When the rabbit of chaos is pursued by the ferret of disorder through the fields of anarchy, it is time to hang your pants on the hook of darkness. Whether they’re clean or not.
One cannot always keep an adder in one’s breast to feed one, nor rise up every night to sow thorns in the garden of one’s soul.”
― Oscar Wilde, Complete Works of Oscar Wilde
Many a time a man’s mouth broke his nose.
foto ulmarra pub near grafton nsw australia
Up in old Port Wyndham
back in the early days
at tale is told about two men
who wouldn’t mend their ways
Adams hated Flinders
they were the town’s JPs
They’d love to lock each other up
then throw away the keys
One hot and dusty afternoon
while drinking in the pub
insults turned to punches
over some imagined snub
Out in to the street they went
with flailing legs and arms
The cops came down and locked them up
before they came to harm
Then in the morning sobered up
there was one fact to face
Each would sit in judgment
upon the others case
Well Adams was the first to sit
upon the others crime
The gavel fell, the judgment was
a mere five shilling fine
Then Flinders turn to sit arrived
He donned his wig and frowned
‘There’s too much of this thing about
the fine will be ten pounds’
We don’t how it went from there
or how the story ends
but one thing we can bet for sure
they’d never be good friends
Aug 2000 Brisbane
– Lyndon B. Johnson
That just flaps my wattles – when something annoys you
― Mae West
If you have ever chomped, chewed, gulped, or even smelt something that shocked or repulsed your senses – chilli, wasabi, lemon juice, stilton cheese, stinky tofu, spoiled food – doubtlessly you puckered up immediately.
In China that unsightly creased face embodies resentfulness.
“Do not resent your place in the story. Do not imagine yourself elsewhere. Do not close your eyes and picture a world without thorns, without shadows, without hawks. Change this world. Use your body like a tool meant to be used up, discarded, and replaced. Better every life you touch. We will reach the final chapter. When we have eyes that can stare into the sun, eyes that only squint for the Shenikah, then we will see laughing children pulling cobras by their tails, and hawks and rabbits playing tag.”
― N.D. Wilson, Notes from the Tilt-A-Whirl: Wide-Eyed Wonder in God’s Spoken World
“Yoga talks about cat-pose, dog-pose, camel-pose, monkey-pose, bird-pose etc. Why there are so many animal poses? Animals release their emotions and tensions by movements based on their body sensations. But our amygdala in the brain is carrying the “fight or flight response”; it has forgotten the art of releasing the tensions. As human beings, when we are aware about the sensations, we can release that by aware, slow movements. If you do not give movements to the body parts, energy will be stuck and blood circulation will be disturbed. Gradually, that creates chronic physical and mental health problems.”
― Amit Ray, Yoga and Vipassana: An Integrated Life Style
“I have absolutely no pleasure in the stimulants in which I sometimes so madly indulge. It has not been in the pursuit of pleasure that I have periled life and reputation and reason. It has been the desperate attempt to escape from torturing memories, from a sense of insupportable loneliness and a dread of some strange impending doom.”
Edgar Allan Poe
“Not to forgive is to be imprisoned by the past, by old grievances that do not permit life to proceed with new business. Not to forgive is to yield oneself to another’s control… to be locked into a sequence of act and response, of outrage and revenge, tit for tat, escalating always. The present is endlessly overwhelmed and devoured by the past. Forgiveness frees the forgiver. It extracts the forgiver from someone else’s nightmare.”
Lance Morrow, The Chief: A Memoir of Fathers and Sons
Now bury with the dead years conflicts dead
And with fresh days let all begin anew.
Why longer amid shrivelled leaf—drifts tread,
When buds are swelling, flower—sheaths peeping through?
Seen through the vista of the vanished years,
How trivial seem the struggle and the crown,
How vain past feuds, when reconciling tears
Course down the channel worn by vanished frown.
How few mean half the bitterness they speak!
Words more than feelings keep us still apart,
And, in the heat of passion or of pique,
The tongue is far more cruel than the heart.
Since love alone makes it worth while to live,
Let all be now forgiven, and forgive.
Alfred Austin 1835-1913
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IMPATIENCEWhen patience starts to wear too thin,Resentment rises to the skies;It often leads to social sin,And troubles in the home arise.When patience leaves, tempers will flare,Emotions will get out of hand;No middle ground will any share,No compromise will understand.Hostility will rule the roost,Each side feels fully justified;Hot words will serve to fire boost,With both the senses mystified.A cooling break must first occur,Ere calmer minds can then prevail; Unless the parties would preferTo let relationship just fail.Sol the Sage
foto – vines on the ulmarra septic tank 2010