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 In the best of all possible worlds...
31 May 2003 @ 12:25, by sharie. Ideas, Creativity
In the best of all possible worlds...
no one lives in luxury
until everyone has nutritious food,
adequate clothing,
and a home where they are safe

In the best of all possible worlds...
no one would spend even one dollar to promote his image
while children starve to death
are bombed to death
and murdered

In the best of all possible worlds...
caring for the needs of innocent child would be the primary image everyone strives for

This is because
children are the ones who will one day care for the elderly

This is because
without caring for the children
you are sabotaging your own future

This is because
to provide for the needs of children
physically, emotionally, intellectually, spiritually, socially
will cause them to bloom into the most magnificent human beings possible

Provide for the children's needs
first and foremost
Encourage them, challenge them, sing and dance with them,
laugh with them, question them
and you will have the best of all possible worlds

 Reflets de Lune2 comments
picture10 May 2003 @ 05:49, by shawa. Ideas, Creativity
reflets de lune
nocturne ressac
courbée sous les ombres
de vibrante douleur
je connais la cause...  More >

 A Sharing10 comments
5 May 2003 @ 23:57, by newdawn. Ideas, Creativity
Yesterday, May 5, was my birthday. It was a beautiful still autumn day and my children prepared the table for the morning as we always do on special occassions such as birthdays, Easter and Christmas. Fresh flowers were secretly cut from the garden and placed in my favourite vase on the table.
Before breakfast presents were opened at the table and then we shared pastries my eldest went and bought from the bakery. And nobody was even late for school!
That evening we shared dinner prepared by the children.
Before I went to bed my daughter came in with a card she wanted me to have just from her. She has a wicked sense of humour and also great profoundness in her understanding of life. In it she wrote a most profound message that I would like to share.

Dear Mummy

Can you tell
If you are asleep or awake
Perhaps when you dream
You think in your head
That life is what you are living
Right now, this moment
Maybe, just maybe
You don't have to worry
Or wonder whether or not
Reality is in this life
Because, either way
You can create your own fate.


I am so grateful for having such a wonderful daughter...  More >

 This Morning's Muse2 comments
picture 26 Apr 2003 @ 06:40, by raypows. Ideas, Creativity
This is everything,
All there is,
A sapling on the mountain side,nursing from the soil,
Ancient Mother's arms.

Crisp steps I take in chilling mornings dawn,
Life, it courses as sun rays split the sky.

Not only in the air,
There is magic in my bones,
A faint glimmer of mysteries I have known before.

The Art and Music of Raymond Powers  More >

 The Glen1 comment
picture23 Apr 2003 @ 23:16, by nemue. Ideas, Creativity
The glen is alive you can feel the spirit,
The water nymph dances across water and sky,
The dragonfly hovers above the reeds,
and life is good.

The birds gather to share their thoughts,
The clouds in the sky are fluffy and white,
The deer graze on grass lush and green,
and life is good.

The fairy dell is ablaze with colour,
The flowers with faces smiling bright,
The bees sup until they fall to sleep,
and life is good.

The earth worms slither through growth thick and moist,
The insects chatter and scavenge for food,
The sun is shining and full of warmth,
and life is good.

The trees stand tall protecting the earth,
The rains gentle mist forms a gossamer veil,
The guardians of the earth are in their heaven,
and life is good  More >

 Postmodern-Modernist-Rap
17 Apr 2003 @ 02:50, by waalstraat. Ideas, Creativity
Post-Modern-Modernist Soliloquy...



Soliloquy: a dramatic monologue that gives the illusion of being a series of unspoken reflections...



Is this a Post Modern or Modernist rap?
Oh Gosh I am so Confused...

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 More About Spectragons
picture14 Apr 2003 @ 18:31, by spectragon. Ideas, Creativity
When I was a small boy growing up in a very rural area, I spent most of my free time deep in the wilderness, eagerly absorbing all nature had to show me. One summer day I spied a huge hornet's nest in a tree. I had never seen one half it's size before. As I stood in awe, I noticed large black hornets with white tails entering and leaving the nest. At that moment I decided I would return to that spot in the fall after the cold weather had killed all the hornets.

When that cold fall day arrived I returned to the nest and watched patiently until I was convinced that the hornets were gone, at least for the season. I climbed the tree, carefully removed the nest from the branch and brought it home. I placed it on my bed and began peeling back the exterior to reveal what the combs that were stacked like a wedding cake (the nest was upside down so the largest comb was at the bottom and smallest on top). Each comb presented a hexagonal array as the familiar "honey comb pattern" but instead of honey, each cell had a black shiney convex luster to it, almost like a jewel. No sooner did I make this observation than I also noticed movement in each cell, synchronous rotation. First slow then accelerating until the entire array was moving in a hypnotic frenzy. At about that time I realized that I was watching the tails of the hornets that were waking from their hibernation as a result of being it the warm house.

