SIMPLE SOULUTION
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DO NOT LIVE YESTERDAY TODAY
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7:42 AM-12/4/18
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DO NOT LIVE YESTERDAY TODAY
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7:42 AM-12/4/18
One instant is eternity:
Eternity is the now.''
~ Wumen Huikai
https://somathread.ning.com/
Eternity is the now.''
~ Wumen Huikai
https://somathread.ning.com/
Therefore, be a lamp unto yourself,
be a refuge to yourself.
be a refuge to yourself.
Take yourself to no external refuge.
Hold fast to the Truth as a lamp;
hold fast to the Truth as a refuge.
hold fast to the Truth as a refuge.
Look not for a refuge in anyone beside yourself.
And those, who shall be a lamp unto themselves, ...
...who take themselves to no external refuge,...
...who take themselves to no external refuge,...
... but holding fast to the Truth as their lamp,,,,
... and holding fast to the Truth as their refuge,...
...shall not look for refuge to anyone beside themselves,
it is they who shall reach the highest goal.
~ Mahaparinibbana Sutta
https://somathread.ning.com/
it is they who shall reach the highest goal.
~ Mahaparinibbana Sutta
https://somathread.ning.com/
There are certain emotions in your body
that not even your best friend can sympathize with,
but you will find the right film or the right book,
and it will understand you.
― Bjork
https://somathread.ning.com/
that not even your best friend can sympathize with,
but you will find the right film or the right book,
and it will understand you.
― Bjork
https://somathread.ning.com/
The desire to know your own soul will end all other desires.
Rumi
https://somathread.ning.com/
Rumi
https://somathread.ning.com/
AFTERNOON
My Ancestry DNA Results ~ Fred LaMotte
My Ancestry DNA results came in.
Just as I suspected, my great great grandfather
was a monarch butterfly.
Much of who I am is still wriggling under a stone.
I am part larva, but part hummingbird too.
My Ancestry DNA results came in.
Just as I suspected, my great great grandfather
was a monarch butterfly.
Much of who I am is still wriggling under a stone.
I am part larva, but part hummingbird too.
There is dinosaur tar in my bone marrow.
My golden hair sprang out of a meadow in Palestine.
Genghis Khan is my fourth cousin,
but I didn't get his dimples.
My loins are loaded with banyan seeds from Sri Lanka,
but I descended from Ravanna, not Ram.
My golden hair sprang out of a meadow in Palestine.
Genghis Khan is my fourth cousin,
but I didn't get his dimples.
My loins are loaded with banyan seeds from Sri Lanka,
but I descended from Ravanna, not Ram.
My uncle is a mastodon.
There are traces of white people in my saliva.
3.7 billion years ago I swirled in golden dust,
dreaming of a planet overgrown with lingams and yonis.
There are traces of white people in my saliva.
3.7 billion years ago I swirled in golden dust,
dreaming of a planet overgrown with lingams and yonis.
More recently, say 60,000 B.C.
I walked on hairy paws across a land bridge
joining Sweden to Botswana.
I am the bastard of the sun and moon.
I can no longer hide my heritage of raindrops and cougar scat.
I walked on hairy paws across a land bridge
joining Sweden to Botswana.
I am the bastard of the sun and moon.
I can no longer hide my heritage of raindrops and cougar scat.
I am made of your grandmother's tears.
You conquered rival tribesmen of your own color,
chained them together, marched them naked to the coast,
and sold them to colonials from Savannah.
You conquered rival tribesmen of your own color,
chained them together, marched them naked to the coast,
and sold them to colonials from Savannah.
I was that brother you sold, I was the slave trader,
I was the chain.
Admit it, you have wings, vast and golden,
like mine, like mine.
I was the chain.
Admit it, you have wings, vast and golden,
like mine, like mine.
You have sweat, black and salty,
like mine, like mine.
You have secrets silently singing in your blood,
like mine, like mine.
like mine, like mine.
You have secrets silently singing in your blood,
like mine, like mine.
Don't pretend that earth is not one family.
Don't pretend we never hung from the same branch.
