“Beautiful song about losing a loved one – “Wings Of A Butterfly”” ๐ŸŽ€

I look up to the sky and talk to you

What I wouldn’t give to hear you talk back

I miss your voice; I miss your laughter

I miss you singing ” You are my Sunshine.”

I miss every little thing about you

My Little Sunshine


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WHO IS THE BLACK CROW๐Ÿ˜Œ

WHO IS HAPPY? THE PEACOCK AND THE CROW

A crow lived in the forest and was absolutely satisfied in life. But one day he saw a swan. โ€œThis swan is so white,โ€ he thought, โ€œand I am so black. This swan must be the happiest bird in the world.โ€

He expressed his thoughts to the swan. โ€œActually,โ€ the swan replied, โ€œI was feeling that I was the happiest bird around until I saw a parrot, which has two colors. I now think the parrot is the happiest bird in creation.โ€ The crow then approached the parrot. The parrot explained, โ€œI lived a very happy life until I saw a peacock. I have only two colors, but the peacock has multiple colors.โ€

The crow then visited a peacock in the zoo and saw that hundreds of people had gathered to see him. After the people had left, the crow approached the peacock. โ€œDear peacock,โ€ the crow said, โ€œyou are so beautiful. Every day thousands of people come to see you. When people see me, they immediately shoo me away. I think you are the happiest bird on the planet.โ€

The peacock replied, โ€œI always thought that I was the most beautiful and happy bird on the planet. But because of my beauty, I am entrapped in this zoo. I have examined the zoo very carefully, and I have realized that the crow is the only bird not kept in a cage. So for past few days I have been thinking that if I were a crow, I could happily roam everywhere.โ€

Moral: Thatโ€™s our problem too. We make unnecessary comparison with others and become sad. We donโ€™t value what God has given us. This all leads to the vicious cycle of unhappiness. Learn to be happy in what you have instead of looking at what you donโ€™t have. There will always be someone who will have more or less than you have. Person who is satisfied with what he/she has, is the happiest person in the world.

Madman’s Diary ๐Ÿค”

This writing won’T make IT happen; it will not make awakening happen, so why are you doing it? It’s like an irresistible impulse – Q: Am I enjoying this? or am I doing it to become AWAKE? . . . which means I am just “spinning my wheels.” on & on . . . Are you doing this to report to ___ or would I be doing it anyway, not for the Ulterior Motive of sharing it? I DO NOT KNOW. If for no ulterior motive, (I SHOULD be able to) x2 take all this and burn it immediately after writing it down. This would maybe be an evidence of integrity. Not ever talking about it – with anyone is perhaps also evidence for integrity – is – the opposite of dual gaming . . . vs. Non-dual gaming = in-tag-ritual = playing tag with yourself! This is a new idea, isn’t it? – I have never seen anyone break down the word integrity quite like that. (Left column) That (a new idea) might fulfill An Intent of: HAVING AN ARTISTIC DESIGN IN WHAT IS Perceived as a spiritual MODE. – However, PRESENTING AN ARTISTIC DESIGN, (unless you are, in a state of Non-Duality) is, arguably, JUST A “DOING.” (If you are in a non-dual state, that would seem to take the ulterior motive out of it – & it wouldn’t just be a doing (small “d”); it would be a Doing (large”d”) = a REAL expression of using energy joyfully. (Right column) DUAL GAMING DUALITY GAMING This is a new term, but not a new idea – I wonder what it would be like to have a new idea!!

Medical Disclaimer. Please use all information regarding “THE CONTENTED HEART,” a.k.a.: “Diary of a Madman,” anyway you wish! IF it is helpful to/for you, comforting or inspiring in anyway, THAT is our INTENTION. We are offering NO MEDICAL ADVICE, and we are NOT doctors, simply “fellow travelers,” also fragile humans, hoping for happiness for everyone, especially YOU! We make no representation and assume no responsibility for the accuracy of what is presented, although we feel we ARE our “brothers’ keepers,” we are all connected and the only sanity we perceive in life is to love and be loved. Shalom, Peace, Namaste & Love to Thee. ๐Ÿ™‚

WE BLEED BLOOD BLACK AND WHITE

They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old;
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning;
We will remember them.
Lest We Forget.

                                                     ~ Laurence Binyon.

