From the THOUGHTS FOR THOUGHT section:
You must first bare your feet before another can walk in your shoes.
Repair the living instead of trying to resurrect the dead.
Sour grapes spoil the appetite for wine.
Hindsight waits to open a blessings unknown gift while foresight sees through the wrapping.
Asking for peace on your own terms will not result in lasting peace.
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from the HAIKU POETRY FOR THOUGHT section:
Money that goes to ones head, flies from the wallet and lands at ones feet.
There is no future when one can't get past the past foreboding future.
Restful reflection along the trodden pathway hastens direction.
Control by anger is intimidation at its most cowardly.
A picture captures an essence or illusion realitys guess.
Hearts drawn to babys sweet face, know the language of communication.
A fool thinks he can fool a magician who knows the trick already.
from the POETIC THOUGHTS FOR THOUGHT section:
JLAS RAINBOW
In this place, we are not blind, but we are color-blind, because we see with our hearts and not with our eyes.
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NATURAL EXAMPLE
The flowing movement of grass in the gentle breeze, and the softly bending movements of petals, fronds and leaves, are so relaxing to see, when we allow ourselves to become a part of it, reminding us that we too, can be as the grass, bending in the breeze.
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WHAT DAY IS IT?
I cant live Today.
Im too busy thinking of Yesterday,
And forgetting about Tomorrow.
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THOROUGHBRED
Born to be free, Born to be untamed, Belonging to no one But my Creator. I belong to no people, To no group, to no land. I am the wild horse.
I roam free and at will. I prey on no living creature. My food is the grass, Of the paths I trod, As is the water, found the ground. I ask for nothing except to be free The wild horse.
My greatest fear Is to be bridled, for even a moment, Totally skittish with that apprehension, Wondering how long I would be bound, And knowing I cannot be real Unless I am true to myself Knowing the wild spirit.
My greatest enemy Is of my own species Horses, taken, cared for and tamed That trick me into thinking I should belong, Becoming branded like them. So I flee from even them, disappearing from sight, To remain the wild horse.
When the wind of loneliness meets whispers Of the fear or enemy, labels or expectations, I will runand runand outrun. Because I know there is no one To whom I belong, no one I trust. I have to run free to be who I am I am the wild horse.
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PERCEPTION FROM THE GROUND
A leaf is borne in the air. Living on the tree, among all others of its kind, it is hardly noticeable, hardly unique.
But in its death, the leaf falls from its home. Borne of the air, it flutters and dances its way to the ground.
And it is there that it is most noticed.
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