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We cannot change anything until we accept it. Condemnation does not liberate, it oppresses. ::Carl Jung I saw this quote some time ago and I was like "Hmmm, yeah--makes sense." ... but not quite understanding the meaning, or maybe I did understand it but just as a theoretical axiom ... in my own personal history I have come to know this truth intimately ... the river of blame, anger and shame that drags us along when we live in a world of blame and victimization ... we're dragged into a vicious circle by a current of misdirected anger and fear that eventually comes to control our every action --- we become a prisoner and everything becomes suspect --we make it so ... it isn't until we accept our reality as it, we accept ourselves as we are and others as they are and understand their actions against us as the result of their nature and not as an attack against us--forgiveness, I see, comes with acceptance as well ... then we translate this knowledge to ourselves a...

The night has turned into memories In the darkness i conjure up your face The gestures, movements that make you The sound of your voice echoes And I realize the place I hold for you in my heart has grown Can it be so? Not time nor distance nor event Will change that

Do not dwell in the past, do not dream of the future, concentrate the mind on the present moment. ::Buddha A great quote but one that can be misleading ... yes, the past is the bridge we continuously walk on to reach the now ... and, indeed, we cannot dwell on the past ... but sometimes the past tints our lives with experiences that can turn our now into an arduous, repetitive cycle ... in the last few months I've learned that sometimes we have to revisit the past, with perspective of course, to understand where we are and take the turn we need to take--and only then shape the Now that can build a lasting future ... Do not dwell on the past ... I take it to mean that we should exorcise the dark experiences, not get stuck on those dark experiences but rather learn the lessons that come with them; and those lessons will allow us to move forward in a meaningful, edifying way--make for a present that can be fruitful -- some of us can manage the parallel experience and others may ...

Do not dwell in the past, do not dream of the future, concentrate the mind on the present moment. ::Buddha

yes, I remember--not the remember of things dates and events I remember the thoughts that interlaced, the presence that was felt the force and energy that even now flows I remember the images that popped into my head, the lascivious gesture the cuddled child, the attention grabber I remember the feelings that moved between us no need for words to understand ... I remember mostly that I felt more whole, that things made sense in a different way And I too remember that this state of understanding each other needed to move from the communication of energies to the reality of the body and everyday I remember and everyday my being hungers

"In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God." Words are singularly the most powerful force available to humanity. We can choose to use this force constructively with words of encouragement, or destructively using words of despair. Words have energy and power with the ability to help, to heal, to hinder, to hurt, to harm, to humiliate and to humble. :: Yehuda Berg yes, words are the most powerful force ... they are energy, and as such they bind, create, destroy ... but we have to be careful too--this is a two way force ... words are as much a creation of the one who utters and of the one who listens ... words are charged with meaning ... the words LOVE is widely accepted as meaning something beautiful and uplifting but there will be those for whom the word conjures up pain and despair ... so we must accept our responsibility with the power of words ... with what meaning do we choose to endow words? In terms of misunderstanding, there ...

Why wake me up, elusive energy, Why disturb my slumber- Why fill me with your sadness? If not intending to remain and bring me joys, Or the love my heart desires. Why then awaken me? Where is your happiness? Why bring me sadness and longings? Where is your love and joy Where has it gone? Why fill me with apprehensive fantasies, Why awaken my desires? Why can I feel you, seductive energy? I keep finding you in my dreams Yet awake you're nowhere to be found. In dreams we play at lovers Yet awake at strangers play!

don't pretend that nothing's wrong, the it's all cool face it, be brave to face yourself ask yourself all the hard questions. don't pretend that nothing's wrong don't feed the shamelessness of others whose smiles and wiles keep your heart asunder. don't pretend that nothing's wrong don't go on pretending that it means nothing it means the world if your heart can't rest. don't pretend that nothing's wrong. listen to your heart, let your heart speak the force that drives you knows the way. don't pretend that nothing's wrong. deny not yourself your heart's desires the answer you seek has already been spoken.

don't be angry don't be the fork in the road leads to where it needs to don't let go, don't it's worth the wait the distance is not of the heart.

