Sunday, December 25, 2011
Friday, December 23, 2011
Money
Pay for commercial free aps or etc. but it isn't enough and commercials will creep back in. This greed topples nations and destroys families.
Thursday, December 22, 2011
Tuesday, December 20, 2011
Monday, December 19, 2011
Friday, December 16, 2011
Thursday, December 08, 2011
Wednesday, December 07, 2011
Monday, November 28, 2011
Police are my friends
Dream
There was a knock on the door late at night. I called out and the reply sounded like a man trying to sound like a woman. I cautiously opened the door and it was a policeman pointing a gun at me. I closed and locked the door.
There was a knock on the door late at night. I called out and the reply sounded like a man trying to sound like a woman. I cautiously opened the door and it was a policeman pointing a gun at me. I closed and locked the door.
Labels:
distant drums,
Dream,
friends,
police
Thursday, November 24, 2011
Across the sighs
Just thought that was a great title.
Labels:
gingering,
little fingers,
t day,
Tofurkey
Friday, November 18, 2011
Oddly optimistic
Relying on the kindness of the goddesses, gods, birds, and ancestors. May it be as it can be for the greatest good.
Labels:
awake,
bridge over troubled waters,
Wistfulness
Thursday, November 17, 2011
Tuesday, November 15, 2011
Dull is as Dull Does
dark and dreary
pondering
and oh so weary
yet I shall rise
as I always do
to dream
and be happy
scooby dooby do
pondering
and oh so weary
yet I shall rise
as I always do
to dream
and be happy
scooby dooby do
Sunday, November 13, 2011
Friday, November 11, 2011
Not Seeing
Once the realization is accepted that even between the closest human beings infinite distances continue, a wonderful living side by side can grow, if they succeed in loving the distance between them which makes it possible for each to see the other whole against the sky.
Sometimes I can't see for looking. If you are here it is because you heart has led you here. Welcome. I have missed you.
Songs of the Evening: Who Knows Where the Time Goes - Judy Collins; Help Me - Joni Mitchell
—Rainer Maria Rilke
Sometimes I can't see for looking. If you are here it is because you heart has led you here. Welcome. I have missed you.
Songs of the Evening: Who Knows Where the Time Goes - Judy Collins; Help Me - Joni Mitchell
Wednesday, November 09, 2011
Instead
I could be with you. Instead I'm playing stupid ass Facebook games. Not for long though. Right?
Labels:
Frankenmoon,
one egg over easy,
Twonky,
wistful
Sunday, November 06, 2011
Sunday, October 30, 2011
Wednesday, October 26, 2011
Ego
I am lost when I long for you. Writing this makes it worse. In more than one way I desire sleep and illusion.
Saturday, October 22, 2011
Time to go Home
Late and starting to rain,
it's time to go home.
We've wandered long enough
in empty buildings.
I know it's tempting to stay
and meet those new people.
I know it's even more sensible
to spend the night here with them,
but I want to go home.
We've seen enough beautiful places
with signs on them saying
This is God's House. That's seeing the
grain like the ants do,
without the work of harvesting.
Let's leave grazing to cows and go
where we know what everyone really intends,
where we can walk around without clothes on.
~ RUMI (from: Open Secret, translated by Coleman Barks)
it's time to go home.
We've wandered long enough
in empty buildings.
I know it's tempting to stay
and meet those new people.
I know it's even more sensible
to spend the night here with them,
but I want to go home.
We've seen enough beautiful places
with signs on them saying
This is God's House. That's seeing the
grain like the ants do,
without the work of harvesting.
Let's leave grazing to cows and go
where we know what everyone really intends,
where we can walk around without clothes on.
~ RUMI (from: Open Secret, translated by Coleman Barks)
Thanks to VM for sharing.
Wednesday, October 19, 2011
Monday, October 17, 2011
Stop being so religious
What
Do sad people have in
Common?
It seems
They have all built a shrine
To the past
And often go there
And do a strange wail and
Worship.
What is the beginning of
Happiness?
It is to stop being
So religious
Like
That.
- Hafiz
Do sad people have in
Common?
It seems
They have all built a shrine
To the past
And often go there
And do a strange wail and
Worship.
What is the beginning of
Happiness?
It is to stop being
So religious
Like
That.
- Hafiz
Sunday, October 16, 2011
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