Is the souls recognition
of it's counterpart in another.
AoML2Y4eva
Sunday, December 20, 2009
I Stopped...
at the end of the airport road
by that field of mustard
the same place we first stopped
just one short week ago
I stopped
and looked
and thought
and imagined
I imagined that we were
starting the whole week again
what a nice thought
by that field of mustard
the same place we first stopped
just one short week ago
I stopped
and looked
and thought
and imagined
I imagined that we were
starting the whole week again
what a nice thought
Saturday, December 19, 2009
I've got....
Friday, December 18, 2009
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
Skies might be gray....
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
Through it ALL
it all...through it all..
.I've learned to trust in Jesus,
I've learned to trust in God.
Through it all...through it all...
I've learned to depend upon His word."
AoML2U4eva
.I've learned to trust in Jesus,
I've learned to trust in God.
Through it all...through it all...
I've learned to depend upon His word."
AoML2U4eva
Sunday, December 13, 2009
Is it YOU or is it ME?
You or ME
it is your/my thoughts
your/my creativity
your/my sensitivity and loves
it is your/my passions
your/my desires and your/my expressions
that make up incredible YOU/ME
how DARE you/I NOT be YOU/I
how DARE you/I let someone take it away
or not allow you/ME to express YOU/ME
Be YOU/ME
BE INCREDIBLE YOU/ME
LIVE!!!! LOVE!!!! LAUGH!!!!
it is your/my thoughts
your/my creativity
your/my sensitivity and loves
it is your/my passions
your/my desires and your/my expressions
that make up incredible YOU/ME
how DARE you/I NOT be YOU/I
how DARE you/I let someone take it away
or not allow you/ME to express YOU/ME
Be YOU/ME
BE INCREDIBLE YOU/ME
LIVE!!!! LOVE!!!! LAUGH!!!!
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
Monday, December 7, 2009
Absence of Color.....
Sunday, December 6, 2009
Colors of the Wind
You think I'm an ignorant savage
And you've been so many places
I guess it must be so
But still I cannot see
If the savage one is me
How can there be so much that you don't know?
You don't know ...
You think you own whatever land you land on
The Earth is just a dead thing you can claim
But I know every rock and tree and creature
Has a life, has a spirit, has a name
You think the only people who are people
Are the people who look and think like you
But if you walk the footsteps of a stranger
You'll learn things you never knew you never knew
Have you ever heard the wolf cry to the blue corn moon
Or asked the grinning bobcat why he grinned?
Can you sing with all the voices of the mountains?
Can you paint with all the colors of the wind?
Can you paint with all the colors of the wind?
Come run the hidden pine trails of the forest
Come taste the sunsweet berries of the Earth
Come roll in all the riches all around you
And for once, never wonder what they're worth
The rainstorm and the river are my brothers
The heron and the otter are my friends
And we are all connected to each other
In a circle, in a hoop that never ends
How high will the sycamore grow?
If you cut it down, then you'll never know
And you'll never hear the wolf cry to the blue corn moon
For whether we are white or copper skinned
We need to sing with all the voices of the mountains
We need to paint with all the colors of the wind
You can own the Earth and still
All you'll own is Earth until
You can paint with all the colors of the wind
And you've been so many places
I guess it must be so
But still I cannot see
If the savage one is me
How can there be so much that you don't know?
You don't know ...
You think you own whatever land you land on
The Earth is just a dead thing you can claim
But I know every rock and tree and creature
Has a life, has a spirit, has a name
You think the only people who are people
Are the people who look and think like you
But if you walk the footsteps of a stranger
You'll learn things you never knew you never knew
Have you ever heard the wolf cry to the blue corn moon
Or asked the grinning bobcat why he grinned?
Can you sing with all the voices of the mountains?
Can you paint with all the colors of the wind?
Can you paint with all the colors of the wind?
Come run the hidden pine trails of the forest
Come taste the sunsweet berries of the Earth
Come roll in all the riches all around you
And for once, never wonder what they're worth
The rainstorm and the river are my brothers
The heron and the otter are my friends
And we are all connected to each other
In a circle, in a hoop that never ends
How high will the sycamore grow?
If you cut it down, then you'll never know
And you'll never hear the wolf cry to the blue corn moon
For whether we are white or copper skinned
We need to sing with all the voices of the mountains
We need to paint with all the colors of the wind
You can own the Earth and still
All you'll own is Earth until
You can paint with all the colors of the wind
Thursday, December 3, 2009
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
Remember when....
Bill Clinton said....
"I did not have sex with that woman"?
He LIED!
People rationalize to make themselves
look better in the LIGHT.
Unfortunately....for them
People that they lie to are not their judge.
They must answer to God.
"I did not have sex with that woman"?
He LIED!
People rationalize to make themselves
look better in the LIGHT.
Unfortunately....for them
People that they lie to are not their judge.
They must answer to God.
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
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