no words to express the lack of something I can't quite put words to it it's feeling, but not a feeling a desire but not a desire the force that drives me fails me but I continue to forge ahead and play the game to be play along with satisfaction play to find meaning in a string of words play that the taste of food moves me play that the curves of a body awaken desires play to admire the colors of the sunset play to enjoy the waves, the sound of the ocean but it all feels like drinking when one is not thirsty yet a deep thirst remains.

algo se roba mi sueño una cara, una voz, un recuerdo algo se roba mi sueño un deseo, un arrepentimiento una imagen que me persigue es el pensamiento de todos los dias algo se roba mi sueño un sueño, una fantasía la energia ue va y viene la soledad de tu recuerdo tus ojos infinitos

is it the news again, the war in the faraway replaces the war in here or is it the latest lady gagagaga gig the fanciful tracing of a fantasy against the self the attraction to forget the self tracking the events out there but why not? we already know how we stack up and where we will end up. the everyday compromise for comfort for many, wishful hoping thinking wanting needing for others, the comfort of the low hanging fruit it's easy, it's here, grab it! forget the fear that holds you back change jobs, house, change cars, change cities even keep moving, moving until you reach change, fear conquered? OK yeah, no! but sure, stagnate in the repetition of feelings try the same pair of shoes that didn't fit the last few time maybe today your feet will have grown smaller or the shoes will have turned bigger, more comfortable! Insanity, someone once said, is doing the same thing over and over and over and expecting different results. But as it happens, I ...

I'm letting the night drag me along The ghostly echos take shape and form The heart strings a melancholy song Of days gone by, youthful lore The hours and days that have gone The love my heart and soul long for The dreams the mind casts forth

sometimes like today, the never of always when colors force their way into my consciousness time is not another question, the factotum of my nervous system the ganglia, synapse, electrodes, mitochondria the automatic currents that control my day the wherewithal of my senses the joy of a photograph, the taste of chocolate the endless manufacturing of word streams neurotransmissions interruptus the flow of neurons the body that is body yet the wind doesn't touch my skin and the sound of the ocean is mute the accidental understanding of electronic impulses and every spice is bland the transmigration to automaton all meaning is lost-- the spirit in a void, the force that moves my soul has silenced.

When we are no longer able to change a situation - we are challenged to change ourselves. :: Viktor E. Frankl It may be hard for an egg to turn into a bird: it would be a jolly sight harder for it to learn to fly while remaining an egg. We are like eggs at present. And you cannot go on indefinitely being just an ordinary, decent egg. We must be hatched or go bad. :: C. S. Lewis

"Since love grows within you, so beauty grows. For love is the beauty of the soul." ::Saint Augustine

Hi G. You may be dealing with feelings of loneliness and isolation this week. You may have a hard time seeing what's right in the world around you as you find yourself focusing on what's wrong. The Five of Cups is a difficult card. It can indicate a sense of feeling left out or left behind. You may feel like you're all alone in the world, like you haven't got a friend, or like you've been shut out by those you love. The Five of Cups can indicate a sense of loss or disillusionment. A betrayal. Feeling rejected or dismissed. This can be especially painful when it involves a relationship, and may even elicit feelings of anger or rage. So often we hold onto something that didn't make us happy in the first place. Perhaps it's because we're afraid to be alone. Or it may be because we've learned to associate love with pain, or because we've gotten used to being unhappy. The Five of Cups serves as a reminder of how much our attitudes can shap...

what's a dream in the currency of time? of what intrinsic value? the whos and whats and wheres are the yearnings of the mind. words exchanged by wandering spirits the lonely night that brings the dreams what's a dream in the accounts of a lifetime? the hopes that come and go, the desires that burn the wishful thought of hearts what's a dream without its counterpart reality but images that float in the night the soul that wanders high in low an echo that brings us in what's a dream but a dreamer wandering.

as a Satyr I'm cast forth into the darkness the wind echoing in the distance carries your voice I run through the forest following your essence; shadows wander all around and I'm lost to my senses I fight my way through a crowd of wood spirits as you fade in and out in a distance of clouds my instincts of Satyr, both human and beast, compel me to hunt you, make you my prey there's a force that carries me through the night I gallop through the dream to catch you the stars shining fly like leaves caught in the wind your gaze is mine; and it's your voice that wakes me.

