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A Value System. . . an observation
A Value System . .an observation. . . . If a camera had the depth of a highly evolved human eye, it would without difficulty show the values that surround the individual. It would show the depth of the value system. It would reflect what the intensity of the light portrays. It cannot show you…
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Drudging To Beautiful. . . .
Drudging To Beautiful. . . They say it is poetic illusion I take and I say it is poetic license to which I am entitled. . . Yet encountered will always be words that have little connection to what really is. . . For instance, how to compare the daily tasks to some noble effort…
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Moksha. . .excellence of purpose. . . .
Moksha. . .excellence putting meaning into life. . . . . Sometimes what we look for when I say ask for the larger picture is not what we wish or think we are supposed to see. The larger picture may not have the desired results that we think we deserve. The results may be completely…
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Some Observations. . . .
Some Observations. . . How much of what crawls over memory’s house is what a person feels above doing and what is owed him or her because of who they are? And do they really know who they are? ***** Commitment must be taught. The ego must be put into place to allow…
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Apology. . .
Apology She says. . . I don’t know why but it seems that I should apologize. . . He says. . . Why do you say that? What need makes you want to apologize and to whom? She says. . . to all humanity for what has befallen. . . And He says. . .…
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This Learning Place. . .
Frank Herbert’s Chapterhouse Dune has much that demands me revisiting. Reverend Mother Odrade as she visits Sheanna says that art comforts and reassures people. Please, she thinks, don’t upset me. Just reassure me, she says. And I know what pleases me looking at the primitive painting on my bedside wall of early Americana that…
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What We Do For One. . . no lost causes. .
Sometimes there is need to repeat a post. When this was first written it was because I felt that my efforts were strictly one sided. And then I realized that many worked under this yoke and it was time to see the greater picture. And this is a must. Our boundaries or focus are limited…
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Requiring A New World. . . .
Requiring A New World. . . Toys and distraction impinge on the infant mind and the way becomes muddied. My thoughts have traveled the distance and as all thoughts do, seeded the worlds with my infant meanderings. I see the chisels working within the worlds sculpting, the breaking of rock, the scraping of stone. It…
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AT The Precipice. . . .
At The Precipice. . . I stand at the precipice of the world, wobbly but still standing, with ancient years yielding to an Essence I refer to as the Great God. Who is it, I wonder with arms ready to receive me? Small and insignificant in this Earth place dressed in my humanity? How is…
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Take a Few Moments. . . .
**We are the cabbage and the rose at once. Earthy and ethereal, at once. **Memories are the bridge to the future. **It takes time to pick up the threads of life upon return from being away, to make room for yourself again in lives that have already taken your absence into consideration. **Old friends like…