Category Archives: LIFE

“Trouble has a habit of finding me.”

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I '11 example you with thievery : 
The sun's a thief, and with his great attraction 
Robs 'the vast sea ; the moon 's an arrant thief, 
And her pale fire she snatches from the sun ; 
The sea 's a thief, whose liquid surge resolves 
The moon into salt tears ; the earth 's a thief, 
That feeds and breeds by a composture stolen 
From general excrement : each thing 's a thief. 

Life's uncertain voyage

“The inauspiciousness of the owl is nothing but the inauspiciousness of the man who thinks that owl is inauspicious!” ― Mehmet Murat ildan

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The Owls

The owls that roost in the black yew
Along one limb in solemn state,
And with a red eye look you through,
Are eastern gods; they meditate.

No feather stirs on them, not one,
Until that melancholy hour
When night, supplanting the weak sun,
Resumes her interrupted power.

Their attitude instructs the wise
To shun all action, all surprise.
Suppose there passed a lovely face, —

Who even longs to follow it,
Must feel for ever the disgrace
Of having all but moved a bit.

— Edna St. Vincent Millay, Flowers of Evil (NY: Harper and Brothers, 1936)

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“How ridiculous and how strange to be surprised at anything which happens in life” ― Marcus Aurelius, Meditations

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“One of the most beneficial and valuable gifts we can give to ourselves in this life: is allowing ourselves to be surprised! It is okay if life surprises you. Its a good thing!”
― C. JoyBell C.

“Life-ahead is timeless fortune.” ― Lailah Gifty Akita

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A Gypsy (Fortune Teller) By Meena Mustafa – Poem by Meena Mustafa

A room I entered of fortune and dreams

A mystic world, now it seems

Hoping to find answers, I followed my heart

A gypsy woman to read my stars

She lay before me some scattered bones

And talked about ruins and magic stones

Then she gazed into the crystal ball

Getting some answers to her call

A vision of a dream, started to form

Shaping into reality as she performed

‘Teller of fortune, holder of hearts’

‘Tell me what lies beneath the cards’

She got some answers as mystery unfolds

Fear not for I see your heart is of gold

Good days are ahead so just behold!

You will find answers that I was told

The sky is your fortune; you’ll find your way

Forget your sorrows and dream each day

Smell the flowers that bloom in the fields

So many broken hearts have healed

So fear no more and open up your heart

To a new beginning all from the start.

Meena Mustafa

Never travel far without a rope! And one that is long and strong and light. it may be a help in many needs. -J.R.R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings

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I am at the ship’s prow. I am no longer the suicide with her raft and paddle. Herr Doktor! I’ll no longer die to spite you, you wallowing seasick grounded man.

Anne Sexton (1928-1974), U.S. poet. “The Doctor of the Heart.”

If I had my life to live over, I’d have fewer meetings and more rendezvous. ~Robert Brault,

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I have a rendezvous with Life,
In days I hope will come,
Ere youth has sped, and strength of mind,
Ere voices sweet grow dumb.
I have a rendezvous with Life,
When Spring’s first heralds hum.
Sure some would cry it’s better far
To crown their days with sleep
Than face the road, the wind and rain,
To heed the calling deep.
Though wet nor blow nor space I fear,
Yet fear I deeply, too,
Lest Death should meet and claim me ere
I keep Life’s rendezvous.

Countee Cullen

“Sorrow looks back, Worry looks around, Faith looks up” ― Ralph Waldo Emerson

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“I find it best to worry about the little things. Things that can be helped by being worried about. Such as the making of clam chowder, coffee. The bigger stuff, well, you have to handle that as it faces you.”

