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7月19日 VISIONS OF EARTH, WE SHARE TODAY
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7月15日
I Held a Jewel in My Fingers
I held a jewel in my fingers
And went to sleep
The day was warm, and winds were prosy
I said, "Twill keep"
I woke - and chide my honest fingers,
The Gem was gone
And now, an Amethyst remembrance
Is all I own
Emily Dickinson and is not sad to wonder about those whose time it is to keep, forgets the eternal true that time and tide for no man waits;
and there rests the simplicity of all our fates.
~rom~
7月14日
...too late
no denying, I was upset
your useless lyings
curled into more regret,
filling the heavy emptiness dying.
what you have never had
is not because you
were a sympathy of life's sad --
no, you were fallen by your own untrue
while our breathing expends itself
through colors hardly squeezed
we search for anything left
of something love would conceive
behind brutal endings
set to blaze
are the torn renderings
of softly unspoken
ways.
what was cast in this play?
what cause could be
pleased?
by the unmeasured loving of today
suddenly colder and mournfully seized.
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there is no absolution
no regret so great
that can bear the breaking confusion
when it all becomes
...too late.
~rumorsofme~
7月12日
A Native American grandfather was talking to his
grandson about how he felt about a tragedy. He said, “I feel as if I
have two wolves fighting in my heart. One wolf is the vengeful, angry,
violent one. The other wolf is the loving, compassionate one.” The
grandson asked him, “Which wolf will win the fight in your heart?” The
grandfather answered, “The one I feed.”
—
a native American Indian story
7月9日 AMERICA...AMERICAI am so tired of watching people on TV, being asked what they think of our growing economic woes – as they are pumping fuel into their automobile, truck, van, motorcycle, etc., -- only to hear them say, “…but what can we do?” WE can do anything. How has America become so impotent? Where has gone our courage? The ingenuity of humankind? (I’m not talking about the untiring devotion to duty that have our young men and women on foreign soil fighting someone else’s war, when they are needed on American shores, restructuring our own fields of dreams-- shoring up the levies, beating back the wildfires and turning on the midnight oil to raise the need is one I keep ever on the “feed” – BUT the time has come, the roles have shifted and we are the ones who need aid.)
I am an incurable romantic but I am a pragmatist as well and the swollen bellies of starving children, the unsheltered, uncounted numbers of humans with no home, no medical care should not be exempt from help or comfort anywhere on this planet, but especially on American soil. Otherwise we should send people out into the New York harbor to dismantle the STATUE OF LIBERTY, engraved with:
Give me your tired, your poor, Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, The wretched refuse of your teeming shore. Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me, I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"
The extraordinary beauty of America glosses over the unpleasant to view lying on park benches, addicted to dirty syringes tainted with momentary escapes from the harsh pronouncement of their unlivable lives.
It helps no one to sit back and exclaim how awful it is, how ugly and disgusting a lifestyle – LIFE--style?? If you think you are somehow beyond the illnesses that assail the body and mind, you are a willing & waiting fool. WE may not be our brother’s keeper; but unless we are willing to look at the painful truth of their existence, we are bound to garner some slice of it. We must stomp it out, pull them out and begin again to lay out a new route. FREEDOM is the whole of the enterprise that brought this fanciful dream to these shores.
Not your responsibility? What does that matter anymore? If you think you can curb your contact with these untouchables (every age of every civilization—I use that word in the most expansive way possible!), you are thinking foolishly. The act of any one so troubled and blinded by it, must be just barely hanging onto any sensibilities. America needs to come home. Home to care for her wounded -- whatever the war -- they need to be helped. Anyone willing to live such a despicable alliance with others similarly bound, are hungry for more than some drug that passes off and there they are back again, trying to fill the broken in.
It does seem to me, in considering all that is at stake for America's sake, for her needy millions --(NOTE: This is where we leave from to go to some African state --- where children just hang limply on to their tired mother’s dried up breast, who has no way to save her child.) to provide the best we can restore. The pantry's are emptying, the shattered minds of our future lie beneath some porch or some freeway, while our own bridges are collapsing -- all of a sudden, does it not seem? America is the one other nation for whom aid is now sent. We cannot ever forget these people are human beings, wherever they came from. (so has been the evolution of humankind) They are on this soil now and we can and should do everything humanly possible to protect and care for these lost soldiers, who can yet help those coming along.
The way is long and there is no getting around that. We will endure harshness and know again the treasure of being christened an AMERICAN. This is our county and she's hurting, maybe even in some aspects, dying...but there can be no birth if there is no death. But we must recognize that we can save her, by saving ourselves so that we can be of service to others. When you sit down to your dinner tonight, take just a moment of quiet, and feel in your strong heart beat, that we will not let the idle tides claim them. Nor give up on this country because we feel so overwhelmed. This land has been for how long we don't know; and if it so that we have a Manifest Destiny, then it is for this destiny that we must decide -- I love this country; I live in its Soul. There I was born, am growing old and one day will leave, my dying having left nobody wiser. We are just human beings with deeply entrenched feelings, reckless loyalties, and too hastily thrown together Congressional Bills that go back over those already written in our Constitution (this is a dangerous activity...where does it stop, who is going to stop it?) I look on my computer and note the different "feeds" that we can align ourselves to receive. My God! Think of that in its most literal translation: We, the American people, are being "fed" what and only and if, it is going to draw the ratings in and nothing draws the viewing of the American populace like some human failing (e.g., sexual trysts go big these days) If everyone who didn't get the candidate of their dreams on the ballot crawls off to some corner to pout, then look out! How are children supposed to lead Children? In this world of such divisive factions that it becomes frozen by changing reactions .
YOUR VOTE is your part of the payment that others gave their lives for. Let's get busy and clean this country up. She has been ignored too long. Remember your song, no verses skipped, no help refused.
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7月4日
"That little weird thing people tell you to stop doing--don't, it's what makes you, YOU.
"My candle burns at both ends, however short the night."
"Giving someone the shirt off your back accomplishes just about that."
"The right time is always available, it is you who must be right for the time."
"the highway to Heaven is a very crowded way."
"What happened to the road less traveled?"
"Why must the 'best of times' always include some of the 'worst'?"
"We only give to get."
"I have become my own prisoner."
"The last time you were here, might be the last time."
"Without the shelter of Spirit, even the mind-body sex exercise is only that."
"The real me has no smiles or tears or waiting or lying or any Truth to bear."
"Do you not yet see all the others hearts beating within me?"
"A resting place is not a destination."
"Win some, lose some, you never get even."
--rumorsofme--
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