Don't pretend we don't ripen on each other's breath.
Don't pretend we didn't come here to forgive.
Fred LaMotte
https://somathread.ning.com/groups/poems/forum/my-ancestry-dna-results-fred-lamotte
Fred LaMotte
https://somathread.ning.com/groups/poems/forum/my-ancestry-dna-results-fred-lamotte
FEATHERFALL - Laurens van der Post
Featherfall
But then it was suddenly as if a voice within him was commanding him to look up at the forbidden summit and as he did so he saw,
in the light of one of the greatest of mythological African sunsets,
a pure white feather fluttering down from on high towards him.
He put out his hand and grasped the feather and,
they who told me the story said,
he died content.
When I asked them what the name of this great white bird was, they told me:
'The bird has many names but we believe it was the Bird of Truth.'
A story told to Sir Laurens van der Post by the African Bushmen....
and much more here:
http://home.earthlink.net/~hipbone/IDTWeb/LvdPReq.html
An excellent sampler of Laurens van der Post writings is named
FEATHERFALL: An Anthology
The essence of a lifetime of writing from one of the nineteenth centuries most respected figures. Contemporary and friend of C. G. Jung this man's writing reflects far-ranging ideas and extraordinary experiences
http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/1595439.Feather_Fall
But then it was suddenly as if a voice within him was commanding him to look up at the forbidden summit and as he did so he saw,
in the light of one of the greatest of mythological African sunsets,
a pure white feather fluttering down from on high towards him.
He put out his hand and grasped the feather and,
they who told me the story said,
he died content.
When I asked them what the name of this great white bird was, they told me:
'The bird has many names but we believe it was the Bird of Truth.'
A story told to Sir Laurens van der Post by the African Bushmen....
and much more here:
http://home.earthlink.net/~hipbone/IDTWeb/LvdPReq.html
An excellent sampler of Laurens van der Post writings is named
FEATHERFALL: An Anthology
The essence of a lifetime of writing from one of the nineteenth centuries most respected figures. Contemporary and friend of C. G. Jung this man's writing reflects far-ranging ideas and extraordinary experiences
http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/1595439.Feather_Fall
It is a law of life that you should fight for life
truthfully and honourably as long as you can,
and that you as the individual cannot decide to abandon life
- that is a thing which is left to God
and therefore we had to do everything we could
to go on living.
The only weapon we had
- because we were completely helpless -
was to live truthfully and not to allow the madness
which surrounded us to distort our vision of the truth.
I could have been wrong at any moment,
but I felt that as long as we lived truthfully we had a chance for survival.
And the proof is that we did survive.
from
A Walk with a White Bushman
Laurens van der Post
truthfully and honourably as long as you can,
and that you as the individual cannot decide to abandon life
- that is a thing which is left to God
and therefore we had to do everything we could
to go on living.
The only weapon we had
- because we were completely helpless -
was to live truthfully and not to allow the madness
which surrounded us to distort our vision of the truth.
I could have been wrong at any moment,
but I felt that as long as we lived truthfully we had a chance for survival.
And the proof is that we did survive.
from
A Walk with a White Bushman
Laurens van der Post
When your chest is free of your limiting ego,
Then you will see the ageless Beloved.
You can not see yourself without a mirror;
Look at the Beloved, He is the brightest mirror.
Rumi
Then you will see the ageless Beloved.
You can not see yourself without a mirror;
Look at the Beloved, He is the brightest mirror.
Rumi
Your love lifts my soul from the body to the sky
And you lift me up out of the two worlds.
I want your sun to reach my raindrops,
So your heat can raise my soul upward like a cloud.
Rumi
And you lift me up out of the two worlds.
I want your sun to reach my raindrops,
So your heat can raise my soul upward like a cloud.
Rumi
Eye of God - Single Vision
Extraordiinary Experiences AND Photos this afternon
See Read More below
for full quotes
&
Most all afternoon photos in slideshows in order experienced.
Therefore, be a lamp unto yourself,
be a refuge to yourself.
Take yourself to no external refuge.
Hold fast to the Truth as a lamp;
hold fast to the Truth as a refuge.
