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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I am lucky blessed am I my path is strewn with four-leaf clover rainbows hover above my head angels guard my every step I am loved I am loved luck and loved through all time
Lay down neon footprints, Lord Blaze a trail so clear to me Make my faith forever strong May I walk with my hand in Thine Guide me, Lord, to the Promised Land.
Vulnerable fragile tendrils of fantasy illusion wrapped in mystery filled with emptiness waiting for others to make life happen afraid to start living my life governed only by that voice within
I’m here then there until I’m nowhere or even everywhere Who am I? What am I? A thought single idea part of God’s day dream?
What animal would I like to be mighty lion or bumble bee? Sometimes I want to be anything else but me how silly I can be for end the end I can only be me.
I never knew I would be old body parts would fail memory, too I feel like a race driver sitting in a broken down old car raring to go one more time around the track but all I can do … Continue reading
Sitting at the water’s edge pond birds pick their way across lily pads morning mist mixes with sunrise mauve I start my day in quiet reflection peace and gratitude renew my soul