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| ... "..the most important reason for going from one place to another is to see what's in between, and they took great pleasure in doing just that. Then one day someone discovered that if you walked as fast as possible and looked at nothing but your shoes you would arrive at your destination much more quickly. Soon everyone was doing it. They all rushed down the avenues and hurried along the boulevards seeing nothing of the wonders and beauties of their city as they went. No one paid any attention to how things looked, and as they moved faster and faster everything grew uglier and dirtier, and as everything grew uglier and dirtier they moved faster and faster, and at last a very strange thing began to happen. Because nobody cared, the city slowly began to disappear. Day by day the buildings grew fainter and fainter, and the streets faded away, until at last it was entirely invisible. There was nothing to see at all." - Norton Juster |
| ... Withdrawal in fear a gentle touch Of true belief in thoughts long lost. Climbed the sheer cliff to be with you. Never questioning it's cost. My rumbling heart held in God's loving touch To live with you, to be with you, to hold you such. All time is yours master mistress I prepare To wash my hands and face to hold you dear. In a fragile space where I see your angle face The stallions run through a nectar sweet A place safe from fear, you stand intimate there. Angles cherish your love, holding gently your hair. Take me now, all that I am, Broken in pieces, I plead for your hand. No peace is left, without you, that I've met. This place where warm sun shine arms me in wealth. You make me fortunate; Pretty woman you are my sun. |
| ... "After saying this, what can we add? With God on our side, who can be against us? Since God did not spare his own Son, but gave him up to benefit us all. After such a gift we can be certain that he will not refuse anything he can give. Could anyone accuse those who God has chosen? When God acquits can anyone condemn? Could Christ Jesus? No! For he not only died for us-he rose from the dead and there at Gods right hand he stands and pleads for us. Nothing therefore can come between us and Christ, Even if we are troubled or worried, or being persecuted, or lacking food or clothes, or being threatened or even attacked. As scripture promised: "For your sake we are being massacred daily and being reckoned as sheep for the slaughter." These are the trials through which we triumph, by the power of him who loved us. For I am certain of this: Neither death nor life, no angle, no prince, nothing that exists, nothing still to come, not any power or height or depth, nor any created thing, can ever come between us and the love of God made visible in Christ Jesus our Lord." Is a reading I've been asked to read at Mass on December 10th to celebrate what is called a Fifth Day reflection. It being one of the truly life changing pieces of text I've been blessed to adopt to my personal mantra. Whoever may be reading these words, I wish you the peace of Christ. And that you show kindness and love to the hurting people in your life; including you. |
| ... "Love has no pride When I call out your name. Love has no pride When there's no one left to blame, And I'd give anything To see you again. If I could buy your love I would try for it, And if I could pray It would never end. I'd fall down on my knees Begging for you To come back to me. Love has no pride When I call out your name. Love has no pride there's Only myself to blame. But I'd give anything To see your again. Yes, I'd give anything To see you again." Slumping head as Tears fall to my feet Freely from my eyes. The thrill is gone. |
| ... There are absolutes in life There are blatant tangible facts that are glaringly apparent. I am at this moment penning you these words. I can't say that I'm in the wilds of Africa hunting, because that would be deceptive, as well as blatantly untrue. If I say that I am hunting in Africa, when in fact I am sitting here, then I am being deceptive. I am being dishonest. I am lying. I would not do that. I would not be deceptive in my life because the value of life is honesty. "The truth will set you free." Being dishonest is a slimy slippery slope. It is dark, truly to it's core. Once adopted, lying becomes a dark shroud to live from under. Becoming so gripped in deception that there's a misguided belief the lies are true. Even forgetting where in the web of lies they are, and what the last lie was concerning the topic. |
| ... Dredged Time spent in one more abandon, Familiar dredged up past of need. An angry belly groans loud when empty. Lost knowledge known to know, or heed. Rebellion waged through tears and hurt In my worn out hat and shoes. So lonely without friendship. Solitude this world alone makes destitute. This life I've traded handed in. I weep for sweetness gone in me. My love story gone de-throwned Alone to dwell on past not met to hone. I'm finished living sorted sadness Branded heart like none to know. Life essence scored in wait and madness Bored hole in the belt thinness will moan. |
| ... "We cling to our own point of view, as though everything depended on it. Yet our opinions have no permanence; like autumn and winter, they gradually pass away." - Chuang Tzu |
| ... Goddess love You need not fret Thoughts rare precious None but you inflect. Sky light beams From your essence roamed. From your essence seen Essence known. In glee fulfilled Life's union longed; Summed from bright, Deep depths unknown. Where passions bits Meld and mix That warm glow, The majesty your soul. Love once known Summoned forth to praise. Calmed in care for another wave; Carried weightless through. Great doors of marble With sky of blue With faint cirrus, Shared in joy. Ecstasy called True bliss. I surrender slave to Your wishes, my life. Passions love To kiss, to hold in Times waged with each. The others Life giving half. Lives joy in delight Always you. |
| ... That rumbling passage through Everest rages every inch shaking and violent movement in complete darkness. Resolute to the journey, accepting it's consequences, its totality. |
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