#ANZACDAY2018 #LESTWEFORGETANZAC Coming around, a constant reminder of the disrespectful attitude in the way my father was treated after he applied for soldiers settlement, Herbert Lovett born on Lake Condah mission in 1897.He went off to fight for his beloved country, the land he hunted on, the river when he swam and fished, the forest where the cut wood, for his parents fire, could identify each and every tree used to fashion boomerangs, spears.,coolumons, message sticks and nulla nulla, used the fishtraps, a network of stone channel weirs structured way before white settlement, befor the Egyptians built the pyramids, be the Bible was talked about, the landscape he saw was created long before anyone came from foreign lands, this was his land that he went to war to defend, this was the land he made application for as a returned soldier of two world wars ,he was one of only four men in the whole of the British Empire to serve in two world wars, the other three were his brothers ,and like all other Aboriginal soldiers ,received nothing. Not even consideration for Australian Citizenship, yes I’m singing the same old song that I’ve sang over a number of years now to get Equality for my father, repatriation that was denied to him by a Government that thought he didn’t even warrant an explanation simply because he was black, and if it wasn’t because he was black then let them explain why a few Aboriginals got land, when hundreds of thousands non Aboriginals got theirs, it was said that my father was entitled to the benefits of what the Armed Forces had to offer, however there was no intention to give Australia Citizenship. I spoke about the third World War ,well, bring it on.

โ€œNIRVANAโ€๐Ÿ’œ

โ€œNIRVANAโ€ a poem April 28, 2018 Sat – Tat – Ohm – Ur – Day . . a.k.a.: โ€œSometimes โ€˜THE BESTโ€™ Here Is Mediocre In Alpha Centauri!โ€

AS GOOD AS IT GETS โ€œHERE,โ€ AS GOOD AS IT GETS,

WITH LOVING AND TRAVEL AND ALL OF THESE โ€œBITS,โ€

REMEMBER, SEPTEMBER! THEREโ€™S MUCH MORE TO DO –

IN AN INFINITE, INFINITE DIMENSIONAL โ€œSTEW,โ€

And one big olโ€™ set-back, when-you-get-to-THIS-place,

IF you succeed in the sweet human race:

IS TEMPTATION TO JUST-LAY-AROUND-AND-CONSUME,

All of the yummy and flesh in โ€œthis room!โ€

PLEASE JUST REMEMBER, MY GLORIOUS PET, YOU REALLY AINโ€™T SEEN PURE EXISTENCE QUITE YET!

โ€˜Cause-thereโ€™re-great-explorations YOU CAN NOT IMAGINE,

In other dimensions and Worlds-of-Glam-Fashion!

We speak,

LOTS-โ€™BOUT-โ€FREEDOM,โ€

But know, IF itโ€™s true: YOU NEVER JUST STAGNATE; INERTIAโ€™S NOT NEW,

And itโ€™s-left-countless-โ€œsoulsโ€ {L.O.L.}-stuck-in-fine-Timbuktu,

Which isnโ€™t so bad, BUT, IF YOU ONLY KNEW,

That under the โ€œbestโ€ and most wondrous event,

Lie so many more that are pure Heaven-sent,

BUT, IF YOUโ€™RE (too) ENGAGED-IN-THE-STUFF-AROUND-HERE,

YOU WILL MISS A BUTTON (marked) – โ€œNIRVANA,โ€ My Dear!!

fin. <3

Romance ๐ŸŽ€๐ŸŽ€

WALLS I SINK!๐Ÿ’œ๐Ÿ’œ

There’ll be no strings to bind your hands
Not if my love can’t bind your heart
And there’s no need to take a stand
For it was I who chose to start
I see no need to take me home
I’m old enough to face the dawn
Just call me angel of the morning, (angel)
Just touch my cheek before you leave me, baby

โ€œNIRVANAโ€

โ€œNIRVANAโ€ a poem April 28, 2018 Sat – Tat – Ohm – Ur – Day . . a.k.a.: โ€œSometimes โ€˜THE BESTโ€™ Here Is Mediocre In Alpha Centauri!โ€

AS GOOD AS IT GETS โ€œHERE,โ€ AS GOOD AS IT GETS,

WITH LOVING AND TRAVEL AND ALL OF THESE โ€œBITS,โ€

REMEMBER, SEPTEMBER! THEREโ€™S MUCH MORE TO DO –

IN AN INFINITE, INFINITE DIMENSIONAL โ€œSTEW,โ€

And one big olโ€™ set-back, when-you-get-to-THIS-place,

IF you succeed in the sweet human race:

IS TEMPTATION TO JUST-LAY-AROUND-AND-CONSUME,

All of the yummy and flesh in โ€œthis room!โ€

PLEASE JUST REMEMBER, MY GLORIOUS PET, YOU REALLY AINโ€™T SEEN PURE EXISTENCE QUITE YET!

