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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Why did God create paradise then put a forbidden fruit in it? The tree of knowledge of good and evil eat of it and you will die. Lead me not into temptation. Why do we pray this? Is God a … Continue reading
Science fiction becomes our reality, time travel among the stars, cloning genetic engineering, where does one draw the line? Our killing is more efficient bombs, cut rain forests, GMOs our doctors treat diseases we cause by being obedient citizens of … Continue reading
What is time? Does it slow down speed up, stand still? If nothing changes does that mean there was no time? But everything is constantly changing, earth rotation planetary, even universe cycles. Change is one of the most consistent factors … Continue reading
Board games bore jigsaw puzzles chess, rubric cube my mind is in a spin topsey-turvy. I think with my soul out of the box where dreams become realities and wishes come true. I walk in the light unfettered, I’m free … Continue reading
Do not measure yourself against me nor put me on a pedestal for each of us have lessons learned many others yet to come. Do not think you are better than some for is a seven year old child better … Continue reading
Blinks, winks, smelly stinks poems that rhyme baffle me. I get lost in words that seldom tell how I feel, think, am.
Glass blower puffs of fragile beauty Rumpelstiltskin of glass like soap bubbles to be enjoyed, then soon gone shattered yet leaving a sweet memory of a unicorn dancing so long ago.