Lost thoughts prolong the night Days become years in the ticking hours The heart beats against the darkness There's a longing it sings to A melody without harmony is heard in the shadows My syncopated rythm breaks the silence Notes of love weaving the shades There's an echo in the distance that guides my song

You are a living magnet. What you attract into your life is in harmony with your dominant thoughts. ::Brian Tracy

let's start start, start somewhere white or start on the memory of the color blue, the aroma of the wind that plays with the senses; the echo that reverberates in the night no need to start with a beginning--never traceable nor the projection of an end that never happens. the rainfall is a better marker, even a sleeping song I can't emphasize enough the need to use a sound to mark a turning point; the exploration of a shared thought can easily become the theme of the many characters that one may need to form remember there are as many drops with the falling rain. but I'm losing myself in these ruminations. It was the wind that started it all. the brighter twilight gave it shape and form and now I try to remember the sequence-- an impossibility.

A man has matured when he understands his dreams and his reality, his needs, his wants and his desires--only then can he experience HIS life.

Fascinating article on the dynamic of individuals who remain and even return to emotionally/psychologically and even physically abuse relationships ... the abuser often 'enlists' the support of family and friends by showing loving, supportive and doting behavior toward his mate in social events while in private he's manipulative and abusive. Both become adept at pretending everything is rosy; the abused will often live in a state of denial rather than face the truth. The classical battered women’s syndrome theory is best regarded as an offshoot of the theory of learned helplessness and not a mental illness that afflicts abused individuals. The theory of learned helplessness sought to account for the passive behavior subjects exhibited when placed in an uncontrollable environment. In the late 60’s and early 70’s, Martin Seligman, a famous researcher in the field of psychology, conducted a series of experiments in which dogs were placed in one of two types of cages. In t...

"That advice I gave you: use your head, be rational; don't let your heart lead you--a rule you should break. It allowed you to survive and it held you. But it's not about surviving anymore; it's about flourishing."

Stay with someone who reaches your soul; not with someone who just touches your body.

in dreams we wake the wandering mind the yearnings that haunt the wakeful hour in dreams we see the light of the heart the force that guides us through our journey in dreams we lose ourselves in wonder our soul takes hold of sight and sound in dreams, the visions of our destiny where we cradle our heart's desires.

"There are only 3 colors (red, yellow and blue), 10 digits and 7 notes; it's what we do with them that is important."

Creation axiom consequence paradigm Letters in words, the creative force Not everyone can create though all can destroy The smaller the mind, the greater the digression Intuition is our mirror to the soul The force that drives Love is the anchor in the storm The energy that binds Love can be halted, ignored, denied But not destroyed The heart the feeds on the aches of love Is the heart that beats to destroy -- The spirit that can't create, build or edify Will find a host to feed on just like a parasite.

it's 12, or 1 am or even 2 or 3 and we have once again looked for love in the less than fulfilling arms of a transient yet comfortable familiar nights feeling the warmth of a body that is not the one we desire yet we pretend, we ignore, we deny it's easier than loneliness or taking a chance at something real the never satiating palliative of the sexual act that leaves desiring the fleeting activities of the moment driving here, flying there-- the busy bee has no troubles woe to the lonely afternoons of tedium where we have to look at ourselves no magic pill to make it all away no dick or ass to help us forget then what? who do we face? do we go on pretending, hoping that this life will become happiness?

"The force that through the green fuse drives the flower Drives my green age; that blasts the roots of trees Is my destroyer. ... And I am dumb to tell the lover’s tomb How at my sheet goes the same crooked worm." ::Dylan Thomas A ray of sun carries the beauty of the world. The sound of the waves, the wind that echoes carry the love we seek, the love we build. There is no mystery in the shadows of the night only souls that seek each other beyond the senses.

