Primary sad face clown
See the red bulbous nose,
A female pistil- EL
"The eyes can become illusory
but, reality remans the same."
2007/10/19
2007/10/13
Life In Meditation
Saturday- 10, 13 2007
Today, mankind must face many scenarios as he struggles to survive. He has been surrounded by unwanted squabbling.
Bombarded with daily stress, strain and disdain, he feels fatigued. He has to flip-flop with many decisions to find a workable solution. Through it all he is glad to enjoy lunch.
In his area of multi-tasking, he needs more than two arms, possibly the eight arms of an Octopus would do just fine for this scenario. However, man does manage to get by. He battles with adversity, stress and disdain but in the arms of death, is the end of life.
Today, mankind must face many scenarios as he struggles to survive. He has been surrounded by unwanted squabbling.
Bombarded with daily stress, strain and disdain, he feels fatigued. He has to flip-flop with many decisions to find a workable solution. Through it all he is glad to enjoy lunch.
In his area of multi-tasking, he needs more than two arms, possibly the eight arms of an Octopus would do just fine for this scenario. However, man does manage to get by. He battles with adversity, stress and disdain but in the arms of death, is the end of life.
2007/10/04
Terrestrial Peace
Thursday- October 4, 2007
Curled on the Davenport reading a classic novel, my mind left the printed page to traipse with the weather.
Lying quietly, I listened to the pita-pata of musical raindrops against the glass window.
Outside the slate, sky canopy rumbled, as the lightning flickered like a candle wick. The Sun hid behind cumulonimbus cloud in silhouette.
Quite impressive was seeing the gleam of water beads. They sparkled like crystal, along the blades of green grass. My eyes had witnessed a mesmerizing sight. The beautification of God's terrestrial peace. I rejoiced with palm touching palm in glory.
Curled on the Davenport reading a classic novel, my mind left the printed page to traipse with the weather.
Lying quietly, I listened to the pita-pata of musical raindrops against the glass window.
Outside the slate, sky canopy rumbled, as the lightning flickered like a candle wick. The Sun hid behind cumulonimbus cloud in silhouette.
Quite impressive was seeing the gleam of water beads. They sparkled like crystal, along the blades of green grass. My eyes had witnessed a mesmerizing sight. The beautification of God's terrestrial peace. I rejoiced with palm touching palm in glory.
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