Ultimately you live simultaneously in all of the planes of consciousness all the time, so that in a way, it’s like a vertical cut up – you look at somebody, they’re there; they’re not there.
The world is a mountain, in which your words are echoed back to you.
i never felt magic crazy as this
i never saw moons knew the meaning of the sea
i never held emotion in the palm of my hand
or felt sweet breezes in the top of a tree
but now you’re here brighten my northern sky.
a spaceman came travelling on his ship from afar,
’twas light years of time since his mission did start,
and over a village he halted his craft,
and it hung in the sky like a star, just like a star
When you come upon a path that brings benefit and happiness to all, follow this course as the moon journeys through the stars.
well, it’s a marvelous night for a moondance
with the stars up above in your eyes a fantabulous night to make romance
‘neath the cover of october skies
and all the leaves on the trees are falling
to the sound of the breezes that blow
and i’m trying to please to the calling
of your heart-strings that play soft and low
and all the night’s magic seems to whisper and hush
and all the soft moonlight seems to shine in your blush
Extend the boundaries of the glowing kingdom of your love, gradually including your family, your neighbours, your community, your country, all countries — all living sentient creatures.
what’s new pussycat whoa
what’s new pussycat whoa oh
pussycat, pussycat, i’ve got flowers
and lots of hours to spend time with you
so go and powder your cute little pussycat nose
pussycat, pussycat, i love you yes i do you and your pussycat nose
From joy people are born; for joy they live; in joy they melt at death. Death is an ecstasy, for it removes the burden of the body and frees the soul of all pain springing from body identification. It is the cessation of pain and sorrow.
i’ll talk to your eyes
that i love so much
but if you go
i won’t cry
though the good is gone
from the word goodbye
if you go away as i know you must
I view death as a normal process, a reality that I accept will occur as long as I remain in this earthly existence. Knowing that I cannot escape it, I see no point in worrying about it. I tend to think of death as being like changing your clothes when they are old and worn out, rather than as some final end. Yet death is unpredictable: We do not know when or how it will take place. So it is only sensible to take certain precautions before it actually happens.
think i’ll go out to alberta, weather’s good there in the fall
i got some friends that i could go to working for
still i wish you’d change your mind,
four strong winds that blow lonely, seven seas that run high
all those things that don’t change, come what may
if the good times are all gone, and i’m bound for moving on i’ll look for you if i’m ever pass this way
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Anton Albertus Fynebuik 1931-11-10 to 2017-04-18 Chinook Hospice, Calgary Alberta, April 2017
The wise, therefore, are not tossed with the ups and downs of the waves of happiness and misery. They dive deep into the Spirit-Ocean of Bliss, avoiding the storms of delusion, the waves of change that rage on the surface of human consciousness.
Somehow all things have perfectly come together to bring us into existence, the chemical reactions, water, the perfect temperature, the perfect gravitational force…somehow, organisms started evolving on this beautiful earth, the sunlight providing life to everything, and the perfect system to assimilate the energies and sustain life, then came the fish and the frog and the monkey and the man.
it’s a beautiful day
sky falls, you feel like it’s a beautiful day
don’t let it get away
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frozen berries from the woods ~Edmonton, Alberta ~ March 2017
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