and the really interesting thing is ...

that there are such parallels in many of the spiritual paths ...


this piece of wisdom is also demonstrated in different analogies & parables in Christianity


with the teaching of dieing to the selfish carnal ways inside


and being born again in the Spirit choosing good over evil


for we all have good and bad inside of us,


we just have to decide which force is going to win...

okay...where is everyone??? Oh well, I'll be back soon...


I am going to go out riding into the sunset by the river


and I'll leave a sample of the Great White North's very Best


over here on the hearth by the fireplace ///


let's see if anyone stops by


to get blazed while i am gone

i just love this quotation...

Oh thank you, Sister Nessa!

You are sooooo kind and generous!

I really enjoyed talking with you on the phone earlier today
& am honored to consider you to be MY friend and "sister"

Wishing you peace & love & light & life & God's Blessings ALWAYS.....!!

thank you sooo much and i wish the same for you definitely


You are a very great Lady & I wish You & your Man the best that life has to offer ...


it Was soo good to finally get to speak with you on the phone today...


It is an Honor to be your Friend & Sister May God Bless Both of You

Ithaca


When you set out on your journey to Ithaca,
pray that the road is long,

full of adventure, full of knowledge.

The Lestrygonians and the Cyclops,

the angry Poseidon -- do not fear them:

You will never find such as these on your path,

if your thoughts remain lofty, if a fine

emotion touches your spirit and your body.

The Lestrygonians and the Cyclops,

the fierce Poseidon you will never encounter,

if you do not carry them within your soul,

if your soul does not set them up before you.

Pray that the road is long.

That the summer mornings are many, when,

with such pleasure, with such joy

you will enter ports seen for the first time;

stop at Phoenician markets,

and purchase fine merchandise,

mother-of-pearl and coral, amber and ebony,

and sensual perfumes of all kinds,

as many sensual perfumes as you can;

visit many Egyptian cities,

to learn and learn from scholars.

Always keep Ithaca in your mind.

To arrive there is your ultimate goal.

But do not hurry the voyage at all.

It is better to let it last for many years;

and to anchor at the island when you are old,

rich with all you have gained on the way,

not expecting that Ithaca will offer you riches.

Ithaca has given you the beautiful voyage.

Without her you would have never set out on the road.

She has nothing more to give you.

And if you find her poor, Ithaca has not deceived you.

Wise as you have become, with so much experience,

you must already have understood what Ithacas mean.


Constantine P. Cavafy

hey there Karen....How's it going?


nice to see you ..love to You & Douglas



and not to forget Bubba & Little Doggie

Wow...Lee. that is awesome... thank you

Longings
Like the beautiful bodies of those who died before growing old,
sadly shut away in sumptuous mausoleum,
roses by the head, jasmine at the feet --
so appear the longings that have passed
without being satisfied, not one of them granted
a single night of pleasure, or one of its radiant mornings.

Constantine P. Cavafy

hows everyone today

Candles

Days to come stand in front of us,
like a row of burning candles -
golden, warm, and vivid candles.

Days past fall behind us,
a gloomy line of burnt-out candles;
the nearest are still smoking,
cold, melted, and bent.


I don't want to look at them: their shape saddens me,
and it saddens me to remember their original light.
I look ahead at my burning candles.


I don't want to turn, don't want to see, terrified,
how quickly that dark line gets longer,
how quickly one more dead candle joins another.

Constantine P. Cavafy

This is to me


The Satrapy

Too bad that, cut out as you are
for grand and noble acts,
this unfair fate of yours
never helps you out, always prevents your success;
that cheap habits get in your way,
pettiness, or indifference.
And how terrible the day you give in
(the day you let go and give in)
and take the road for Susa
to find King Artaxerxes,
who, propitiously, gives you a place at his court
and offers you satrapies and things like that -
things you don't want at all,
though, in despair, you accept them just the same.
You're longing for something else, aching for other things:
praise from the Demos and the Sophists,
that hard-won, that priceless acclaim -
the Agora, the Theatre, the Crowns of Laurel.
You can't get any of these from Artaxerxes,
you'll never find any of these in the satrapy,
and without them, what kind of life will you live?

Constantine P. Cavafy

Long Ago

I'd like to speak of this memory,
but it's so faded now -as though nothing's left-
because it was so long ago, in my adolescent years.

A skin as though of jasmine...
that August evening -was it August?-
I can still just recall the eyes: blue, I think they were...
Ah yes, blue: a sapphire blue.

Constantine P. Cavafy

oh My Goshhhh Michael...



Welcome Brother ...


Sorry I missed you Soldier for America




and as i look back...i JUST missed you by about 6 minutes


i don't know how i could have not seen your post


i must have logged off or gone to another thread when i left here


My Mother has been back in the hospital since Tuesday or Wednesday


and this is the first time I've been here since then



I was on a few other threads


but i evidentally did not see this one


i was so consumed with other things & topics


or i would have responded sooner than this

Wow.. That is heavy

that's very nice Lee... Thank you

it also reminds me of this song & poem about Memories

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eWlFaW04EUE


Simon and Garfunkel - Old Friends/Bookends Lyrics
Album:

Old Friends
Old Friends
Sat on their park bench like bookends
a newspaper blown through the grass
Falls on the round toes
Of the high shoes
Of the old friends

Old Friends
Winter companions, the old men
Lost in their overcoats
Waiting for the sunset
The sounds of the city sifting through trees
Settle like dust
On the shoulders of the old friends

Can you imagine us years from today
Sharing a park bench quietly?
How terribly strange to be seventy...

Old Friends
Memory brushes the same years
Silently sharing the same fear

(Musical Interlude)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W87eZyEbqRk&feature=related




Time it was
and what a time it was it was
A time of innocence
A time of confidences

Long ago it must be
I have a photograph
Preserve your memories
They're all that's left you

This is the 4:20 Clubhouse for sure


yet how many times have i actually been on time ?

Well, i am getting ready to be on time today


ready for 4:20 exactly


West Coast Time Zone that is


anybody else out there in Mingle Land ?