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SIN ~ versus ~ KINDNESS πŸ€·πŸ»β€β™€οΈ

What is “Sin” perhaps that word originated by man made religion. And you know that is fact.
Sin is used by “man made religion”to disguise ones guilt incurred by a lifetime of junk filled words. Sin is judgement of self and others. Sin is a cover up. Humans just need to be less judgemental. I have often wondered why folk use 3 words OPINION, SIN, JUDGMENT. Maybe some time these words will be not heard. Wouldn’t that be a beautiful world.

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How many times have You heard someone say If I had his money I could do things my way But little they know That it’s so hard to find One rich man in ten With a satisfied mind πŸ™ŠπŸ™Š

How many times have
You heard someone say
If I had his money
I could do things my way
But little they know
That it’s so hard to find
One rich man in ten
With a satisfied mind

Once I was waitin’
In fortune and fame
Everything that I dreamed for
To get a start in life’s game
Then suddenly it happened
I lost every dime
But I’m richer by far
With a satisfied mind

Money can’t buy back
Your youth when you’re old
Or a friend when you’re lonely
Or a love that’s grown cold
The wealthiest person
Is a pauper at times
Compared to the man
With a satisfied mind

When my life has ended
And my time has run out
My friends and my loved ones
I’ll leave there’s no doubt
But one thing’s for certain
When it comes my time
I’ll leave this old world
With a satisfied mind

How many times have
You heard someone say
If I had his money
I could do things my way
But little they know
That it’s so hard to find
One rich man in ten
With a satisfied mind

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Money
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STORY OF THE DAY πŸ’₯


I’ve seen this before, but it’s worth another read. Enjoy.



Too beautiful not to pass on







Those of us old enough to remember when the phone was wired to the wall, usually in the kitchen, can relate to this story.
I loved this read.
When I was a young boy, my father had one of the first telephones in our neighborhood.
I remember the polished, old case fastened to the wall. The shiny receiver hung on the side of the box.
I was too little to reach the telephone, but used to listen with fascination when my mother talked to it.
Then I discovered that somewhere inside the wonderful device lived an amazing person.
Her name was β€œInformation Please” and there was nothing she did not know.
Information Please could supply anyone’s number and the correct time.
My personal experience with the genie-in-a-bottle came one day while my mother was visiting a neighbor.
Amusing myself at the tool bench in the basement, I whacked my finger with a hammer,
the pain was terrible, but there seemed no point in crying because there was no one home to give sympathy.
I walked around the house sucking my throbbing finger, finally arriving at the stairway.
The telephone! Quickly, I ran for the footstool in the parlor and dragged it to the landing.
Climbing up, I unhooked the receiver in the parlor and held it to my ear. β€œInformation, please,”
I said into the mouthpiece just above my head.
A click or two and a small clear voice spoke into my ear.
β€œInformation.”
“I hurt my finger…” I wailed into the phone, the tears came readily enough now that I had an audience..
“Isn’t your mother home?” came the question.
“Nobody’s home but me,” I blubbered.
“Are you bleeding?” the voice asked
“No, “I replied. “I hit my finger with the hammer and it hurts.”
“Can you open the icebox?” she asked.
I said I could.
“Then chip off a little bit of ice and hold it to your finger,” said the voice..
After that, I called “Information Please” for everything.
I asked her for help with my geography, and she told me where Philadelphia was.
She helped me with my math.

Then, there was the time Petey, our pet canary, died. I called, “Information Please,” and told her the sad story.
She listened, and then said things grown-ups say to soothe a child. But I was not consoled. I asked her,
“Why is it that birds should sing so beautifully and bring joy to all families,
only to end up as a heap of feathers on the bottom of a cage?”
She must have sensed my deep concern, for she said quietly,
“Wayne, always remember that there are other worlds to sing in.”
Somehow I felt better.
Another day I was on the telephone, “Information Please.”
“Information,” said in the now familiar voice.
“How do I spell fix?” I asked.
All this took place in a small town in the Pacific Northwest.
When I was nine years old, we moved across the country to Boston.
I missed my friend very much.
“Information Please” belonged in that old wooden box back home and I somehow never thought of
trying the shiny new phone that sat on the table in the hall.
As I grew into my teens, the memories of those childhood conversations never really left me.
Often, in moments of doubt and perplexity I would recall the serene sense of security I had then.
I appreciated now how patient, understanding, and kind she was to have spent her time on a little boy.
A few years later, on my way west to college, my plane put down in Seattle.
I had about a half-hour or so between planes. I spent 15 minutes or so on the phone with my sister, who lived there now.
Then without thinking what I was doing, I dialed my hometown operator and said, “Information Please.”
Miraculously, I heard the small, clear voice I knew so well.
“Information.”
I hadn’t planned this, but I heard myself saying, “Could you please tell me how to spell fix?”
There was a long pause. Then came the soft-spoken answer, “I guess your finger must have healed by now.”
I laughed, “So it’s really you,” I said. “I wonder if you have any idea how much you meant to me during that time?”
“I wonder,” she said, “if you know how much your calls meant to me.
I never had any children and I used to look forward to your calls.”
I told her how often I had thought of her over the years and I asked if I could call her again
when I came back to visit my sister.
“Please do,” she said. “Just ask for Sally.”
Three months later I was back in Seattle.
A different voice answered, “Information.”
I asked for Sally.
“Are you a friend?” she said.
“Yes, a very old friend,” I answered.
“I’m sorry to have to tell you this,” She said.
“Sally had been working part-time the last few years because she was sick.
She died five weeks ago.”
Before I could hang up, she said,
“Wait a minute, did you say your name was Wayne?” “
“Yes.” I answered.
Well, Sally left a message for you. She wrote it down in case you called. Let me read it to you.
The note said, “Tell him there are other worlds to sing in. He’ll know what I mean.”
I thanked her and hung up. I knew what Sally meant.
Never underestimate the impression you may make on others.
Whose life have you touched today?
Why not pass this on? I just did…. Lifting you on eagle’s wings.
May you find the joy and peace you long for.

