Well, almost every day. One Life or The Lives of Chester Knowles. House of the Rising Sun Compendium. The Cement Animal Sculpture Compendium.

There are two kinds of men in the world. The reasonable man and the unreasonable man. The reasonable man adapts himself to the world.

Bright lights, eternal inspirations. Posted by Eva Von Pelt. So honored to be included with this wonderful collection of poets. Thank you, Yelena! Posted by Eva Von Pelt. The star of my night. Of coffee, and dust, and rust, and dirt;.

That I may publish with the voice of thanksgiving, and tell of all thy wondrous works. The Amazing Gift of Eternal Life. How to Love Our Enemies. The Path of the Righteous. The Speech and Knowledge of the Skies. From A Slow to A Burning Heart. The Warmth of Summer Rain. The Years, My Friend.

An alternative look at the world. A Lesson in Gratitude From Khalil. I learned what it felt like to be on the receiving end of unkind and unjust behaviour. A Lesson in Gratitude From Khalil. Our Children, and the Danger of Strangers.

Love the world we may live on. Peace is a free choice, this Award for you to. A song from John Legend, wake up everybody, shared by my friend. Now I know that it has wake me up in different ways. This is for you, because you are Love. To ourselves and to the world.

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Be a naked soul and pretend nobody is watching. Be Tolerant than the trees, beware of their suffering, and be intertwined like the Redwood trees. Chaitanya Mahaprabhu urges in the third verse of shistashtakam taror api sahishuna be tolerant than the trees. Observing the Redwood trees in Muir Woods, Srila Prabhupada teaches us why the trees are so tolerant, and His Holiness Radhanath maharaj teaches us where the tolerance and strength of Redwood trees come from.

Coming Soon, My Blog! A blog much like my life. There is nothing wrong with what I do. Published October 11, 2013. I sing, I dance, I cry until dawn. I sing the joy ecstatic. I get what I want. I give what I desire. I let myself be lied to. Published September 14, 2013.

You know, I know. The devil shaking in my legs knows. White stripes in the wood. I used to think church. Was the place to feel the spirit. When my spirit was light, but. As I got older, my spirit. Looked to clinging, to hover. In the fringes of the bowels. Of the dark and desperate. Hells we call out nature. Tonight, Hell is on. Hell is a court with the.