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Did you hear about the Zen Master who goes
The Journey People are unreasonable,
illogical and self-centered.  * "Reality is merely an illusion, albeit a very persistent one." Albert Einstein * Affirmation dedicated to the child within I respect myself .... My needs come first. I care about myself. I find peace and contentment in nurturing myself. I LOVE myself I laugh with simple abandon. I seek fun. I play as the child I am. I
am pure. My intentions are innocent and pure and joyful. I relish and run to gay abandon. My emotions are valuable. All my
needs are important: my desires, my emotions, my wants, my hopes, my dreams ... I
nurture and support and hug my child within me ... I laugh and run with her ... I hold her hand. I help her BE ... she is me ... I am free, the child is free and runs to me ... Safe ... loved ... She gives
me her old worn out tear stained maps and I tear them up ... gone!
her tears are soft rain Understood
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The Man Who Cried I stood and watched the man who
cried, His face awash, his mouth wide, His head
beating against the tree, His shoulders heaving like hills set free From the body of the earth; AndI felt his anquish take birth in my being, And And there I knew it would abide And eat into my days And guide my ways And be the judge of my mortal sins. My father`s tears were a key Which opened the world to me, Its ecstasy, and its misery. C.C.
`The Wind isn't meant to be autobiographical and therefore egotistical but insightful of the pitfalls in all of us of wanting to control and influence - the wind has more control than anything and does good and bad - yet it is indiscriminate` Tim Marc Warner. Author of the following: I am the Wind I am the wind and I flirt with the leaves I court them for ages, to dance with their trees I am the wind - I can howl and then whisper I can chill the heart; turn the snow crisper I am the wind who can find every corner Who can bring life to the water, to flora and fauna I am the wind, the wild, wild wind I am the wind who will whisk-up the sea And send it so crazy; the wildest frenzy
I am the wind; maelstrom-mountains down Who'll raid the earth - the seed that is sown And travel it far and sew at leisure To astound the eyes; a gardener's pleasure I am the wind, the clever, clever wind I am the wind who will fill your sails I will flutter the cards and flip off the bails I am the wind that lifts up the planes Turns hands of the mill, robs seas of its rains I am the wind whose mood is uncertain I'm a breath, a silence, a ripple in curtain
I am the wind; so magnificent I rage huge and loud with an untamed relent I can scream, I can shout, I can thunder a train I can swirl, I can whirl-a-wind; I can hurricane I can rage a tornado; I can blast and explode I can burst the banks; destroy safe abode I can heave, I can push, I can move the great skies I can bring to the boil; make the temperatures rise I can pound, I can crush, I can turn the world ‘round I can lift out and bury; haemorrhage at the ground I can, scratch, I can tear; brush buildings to dust I can frighten with temper in a madness of lust...
But then I fall silent, I stop and reflect How gentile I can be when I choose to respect I can kiss you silent, with an eider down I can gather you up in the softest of gowns I can stroke away tears and heal broken hearts I can carry a secret until your heaven parts I am the wind but I am so blind; so blind Be my eyes, for all of humankind I am the wind such a blind, blind wind, be my eyes, for all of you, be my eyes, be my eyes, for all of humankind?
Tim Warner is a poet and musician, he has a glossary of poems and this is just one I felt helped
express the human experience. Please respect that this poem is copyrighted and should you wish to know more or publish it
in any way just send me an email and I will contact Tim and put him in touch with you
The intuitive mind is a sacred gift and the rational mind is a faithful servant. We have created a society that honors the servant and has forgotten the gift. Einstein
A human being is a part of the whole, called by us, "Universe," a part limited in time and space. He experiences himself, his thoughts and feelings as something separated from the rest -- a kind of optical delusion of his consciousness. This delusion is a kind of prison for us, restricting us to our personal desires and to affection for a few persons nearest to us. Our task must be to free ourselves from this prison by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature in its beauty. Nobody is able to achieve this completely, but the striving for such achievement is in itself a part of the liberation and a foundation for inner security Einstein  |
