Roam in the world as a lion of self-control; see that the frogs of weakness don’t kick you around.
you heard my voice, i came out of the woods by choice
shelter also gave their shade
but in the dark i have no name
so leave that click in my head
and i will remember the words that you said
left a clouded mind and a heavy heart
but i am sure we could see a new start
so when your hopes on fire
but you know your desire
don’t hold a glass over the flame
don’t let your heart grow cold
i will call you by name i will share your road
It is not a pumping-in from the outside that gives wisdom; it is the power and extent of your inner receptivity that determines how much you can attain of true knowledge, and how rapidly. The man who has the power of receptivity quickly grasps everything. People with no receptivity may be exposed to the same experiences or information, yet not really see nor fully comprehend what is there. An intelligent man lives far ahead of the idiot. Your experiences bring wisdom according to the measure of the cup of your receptivity.
Many great works of art, poetry, and music are inspired by astral memories. The desire to do noble, beautiful things here on Earth is also often a carryover of astral experiences between a person’s earth lives.
If you permit your thoughts to dwell on evil you yourself will become ugly. Look only for the good in everything so you absorb the quality of beauty.
i never done good things
i never done bad things
i never did anything out of the blue,
want an axe to break the ice
wanna come down right now
my mama said, “to get things done you’d better not mess with major tom.”
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QE2 highway ~ random spaces ~ Alberta, Canada ~ January 2016.
Your end, which is endless, is as a snowflake dissolving in the pure air.
will you remember the flowers in my hand?
will you remember my hair?
will you remember the future we planned?
the world is not waiting out there.
will you remember?
will you recall? will you remember?
Wallowing is a “bottomless pit” of pain, because we generate pain in response to pain. It’s bottomless because there’s no end to that. But this wallowing is not necessary. “When a well-taught noble disciple is afflicted by painful bodily feelings,” the Buddha says, “she will not worry nor grieve and lament, she will not beat her breast and weep, nor will she be distraught.” And thus she becomes one “who can withstand the bottomless pit and has gained a foothold in it.”
If there is a lot of energy coursing through the body, imagine the body as a wide container where the energy is allowed to bounce around like a ping pong ball. Accepting it like this can take away the extra agitation of fighting the restlessness.
i heard that you missed your connecting flight
to the Blue Ridge Mountains, over near Tennessee
you’re ever welcome with me anytime you like
let’s drive to the countryside, leave behind some green-eyed look-alikes
so no one gets worried, no
Everything changes, nothing remains without change.
out from my window across from the city
i have what’s considered a good view
two blocks from the subway, three from the fountain
where i walk to break in new shoes
she stands on the sidewalk just waving at taxis
like horses in parades in passing
i ask where she’s headed she tells me,
Ohio, i’ve not seen my mother in ages it’s been a long time, a real long time.
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