Posts Tagged ‘love’


Not a black sheep.

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the problem w ur question is that u cant really answer it sufficiently without much more information. do we know what heaven is like? do u have experience of god? have you done anything extraordinary with your experience? fact is most people lead boring lives, y do u think evil is such a sellout in the morning news? people are “evil” bc they came into the world as sheep, following other senseless boring sheep – tempting eventually the wolves to eat them, whenever they stray to far from the “good” shepherd. wolves are not “evil” actually they are just doing what comes natural to them. the “good” shepherd is really a sheep who has learned to think like a wolf. of course there is also the wolf disguised as sheep…

what we consider “evil” is a necessary state of mind for us to consider alternative options. we are usually so comfortable at home, with all the amenities we presume that we only really need, until reality check hits us because it bounced. we dont know what real evil is until we go out and start exploring, evil is not just all the things that could go wrong, its also that tiny feeling that were missing the mark: were not getting anywhere with what were doing, were not satisfied w just success, and were not giving up unless stars come falling from the sky. we are determined to live our lives right, just like the way it was before, just like everybody else – determination therefore is evil. u chose ur unswerving path towards destruction…

well your question is not just about judeo-christian gods being impossible, the trick is to include at least enough of some of the other attributes of god in order to begin to understand him, because no attribute exists by itself. in fact god is plural, but from our perspective he is one. lets take a detour and talk about trees… why is it possible for trees to grow up strong and stout? it is most likely bc as they grow up they also grow down? u understand what it means to have a strong foundation? so much evil exists bc god is reaching down for support. its not that hard to visualize heaven as a mind field of faster than light instantaneous desire happening all at once, at current state of being would not be able to handle a fraction of such infinite pleasure bearing down on us, therefore god is also a preserving force protecting our characters from erosion by the ravages of time…

what would a tree wish for, that was harboring the fruit of the knowledge of good and evil? how about a tree of life? Or a fake plastic christmas tree? wouldnt you rather desire to be useful if you had the ability to think? What is your intellect good for if it did not have a purpose? the trees wish could be simpleminded, but secure: the present may not be able to solve the problems of the past, but steady progress can pave the way to a greener future. the three main believers for unity interpret the meaning of such progress in their own way: jews choose to learn, christians choose to love, and moslems choose to surrender. if you want one god then unity is ur piece of cake, u must carry at least one of those three qualities. if u want no god, except perhaps urself, but of course u will never want to call urself god then buddhist philosophy is the knowledge that provides the cake… i could go on about old school hinduism and many gods… or some standard atheist perspective of bypassing god by failing to define an acceptable god at all, which causes them to give themselves a pat in the back for proving that somehow their idea of god is unacceptable.

believing is only a matter of choosing, it seems like you have so many choices, that you might even end up w the worst possible choice if you so choose not to choose. in reality you are still just a limited thinking sheep, and u can never go beyond that fence, if the master sheep has ever built his fences right. your limitations are there to protect you so thtat you can have as much freedom as you want in as far as youre capable of freedom. dont get me wrong, i do believe in god, but as far as i can tell i have avoided discussing more important attributes. i think our primary task in this world is to discover how to become a master sheep, before moving on to the next sublevel of sheepdom. bible stories are just the garments in which the living word of god is garbed, if the bible were written in modern times then it would have modern clothes. but people forget the body is much more important, and more importantly the soul, but to be truly complete u must also know the mind… that is a quote from http://meetingtent.com in my own words.