This realization dawned just as the hornets began to leave the combs and exact their revenge on me for having intruded on their turf.

At this juncture you are probably wondering if there is a point to this story. The point is that this particular adventure revealed to me that each of those hornets in the combs, face-down, were totally synchronized with eachother even though they obviously had no physical contact with eachother. As their tails rotated, each one pointed exactly in the same direction at the same instant. Intuitively, I knew at the time that nature possesses a mysterious mechanism that unites all of it's diverse elements in one great pattern that goes largely unseen by most of us most of the time.

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 The End and Beginning of the Whirld~ Musings~0 comments
picture 15 Mar 2003 @ 09:47, by jewel. Ideas, Creativity
An old fan of mine, a producer in LA, wrote to me the other day -- I hadn't heard from him in years.
Julie:

What do we do? You know what I'm talking about? Is there anything we can do?

Love,
A.S.
And this is what I wrote back, in the moment of the Question:

Winding down the trail of light with all our might is all we can do ~ for I am loosing you.. ~ ~ these words to an old love poem, and I keep writing them years later... The beat of my bleating heart beats on... The mad crescendo of minds and the global brain expands, or so we keep hoping it does--- whilst total annihilation prevails ecologically, socially, environmentally, transpersonally,emotionally, psychologically--- and how can we separate anything anymore.anyway, all the '--lys' ----- in all senses, using all senses... we are separate and we are crazy.

I don't know what to do. I am living in this strange place of taking care of a baby and 2 years of debt--- my book is not done and we are back in the US for a couple more months. Should be back in Somerset in May... I look at this world and long for the old world, long to live in a Georgian plantation or French farmhouse. Live the life of an ex-pat. Which I shall. But is it even possible anymore on this planet.. ???? Did you ever see 'Dark City'... I keep hoping/ wishing I am going to wake up. There are angels always always in the midst... and yet yet the gnashing gnawing truth of physical destruction and PAIN... flies up and bites us in the bumm time and time ohhh is there is there is there any any any more TIME? .... That is the question. What does it mean to act, to do, to think? We are all over-circuited and twilight zoned out.

I was in Las Vegas last weekend and marveled at the beauty of our Roman empire. So vast, so opulent, so brash and naive and now alas alas gone mad---or perhaps not mad at all, for that would be enlightenment. Perhaps gone hard and cold and compliant. All roads lead, all roads led, all roads, will they end, here in this empire's lunatic labyrinth laments oh laments for, for, for...... the adolescent lamenting for some IDEA of liberty and righteousness. The right--- do they really believe their logical argument? They seem so pragmatic and sound, and yet ---- where where where is the truth? The lies of the patriots. The propaganda. Almost beyond the Third Reich. War Criminals: Hussein, Malosovitch, Bush, Blair, Hitler, Thatcher, Reagan --- massacres hidden by people like Collin Powel in Vietnam... Old Sins, yes old old sins... they a have long long long SHADOWS. And this is the redemption hour. The far right and the far left both call it Armageddon. But turned on J. Cambell the other night and we know, the stories and the myths, they are all symbolic. The wheel the circle the eternal return, that is beyond the idea of the symbol the name the face... and yet look at this fantastic stage and the players keep repeating performances. ... The sense to talk back in the boxed cages that they perpetrate and proliferate... that is the goal. Can we defend and explain what is not a box ? The problem of going into multiple dimensions at once.

Yes indeed it seems like so very long my dear old producer friendd and only TV fan... that we shared and dreamed of a Lights of the Round Table hovering above us like a Grail on the Holy Mantle of our Breif Shining Moment of Grace Faith and Ideas of Light.... The idea of nobility just always flies in the face of our obsession with self righteousness. That is why the Lightworkers ended up disgusting me and thus I with myself. I fled to Avalon only to find Underworld Gods tear at my inspiration and yet ... somehow left me clean of the rhetoric. No more. Not here. Still want authentic --- still want whole --- still want pure cosmic spewing love lust power of the red sash.... and the Mari line to be restored.

But meanwhile it's --- it's the continual end and beginning of the world.

What do we do? The Gods only know. Gods perhaps, that's who we need. Some new ones. In fact.


 Playmates0 comments
picture
27 Feb 2003 @ 13:28, by jewel. Ideas, Creativity
Sometimes I forget all the joy around me,
The available 'support' that Life avails..

If we could just get out, over,
and beyond Our Selves -

Perhaps just over my shoulder,
Surfing the waves coming into
The Space where I am adrift...

Something, Someone Magical is
Splashing into our life!

 A Slave To His Destiny
26 Feb 2003 @ 12:54, by sindy. Ideas, Creativity
One morning a sixteen-year-old boy was kidnapped from his house by a band of knife-wielding thugs and taken to another country, there to be sold as a slave. The year was 401 AD.  More >



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