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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Source of Inspiration Vol. II
Now available through Amazon.com. All proceeds are being used for families in need through my volunteer work here in Brazil. I appreciate any support you can give in the beautiful work we do here. Buy the book as a present for yourself or someone you love. Thanks, hugs, pat
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The Web of Duality–Other Side of Source of InspirationCome to our new sister blog and explore our often-masked side. It will leave you with much to ponder. https://webofduality.wordpress.com/
Poems in PortugueseRead our sister blog which features some of the poems from this blog translated to Portuguese. Fonte de Inspiracão em Portuguese www.fontedeinspiracao.wordpress.com/
The Final ThirdStories from a book in progress about my years in Brazil as a volunteer www.finalthirdsite.wordpress.com/
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Lay it by the roadside worn out, overused broken, too heavy to carry any more. When did my faith become a burden I no longer want? I have abandoned my faith no longer full of hope for what I want … Continue reading
Chemical laden food and water vaccines filled with death modified seeds designed to harm war for profit and power money controlled by a few the planet is dying and so are we. How do we say, “No!” stop this run-away … Continue reading
God is my everything my hope, shelter,my rock when all seems lost God is my joy to Him do I turn when all seems lost and always He is there to comfort me give me strength, faith love ever-lasting peace … Continue reading
Belief is not required when truth is proclaimed. What is belief, anyway mercurial hope wishful thinking accepting someone else’s ideas. Then again, truth has its flexibility, too.
I keep saying I trust in the Lord yet feel afraid at times. Is this a lack of faith or gentle reminder that He is always by my side? I need only call His name.
White gold of the poppy casts souls into hell a few drops of promise delivers living death to fool who run from fear.
I am but a candle burning down until I am but a flame of light then a spark transmuted into eternal love of He who made all.