What do you see while you gaze into a high mountain pool?
Do you perceive the reflection of your exquisite Spirit?
What do you feel while you tread the mossy carpet of a virgin forest?
Do you feel the heartbeat of It's enchanted Sacred Ground?
What do you know while you stare in wonder at the dark, stormy skies?
Do you then know the forceful Power of the Great Spirit?
What do you see?
What do you feel?
What do you know?
May you acknowledge the voice within, and harken to its power and wisdom.
-The Dawning Ember
MOURNING TO DANCING
He's turned my mourning into dancing again; He lifted my sorrows. I can't stay silent; I must sing for His joy has come.
By Tommy Walker
THE RIVER IS HERE
Down the mountain the river flows, And it brings refreshing wherever it goes, Through the valleys and over the fields The river is rushing, and the river is here.
The river of God sets our feet to dancing; The river of God fills our hearts with cheer; The river of God fills our mouths with laughter,
And we rejoice for the river is here.
By Andy Park
A GOOD HEART IS BOTH IMPORTANT AND EFFECTIVE IN DAILY LIFE. IF IN A SMALL FAMILY, EVEN WITHOUT CHILDREN, THE MEMBERS HAVE A WARM HEART FOR EACH OTHER, A PEACEFUL ATMOSPHERE WILL BE CREATED. HOWEVER, IF ONE OF THE PERSONS FEELS ANGRY, IMMEDIATELY THE ATMOSPHERE IN THE HOUSE BECOMES TENSE.
DESPITE GOOD FOOD OR A NICE TELEVISION SET, YOU WILL LOSE PEACE AND CALM. THUS THINGS DEPEND MORE ON THE MIND THAN ON THE MATTER.
MATTER IS IMPORTANT, WE MUST HAVE IT, WE MUST USE IT PROPERLY BUT IN THIS CENTURY WE MUST COMBINE A GOOD BRAIN WITH A GOOD HEART.
H.H. THE XIV TH DALAI LAMA
Paper produced by hand and is a double dowel scroll with a hand- braided multi-colored string for hanging. Brought to my home from A World Peace Ceremony. Indeed, a wonderful mediation for All, xo.
My girlfriend left me a prose note today, which I then arranged as lines of verse and added a title:
One fly in here and I swear the door was opened momentarily while carrying the litter out front
Second fly in the front house not sure how that one got in
Hey now. Hew now. Hai -ku Hai-ku all day. Joco mo fe no na na
Oops. I ran out of syllables. Needed one more. Sucks when that happens.
Nice to see you back in the poet's hangout. You've been missed!
"They are like trees planted along the riverbank, bearing fruit each season without fail. Their leaves never wither, and in all they do, they prosper."
-Psalm I:3 NLT
Beautifully did Sunday morning become Sunday Afternoon. The Grateful Dead Hour Rocked the Repeat Function of no.1083.
"In the end there's just a song..."
"Gonna make em shine..."
-Lovelight Intact- ~ sherbear, XO!
The flocks of geese are Headed south Honking and screeching And forming into vees Flying all night alone Now the day breaks But he doent know it, he doesn't rest Or even slow down He's got to get back To his one true love The only one who Knows his sound He calls and calls As he flaps and flaps For he knows she Has many suitors And their bright feathers Might lure her away So the day breaks With a north wind And dense fluffy clouds And he honks her name And flaps and flaps.