Do not go gentle into that good night
Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
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The Business of Doing
I am far to busy doing the things of life to live a life. So that when I finally do take a moment tot look up and ‘smell the roses’ as they say, I am sure I will find that life did not bother to wait for me, or even leave a porch light on.
Borrow From Today
Work today to become The person you will need tomorrow.
Thank you for coming here and walking through the garden of my mind. No day is as brilliant in its moment as it is gilded in memory. Embrace your experience and relish gorgeous recollection.
Into every life a little light will shine. Thank you for being my luminance in whatever capacity you may. Shine on, you brilliant souls!
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Fast Travel v Sturdy Travel
If you wish to go fast, go alone. If you wish to go far, go together.
Thank you for coming here and walking through the garden of my mind. No day is as brilliant in its moment as it is gilded in memory. Embrace your experience and relish gorgeous recollection.
Into every life a little light will shine. Thank you for being my luminance in whatever capacity you may. Shine on, you brilliant souls!
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The Little Devil Within
every single one of us is a devil inside
Never trust a liar. Even though they always trust themselves.
Empathy
“SO LONG as you can sweeten another’s pain, life is not in vain”
Helen Keller
Thank you for coming here and walking through the garden of my mind. No day is as brilliant in its moment as it is gilded in memory. Embrace your experience and relish gorgeous recollection.
Into every life a little light will shine. Thank you for being my luminance in whatever capacity you may. Shine on, you brilliant souls!
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The Patience of Memory
Do you remember When you couldn’t get enough of them
when the sound of their voice sent you into frenzy
Thirty Five Years From Now
We will stand on the beach At the top of a dune at sunset While the gulls cry in the distance And the reedy grass dances in the Evening wind
Scars
When you grow up living in a forest fire, you will occasionally get burned.
Airwalker
I was floating. Not levitating, But I could feel it In my gut, A buoyancy. A lightness Whose source One could only Speculate.
But it was a Pretty good guess.
A warm glow Started at the Top of my head, Tickling its way Down my neck And spine.
Then the sun Shone radiantly From my chest, Lifting me from This realm and Into an existence Of utter joy And delight.
Thank you for coming here and walking through the garden of my mind. No day is as brilliant in its moment as it is gilded in memory. Embrace your experience and relish gorgeous recollection.
Into every life a little light will shine. Thank you for being my luminance in whatever capacity you may. Shine on, you brilliant souls!
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