Hi G***. You arrive at the path of being stuck at the crossroads... The Hanged Man represents the path of self-sacrifice and being at a crossroads. The Hanged man is not ready to let go of something, so he stays in self-sacrifice and enters a period of stagnation where nothing is gained or lost. Have you ever cheated someone, took something without asking and hung yourself by suffering the consequences of your actions? Did someone you really trusted hurt you, cheat you, or left you hanging without closure? Did you find yourself questioning your morals or the morals of others, asking yourself why your views and perceptions are so different from others? The Major Arcana Represents Major Life Lessons: If the Hanged Man comes out on the first card of your reading in the positive position, you need to bring a situation to a halt before you make a mistake and learn a new lesson. You need a temporary time in suspension to figure something out, or you need time in solitude to bring a...

how long does it take a man to learn from his mistakes and stop repeating destructive patterns? a year? 5 years? a decade? a lifetime? an existence?

We bury love; Forgetfulness grows over it like grass: That is a thing to weep for, not the dead. ::Alexander Smith

no es locura, no son unas palabras {nunca me confunden los sonidos menos el discurso de letras} aunque no distingo esa realidad con la del momento {sigue la luz encendida} no es un recuerdo tampoco {en realidad no me gusta esa palabra porque lo reduce todo a un polvo} es un sentimiento cuyas raíces conforman mis entrañas es una voz que se materializa en mi cuerpo en cada milímetro cuadrado de mi piel en cada nervio que me conecta a un más allá en cada reflejo que veo de mi cuerpo no es locura, no es la certidumbre que esta existencia tiene sólo este propósito {he ahí el pavor} aquel de cuidarte {en todo aspecto} sólo eso y nada más {bueno sí, tal vez es locura} que te encontraría {sería una conexión psíquica} que todo fue trazado, familia, tiempo, circunstancias para converger en un momento. {es locura}

what is the color of words? each sound casts an echo beyond our logic just like the nature of light, the light and shadows tangible only to the eyes every sound is tangible to the heart there words have volume, width and breadth how high they reach, beyond our stature how low, much lower than our roots. and words have value in the inventory of our emotions the word harmony costs the color blue plus the nostalgic depth of a gaze

tu aliento no es solo un recuerdo, es energía que hace vibrar mis sentidos, desatando en mi las cuerdas del deseo el eco de tu voz, inconfundible en mis sentidos, enciende fuegos en la memoria en la distancia de la memoria tu rostro, vivo en mis sentidos, despierta en mi ternuras desconocidas.

Yo te recuerdo en sueños y la vigilia De noche y de día Tal vez estés lejos, en otra tierra, otro continente Recuerdote en palabras, recuerdote en gestos Recuerdo tu intento a romper todo muro Recuerdote idear otro mundo seguro No entendí, no, tu ideado futuro

Sleepless now not the waking hour The entrenched in dreams of morrow The heart's silence scaring me The dullness of feeling The same drop of love dripping In some endless ocean Won't let me sleep in peace

there was a death not long ago there was a death mourners in gloom to celebrate silent verses germinating in their faces there was a death not long ago it was a longing, less regrets the multiplication of joy & sorrows in the hands of once upon there was a death not long ago a body sent to the hereafter too many small hearts holding memories the words that didn't save a life there was a death not long ago.

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Above all else, guard your heart, for everything you do flows from it. Proverbs 4:23 "If light is in your heart, you will find your way home." -- Rumi According to wikipedia, the heart "is a hollow muscular organ that pumps blood throughout the blood vessels to various parts of the body by repeated, rhythmic contractions. Beating at 72 beats per minute, will beat approximately 2.5 billion times during an average 66 year lifespan, and pumps approximately 4.7-5.7 litres of blood per minute. So it beats and pumps blood ... just an organ, perhaps the most critical to keeping the body alive and in check ... so why is is hat they associated with love ... I mean, there is "heartbreak" to indicate grief, disappointment, or the emotion felt after a romance ends ... or "broken hearted" to describe the intense emotion after the loss of a loved one ... so, I guess that is would be a good place for me to start ... yeah, just admit I am broken hearted ... ...