Life is a journey.




“DIVINITY IS PERMEATING EVERY CELL!”Β πŸ’™

“DIVINITY IS PERMEATING EVERY CELL!” a poem a.k.a.: ” There’s No Accounting For Taste!” a.k.a.: “I Can’t Help It! You Make Me Feel So Wonderful!” Feb. 20, 2019 [Wednesday: Karaoke at The Railroad Blues! Tonight!]

The difference between prurient and beautiful – is just A MATTER OF TASTE;
The difference ‘tween terrifying & funny-or-entertaining, can simply be too much haste,
In judging, TOO HARSHLY OR QUICKLY – things that you’ve never seen,
Or experienced! For the-VERY RAW – need NOT be obscene!

BEAUTY IS ALWAYS FOUND – THERE! IN THE EYE,
OF THE BEHOLDER [OF GOD], WHO DOESN’T QUESTION WHY,
SOMETHING EXISTS – OR SOMETHING SIMPLY IS!
TO GOD – CREATION-IS VERY GOOD – AND IT’S ALL: SHOW BIZ!

Whether IT’s – a strapless evening gown,
Or: an-oozing-p y – or erupting p s – IT’S JUST A NOUN!
And f k i s j u s t f o u r l e t t e r s, without-L-or-O-or-V-or-E,
Drawing distinctions – That’s really all I ever see!

Any love is good love, IF YOU ARE OPEN TO,
Loving! everything-in-every-way – Then-IT’S-TRUE-LOVE (whew!)
LOVE IS LOVE; is Hate – is Desire!
Rude comparisons – can-never inspire!
People SAY – they-wish-to-be-more-like-GOD,
And, then-attempt-to-cover most of their “bod,”
And COMPLAIN! that-pollution-in -the-city-covers-up-The-Sun,
But – THE SUN IS BARE AND NAKED, burning – and fun,
And The Person (truly) of God – and The Divine,
Sees (as beautiful) A DREADFUL VALENTINE:
Even one-filled with excrement – and juices – and desire – and dread,
And may-even look-like-a-CACTUS BUSH, to-lay-down-one’s-sweet-head!

However, BELIEVE ME! I-don’t-wish-to-force-you-to-believe,
That everything is beautiful – So please don’t grieve!
IN TIME, IN TIME – IN SACRED, SPACIAL “TRUTH,”
ALL-THINGS-SHINE-IN-RADIANT-JOY! Here’s proof:
Just close your eyes! Drop your judgment and programming,
And Open your Heart – AND-UNIFY Blessing-and-Damning! πŸ™‚ – Yeah!?

fin <3

DAZZLED

“ONE DAY, MARY WAS EYEING AN ATTRACTIVE FELLOW!

“ONE DAY, MARY WAS EYEING AN ATTRACTIVE FELLOW!” a poem a.k.a.: “Ecology Friendly Earth Worms!?!” February 20, 2019 (Wednesday)

