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PostPosted: Tue Jul 24, 2007 11:19 am    Post subject: The write way......to each their own, as you please. Reply with quote

After my meeting with the Cuban "special forces" <--- with the one that told me it was a "fluke", she gave me this as a message.....



DOLPHIN ARIA


The dolphins laugh and play all day
For all the tourists, come to pay.
But what they do, most every night
Is cry for what was their birthright.

Like a river's water in the sea
A dolphinís tears just cannot be.
Not due to us, our visionís faulty
Just more drops in a sea thatís salty.

Fidel and Chť set the Cubans free
While the waiting dolphins need to be.
The meanings of their clicks and cries?
Requests to swim under open skies.

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PostPosted: Fri Jul 27, 2007 10:33 pm    Post subject: Emotions vs. emotivity.....transmission vs commentary Reply with quote

Grace fall

At those times you fall from grace
You never land upon your feet
But rather in a way that seems
To end so bittersweet.

That state of grace from which you fell
Had all youíd ever need
But being unaware of this
You end up swayed by greed.

For goodness takes a lot of work
The otherís easy if you try
By letting go of what is good
life without love is just a lie.

With time youíll find that youíve become
A prisoner of the cell youíll make
With all those bars you cannot break.
From each and every small mistake.

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PostPosted: Sat Jul 28, 2007 2:50 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

What are you doing here Peter? You seem to know your own mind, your view of the world (LIFE). Why are you here? Lurker asks a question......
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PostPosted: Sat Jul 28, 2007 3:43 pm    Post subject: knowing your mind is the start to getting out of it... Reply with quote

I have neglected the english language version of my consciousness for some years now. When I came across this site it seemed like a place that I could make a contribution to at the same time as testing my mettle.

So why are you here? Idea

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PostPosted: Sat Jul 28, 2007 9:46 pm    Post subject: Words are signs that must be read Reply with quote

Forget-me-knot

Your life is like a piece of string
Thatís long and straight and narrow.
Just a line and without promise,
Until you use it, somehow.

With each and every passing day,
It grows and just gets longer.
But is more always better?
If we canít make it stronger?

And even if one end is tied,
The rest is free to choose.
Be careful not to let it slip,
Itís easy to misuse.

We stretch it taut, and trip on it,
It coils just like a snake,
Until we cannot find the part,
That with our hands weíll take.

To get it right and use it well,
So easy when you see,
Those loops and knots are there for you,
Untied, theyíll set you free

Not if you use them as a noose,
Or for the ties that bind.
Instead, just as a tether,
To join whatís yours and mine.

For that is lifeís one purpose.
To serve us for this end.
That what was made, is what is left,
Itís really a Godsend.

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PostPosted: Sun Jul 29, 2007 2:51 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Hurt by the world Peter, and its history, and my small personal place in this world. An existential crisis I guess. Too much horror and I don't understand it. I enjoy reading your posts though, even though I don't understand most of them! Neutral

L‚ Arche Forum, January 31, 2006, Ottawa
Presentation by Dr. Balfour Mount, M.D., F.R.C.S.C.
Journey to Personal & Social Transformation
Tonight we are thinking about Personal and social transformation.

....What issues may increase our suffering?

In his NB book Existential Psychotherapy, Irvin Yalom suggests that
there are 4.

1/ Death: in the sense of existential obliteration

2/ Isolation: referring to the unbridgeable gap between self and
others - While we may all be as one, at a quantum level, only I can
experience my birth and my death, only you yours

3/ Freedom: referring to the unnerving absence of external structure
that is seen in the Sunday afternoon syndrome (I'd know what I'm
supposed to be doing right now if I was at work!) and the retirement
syndrome.

4/ Meaning: that is, the dilemma of meaning seeking creatures such as
we are, as we confront a cosmos that is potentially without meaning.

Let us look more closely at meaning...


.......... Themes common across cases at the wounded end of the spectrum included: 1) a sense of isolation and being disconnected; 2) a
crisis of meaning, an existential vacuum with an inability to find
solace or peace in anything; 3) anxious preoccupation with future or
ongoing ruminations about the past; 4) a sense of victimization; 5) a
need to be in control....

....800 years ago Rumi wrote: Your defects are the way that glory gets
manifested. Whoever sees clearly what's diseased in himself begins to
gallop on the way. Self complacency blocks the workmanship. Don't turn
your head. Keep looking at the bandaged place. That's where the light enters you.

800 years later Leonard Cohen wrote: Ring the bells that still can ring.

