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Irony--
I used to be
so sure about
everything and
loved to give
my opinion. Each
year teaches me
how the illusion
of life makes my
opinions absurd.
The irony is that
understanding this
makes me wiser.
so sure about
everything and
loved to give
my opinion. Each
year teaches me
how the illusion
of life makes my
opinions absurd.
The irony is that
understanding this
makes me wiser.
Peace by
Piece--
Peace is spread
one
person at a time. If
I am not at peace, how
can I expect someone
else to be? Attend to
your own heart first.
Learn to love and live
in harmony so others
can learn from you.
person at a time. If
I am not at peace, how
can I expect someone
else to be? Attend to
your own heart first.
Learn to love and live
in harmony so others
can learn from you.
Show, Not
Tell--
Do not tell me what to
do,
simply show me, then let
me decide if this, for me,
is true.
simply show me, then let
me decide if this, for me,
is true.
Together yet Separate--
I feel a part of,
yet separate. I
join in, yet hold
some in reserve.
yet separate. I
join in, yet hold
some in reserve.
I
understand the
idea of Oneness and
am headed that way,
but for now, I feel
it only in spurts,
then retreat into
my world of me.
idea of Oneness and
am headed that way,
but for now, I feel
it only in spurts,
then retreat into
my world of me.
Enough--
When is enough, enough?
Why do we long for more?
If the sustenance is empty,
one eats his fill, yet is
never satisfied. Eat only the
Bread of Life for all else is
illusion, leaving us
hungry for more.
Why do we long for more?
If the sustenance is empty,
one eats his fill, yet is
never satisfied. Eat only the
Bread of Life for all else is
illusion, leaving us
hungry for more.
No Interference--
We
must not interfere
with another’s lesson,
crucial things each of
us must learn through
experience.
with another’s lesson,
crucial things each of
us must learn through
experience.
We can model our truth,
but, in the end, each
must decide in his own
time what is meant for him.
but, in the end, each
must decide in his own
time what is meant for him.
My life is but a single breath,
so fleeting, yet needed in the
moment. Why do we feel that we
must live forever, building
monuments to our name? Am I
but a pretty butterfly
sipping nectar in the garden
a short while, then gone, a
star that fades with dawn?
If all else ceases to be,
then
why
not
me?
so fleeting, yet needed in the
moment. Why do we feel that we
must live forever, building
monuments to our name? Am I
but a pretty butterfly
sipping nectar in the garden
a short while, then gone, a
star that fades with dawn?
If all else ceases to be,
then
why
not
me?
Irony--
The
irony of being
alone in the floresta
is that I am learning
how to be with others.
alone in the floresta
is that I am learning
how to be with others.
It
is in quiet reflection
that life’s questions
are answered, coming
like raindrops, falling
from leaves long after
the storm has past, each
tiny drop quenching some
thirst I did not
even know that I had.
that life’s questions
are answered, coming
like raindrops, falling
from leaves long after
the storm has past, each
tiny drop quenching some
thirst I did not
even know that I had.
Walking Among the Trees--
Blue skies with
nary a cloud, air
crisp and clean.
Mother Nature beckons
me to walk quietly
among her trees,
sip water from clear
streams.
nary a cloud, air
crisp and clean.
Mother Nature beckons
me to walk quietly
among her trees,
sip water from clear
streams.
I
wander here and there.
The quiet murmurs of the
floresta stills the
busyness of my mind,
reminding me that all
is well when one is
at peace, walking
among the trees
on a summer day.
The quiet murmurs of the
floresta stills the
busyness of my mind,
reminding me that all
is well when one is
at peace, walking
among the trees
on a summer day.
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