โ€˜Cause-thereโ€™re-great-explorations YOU CAN NOT IMAGINE,

In other dimensions and Worlds-of-Glam-Fashion!

We speak,

LOTS-โ€™BOUT-โ€FREEDOM,โ€

But know, IF itโ€™s true: YOU NEVER JUST STAGNATE; INERTIAโ€™S NOT NEW,

And itโ€™s-left-countless-โ€œsoulsโ€ {L.O.L.}-stuck-in-fine-Timbuktu,

Which isnโ€™t so bad, BUT, IF YOU ONLY KNEW,

That under the โ€œbestโ€ and most wondrous event,

Lie so many more that are pure Heaven-sent,

BUT, IF YOUโ€™RE (too) ENGAGED-IN-THE-STUFF-AROUND-HERE,

YOU WILL MISS A BUTTON (marked) – โ€œNIRVANA,โ€ My Dear!!

fin. <3

โ€œIT NEVER HAPPENED!โ€๐Ÿ’œ๐Ÿ’œ

โ€œIT NEVER HAPPENED!โ€ a poem Saturday, April 28, 2018.

It NEVER happened; it wonโ€™t be so,

Unless – DIVINITY – makes IT go!

Itโ€™s-just speculation, like all these thoughts,

Of What-Should, Maybe – โ€œConnect-the-Dots?โ€

So,(itโ€™ll) ONLY HAPPEN (if) ITโ€™S โ€œIN THE CARDS!โ€

Now, consider THIS, my Facebook โ€œPards:โ€

IF YOU DECIDE THAT โ€œXโ€-WILL OCCUR, YOUR THOUGHTโ€™S โ€œORDAINED,โ€

And thatโ€™s just per –

FECT, but (pause) โ€œGodโ€™sโ€-so-strong,

YOU CAN THINK IT – ALL DAY LONG,

BUT – IF itโ€™s not-โ€ordainedโ€-to-happen, Try Your Best; try some โ€œtappinโ€™,โ€

SPEAK YOU MIND, but Youโ€™re-just-โ€flappinโ€™,โ€

FLAPPINโ€™, FLAPPINโ€™, in โ€œThe Breeze,โ€

Like some child, without the keys!

The door WONโ€™T open, UNLESS IT DOES,

And, if it will, itโ€™s just because – You or GOD or Fateโ€™s decreed,

Itโ€™s time to open – Itโ€™s what we need!

So, bow down, Trump! Get on your knees!

And Putin! Yโ€™all are buzzing bees!

You silly, pompous, impetuous guys,

I think your โ€œtruthsโ€ are apple pies,

Which will be eaten by-a-goat-named-โ€œJ,โ€

As

They-cool-in-THE-WINDOW,

On an Aprilโ€™s day.

fin. <3

INTO YOUR SUGAR WALLS I SINK!๐Ÿ’œ๐Ÿ’œ

โ€œBLISSED OUT!โ€ Freya: April 27, 2018

WHEN YOU LOVE ME, I-DISAPPEAR,

Yes, my Lovely – Iโ€™m then not here!

When you love me –

I fall inside,

AND Iโ€™M FLOATING,

IN YOUR โ€œHIDE!!โ€

Iโ€™ve-lost-myself, inside of you – Floating, swimming – in your goo!

Iโ€™m simply floating, And-embracing-ALL,

The Love We Are: I LOVE THIS WALL,

It is,

A tank of isolation,

And-I-AM-on,

Full length vacation! and –

THESE-โ€œLINESโ€-ARENโ€™T-MINE,

FOR โ€œIโ€ CANโ€™T THINK –

INTO YOUR SUGAR WALLS I SINK!

I guess Iโ€™ve come back to The Womb,

Our Sanctuary!

This-Dazzling-Room!

So-I-canโ€™t see,

I can-not think,

Absorb –

ED!

In,(pause)

THE COLOR PINK!

BLOOD plus SNOW: Itโ€™s

Warm and

Cold;

Iโ€™M FLOATING NOW – THESE WORDS Iโ€™VE TOLD,

ARE SOMEONE ELSEโ€™S BLISSED-OUT NOTES,

and

NOW, CREATION SIMPLY FLOATS! ๐Ÿ™‚ – KInda like HOPE! <3

fin. <3