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Posted on: May 19, 2012
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Let that which we love.
be what we do.
Do not live other people’s dreams,
A rock is not water.
Be true to your essence.
Only you is you.
Posted on: May 19, 2012
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In and out goes the breath.
Thump, thump goes the beat of the heart.
Life is just this simple.
The more you add, the harder it gets.
Simplify your life. Breath. Be.
Posted on: May 19, 2012
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Yodeling requires letting go
of should and can’ts. Bubbling
forth the sounds of joy has no
room for sad laments. You may
not know how to yodel but
laughter is a grand alternative.
Posted on: May 19, 2012
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I have known and been touched by the love of so many animals. It astounds me when I meet people who do not seem to have a connection to animals. This is one of the most beautiful videos about our connection with other life forms that some people arrogantly say have no soul, no intelligence. Living on a game preserve and a great floresta has taught me to honor all life to a depth I never knew before.
Life Truth Beauty
Posted on: May 19, 2012
crop from George Keats’s manuscript copy of ‘Ode on a Grecian Urn’
Thou still unravish’d bride of quietness,
Thou foster-child of silence and slow time,
Sylvan historian, who canst thus express
A flowery tale more sweetly than our rhyme:
What leaf-fring’d legend haunt about thy shape
Of deities or mortals, or of both,
In Tempe or the dales of Arcady?
What men or gods are these? What maidens loth?
What mad pursuit? What struggle to escape?
What pipes and timbrels? What wild ecstasy?
Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard
Are sweeter: therefore, ye soft pipes, play on;
Not to the sensual ear, but, more endear’d,
Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone:
Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou canst not leave
Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare;
Bold lover, never, never canst thou kiss,
Though winning near the goal – yet, do not grieve;
She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss,
For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair!
Ah, happy, happy boughs! that cannot shed
Your leaves, nor ever bid the spring adieu;
And, happy melodist, unwearied,
For ever piping songs for ever new;
More happy love! more happy, happy love!
For ever warm and still to be enjoy’d,
For ever panting, and for ever young;
All breathing human passion far above,
That leaves a heart high-sorrowful and cloy’d,
A burning forehead, and a parching tongue.
Who are these coming to the sacrifice?
To what green altar, O mysterious priest,
Lead’st thou that heifer lowing at the skies,
And all her silken flanks with garlands drest?
What little town by river or sea shore,
Or mountain-built with peaceful citadel,
Is emptied of this folk, this pious morn?
And, little town, thy streets for evermore
Will silent be; and not a soul to tell
Why thou art desolate, can e’er return.
O Attic shape! Fair attitude! with brede
Of marble men and maidens overwrought,
With forest branches and the trodden weed;
Thou, silent form, dost tease us out of thought
As doth eternity: Cold Pastoral!
When old age shall this generation waste,
Thou shalt remain, in midst of other woe
Than ours, a friend to man, to whom thou say’st,
“Beauty is truth, truth beauty,” – that is all
Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.
Posted on: May 19, 2012
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As the first seed watched
the second seed take root,
seed three wailed, “What
about me? Where am I to
go? Who will take care of
me?” He trembled in fear,
afraid to take the first
step out into his new life.
Suddenly, a great bird swooped
down, gobbled up the little
seed and flew away. It happened
so fast that the others could
only watch with mouths agape.
For two days, the little seed
stayed inside the belly of the
bird who flew to the far side
of the floresta, finally releasing
the seed with a splat in a beautiful
glade by a tinkling stream. The
little seed wiped himself off,
looked around at the flowers, foxes
and fauna, and knew at last he
was home. He settled down into the
rich soil and sighed as he felt
himself begin to sprout. All that
fear had been unnecessary, he…
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Posted on: May 19, 2012
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Now you see it,
now you don’t.
Nature has endowed
it creatures with
astounding ways to
camouflage. Textures,
colors, shapes blend
perfectly with surroundings.
We paint our faces, style
our hair, wear whatever
is the current fashion, no
matter how uncomfortable, and
blend in with the other cookie
cutter people. But at what
cost? There is a precarious
balance between being our
own unique selves and our
need to “fit in,” to be
accepted, to be liked,
to be loved.
Posted on: May 18, 2012
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How amazing are our bodies,
a fine piece of craftsmanship,
able to function with precision
in spite of our abuse and neglect.
How blind is our self-hate.
Oh, rare jewel, your thighs are
not too fat, too thin, too flabby.
Your body is a gift from Source
to be cherished and honored.
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