost dead,
Then they were friendliest to me.

The tubes, the rods, the blood, and gauze,
A swollen face, and shattered jaw;
Traction, a stirring sight to see.
You, in love, laid down next to me.

My broken, battered, still body,
In that hospital, wings up bed.
Crying tears for you not to see
What my God had then left of me.

Holding my beaten, limp, weak hand
Slow, so the IV didn’t bend.
Trying to fuse your healing strength,
Through your passionate hand to me.

Your loving kind heart, in great care,
Whispered my name to help me there.

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Hearing the Question

Action is success, and real acceptance is surrender.
Rely but you to stoke your flame, and care your ember.
Enjoy the love of others grace; never show your hand.
Live and love discreetly, in truth is a true man.

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 Words of Love

In wondering majestic thought of what she once did say.
Eagar in gratitude; her words of wisdom light my way.
Immersed in grace, loving care kindles hope commanding rhyme.
Her awe filled, brilliant beauty, illuminates she to shine.

On our walkway a path cut clear, sure footed, bright, and fine.
In tender, quiet manner, her goddess slender frame divine.
Her kind, tender, coaxing sings, soft voice of praise refined.
Her sweet words entrench deep in my heart, Aphrodite’s vine.

No one but her could conjure words, so beautiful and kind.
Her sweet shy tone of crystal clearness, sooths this longing mind.
Manners of Love not seen before; God’s creature, she’s divine.
Those words will soon gently roll from her tender lips to mine.

Release to her my heart beats; gentle caring softly scored.
Her deep, gorgeous eyes, urge my walk that thousandth mile once more.
My heart’s mad running sprint, slowed to a walking easeful stroll.
Surrender to her heart; catch countless thanks down from above.

Always she is a goddess throne forever in my mind;
Her calm special thought’s forever stored, hand in hand, with mine.

In This magic space, what I had longed for since first we met,
Those mighty healing words, she drew me close, and whispered it;

“I love you.”

 

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” Leadership is doing what is right when no one is watching.
–George Van Valkenburg“This time like all times is a very good one if we but know what to do with it.”
–Ralph Waldo Emerson 

“Nothing in the world can take the place of persistence. Talent will not; nothing is more common than unsuccessful men with talent. Genius will not; unrewarded genius is almost a proverb. Education will not the world is full of educated derelicts. Persistence and determination alone are omnipotent. The slogan, ‘Press on,’ has solved and always will solve the problems of the human race.”
–Calvin Coolidge

 

“SHEASHIRE“

 

 

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He who loves, never grows old. God is a shining example. You may feel that in this world, some people are very bad. But by feeling that a person is very bad or by hating that person, are you gaining anything? That particular person has not gained anything from your hatred. And what have you done? By hating that person, you have lost something very sweet in yourself. Why should one lose something very precious of her own, just because she wants to correct someone by hating him? In this world, we have to be very wise. You will say that he is very bad and that you have to do something. But hating is not the right instrument. If you want to use the right weapon, the most effective weapon will be love.- Sri Chinmoy

How’s that for some great inspiration?

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Livin’ It

The intricate process each of us go through with others, are things that sometimes are personal & private. With other items discussed that would be freely shared with others whatever the topic may be. I guess I’m referring to privliged information which I consider also to be private. Dictating between the two is the master stroke! For me anyway, I most time put a huge buffer on most things, and that way assuring success mostly of not offending anyone I may have conversed with. Now how’s that for die hard nice?Perhaps a little faith provoking feelings of obligatory care. Perhaps a little determination of a standard dictating care and aid to all. Regardless the particulars maitntaining fellowship observed; standards.

Then take the whole kit & Caboodle and land wherever each of us are in our moment. Joys, Loves, Sadness, Defeats, Anguish, all completely unique to every single one of us. And how we personally are molded from our response to the world unfolding before us.

In the care and compassion for people close…

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Grace

Being human infers we all have default grace; manafesting it is another story. 

We as people are very important for our being alive.  With a heartbeat and cognitive ability, we are masters of self.  The direction and scope of which is always unfolding before us. 

With gentle coaxing, we have at our disposal the wonders of life.  Many wondrous happenings that are in front of us every day. 

We just need open our eyes.

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 Experience

The experience we live, the who, the when, the where, all five, are unique to none other than the one living them.  Our flavor of happiness, or even sadness, fear and anguish, is summed up by our unique gene structure, mixed between our parents, and our experience of the world. 

So our response to different events is again unique in that the neurons crackling chemicals to the receptors in our head, is happening to no one else.  Identical twins are the only ones with exact DNA, but that is where it ends.  Their experiences from birth til death, are solely unique exactly the same as everyone else.

Our essence learns through-out our life span the intricacies of morality, justice, ethics, faith, Love, and a multitude of other miraculous wonders given every single one of us.  The intensity of these happenings both good and bad, help in the process of molding our minds to think and react in certain ways to numerous experiences lived.

I read the Good News today, and it was from Mathew, and it referred to the what the most important of the commandments are, and Christ said,” Love God with all your heart soul and mind.  This is the first and great commandment.  And the second is like it; you shall love your neighbor as yourself.”

Just some fragmented thoughts I for some reason thought to write. I find very often that when I produce a good piece of writing, it is a result of just writing random thoughts.

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