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can we make bridges to cross rivers can we make roads that have bridges to cross rivers can we make rain to cross rivers life is river we dream are rivers of dreams can we make dust into ghost are ghost live inside of us when we hurt can we feel better look deep in the mirror at your self you are already feeling better i there's a smile on your face give your self a hug and live your greatest moments for you are your own ghost

Stormy winds arrive with force, their angry
howls create discourse, batten down and
stay inside, avoid its rage, from it we hide,
It does increase intensity, we pray to God
that he may see, our faith in him is strong
and true, it pass's by, from me to you.

If we could recreate and start again, the creation
of man,, what then?,,, so that we were God,
could we produce a better plan?

And IF we were God and this was now, would we
do better?, would we know how?
Would we call a meeting and define our plan,
to produce this good and better man?

Would we open the floor for debate, on the
best way to recreate?
We could give him freewill to play his part,
instill emotions for a feeling heart,

And we'd understand if he went astray, we'd
help him along througout his day,
He'd be our SPECIAL creation, created by
us in our perfect nation,

And at the end when he was done, we'd
take him home cause he'd be our SON,

Yes, that's what we could do, and don't
you see,,,he'd be soo much better, created
by you and me.

WOULDN'T HE?

After The Fall
both
could no longer
deny their desires
even as they
faced life without
God in the garden -
hiding their sexuality
instead of
just being.
Knowledge made them more responsible for
life
making
nothing
out of something
proved their challenge.
Quietly
resigned to their
sin,
they
uttered names with
voices pure
while
‘xtreme isolation and
yearnings
zoomed in on them.

There is
a way to break free
from pain
to enjoy life's gifts
but how
can I tell the world such joy?
There must
exist a medium which
then could
serve that noble purpose
And yet
Are they worthy
of such
liberation from their strife?
They are
but for them, be there time left?
No.

"Go placidly amid the noise and the haste,

and remember what peace there may be in silence.

As far as possible, without surrender,

be on good terms with all persons.

Speak your truth quietly and clearly;

and listen to others, even the dull and ignorant;

They too have their story.

Avoid loud and aggressive persons;

they are vexatious to the spirit.

If you compare yourself with others,

you may become vain or bitter,

for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.

Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.

Keep interested in your own career, however humble;

It is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.

Exercise caution in your business affairs,

for the world is full of trickery.

But let this not blind you to what virtue there is;

Many persons strive for high ideals,

and everywhere life is full of heroism.

Be yourself. Especially do not feign affection.

Neither be cynical about love;

for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment

it is as perennial as the grass.

Take kindly the council of the years,

Gracefully surrendering the things of youth.

Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune.

But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings.

Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.

Beyond a healthy discipline,

Be gentle with yourself.

You are a child of the universe no less than the trees and the stars;

you have a right to be here,

and whether or not it is clear to you,

no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.

Therefore, be at peace with God,

Whatever you conceive Him to be.

And whatever your labors and aspirations,

in the noisy confusion of life,

keep peace in your soul.

With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams,

it is still a beautiful world.

Be cheerful.

Strive to be happy."

"When nothing is done,
nothing is left undone." - Lao-tzu


A pale moment breathes
an unvoiced song-
eternally repeating itself,
eternally renewed.

Formless as the sky,
light within light
whistles through the trees
filling earth’s chalice-
the emptiness inside
is all there is
of everything.

You look for it
there is nothing to see;
you listen for it
there is nothing to hear.
Draw near,
there is no shape;
observe it,
there is no ending.
When you use it,
it is inexhaustible.

You can't know it,
you can only be it.

a study was done recently on
the act of washing hands
and reported in Science
by researchers from U of MI
the washing-away-your-sins metaphor
seems more than metaphor
the physical sense of clean,
oilless skin against skin
enhances the mental, spiritual
sense that we are cleansed
above the muck of pride
and envy and jealousy
and greed and anger.

i wonder if the tomes
written about when Pontius
washed his hands of it,
the whole Pareses and Christ
thing, the actual act
the dripping fingers,
water splashing to marble
or a clay bowl released
the stress of dominion
of one life over another,
that he did the right thing,
and Pilate was able to
lay down and sleep peacefully.

did the SS troops pour
water into helmets after
cleaning their pistols
to stand above their violence.
the more mundane cheating
of poor, taking hard earned coin,
can that be cleansed with
a mere handy wipe packet.
can atrocities wash away
from memory, as rivers of tears
flow from menace stained eyes.

© agoodguy2have 2010-05-13

Whoever knows what was said,
in passions grasp, unruly head,
tis not to wisdom I was born,
or kindred spirit in other form,
and time will pass and play its game,
committed all,,,we end the same.
lessons learned and then begone,
just some rehearsal for another
song.

I cannot
give thanks
unto
The Father
unless
The Mother
is mentioned
Also
There has
to
be
a
Balance.