Forget your perfect offering. There's a crack in everything. That's
how the light gets in. (Either Rumi has been reading Leonard Cohen, or,
Leonard Cohen, Rumi!!)

And Yo Yo Ma has commented, We all have walls and limits and barriers.
I think the message is to find your personal wall - the wall you come
up against that you need to explore, because ultimately that becomes
the speaking part of your medium. You dare go there and you come back to report on what that is. Then you have something to say........Healing involves VOLITION, an active initiation of the process on our part; a leap of faith; a stepping out in trust. There is an internal locus of control.
No one can do it for us.......

......Healing involves ACCEPTING, where that is understood, not as passive giving up, but, as an active integration of reality (Ah, so that's the way my cookie crumbled! Now, what am I going to do with it?!)

.........Healing involves LETTING GO or as Phil Simmons expressed it,
learning to fall. As we learn to fall, we let go of our attachment, our
illusions of control; we fall from head to heart; from ego to deep
centre; from a stance of fearful quest for control and protective
closure to one of opening to mystery, and our healing connection to the
unity of all things......

........We need to come to recognize the healing potential within us,
a potential that was, and is, and always shall be, the essence of our
being. And yet, And yet, as C.S. Lewis observed, The process of living
seems to consist in coming to realize truths so ancient and simple that, if stated, they sound like barren platitudes. They cannot sound otherwise to those who have not had the relevant experience: that is why there is no real teaching of such truths possible and every generation starts from scratch....

.........John Main observed, We are not people who have to live on the
surface, or people who are condemned to live lives of shallow emotions.
Meditating is leaving the shallows, leaving the surface, and entering into the depths of your own being. Its purpose is to advance along the way of the fullness of your own humanity........ Quantum mechanicaledom as our own.

Thank you.
Balfour Mount,
31 January 2006

Peter, I am trying to heal the hurt I feel from knowing about the deception in this world and finding a way to live with that. Hope that is a fairly complete answer to your question!
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PostPosted: Sun Jul 29, 2007 4:53 pm    Post subject: Metaphysician, heal thyself...it will only hurt a bit Reply with quote

lurker wrote:
Hurt by the world Peter, and its history, and my small personal place in this world. An existential crisis I guess. Too much horror and I don't understand it. I enjoy reading your posts though, even though I don't understand most of them! Neutral

Peter, I am trying to heal the hurt I feel from knowing about the deception in this world and finding a way to live with that. Hope that is a fairly complete answer to your question!


And heal it will as you take it to task for your suffering. You only need to understand that your hurt is the signal to the clues that you left for yourself as you came into this existance. They are the baggage that you packed with all those parts of you that needed attention and resolution. You can neither save nor fix anything or anyone but yourself.

To further elucidate anything that I have offered for consideration, don't hesistate to add your part to the mix. The recipe will only be the richer for it. Cool

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PostPosted: Sun Jul 29, 2007 7:46 pm    Post subject: The center of the heart can listen to your plight... Reply with quote

Heart felt

How can you tell your heart is broken?
Each piece is sharp just like a knife.
Their edges cut into your soul,
And bleed away all trace of life.

But even more, that missing part
Creates a space where nothing stays
You cannot help but feel so empty
Loneliness keeps all away.

Will there ever be an ending,
To all this sadness and despair?
You dry your eyes, to better see
And try to look, you know not where.

Perhaps, one day, you will be able
To carry on, in spite of this.
Love will return and spring eternal
As soft caress and gentle kiss.

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PostPosted: Wed Aug 01, 2007 11:05 am    Post subject: The heart is a lonely hunter, known only to it's prey Reply with quote

A door able

If a heart is broken,
why then how does it ache?
Feelings of abandonment,
with every breath you take.
Freedom is a precious thing
once given, youíre alone.
Unlike love, that lasts and lasts
when it was with the one.
No matter what and come what may,
some things will never change.
No matter just how hard we try
to sort and rearrange.
For those words, once they are said,
will last forevermore.
Once you have said, I love you,
you can never close that door.

