Before You SpeakBefore you speak, let your words pass through three gates. At the first gate, ask yourself, ‘Is it true?’ At the second ask, ‘Is it necessary?’ At the third gate ask ‘Is it kind? Rumi
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Monthly Archives: January 2012
A majority does not make it “right.” Something labeled “scientific proof,” can be dead wrong. Everybody’s doing it does not justify an injustice. It’s been done for ages, does not make it valid. So, how does one know the “truth?” … Continue reading
B ecome L ove U nconditional E ternity Blue, a healing color
How can we kill animals on the grounds that they are dangerous? If that is valid, we should start with men first, for they are, indeed, dangerous creatures. Wouldn’t it be better to learn that we are One and live … Continue reading
The man stole a diamond ring and sold it to another man who knew it was stolen. He, in turn, gave the ring to his girlfriend, who wondered how her lover got the ring as she knew he had little … Continue reading
plink, plink, plink raindrops sound like muted strings of sweet violins frogs add the bass creatures of the floresta murmur their delight i lie snuggled in bed inhaling the scent of earth fresh washed letting my mind wander to new … Continue reading
Canary alone in a golden cage sings to attract a mate. How lonely he must be to sing so beautifully, yet never comes she for whom he longs. The single’s bar is filled with lonely canaries, fluffing their feathers, singing … Continue reading
me mud rain mildew mosquitoes butterflies lush garden fruits sun we
Please help me, I can not seem to stop; I want more and more of all that never satisfies, leaving me in despair. My Creator hears my plea and replaces desire and despair with generosity and peace, well mixed with … Continue reading
If I could bottle the perfume of rain on the floresta, I would dab it on a child in a city who has never walked in a lush woodland or swam in a cool stream of pure water.
Can I cry without sadness, be angry yet feel peaceful. How interesting that seemingly opposite emotions can exist side by side.
give me a piece of peace give me the part that’s my part can peace be divided?
I long for something that is not mine but I do not take it. When does the longing become a “sin,” or worse, self-indulgence? I never liked the word “sin” for I associate it with another’s judgement. I ask myself … Continue reading
Life is complicated only because we make it so. Does a butterfly sigh and moan, “Life is so hard”? Be a butterfly; leave your need for drama in the past
Candy cane barber’s pole swirling dreams of peppermint and gum drops on a hot summer’s day. Swimming in cool waters of shady creeks, napping on sweet smelling grass, a lifetime of memories mixed with experiences new. I sit by the … Continue reading
worship what is this reverence or greed?
mine, mine mine not yours only mine thank goodness life includes death
To use a resource of the Earth, we must be able to replace it. Otherwise, we deplete it for all of eternity. Use only what is renewable, and even that, in limited quantities. We are stewards of the Earth, carefully … Continue reading
Oh, pansy, with colors bold, belies the nickname of one who is weak. Beware of popular “truths.” Put forth your own colors bold; dare to challenge and create anew.
Pirate with earring of gold, one eye covered, sees the world with a skewered view. When we refuse to see another’s vision of the world, we also remain with limited possibilities.
You come in my dreams temptingly sweet, forbidden fruit. Why do we long for that which we can not have when life offers a banquet sublime? Never satisfied, we want another then another; contentment remains elusive. The starving man rushes … Continue reading
If one starts with the assumption that love comes from Source, then it must be the purest form of energy. Pure love, by definition, can not be controlled for it must be given freely. The reciprocal give and take of … Continue reading
Fire of life burns all away Leaving a Raku pot of exquisite beauty. Phoenix rises out of the ashes. We must sometimes lose all to have all.