paying the cost since 1965
I wish I could write poetry
The best I can do is doodle with words
Stephen Mitchell, in the forward to his book, A Book Of Psalms, Selected & Adapted From The HebrewPicture Credit: Me, Silly!
Pure prayer begins at the threshold of silence. It says nothing, asks for nothing. It is a kind of listening. The deeper the listening, the less we listen for, until silence itself becomes the voice of God.
Ultimate Truth is beyond words. Just by trying to put it into words you've already watered it down.
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There is no room for truth In a mind already full Of everything else©mysticdog
Jesus said: Or what man is there among you who, if his son asks for bread, will give him a stone? Matthew 7:9Thanks Pops. For all the rocks. Even Jesus couldn't imagine a father quite like you.
Fathers Day Rocks!
" Today means boundless and inexhaustible eternity. Periods of months and years and of time in general are ideas of men, who calculate by number; but the true name of Eternity is Today."-PhiloImage credit: myself
It was the right move, but the wrong time.
Dr. John 1941 - 2019
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Truth is not something you learn.Truth is something you remember.But before you can remember truthyou must first forget all you've learned about truth.©mysticdog
The following is an excerpt from Stephen Mitchell's book The Gospel According To Jesus, page 144
Reality is simply the loss of the ego. Destroy the ego by seeking its identity. It will automatically vanish and reality will shine forth by itself. This is the direct method.There is no greater mystery than this, that we keep seeking reality though in fact we are reality. We think that there is something hiding reality and that this must be destroyed before reality is gained. How ridiculous! A day will dawn when you will laugh at all your past efforts. That which will be on the day you laugh is also here and now.-Ramana Maharshi
We All Grow More (dis)Honest
As life goes on we all learn, we all grow.Some of us grow more honest.With those we love.With the world around us.And most importantly,With ourselves.We better understand ourselves.Our wants. Our needs.And we foolishly believe that everyone elseGrows as we have grown And we treat them accordinglyBut not everybody grows in the direction Of self discovery, of honestySome of us grow in the opposite directionThey double down on the deceptionsThey've always told themselves They grow better at maintaining The illusion they project Of who they want others to see them asSometimes it is hard to tell Who is who.Who has grown in which directionIt is easy to mistake the twoThose who grow towards honesty Are more free to admit their mistakesAre more likely to expose themselvesMake themselves vulnerableWhile they are growing more honest They are also growing More easily labeled the oppositeThose who grow towards deception Are better at faking those traits We admire in honest peopleThey are often held up as examples Of honesty. Of enlightenment.Of everything we want to be.Which are you?Are you sure?Those who grow towards honestyOften doubt themselves.They see their shortcomingsThey see their areas of deceptionWhere they fall shortThose who grow towards deception Learn to deceive themselves Above all othersHonest people thinking they're dishonest Having others think they're dishonestDishonest people thinking they're honest Having everyone else think they're honestDon't be too quick to judge othersDon't be too quick to condemn yourselfAnd don't be too quick to believe in That wonderful new honest person you've met©mysticdog
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It is the month of June
WaitAre you kidding me?Where the hell is my year going?Crikey!©mysticdog
Take the time to feel,Water rush down your skin,In the shower.Take the time to hear,Bird songs chirping softly,In the morning.Take the time to see,A watercolor sunset,On a cloudless night.Take the time to taste,The sweetness of a lover’s lipsIn a moment of passion.Take the time to smell,The salty sea air,On a sunny beach.Take the time,To let your senses live.Embrace every moment.mb©anxiousrambling
Don't come at me with your chivalryAnd complain that it has died.The pompous king is long gone,As is the jester and his song,Horses and carts have been pulled apart,And the peasants all have shoes.So, don't come at me with your chivalry,And act bemused when I refuse.©metaphysicalcrow
No matter what you do, you’ll always be a reflection of how they see their own self. ©wordie_birdie_
We have these expectations,Of how our kids should be.We tell them how to act,And tell them what to feel.We still have got this ego,Of I am big you're small.When really we do know,Intelligence ain't tall.Obedience is number one,Just do as you are told.And when they dare to question,We say, "'Cause I said so."But really let us see,That our children are free.They aren't our possession;We need to let them feel.We need to take a step,Away from anger, rage.And need to take a breath,Create a little space.©poetry.by.dilay
The tears fall without hesitationUncontrollableThey pour down my cheeksMy face pale Drained of emotionNot knowing how to feelI cryI don't want you to die©the_dandelion_princess
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Life is a never ending opera of people turning into God and Evil.©redmaplequotes
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I once said,"I hate how they let fear rule their life."It took saying the words out loud,To realize I was talking about myself.©metaphysicalcrow
There is a book I must never readJust a peak and pages pour outBubbling and bursting over the binding,Bearing apparent abrasions from ages of adoration.It implores me to indulge in the incandescence.Dares me to drink the depth,Swirl the sensations,Drown in the devilish delirium,And sink in the superfluous satisfaction.Most companions comprise only a chapterYou narrated yourself into a novelAnd became a book I must never read©metaphysicalcrow
Someone will love the calm in her hands, but the storm in her mind, they must drownin her soul and swimto her love to findwhat's behindthose ocean eyes.©justhannah
When I lay down to sleep is when the real work begins...