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THIS WORLD BUT ONCE,
THEREFORE
IF THERE BE ANY KINDNESS
I CAN SHOW
OR ANY GOOD THING
I CAN DO
LET ME DO IT NOW.
LET ME NOT DEFER IT
OR REGRET IT
FOR I SHALL NOT
PASS THIS WAY AGAIN.
- The Prophecy of -
The Native American Hopi People
- Georgia O'Keeffe -
No one has ever lived our lives before us.
This moment we are in a space and time
that have never been traveled.
Many past events prepared us for this moment,
and we may often feel as though we were following a track
that has been laid out for us;
but at other times we feel as though
we were strapped to the nose of a rocket,
plunging through space where no one has ever been.
Then, at times (and we wish they were less rare),
we become one with our path,
immersed in our lives unquestioningly.
This is the condition we prefer;
when the river that leads us through life simply flows.
I will endeavor to accept my life;
it is taking me where I need to go.
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads onto way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood,
and I...
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
- Robert Frost -
- Ancient Chinese Saying -
There will be something solid for you to stand upon,
or
You will be taught how to fly.
- Dr. Patrick Overton -
But a bird that stalks down his narrow cage
can seldom see through his bars of rage
his wings are clipped and his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing.
The caged bird sings with a fearful trill
of things unknown but longed for still
and his tune is heard on the distant hill
for the caged bird sings of freedom.
The free bird thinks of another breeze
and the tradewinds soft through the sighing trees
and the fat worms waiting on dawn-bright lawn
and he names the sky his own.
But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams
his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
his wings are clipped and his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing.
The caged bird sings with a fearful trill
of things unknown but longed for still
and his tune is heard on the distant hill
for the caged bird sings of freedom.
MORE THAN OTHERS THINK IS WISE -
RISK
MORE THAN OTHERS THINK IS SAFE -
DREAM
MORE THAN OTHERS THINK IS PRACTICAL -
EXPECT
MORE THAN OTHERS THINK IS POSSIBLE !!
All movement is to invisible music
although few people hear it.
It comes from the sun and the wind
and the movement of water
and a running rabbit and a crowing cock,
and together it is a part of a great symphony.
The longer we listen and the quieter we are,
the more we hear;
and when we do hear, we are part of the music
instead of an unwelcome interruption.
'WE ARE PART OF THE MUSIC'
- Walter Anderson -
THOUGHTS TO MY CHILDREN
- By Coleman Wheeler -
Written to my children on the 4th of July, 1989
following the Tiananmen Square Massacre
- in Beijing, China -
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On this Fourth of July the question to ponder
What is best for our children to know and to learn
We know in our hearts what is right and correct
For the freedom of man in a world on the brink
The answer lies not in nation or color of skin
Though hopes be extinguished by others unknowing
LOVE, DAD
Is the freedom of man to live, not to squander.
Does freedom encompass the limitless stretch
To hurt and to kill, to hate and suppress?
From China to home - is to love not to burn.
To seek a new world with pride in all peoples
Through love and respect - we're created as equals.
To sow peace and not hatred - no matter effect.
Begin with yourself - practice not preach
Begin with your life, reachout and repeat.
of destruction or peace, depends on us each.
tradition, or flag, or our origin.
But treating of others as we would be treated
not stifle the flame, not selfish, conceited.
By cause and effect our future is growing.
By joy of loving allow all men their being
To strive for their rights, to flow with their feelings
Of goodwill to all, with kindness unmeasured.
The answer is something for mankind to treasure.
THERE ARE THREE KINDS OF LOVE:
The SELFISH LOVE is the Lowest kind.
It only looks toward its own Happiness,
no matter whether the beloved suffers weal or woe.
In MUTUAL LOVE, the lover
not only wants the Happiness of his/her beloved,
but has an eye toward his/her own happiness also.
It is Middling.
The UNSELFISH LOVE is of the Highest Kind.
- Ramakrishna (1836-1886) -
The lover only minds the Welfare of his/her beloved
& does not care for his/her own sufferings.
Faith, Hope, & Love...
- The Bible -
But the Greatest of These...
is LOVE.
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