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The Four Immeasurables

May all sentient beings come to dwell in happiness and the causes of happiness.
May all sentient beings be free from suffering and the causes of suffering.
May all sentient beings
never be separated from the happiness that knows no suffering
May all sentient beings
abide in equanimity
free of attachment and aversion,
holding some close
and others distant.

An old Tibetan prayer

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Lettuce be faithful
Lettuce be kind
Lettuce be patient
Lettuce really...
Love one another

-The salad said it all

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GOD is a little like General Electric-
He lights your path.

GOD is a little like Bayer Aspirin-
He works wonders.

GOD is a little like Hallmark Cards-
He cared enough to send the very best.

GOD is a little like TIDE-
He gets the dirt out others leave behind.

GOD is a little like VO5 hair spray-
He holds through all kinds of weather.

GOD is a little like Dial Soap-
Aren't you glad you know Him?
Don't you wish everyone did?

GOD is a little like Wal Mart-
He has everything.

GOD is a little like Alka Seltzer-
Oh, what a relief He is.

GOD is a little like Scotch Tape-
you can't see Him but you know
He's there.

GOD is a little like a Copper Top Battery-
nothing out lasts Him.

GOD is a little like American Express-
don't leave home without Him.

MAY GOD BE WITH YOU

Sher'd from a recipe book from
S.S. Peter & Paul Orthodox Church

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Broccoli

Wise words from the departing
Eat your greens,
especially broccoli
And always say Thank You
especially for the things you've never had

While working the soil
we cultivate good manners
And cultivate a vegetable kingdom
of your own making

we're working the soil
by working the soil
by working the soil

we cultivate the sky
And enter the vegetable kingdom
of Heaven

by working the soil
by working the soil
by working the soil
by working the soil

The death of your mother
and the death of your father
is something you prepare for
all your life
for all our lives

Wise words from the departing
eat your greens
especially broccoli

always wear sensible shoes
and always say please and thank you
especially for the things you've never had

especially for the things you've never had
especially for the things you've never had

Eat your greens, especially broccoli
by the working the soil
You cultivate the sky
and enter the vegetable kingdom
of your own making

- Jhonn Balance

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There You Have It

Imagination
is the location
of all creation

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easy winter

fat, wet snowflakes
swirl on the wind
melt quickly

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In thinking of metaphors,
with all their correlations,
showing what it was like,
with a hope it might validate,
the reader and writer to a,
common ground of mutual-ness,
within any topic of chance.

In 2004 I jotted this after dear
friends of many years went
their own way. I oft took
care of their three kids as
to make the best of the worst.
We had fun as I watched over
them with nothing to say or that
could be said. I still love them all and
some love is impossible change, go
figure.

Well, this is a piece I wrote during
that. It's all about the...like!

Marriage...

...is like a good wine paired with the perfect entree.
...is like a career, something you are always working at.
...is like a vase holding both- fresh and wilted flowers.
...is like a hinge that works well for years then just rusts and rots.
...is like delicate onion skin paper that you must hold gently.
...is like God. Mighty and praise-worthy.
...is like a kiln, hot and able to make sand and clay rock hard.
...is like a shower, refreshingly comfortable and renewable.
...is like a patched roof that will eventually leak again.
...is like a silk straight jacket, feeling the restrained pleasure of it.
...is like water contained in a glass slowly evaporating as it is not being drunk.

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It was Faith, was it not? Ensuing
it was what it is and not arrived
by common means but every unique
avenue and footpath. To be able
(even as in a study) to find a maliceless
state-of-being, as we are assured we
all know, exists.

But alas can it exist while bearing
flesh. Fleshless bones do tell a story
all their own. And ashes are never
what they were anyways and everything
has been ashes already.

Many of them are their own graves. Then,
like the rhyme...ashes, ashes. I am going to
make a fire to only but really...make some ashes,
making ashes all the day. Even the incense that
smells of rose and stone are henceforth ashes...
ashes, ashes, ashes, dropping ashes, ashes.

Ashes are the key in reverse to all, 360 circle.
And the malicelessness in pretty ashes will
remain a part me, I am ashes, indeed.

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"Faith, Hope and Love...
the Greatest of these Love"

The ashes of lovingkindness,
a gift of this day, not only to me
but to all of you, xo.

-sherbear

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So beautiful are these writings
I've kept with a vast keeping of
black and whites filled with
greatness and nothingness-
collectively.

An excerpt from-

THE PILLOW BOOK OF
SEI SHONAGON

TRANSLATED AND EDITED
BY IVAN MORRIS

I.
In Spring It Is the Dawn

In spring it is the dawn that is most beautiful. As the light
creeps over the hills, their outlines are dyed a faint red and wisps
of purplish cloud trail over them.

In summer the nights. Not only when the moon shines, but
on dark nights too, as the fireflies flit to and fro, and even when
it rains, how beautiful it is!

In autumn the evenings, when the glittering sun sinks close
to the edge of the hills and the crows fly back to their nests in
threes and fours and twos; more charming still is a file of wild
geese, like specks in the distant sky. When the sun has set, one's
heart is moved by the sound of the wind and the hum of the
insects.

In winter the early morning. It is beautiful indeed when
snow has fallen during the night, but splendid too when the
ground is white with frost; or even when there is no snow or
frost, but it is simply very cold and the attendants hurry from
room to room stirring up the fires and bringing charcoal, how
well this fits the season's mood! But as noon approaches and the
cold wears off, no one bothers to keep the braziers alight, and
soon nothing remains but piles of white ashes.

COLUMBIA UNIVERSITY PRESS
NEW YORK

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blame game blessing

sitting
hours on end
glued to this screen
ingesting beautiful poetry from the vault
empty fridge
laundry piled high
blessed assured
it's clearly all of you's thoughtful fault

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