This was posted in chat by Eliyah...not sure if they are his words
or the words of another originally...what I am sure of is that it is
profoundly beautiful...words that if I were so gifted I would speak to
"It doesn't interest me what you do for a living. .. I want to
you ache for, .. and if you dare to dream of
meeting your heart's longing. .. It doesn't interest me how old
.. .. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for
love, .. for the adventure of being alive. .. It doesn't
what planets are squaring your moon. .. .. I want to know if
you have touched the center of your own sorrow, .. if you have
opened by life's betrayals .. or have become shriveled
and closed from fear of further pain! .. .. I want to know if
sit with pain, mine or your own, .. without moving to hide it
or fade it or fix it. .. .. I want to know if you can be with
or your own, .. if you can dance with wildness and let
ecstasy fill you to the tips .. of your fingers and toes without
cautioning us to be careful, be .. realistic, or to remember the
limitations of being human. .. .. It doesn't interest me if the
you're telling me is true. .. I want to know if you can
another to be true to yourself, .. if you can bear the
betrayal and not betray your own soul. .. .. I want to know if
you can be faithful and therefore be trustworthy. .. I want to
you can see beauty even when it is not pretty every day. ..
I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine, ..
still stand on the edge of a lake and shout to the silver of the
full .. moon, "Yes!" .. .. It doesn't interest me to know where
or how much money you have. .. I want to know if you
can get up after the night of grief and despair, .. weary and
the bone, and do what needs to be done for the ..
children. .. It doesn't interest me who you are, how you came to
here. .. I want to know if you will stand in the center of the
fire with me and .. not shrink back. .. .. It doesn't interest
or what or with whom you have studied. .. I want to know
what sustains you from the inside when all else falls away. .. I
know if you can be alone with yourself .. and if you truly
like the company you keep in the empty moments. . "
The devil and an angel were walking down a path once, having a
philosophical disscusion, when up ahead the angel noticed a mortal man standing stareing in wide eyed
wonder at something he had just found on the street. Finally a broad smile appeared on his face, he
reached down and picked it up, and he walked on, looking joyous. The angel asked the devil if he had
seen what just transpired. Yes said the devil. What was it that the man saw in the street, the angel
asked. That was a piece of truth. Truth? Oh my, said the angel, that must present a potental problem
for your line of work. Oh, said the devil It's really not much of a problem, I'm going to help him
organize it into a religion...
Anyone can become angry - that is easy, but to be angry
with the right person, to the
right degree, at the right time, for the right purpose,
and in the right way - that is not easy.
When a man has pity on all living creatures then only is
~~author Buddha ~~
All cruelty springs from weakness.
Non-violence leads to the highest ethics, which is the
all evolution. Until we stop harming all other living
beings, we are still savages.
~~author Thomas Edison~~
If we believe absurdities, we shall commit atrocities.
~~author Voltaire ~~
A friend is someone who knows the song in your heart, and
can sing it back to you when you have forgotten the
Appreciation is a wonderful thing: It makes what is excellent in
others belong to us as well."
No one believes the Son of God is powerless. And those
who see themselves
as helpless must believe that they are not the Son of
God. What can they be except his enemy? And
what can they do but envy him his power, and by their
envy make themselves afraid of it? These are
the dark ones, silent and afraid, alone and not
communicating, fearful the power of the Son of God
will strike them dead, and raising up their helplessness
against him. They join the army of the
powerless, to wage their war of vengeance, bitterness and
spite on him, to make him one with them.
Because they do not know that they ARE one with him, they
know not whom they hate. They are
indeed a sorry army, each one as likely to attack his
brother or turn upon himself as to remember
that they thought they had a common cause.
How could I have
forgotten--the sickness,- the
inescapability.--My strange love,--it frightens my
life,--We sail high seas and watch the voyages of
stars. Sometimes they collide--Did you know, you make my
head flame.---Blue flames and purple
flames leap about my head.-- I had once a thousand
tongues,--but tonight,--my head is crashing
through the sky,--my head is flaming on a dish.---My
love,--carry it in carefully, My love, carry it in
~~author Moya Cannon~~