― Terry Pratchett, The Long Earth

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Life is like a very short visit to a toy shop between birth and death. Desmond Morris

I knew I was an unwanted baby when I saw that my bath toys were a toaster and a radio.   Joan Rivers1 1 1 1 oldchinatownbook00gent_0049

The Queenslander (Brisbane, Qld. : 1866 – 1939), Saturday 27 June 1891,

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The World’s News (Sydney, NSW : 1901 – 1955), Saturday 23 February 1924,

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A false witness will not go unpunished, and he who breathes out lies will not escape. Proverbs 19:5

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“I’m simply saying that there is a way to be sane. I’m saying that you can get rid of all this insanity created by the past in you. Just by being a simple witness of your thought processes.

It is simply sitting silently, witnessing the thoughts, passing before you. Just witnessing, not interfering not even judging, because the moment you judge you have lost the pure witness. The moment you say “this is good, this is bad,” you have already jumped onto the thought process.

It takes a little time to create a gap between the witness and the mind. Once the gap is there, you are in for a great surprise, that you are not the mind, that you are the witness, a watcher.

And this process of watching is the very alchemy of real religion. Because as you become more and more deeply rooted in witnessing, thoughts start disappearing. You are, but the mind is utterly empty.

That’s the moment of enlightenment. That is the moment that you become for the first time an unconditioned, sane, really free human being.”

― Osho

Do you not know that a man is not dead while his name is still spoken?” ― Terry Pratchett, Going Postal

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The Sydney Morning Herald (NSW - 1842 - 1954), Saturday 13 February 1926

 

MORTAL TO IMMORTAL
The morning spits up the sun
Below my bed my lips peels
Yo our childs Hullabaloo over
Keeping our first abo culture good
Clean shaven back lands
And we sunstruck by a colourless talk by Americanos
The afternoon spits up the starred night
Below my head lays eyes looking
At the noses arse-end of this world
A first fella said I want to be oblivious
‘what for?’ cos midday squinting toward
a trespassive on Murri land
Rumour field the house of every Peoples Spirits of;
‘how come a sickle moon kisses earth and found out what heart’
Toned cry sitting love makes
So fuck love for yesterdays dump
So lullaby away dreams that don’t come true
Those Murri skills remain are
Future clumsy flinch with business
Those Murri hobnailed on naming
Each other cabs calm in drawer for a bit of money
The rituals gentle Murri sorcery
Gives ancient weathered faces
Stout to taut the looter?
Awake now readers and seed basic
Eternal life humble shipped out
Of man’s sorrow affairs
Murri old commanded us us
Murri young commanded us us
The morning wings me to supreme sacrifice
According to the perished
© 2010, Lionel Fogarty

Do not yell “dinner” until your knife is in the loaf.

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In truth a family is what you make it. It is made strong, not by number of heads counted at the dinner table, but by the rituals you help family members create, by the memories you share, by the commitment of time, caring, and love you show to one another, and by the hopes for the future you have as individuals and as a unit.

MARGE KENNEDY, The Single Parent Family

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“Truth is like the sun. You can shut it out for a time, but it ain’t going away.” ― Elvis Presley

CLARA AND SAF AT BLACK BEAR

 

 

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“The people are immensely likeable— cheerful, extrovert, quick-witted, and unfailingly obliging. Their cities are safe and clean and nearly always built on water. They have a society that is prosperous, well ordered, and instinctively egalitarian. The food is excellent. The beer is cold. The sun nearly always shines. There is coffee on every corner. Life doesn’t get much better than this.” 

― Bill Bryson, In a Sunburned Country

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LEE EMMETT

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“I? I am the wind,’ said Thowra. ‘I come, I pass, and I am gone.’ The strange feathers moved up and down, the strange voice said tartly: ‘And are your sons the same?’ ‘My son is the lightning that strikes through the black night. My grandson is light that pierces the dark sky at dawning.’ ‘Ah,’ said the first emu, ‘and we know your daughter is the snow that falls softly from above and clothes the world in white. You want but the rainbow — that is and was and never will be, and is yet the promise of life — and the glittering ice which is there and is gone: then you and your family will possess all magic.” 

― Elyne Mitchell, Silver Brumby Kingdom