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Changes (DVD)

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the lie was lame, but no one offered to help. so many sober people had passed him by, heard his please for help, and ignored him. but smart one had heard his heart from far away, the echoes to please the lie, so smart one hurried along his way. at first the lie had been afraid, why had so many people passed him by? was it bc so many people do not care? no, it couldn’t be, so after so many daze of enduring pain – the lie was ready to die…

just about noon as he was still too tired to give up, he felt the ground shake along with this loud thundering. he was just about to voice his reaction, but he was astonished at radiant sight. squinting as far as the lie could see: a bold figure with a shiny championship belt. the singular title S M A R T that was so brilliantly engraved on the wide buckle burned past the lie’s left eye, and into his brain. momentarily clouds blocked his agony, so temporarily blinded the lie realized, smart one had already begun a round with a question: are you ok?

the lie could only shrug. surprisingly, smart one follows through with a smack, in your face! smart one picks the lie up, if only to give him one more chance – are you ok? i am the lie, smart one cannot you see that i hurt, why did you smack me in the face? smart one responds by smacking him in the face and kicking his ass, i came to help but you are not ok, why should i help you? ok said the lie im ok now so smart one pls help me? ok? why are you so lame? i will carry you into the next town and care for you. and so, many good times passed as smart one tried to facilitate the lie’s not so quick recovery.

one day, feeling strong the lie thought he might not just lie around this day. so eventfully he found smart one sitting on a tree despondent. the lie asked smart one why sit there all alone? smart one sighs, after all the good times, i thought i had found ok but im afraid i made a mistake. the lie asks smart one, how so? smart one turns ever so slowly just so… to ask, well… it’s like this… are you really ok? the lie had finally got smart one cornered, so he smacks smart one directly, in your face! and he lays it all out straight – of course im not ok!

smart one retaliates, and smacks the lie to oblivion, in the first place – why did you pretend to be ok and waste all my time! the lie was so angry now, but he was all spent, so he asks smart one the only question that wouldve mattered ever since the beginning: why is it that u want ok so much? smart one was about to give the lie the killing blow, but smart one paused to reminesce… i think i want someone just like me, i had found him once, he calls himself ok. with such a revelation, the lie had found enough energy to smack smart one back… thinking back, smart one finally realized – hey you’re smart too!


Grown-ups are obsolete

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people in love

cage is your friend. lets just pretend that you are not a slave but a godsend. you are wild and expectant, an imagination pregnant with possibilities – you are surrounded by an incredible lightness of being. i want to grow old with you.

people indifferent

fade is your color mostly less. gray is just as gay as your meaningless monotone wife. you would like to have some action, but you life is full of suction – you are captured by an aura of heartless neglect. i dont want to grow mold with you.

people indignant

rage is your blind side. people can trample just like a bull and everything is red. everything alive and happy should be dead. it doesnt matter if you have a heartache or a heart attack – the madness must be fed. i cant stop scolding you.

people in danger

change is your saviour, make way for man of the hour! taste the rainbow before it turns sour. you open doors relievedly, no need to wait and forget about fate, innocence is sold – its time to die or be deadly. u dont have to say i told you…


Love for Arts

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you have to let go and leave the one you love

you have to surrender to the final moment…

true love does not fade or die but remains with you

in times of need…

you cannot justify the sacrifice

you cannot justify the cause…

only by giving your love away can you allow love

to find its way back to you…

love is wisdom, a discovery, a find…

you can never have less than you started with

but you can wastefully overflow…

therefore drink as much as you can of the fountain

do not keep your wishes to yourself…

believe, be free – to serve your master

only then will your actions grow.


Japanese "Fortune Tellers"

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Sometimes you will seek understanding
Under nooks and crannies, even under where
You might sometime find some thrills
Develop new skills by the power of will
But still you will not be satisfied, until
You have changed and it may come without
Understanding and it may come without warning
But it seldom comes without reasons. No doubt
Your situation can sometimes leave you without
A clue. Dont worry that sometimes you’ll
Be Blue. Just keep an eye on your blessings
The old and the new. Stay safe, Be free
Believe and you will see more seasons to come
More chances to make true your choice
And more of the best you missed the first time
Most of all, find your purpose
Live your dream and love your life because
Life is short and you can wear it
Bravely though Briefly

Happy Graduation!)


