Eat a mushroom pie and hold your tongue behind your teeth. -Russian

http://www.pskovgo.narod.ru/proverbs_2.tho

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MUSHROOMS

Margaret Atwood
                        i            

            In this moist season,
            mist on the lake and thunder
            afternoons in the distance

            they ooze up through the earth
5         during the night,
            like bubbles, like tiny
            bright red balloons
            filling with water;
            a sound below sound, the thumbs of rubber
10         gloves turned softly inside out.

            In the mornings, there is the leaf mold
            starred with nipples,
            with cool white fishgills,
            leathery purple brains,
15         fist-sized suns dulled to the color of embers,
            poisonous moons, pale yellow.
                    ii

            Where do they come from?

            For each thunderstorm that travels
            overhead there’s another storm
20         that moves parallel in the ground.
            Struck lightning is where they meet.

            Underfoot there’s a cloud of rootlets,
            shed hairs or a bundle of loose threads
            blown slowly through the midsoil.
25         These are their flowers, these fingers
            reaching through darkness to the sky,
            these eyeblinks
            that burst and powder the air with spores.

                    iii

            They feed in shade, on halfleaves
30         as they return to water,
            on slowly melting logs,
            deadwood. They glow
            in the dark sometimes. They taste
            of rotten meat or cloves
35         or cooking steak or bruised
            lips or new snow.

                 iv

            It isn’t only
            for food I hunt them
            but for the hunt and because
40         they smell of death and the waxy
            skins of the newborn,
            flesh into earth into flesh.

            Here is the handful
            of shadow I have brought back to you:
45         this decay, this hope, this mouth-
             ful of dirt, this poetry.

Our bodies communicate to us clearly and specifically, if we are willing to listen to them. Shakti Gawain

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The most powerful thing you can do to change the world, is to change your own beliefs about the nature of life, people, reality to something more positive… and begin to act accordingly.” – Shakti Gawain

Suddenness aggravates evil

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My help is in the mountain

That I take away with me.

Earth cure me. Earth receive my woe.

Rock strengthen me. Rock receive my weakness.

Rain wash my suddenness away.

Rain receive my doubt.

Sun make sweet my song.

Sun receive the anger from my heart.

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Cunning tanuki; he preys upon my humble soul; I have no defence.

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Sonnet CXLVIII

O me, what eyes hath Love put in my head,
Which have no correspondence with true sight!
Or, if they have, where is my judgment fled,
That censures falsely what they see aright?
If that be fair whereon my false eyes dote,
What means the world to say it is not so?
If it be not, then love doth well denote
Love’s eye is not so true as all men’s ‘No.’
How can it? O, how can Love’s eye be true,
That is so vex’d with watching and with tears?
No marvel then, though I mistake my view;
The sun itself sees not till heaven clears.
O cunning Love! with tears thou keep’st me blind,
Lest eyes well-seeing thy foul faults should find.

William Shakespeare

It is good to die before one has done anything deserving death. Anaxandrides.

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A human being is a part of the whole called by us universe, a part limited in time and space. He experiences himself, his thoughts and feeling as something separated from the rest, a kind of optical delusion of his consciousness. This delusion is a kind of prison for us, restricting us to our personal desires and to affection for a few persons nearest to us. Our task must be to free ourselves from this prison by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature in its beauty.”

― Albert Einstein

May you find the balance of life, time for work but also time for play. Too much of one thing ends up creating stress that no one needs in their life.” Catherine Pulsifer

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To laugh often and love much; to win the respect of intelligent persons and the affection of children; to earn the approbation of honest citizens and endure the betrayal of false friends; to appreciate beauty; to find the best in others; to give of one’s self; to leave the world a bit better, whether by a healthy child, a garden patch or a redeemed social condition; to have played and laughed with enthusiasm and sung with exultation; to know even one life has breathed easier because you have lived—this is to have succeeded.”

― Bessie Anderson Stanley, More Heart Throbs

Tell me, O Brahmin, who is the lofty person in this city. “It’s the clump of Palm trees.” “Who is the philanthropist?”. It’s the washer man who collects (soiled) clothes in the morning and delivers them at night

http://sanskrit-quote.blogspot.com.au

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My grandfather gave me my first guitar, an old acoustic with palm trees and dancing girls painted on it.

Dan Fogelberg

There may be times when we are powerless to prevent injustice, but there must never be a time when we fail to protest.” ― Elie Wiesel

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When we honestly ask ourselves which person in our lives mean the most to us, we often find that it is those who, instead of giving advice, solutions, or cures, have chosen rather to share our pain and touch our wounds with a warm and tender hand. The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate not knowing, not curing, not healing and face with us the reality of our powerlessness, that is a friend who cares.”

― Henri J.M. Nouwen, Out of Solitude