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If you always do
What you’ve always done,
You will always get
What you’ve always got.
Sorry is a word used the most by those who think the least.
(But it is not said at all by those who never think)
The definition of a wise-man is a genius who doubts themselves.
At least I think it is…I could be wrong.
Think of a grain of sand on a beach and you will see a thing a billion times more conspicuous in its universe than you are in yours. Remove that grain of sand and the beach is unchanged – so you see your place?
But think of how you are to others. If you have helped, even just once, then to remove you would remove the brief smile and relief you gave to them…a smile that stamped your value on their universe.
May your life contain only enough pain to keep the happiness special.
Principle is a wonderful thing, but only at the right time.
Misjudgement wastes your energy and it also wastes mine.
One can only teach those who seek to learn; So how do you teach someone to seek to learn?
I’m an Eeyore, but I’m trying hard to be Pooh Bear.
Maybe that is why I fail.
You can only talk to those who seek to listen; So how can you tell someone to seek to listen?
The closer you get, the more resistance there is.
Automatically is no way to live.
Whatever will be, go forward with knowledge that somewhere your kindness was savoured and your love was not wasted, but kept like a treasure, held onto through darkened weather.
If you make someone smile, then your life is worthwhile.
People are on the whole ignorant, mostly stupid, usually rude, more often than not ugly, as a rule loud, by and large bigoted, generally self-centred, mainly thoughtless and regularly too numerous.
Heaven on Earth seems so far away.
A flower lives its life giving. It gives its scent, its colour and beauty and it proffers sweet food for the living things around it.
A weed spends its existence taking. It strangles its neighbours to gain its sustenance. It over-shadows those around and blocks out their light. It finds no use for beauty, no care to provide food.
A weed may be proud to be a weed, but it is never invited to grow…and quite rightly so!
Before we are friends, we must be strangers.
Before we are experts, we must be beginners.
Before we know, we must be questioning.
If we were born knowing everything – life would be very boring.
We see the sun wandering across the sky but this interpretation by human intellect is nevertheless incorrect.
What we know is wholly dependent upon our perspective and we hold so tightly to this starting place, for the sake of our own security that we handicap our potential to touch the truth.
Until we stop dwelling upon a self-supported belief in our own importance we will never be able to realise just how specifically special we are.
Individuality causes the changes.
Individuality sets the trends.
Why did you feel the need to lie?
It is your life, your choices, your future.
Why can you not answer honestly, clearly, easily?
Unless there is a part of you that knows that the choice you made was wrong.
Emotions are of the moment, not the future.
It has taken so long to be certain
Of the things of which I am certain
That I will state them with such clarity and force
That you may think of the words as arrogance;
But the confidence just reflects the journey I had to travel
To be that certain.
My existence may well be random,
But what I do with my existence is not.
(Science and Religion Unite).
If we only followed our emotions, we would be little more that monkeys.
If we only followed reason and logic then we would be little more than robots.
I prefer the balanced approach,
I prefer to be more like...um...a robotic monkey. Mmm, ending needed more thought.
Until you have tasted everything you cannot judge others by what their soul desires to taste.
Until you have touched everything you cannot comment upon what touches the spirit of others.
Until you have reached perfection your judgement and comments should be centred solely upon yourself.
Try not to judge the tears of another. You cannot truly know what their eyes have seen.
True happiness….when you enjoy being with someone who enjoys being with you.
The most painful of things is goodbye…I try and avoid it as much as possible.
By your questions, I will know you.
A BIT OF POETRY
Oh to go where those eyes wander
as they gaze within and far away.
To reveal, to feel the secrets withheld,
to share in where your soft soul plays.
Dont look down
towards the ground littleone,
Raise your covered heart
and face the sun.
Let the light
clear away the smokey stain;
Feel the natural warmth
melt away the pain.
Dont close your senses
to the world around you,
Just reach out
and let the energy surround you.
Find within yourself
the voice that will guide you
And be ready for the soul
that will truely love you.
To
The sparkling life from eyes so clear,
For the warmth of a smile sincere.
For the comfort gained
From a friend obtained
For the knowledge of one so dear,
I thank you.
Part of me will be leaving soon,
The part of me that's you.
The part I'm not ashamed of,
The part that's good and true.
You may think that you go alone,
you know that is not true.
Along with you will always be
the part of me that's you.
(by 'Andrea Carson' 1993)
For every tear
that appeared
on your soft sweet face,
For all the pain
that remained
in your heart.
Know that I
also cried
as my memory traced
All the hurt
that was worked
from the start.
I saw Lucifer, sitting with St.Peter, peaceful on a cloud, looking down at the scenery below.
He noticed me flying by, but didn't seem surprised and extended a hand and said "hello".
I was surprised and showed it so, then questioned him as any would do...
And so he began
to plead his case
saying he was
just misunderstood.
He wasn't bad,
quite the reverse,
in fact he considered himself
rather good.
"The thing was," he said,
"once upon a time,
the human race
enjoyed to sin.
The guilt that they felt
once sobriety struck
needed a form
to be put in.
"Well...there I was
at a fancy dress party
a nice little number
with red horns and tail,
I must have got drunk,
well you know how it is
with beers and wines
and suspicious cocktails.
I honestly say
I cant remember a thing
but friends report
that I went quite wild.
Something to do
with a prize winning lamb,
A knife, some fire
and an underage child."
"Well, rumours spread
and rumours ran
and by the next morning
I was the talk of the town.
Things had gotten
way out of proportion
and when I heard
I had to lie down.
Apparently,
late into the evening
and when I was
very much worse for drink,
I'd gotten up
onto one of the tables
and started to chant,
of what I cant think."
"Anyway,
to cut it short,
everyone else
in their drunken haze
imagined me
as some kind of idol,
or rather a reason
to rant and rave
'We arent to blame,
it isnt our fault'
all the young sinners
began to wail.
'It's all the fault
of that demonic creature
you know, the one
with the horns and the tail."
"In the beginning
it wasn't too bad,
I was a must
at all the best parties.
And most of the females,
as soon as they saw me,
knelt down in worship
in only their panties!
Then they started
to offer me gifts
like food and wine
and massive gold earrings.
Contracts for souls
and the odd virgin
and a number of pitchforks
with intricate carvings."
"Oh yes, that was it,
those were the days,
a life like a king
and I'd done nothing for it.
I tried to tell everyone
there'd been a mistake,
but they wouldnt listen,
they just carried on doing it."
"So you see," he concluded,
"Im really quite nice
and I did try my hardest
to sort out the mess.
I was just lucky
that God knew the truth,
Im blessed
with the luck of the Devil,
I guess."
As Lucifer chuckled
at his small feeble joke
and the fluffy white clouds
went stumbling on,
I thought on the story
and with a crease in my brow
looked back at Lucifer
and said: "Something's wrong.
What of the party,
the first one you went to,
what of the child,
some fire and the knife.
Aren't there some grounds
for people to fear you?
Didnt you take
a prize lamb's life?"
"That's just it," he said,
"Im totally innocent,
the event that meant
the whole world was misled."
Then he explained
and St.Peter confirmed it;
with a hint of regret,
Lucifer said:
"The underaged child
was just someone's daughter,
the prize winning lamb
was already dead.
All we were doing
was carving up lamb chops
to put on the barby
to have with some bread."