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We Are The Music
We Are The Music You say, pull the shade! Or the neighbors will see! I say, What will they see? Us dancing? I rest my head upon your shoulder and am happy in the embrace. Us dancing in the kitchen too small to move much, but close in heart. I say, keep dancing. You say,…
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The Endeavor True. . . . .
Over the years I have found that if the desire is honest and the endeavor true there comes into life what is needed. Not what is wanted but what is needed. And into my life have come people who have supported and books that have affirmed my direction. An author who came into my life…
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The Refuge, everlasting life. . . .
Across My Life There were people walking across my life, leaving footprints, momentarily. They were not lightweights but real people whose hearts mellowed my life into pieces, manageable. I loved them quickly, fiercely, knowing they would but stay a minute. Now they are gone, but leaving behind stretch marks across my heart. Would you or…
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The Years The Locusts Have Taken. . . .
More Compensation. . . In my last posting I wrote that in Life there is a balance. Emerson called it compensation. I have found this to be more than accurate. For me it has been a personal matter of Life giving and I receiving. And to receive, I must be open to what is…
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Compensation. . .
There comes a time when even the simplest body language speaks to one and one has to listen. It is not an easy thing to do, this confrontation, but it requires some thought. It is easy to anger, but a dumb thing to do. And I try hard not to be dumb. But looking with…
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When The Real Money Is Counted. . . .
The Teacher Continues. . . . When it comes to memory, how do we separate what is currently ours? Yet the question should be, what is not ours when we are part of humankind? What can we separate from since we do not know what it is we have participated in since time began? Have…
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Memories With No Putting Place. . .
The Teacher Speaks. . . .what exactly is memory? Except long things outstanding, which in the course of living, become shorthand of a sort. It would appear that memories should not encroach on one, especially when they are not part of the current life. But since we take on the body of choice, then we…
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Some Thoughts. . . .
When in doubt about what to do; the human thing to do is one which will contribute to humanity’s growth. ***** And without memory, one has no idea of how the past deposits its residual in the present nor what the present can do to frame the future. ***** The one requiring more learning, more…
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A Good Friend
A Good Friend. . . . There is a dark side to everyone’s personality, especially the sensitive one. This dark side often rides the sensitive so heavily that others find them burdensome. Yet needful because being sensitive, they are often also understanding and responsible. When one needs a someone, they are always there, to make…
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The Sound Loaf
The Sound Loaf Evolution or God (perhaps one and the same) finely grinds the meal ever so slowly while I cannot breathe with the dust in the air. But there will one day be understanding with the digestion of the bread. . . . The wholeness of the grain so nicely baked till the…