write things down sometimes - letters, words - hoping they will
serve us and those with whom we wish to communicate. Letters and
words, calling out for understanding.
this kind of fire starts, it is very hard to put out. The
tender bowels of innocence burn first, and the wind rises, and
then all goodness is in jeopardy.
The heart - it is a physical organ, we all
know. But how much more an emotional organ - this we also know.
Love, like blood, flows from the heart. Are blood and love related?
Does a heart pump blood as it pumps love? Is love the blood of
Sometimes when we see the eyes
- those horrible times when we see the eyes, eyes that ... that
have no soul - then we know a darkness, then we wonder: where
is the beauty? There is none if the eyes are soulless.
usually classified as a positive emotion, can bring good health
to our body, and spread positive vibrations into our environment.
Sometimes when we are ill, we are not on our best behavior. By
ill, I mean any of the following: physically ill, emotionally
ill, mentally ill, and/or spiritually ill.
Yes, look in the mirror. What
do you see? Is it a dream, or a nightmare? Are we being introduced
against our will? Are they mirrors?
- well, let's say all times - things are changing. We are judged
as human beings on how we treat our fellow human beings. How do
you treat your fellow human beings? At night, just before sleep,
as you lay by yourself in the dark, how do you feel about yourself?
Are you proud of your behavior? Are you ashamed of your behavior?
You know in your heart if you have hurt someone - you know. If
you have hurt someone, don't wait another day before making things
right. The world could break apart with sadness in the meantime.
A drunken man walks in a way that
is quite impossible for a sober man to imitate, and vice versa.
An evil man has a way, no matter how clever - to the trained eye,
his way will show itself.
Sometimes nature plays tricks on us and
we imagine we are something other than what we truly are. Is this
a key to life in general? Or the case of the two - headed schizophrenic?
Both heads thought the other was following itself. Finally, when
one head wasn't looking, the other shot the other right between
the eyes, and, of course, killed himself.
When I see a fire, I feel my anger
rising. This was not a friendly fire. This was not a forest fire.
It was a fire in the woods. This is all I am permitted to say.
There are clues everywhere - all around
us. But the puzzle maker is clever. The clues, although surrounding
us, are somehow mistaken for something else. And the something
else - the wrong interpretation of the clues - we call our world.
Our world is a magical smoke screen. How should we interpret the
happy song of the meadowlark, or the robust flavor of a wild strawberry?
Food is interesting. For instance,
why do we need to eat? Why are we never satisfied with just the
right amount of food to maintain good health and proper energy?
We always seem to want more and more. When eating too much, the
proper balance is disturbed and ill health follows. Of course,
eating to little food throws the balance off in the opposite direction
and there is the ill health coming at us again.
I carry a log - yes. Is it funny to you?
It is not to me. Behind all things are reasons. Reasons can even
explain the absurd. Do we have the time to learn the reasons behind
the human being's varied behavior? I think not. Some take the
time. Are they called detectives?
Yes, it is a dilemma. Is there
an answer? Of course there is: as a wise person said with a smile:
'The answer is within the question.'