“I’m-so attracted to-you! and-I don’t-know why!”
She said, as-she-looked-at-me! “You’re-a-darned-HANDSOME-guy!
I-think you-might-be: THE-APPLE O’-MY-EYE?”
“Not-me! No-way! Oh, no!” said I;
But-I-DO-KNOW, I-think, what-the-attraction’s-about!
It’s-from-The-Garden-of-Eden!!” “I-HAD NO-DOUBT!”
She-said, as she sighed, both hard and long!
“YOU’RE-THE-DEVIL, aren’t-you!!” “NO-I’m-not that strong;
Or clever – devious – or-even wise?
But I AM (sorta) MAGNETIC, and I’m IN DISGUISE!”
“So! What are you? Tell me, you dirty ol’ dog!
You worm; you germ! You big-‘ol log,
STUCK IN MY EYE! Tell-me! What-the-heck- are-Ye?”
So, I-answered-my-lover, matter-o’-fact’ fu -u-lly:
“Well, I’m-NOT The-Devil – and-I’m-NOT that fruit;
I’M-THE-WORM-IN-THE-APPLE!” and-she-gave-me-“the-boot,”
And-said: “I-want-someone – WITH-VALUE AND WORTH,
Not-a-worm, the-lowliest thing on Earth!
So, I slithered away, but I’ll-promise-today,
That THE HUMBLEST OF ALL – IS THE GREATEST SOME-WAY,
For ALL-THINGS ‘RE-IN-BALANCE, and-in-God’s-scheme-of-things,
Worms can be magnetic,* and-rule as Kings!** πŸ™‚ – Yipes!
fin <3

YOU WORM! I’d love you, even-if-you-were-President Trump! – – –
There’s something about you! perhaps-’cause-we-live-in-a-dump,
One we call Earth, a fine, refuse pile,
That-the-fact-you-digest-organic-matter, just makes me smile!
For I know that you’ll feed me, all of my days,
And I’m sure that you love me, for my body, it says:
“This one’s a worm, whose name might be The Don;
But he is a worm, Honey, YOU-CAN-REALLY-COUNT-ON!
And HE WHO IS LEAST, SHALL BE GREATEST OF ALL,
Said Jesus, The Lord, with his back ‘gainst The Wall!”

* – Worms consume iron rich soil and are, therefore, prone to be magnetically active, attractive to many things, setting up amazing magnetic fields, which help to maintain the balance of nature, gravity and the movement of this planet upon which we seem to dwell. AND! Some people eat them raw, and some wives even refer to their husbands as such; I think it’s a complement! Jesus’ wife often called him that too! Amen.
** – and/or Presidents! πŸ™‚ – You’re so silly! [Yeah!]

“FIELDS OF GOLD!”πŸ’₯πŸ’₯

“FIELDS OF GOLD!” a poem February 19, 2019 [TUESDAY*]

When she was young, the air was fresh; the sun! IT shone! upon her flesh;
She RAN! and trees – did step aside; the birds applauded, as she’d glide,
‘Cross-open-meadows, and-she’d-jump into brooks;
She swan in-mystic-pools! and-read mysterious books,
Illuminated-by: THE LIGHT OF DAY,
And-she-was-“greedy,**” and-drank-The-Night-away!
She seldom slept, but when she did,
Joyous dreams would fill her head,
And she did wake, to-greater-[mornings]-than-before,
Excited! and-anticipating – what-the-day-held-in-store!
Then, one day: She’s-introduced-to:
MONITORS! [when- The-Internet-was-new],
And-with-FASCINATION! She would gaze & click!
Soon! She tired! and her-body grew – sick,
From lack of sun – and-running-along,
With-her-TINY-puppy, singing-a-song!
Where were the shouts? and the bruis – ed knee?
Now! only-Blogging! [and]-Posting! and-FACEBOOK, did-she-see!
Her sleep was fitful, for-she-could-not re-gu-late,
Her daily hours – and, sometimes, very late,
She-would-stay – transfixed – to A JEALOUS SCREEN,
And beams of blue light (with pictures – obscene),
Bombarded-our-heroine! For, she was addicted,
And YEARS DID PASS – her eyes? constricted!
Occasionally! She-would take a walk,
With her TINY doggie! and they would talk,
About days gone by, when, each-afternoon,
They’d shout – and sing – and-chase-a-balloon!
Those days gone by? Will they ever return?
To put back ROSES! into-our-“little-urn?”
And, once again, will The Healing Sun,
See A GIRL – and-her-doggie – gaily run,
Through FIELDS OF GOLD and OCEANS OF BLUE,
Never knowing exactly – where-they’re-going-to?
fin <3

Postscript:

Together we are
on top of the World
us

This little girl, within us equally lies ~ With teardrops welling in her eyes ~ Yearning-for that-time-when-we ~ Take-back our-favored destiny! ~ And choose, once more, the sun over lamp ~ The moon over screen – and-to-go-out-& camp ~ To sleep “OUT-THERE,” un-der the stars ~ And wait – for-a-[shining]-morning we-can (once more) call “OURS!” πŸ™‚

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XMbvcp480Y4
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KLVq0IAzh1A
Hungry for Peace ❣

* – the first day of the rest of your life! ** – HUNGRY! for LIFE!