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PostPosted: Thu Aug 02, 2007 6:53 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

If living doesn't break your heart
My friend, you have not lived
Were we not told that from the start
The heart's the greatest gift ..
To walk and never stumble?
To laugh but never cry?
Yet love will make us humble
In the blinking of an eye
For many though the shock is strong
Too much to risk again
So hide they where they don't belong
Whilst eyes betray the pain
The innocence of heart's love song
Burns fierce or flickers weak
And heart knows neither right from wrong
But only what it seeks
To reignite and reunite
With all life's symphony
And give away all that it is
Throughout eternity


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PostPosted: Thu Aug 02, 2007 10:29 pm    Post subject: When you're write, you're write ;-) Reply with quote

Ahhhh, a kindred spirit. Welcome.
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PostPosted: Tue Aug 14, 2007 4:33 pm    Post subject: Creativity, like fine wine, can take some time. Reply with quote

To the lurker in all of us.

Integration

There is no flight from desperation
Nor any way of marking time.
Each moment is, as it should be,
Precious, to be found so fine.

If held and cherished, no misspending,
Value and interest will accrue
Until such time as it is able
To serve in ways and things we do.

So in our method thereís no madness
But sight and sound and perception.
Of what was once a tender feeling
That will with you, as one, become.

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PostPosted: Fri Aug 17, 2007 3:35 pm    Post subject: Is this a Slimerick? Reply with quote

There once was a slimeball named Dick
Whose cronies were twisted and sick.
They invaded Iraq
and Dubya had their back,
just a real gang of treacherous pricks.

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PostPosted: Wed Nov 07, 2007 11:34 am    Post subject: Mayan ayes Reply with quote

The Mayans say that time will end
Sometime in twenty-twelve
But Iíve got news for you of things
in to which we must delve.

Those Mayans looked up for their gods
And then down for their hells
But realized that both these things
Were reflections of themselves.

As consciousness was rising
From stirrings in our souls
The universe was readying
Our purpose and our goals.

Come what may and very soon
An era will be closed
So from the ashes we will rise
The Ones, as are supposed.

A new direction given time
Is all that we will need
For once we have availed ourselves
Of that which was our seed.

So growing up and branching out
Weíll reach both wide and far
Rejecting hells and heavens both
To take our place among the stars.

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PostPosted: Mon Dec 10, 2007 8:08 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

26th Oct
Death of a ghost, when you die who will care
In fact if I go, will they notice that Iím not here?
Methodís of death, life is like chess, my success
Is worth nothing if itís not held to chest or caressed?
No one can hold this life; no matter how hard they try
My best guess, is more or less it depends on how I die

Just picture it, there he is, dead on the ground
Tortured then shot, that the news up and down town
But there are no bullet wounds, so how did he go
Like they say when nobody knows, everyone knows,
The word grows, that this kid was a great potential
But messed with the honor, of those who can be considered anti-social
And so one by one they cut of his toe sent them to mum
Then hands on the table, hammered them all just for fun,
Nah, there are no signs thatís what he went through
I think he had all his cards, gambled and then blew.
What ever happened to the talk of play your cards right
They paid him back outside, fist to gun, he lost the fight
Forget how he died because either way he was still killed
Whatís more he had it coming, lets keep the case sealed

So what now, do I come up and not come down
Or am I just another gravestone left in the ground
If I werenít tortured then explain if I was poisoned
Who ever thought drinking holy water would win my sin
Who was this kid, no family we didnít find a trace
Can you be surprised, I looked in his eyes, he had no face.
He was so young, he had be killed, but I canít see the physical,
Murdered or slaughtered he died like no other individual
Oh I know, maybe he was the man who didnít grow
From a sunny day, these boys just appeared in the snow
I wonder, he had no hair, did he die from cancer
The swelling on his feet, tells me perhaps he was a dancer
Maybe he was asthmatic, didnít reach the air in time
If only he asked, I would surely have offered mine
Osteology, I could see he had bent knees
Maybe he was a smoker, and died of lung disease
Who knows, maybe it an unprovoked natural cause
The simple things you donít think about can cause you to pause,
In fact I think that he was alone fighting the tide
School, sport or streets, all of which led to his suicide
So much was in his mind, but he just couldnít state the issue
Now your gone I need to ask, shall we bliss you?
I think it was the school, they love to patronize
Didnít fight the system but they bullied him in disguise
Maybe it was social, emotional or dreaded and domestic
Original or trivial, it was hard to depict
Either way, Iím sure, that he hated every piece of life
Couldnít take it all, so instead he took a slice
Found flat on the mat, bleeding, to alls astonishment
Waiting to die, so I wonder, was it all an accident
Hysterical, looking back suicide was just a suggestion
But stimulated our depression, all in his direction
Everyone was passing judgment before they understood
The child vanished, who knows if it was for his own good
Death of a ghost, Iím aghast but I wonder will we remember
One October, this invisible turned to a martyr
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