Wanted Poster

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…____…

The truth is…____
I ____… do not care
…____ If ever I meet…
____ My special someone…
____ If she doesnt show up…
____ I don’t care to find her…
____ If she’s not ready…____

I dont care to educate her
…____
…And…
But… then

…____…

Happens
____…
…I grow old
…No one to care for me
…I survive for that long
…Not knowing what it’s like
…to really love another
…____

If I ever get tired of surviving
…____ …____

If I ever get tired of loving life
…____ …____ …____

If I ever get tired of being senseless
…____ …____

I’ll get tired of being tired
…____

Still I choose to live my life another

…____…

…+++xxx###End!—>>>


Monty Python & the Quest for the Holy Grail

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Part 1: Sword in the Stone

The library was my favorite place in my small world. “Truth” was out there I was quite sure. I liked everything to be perfectly planned – the world seemed magical yet meticulous. I wanted my mysteries solved, I wanted magicians to break their code, I wanted 3 wishes to fulfill my desires. For every birthday candle blown, the burden of my ignorance increased, until I seemed like an atlas carrying a world or rather my big head on my shoulders. 

There came a time when the rumors of my quest for the perfect book converged into a singular moment of life changing magnitude. To my neverending embarrassment I made a rediscovery – not all books were right. I rebelled against my cause, by such time I had read as much as I can from Encyclopedias to Guiness World Book of Records, but the damage had been done. My aunt had recommended I keep a “diary” – too late. The very idea made me cringe from the very depths of my soul – “diaries are for girls!”

If I had not stumbled with my choices, I would not have such a big problem. Nevertheless stumble I did, and I found my weapon of “truth” not within books but between.

Part 2: Knights of the Round Table

I would not entirely give up on my addiction, i continued to slake my thirst with Mysteries of the Unknown and detective novels. Around 10, I had left my roots, to seek new grounds. It was a golden age of wonder and stagnation. By 15, the “truth” was no longer important, as I was exploring this totally shiny uncharted territory called “Love.”

My bestfriend of the time recommended writing letters so we could be penpals. Had I any idea what I was doing she could’ve been something more, but I let her go. I have to admit that everything I was to do from then on was colored by the frustration I felt at my inability to express my feelings.

I might have regretted that selfish moment, but generally I don’t regret my life and all the friends I made, especially the choices I stand for. I graduated to Fantasy and Science Fiction, having read JRR Tolkien and Frank Herbert the most.

Now I accept momentary books on improvement, instead of ultimate overhaul and change. I like to believe that personal “truth” is acceptable through “love.”

Part 3: Quest for the Holy Grail

on 911 “truth” came like a messenger, I found that life did not intend for me to be serious, you cannot “pursue” your dreams because it will remain a dream. You have to be able to enjoy being in order to become. “Funny” and “beauty” are actually synonyms for “truth” and “truth” is what you experience.

I cannot stop the onrush of thoughts by the impulse to write. Expression provides only momentary relief. Sometimes I just need to be with people though I want to be alone. Sometimes the noise of the crowd inspires me to be loud. Through writing I find my simple switch to “otherliness.”

As soon as I begin touch pen to paper – I write about anything and everything I could think of. I get rather exhausted if I think too much under a certain topic, therefore I want to avoid editing myself as much as possible. I feel that whatever crap I think of that makes it to the page does not deserve to be crossed out or crumpled to oblivion. I simply don’t bother rereading my old scratch that much for as long as it is not typed. Besides, the writing makes more sense for as long as you’re willing to work with nonsense when you have an end in mind.

Even if I run out of things to say, all I have to do is keep updating my “ends.” I begin with “truth,” I fail miserably in “love,” but I finish off with a “Purpose” then I start over again for as long as I’m able. Sometimes I don’t have to know the reason why, because it’s much quicker to stroll along than go with the flow of traffic for any patience inducing time.

I know my “purpose” for now is to reach a logical conclusion. There is a much bigger “PURPOSE” that is my reason for being, and that’s what I want to keep writing for.