Look not for a refuge in anyone beside yourself.
And those, who shall be a lamp unto themselves,
who take themselves to no external refuge,
but holding fast to the Truth as their lamp,
and holding fast to the Truth as their refuge,
shall not look for refuge to anyone beside themselves,
it is they who shall reach the highest goal.
~ Mahaparinibbana Sutta
https://somathread.ning.com/
be a refuge to yourself.
Take yourself to no external refuge.
Hold fast to the Truth as a lamp;
hold fast to the Truth as a refuge.
Look not for a refuge in anyone beside yourself.
And those, who shall be a lamp unto themselves,
who take themselves to no external refuge,
but holding fast to the Truth as their lamp,
and holding fast to the Truth as their refuge,
shall not look for refuge to anyone beside themselves,
it is they who shall reach the highest goal.
~ Mahaparinibbana Sutta
https://somathread.ning.com/
My Ancestry DNA Results ~ Fred LaMotte
My Ancestry DNA results came in.
Just as I suspected, my great great grandfather
was a monarch butterfly.
Much of who I am is still wriggling under a stone.
I am part larva, but part hummingbird too.
There is dinosaur tar in my bone marrow.
My golden hair sprang out of a meadow in Palestine.
Genghis Khan is my fourth cousin,
but I didn't get his dimples.
My loins are loaded with banyan seeds from Sri Lanka,
but I descended from Ravanna, not Ram.
My uncle is a mastodon.
There are traces of white people in my saliva.
3.7 billion years ago I swirled in golden dust,
dreaming of a planet overgrown with lingams and yonis.
More recently, say 60,000 B.C.
I walked on hairy paws across a land bridge
joining Sweden to Botswana.
I am the bastard of the sun and moon.
I can no longer hide my heritage of raindrops and cougar scat.
I am made of your grandmother's tears.
You conquered rival tribesmen of your own color,
chained them together, marched them naked to the coast,
and sold them to colonials from Savannah.
I was that brother you sold, I was the slave trader,
I was the chain.
Admit it, you have wings, vast and golden,
like mine, like mine.
You have sweat, black and salty,
like mine, like mine.
You have secrets silently singing in your blood,
like mine, like mine.
Don't pretend that earth is not one family.
Don't pretend we never hung from the same branch.
Don't pretend we don't ripen on each other's breath.
Don't pretend we didn't come here to forgive.
Fred LaMotte
https://somathread.ning.com/groups/poems/forum/my-ancestry-dna-results-fred-lamotte
My Ancestry DNA results came in.
Just as I suspected, my great great grandfather
was a monarch butterfly.
Much of who I am is still wriggling under a stone.
I am part larva, but part hummingbird too.
There is dinosaur tar in my bone marrow.
My golden hair sprang out of a meadow in Palestine.
Genghis Khan is my fourth cousin,
but I didn't get his dimples.
My loins are loaded with banyan seeds from Sri Lanka,
but I descended from Ravanna, not Ram.
My uncle is a mastodon.
There are traces of white people in my saliva.
3.7 billion years ago I swirled in golden dust,
dreaming of a planet overgrown with lingams and yonis.
More recently, say 60,000 B.C.
I walked on hairy paws across a land bridge
joining Sweden to Botswana.
I am the bastard of the sun and moon.
I can no longer hide my heritage of raindrops and cougar scat.
I am made of your grandmother's tears.
You conquered rival tribesmen of your own color,
chained them together, marched them naked to the coast,
and sold them to colonials from Savannah.
I was that brother you sold, I was the slave trader,
I was the chain.
Admit it, you have wings, vast and golden,
like mine, like mine.
You have sweat, black and salty,
like mine, like mine.
You have secrets silently singing in your blood,
like mine, like mine.
Don't pretend that earth is not one family.
Don't pretend we never hung from the same branch.
Don't pretend we don't ripen on each other's breath.
Don't pretend we didn't come here to forgive.
Fred LaMotte
https://somathread.ning.com/groups/poems/forum/my-ancestry-dna-results-fred-lamotte
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