Awake again past hours of hours Seconds of minutes that tick away The hours drip and dribbling And my heart awake should go to sleep Spent in tiresome diatribe of silent regrets What does it matter now--Start again Let the dead bury their dead Is my favorite bible quote Because that's what it means when one walks Without love

Things pile up, they become part of the everyday We adjust to them, we make ever so slight changes To accommodate to their presence And before we know it, they acquire permanence in our lives, They become a need, a requirement ... The book we never read, a wire, the lost key, a pill box All these things take an existence, a life of their own And in the map of our life each gets a GPS point. So it is with feelings. They germinate, grow Become indispensable markers, They become the compass of our heart and mind. We plot our travels Following the road signs our feelings have erected. And then, of course, we hit the intersections Our connections to other hearts and minds-- Those guide the very essence of our days The turns and bends of all our nights. With them we complete our journey.

Just thinking about everything .. being single, for instance, not finding love or avoiding it--almost giving up on it at this point ... forgetting fantasies Ideally I need to find a sweet guy, a nice bottom guy, who is as sexual as I am so we can fuck all the time... A nice smart guy, preferably white, masculine body, nice ass who is OK regularly taking cock up his ass and yet can be spiritual and have a decent conversation ... just kind of animal like copulation with a spiritual/intellectual person -- basically like this: my cock gets hard , I go to him and penetrate him until I'm good .. of course, something we would both enjoy ... and yet at times also be loving, tender and romantic as well ... I need a sweet bottom who can do both things ... Is there such a man?

Words find their way into my subconscious Or should I say find their way out of ... Processing the industrial flavor or words The chromatic feel to their essence Their shiny sheen reverberating Rebelling against my inspiration. I find myself expressing The core deep need of my wanton voice The echoing blending of consonants Liberating vowels like a wandering Buddha The incessant pull of the search for meaning My life long gone into a love force The energy spent on the moment singing The tic toc tac of the passing hour Measured by how many moments I'm away from you

Hi G***. The Three of Pentacles represents being a team member and working together as a unit. You may be counting on others for an important project or situation in your life right now. Being of the Pentacles Suit, this matter is likely to revolve around money, financial matters or your work life. This card indicates that with combined efforts, teamwork, and a good understanding of the problem, success is just around the corner. Working together is the key to success for you right now. Everyone on your team must play an equal part. Be sure you are putting forth an equal amount of effort as well. As a general rule, this card represents a positive work environment and a working unit. This card reminds you to put forward your knowledge as well as your energy and effort. Speak up when you have an idea! Don't withold your expertise or understanding. Remember as the tribe grows, so do the individuals within. In a proper working unit, no one outshines the other. The downside to...

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People don't need to be saved or rescued. People need the knowledge of their own power and how to access it.

a word a sigh a gesture the wind that blows the light that glows the sound that fills the air the sky that inspires me to paint with words the moon that moves my heart the sun that burns my core the force that moves my blood, connects me to the universe it's more than words it's more than sounds my heart is trapped in an echo

"YOU WILL NOT EXPERIENCE ALL LIFE HAS TO OFFER YOU OR BEGIN TO EXPERIENCE LIFE AT ITS FULLEST AS LONG AS YOU ARE SATISFIED WITH MEDIOCRITY."

Not quite no--not almost yes the quote of the day is an echo what is there to say beyond the feelings that persist what is there to explore beyond the energy that connects what is there to analyze beyond the force that brought us together. It is true, we build walls mostly to keep our monsters in the sum of it is that we end up keeping beauty out. Somewhere I read today that "YOU WILL NOT EXPERIENCE ALL LIFE HAS TO OFFER YOU OR BEGIN TO EXPERIENCE LIFE AT ITS FULLEST AS LONG AS YOU ARE SATISFIED WITH MEDIOCRITY and I get it -- because life is about connections love and the like and the energy of the universe in us and the force that brings us together we accept that or live a half life not quite happy or unhappy not quite in love or loved not quiet fulfill but half content creating a life that is pretend happy to project in others a full life project love where there is none project happiness where there is none project fulfillment where there is non...