They say, "where's your passion,
That's why your dead."
It's not delusional pleasures
Which brings the dew to eye,
Mind, to ask why, a bird to fly.
The life, what, is it?
...Is more to be then it is;
In potentia, evolving.
They say, "Caesar hasn't
Gotten his due."
Reality, silently echoes,
Extinction's on your way.
They say, "everything's
La machine"; the
Convolution's devolution,
Bragging. I say,
"We", still being
The life, will!
Leaf
A raindrop forms
In love's eye.
Joy, sadness, let go.
Illumine
Fire in the sky
And your art,
Entering my eye,
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My Philosophy
Lest "we" forget, if you don't exercise responsibility, its Siamese twin sister, freedom, will wither, like a muscle, as well. Sadly, now, it first needs to be exorcized before its exercised.
Copy, share, as you will. Viva la evolution! Music is life's song
accompanying the abundance of joy's Spring. Enjoy an estival eve' as
you can. I look forward....
What Gives Me Hope
Matutinally Yours, james m nordlund reality (aja) :)
For those interested :) "of or pertaining to the morning, day:
relating to or happening in the morning or in the early part of the
day (formal), (Mid-16th century, from late Latin matutinalis, from
Matuta, goddess of the dawn.)"
If I were Mayor, I'd make the world a better place by
Get rid of all the crime in all levels of gov't :)
What/who changed my life and why
Not..., yet :) Ghandi (All), Meetings With Remarkable Men (All), Zen Flesh, Zen Bones, Bible (Old and New), The Vedic Literature, Krishnamurti, Suzuki (All), Magical Child, Old Man and the Sea (All), The Gold Faced Buddha (All), Quakers and Friends (All), and; A after there name means anything by them :)
Leo Buscaglia:)Inner-child integrative work, A
Thomas Merton :) A
Eric Fromm :) The art of love, A
Carl Jung :) Reader, A
Allan Watts :) A
Aung San Suu Kyi :) Freedom from fear, A
Germaine Greer :) A
Naomi Wolf :) A
David Spangler :) New Age personal growth
All the Suzuki's :) A
Abraham Joshua Heschel :) I asked for wonder
Kahil Gibran :) The Prophet, A
All the Khan's :) A
Taisen Deshimaru :) A
Rainwalker :) A
Carl Rogers :) Person centered therapy, A
Rumi :) A
Milarepa :) A
St. Francis :) Little Flowers, A
Jon Kabat-Zinn:)Wherever you go, there you are
Charles Luk :) Chan and Zen teaching, A
Tony Buzon :) Use both side of your brain, A
Winona Laduke :) A
Fritz Perls :) Gestalt, A
Mother Theresa :) A
Langston Hughes :) A
Carlos Castaneda :) A
Cornel West :) A
Chuang Tzu :) A
Lao Tzu :) A
Confuscious :) I Ching, The book of changes, A
Buddha :) A
Jerry Mander :)In the absence of the sacred, A
Gurdjieff :) Meetings with remarkable men, A
Alfred Adler :) A
Sigmund Freud :) A
Eric Berne :) Transactional Analysis, A
Pablo Neruda :) A
Blake, Emerson, Wordsworth, Thoreau :) A
Now names of books forgot author of :)
The power tactics of Jesus Christ
Drawing with both sides of your brain
The early prophets
The sun faced Buddha
Zen Flesh, Zen Bones
The shroud of Turin
The Essenes
Now Excellent magazines on :)
"Prison is designed to break everyone's
spirit and destroy one's resolve. To do this, the authorities attempt to
exploit every weakness, demolish every initiative, negate all signs of
individuality, all with the idea of stamping out that spark that makes each
of us human and each of us who we are." ~ Nelson Mandela
May the road rise to meet you May the wind be always at your back The sun shine warm upon your face The rains fall soft upon your fields And until we meet again, May God hold you in the hollow of his hand.