Thank you Kindness

What is GOOD and What is BAD!? I am not sure, but don’t be SAD; Just-consider-OFTENΒ Β  how-youΒ Β Β Β Β  FEEL ~ reality is KINDNESS

“DER ROTE SARAFAN!” a poem February 19, 2019 (Tuesday)

What is GOOD and What is BAD!?
I am not sure, but don’t be SAD;
Just-consider-OFTEN how-you FEEL,
For feelings, THEY can oft’ reveal,
What is good and/or bad FOR YOU,
And that is what you need to do,
But! Do avoid-eth hurting-others,
Especially-your-friends – and their mothers,
And: The Sensitive! The Small! and – “The Freak,”
Watch -out-for-THEIR-feelings, and TRY to [always] seek,
The truth of things, as-it-be for you,
By FEELING LIFE! [It’s YOUR “coochy-coo!”]

Do-“THE-GOOD [really] Die-Young? (How good is that?)
And – WHO IS “GOOD?” Is-it June – and Matt?
Well, IT BEATS ME! ‘Cause-for-Jews, long-life,
IS a blessing! and-a-witchy-wife,
Is-NOT considered A GOOD DEAL!
However, even-mean-wives can reveal,
What you-might like to avoid,
In yourself! to NOT be “goy”*ed,
By-the-views-of-OTHERS, who-will-decide what’s true,
And what is GOOD – and/or BAD – for YOU!

BREAK THE SHACKLES! RELEASE YOUR-“WIND,”
AND AVOID FOX NEWS, IF IT’S BADLY “SPINNED!”**

* – Goy: a term used often derogatorily by Jews to designate a non-Jewish person and is used here to suggest you can be tricked into believing that someone else’s ideas have more value or merit than your own! You might consider being careful doing that, for, as Shakespeare suggested, it is usually a good thing “. . . to [your] own self to be true!”

** – Even though the FOX TV network applauds itself for being FAIR & BALANCED!!!

β€œLONG LIVE THE KING!”  a poemΒ Β  18 February 2019 (Monday)🀝

{Picture: Dr. Rex & Eleanor Wilson, proud parents of their son Brian, who was an outstanding basketball player at Alpine High School [Alpine, Texas] but was involved in a car accident which took his life before he got to attend college.]

Dr. Rex Wilson was my vocal coach when I attended Sul Ross! He passed away today! Feb. 17, 2019! Here is something I wrote for him called:

β€œLONG LIVE THE KING!” a poem 1 February 2019 (Monday)

He-was Dr. Rex, The Lion-Heart-ed;*

Yes, we-are-sorry he is parted,
But, he’ll never die, for in our hearts,

Dr. Wilson still imparts:

β€œLift your pillows,** everyone! –

Remember-to-sing and have good fun,

And LIFT YOUR GLASSES to remember me –

For-I-AM-ever-with-you, a-sparrow***-with-eyes-of-glee!”

fin <3

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H74FBgOZTDw

* – β€œREX” means β€œKing,” and some courageous, honorable kings are referred to as having β€œlion hearts,” broad, generous and kind dispositions and manners.

** – When singing, Dr. Wilson often reminded his vocal students to raise their cheeks, for this helped to produce a quality sound! He would say: β€œLIFT YOUR PILLOWS and smile!”

*** – In Alpine, Texas, U. S. A., Dr. Wilson was know for singing a beautiful rendition of “His Eye Is On The Sparrow!” I often heard him sing it in churches, and he accompanied me on piano or organ, sometimes when I sang, sometimes when I played the cello! He was/is a marvelous singer, teacher and person!

Dr Rex Wilson

PRAYER ~

I find myself at the beginning of another day.
I do not know what it will bring.
Please help me to be ready for whatever it may be.

If I am to stand up, help me to stand bravely.
If I am to sit still, help me to sit quietly.
If I am to lie low, help me to do it patiently.
If I am to do nothing, let me do it gallantly.

I pray just for today, for these twenty-four hours,
for the ability to cooperate with others according to the way Jesus taught us to live.
β€œYour kingdom come, you will be done on earth as it is in heaven.”
May these words that he taught us become more than words.

Please free my thinking and feelings and the thinking and feelings of others,
from all forms of self-will, self-centeredness, dishonesty, and deception.
Along with my brothers and sisters,
I need this freedom to make my choices today according to your desires.
Send your Spirit to inspire me in time of doubt and indecision so that, together, we can walk along your path

Amen

FRIENDS FOREVER πŸ’™

The Last Word ~ Good night my friends

The Last Word….Good night my friends….

β€œImagination sees the complete reality, – it is where past, present and future meet… Imagination is limited neither to the reality which is apparent – nor to one place. It lives everywhere. Imagination is the life of mental freedom. It realizes what everything is in its many aspects ..”. ― Kahlil Gibran

Kahlil Gribran
Enjoy😁

A.W.ONTARIO ~ TREE

I have spaces like this in the forest where I live The Peace is Beyond Measure and wildlife thrives… A.W Ontario

TREE πŸ’₯

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Love and Kisses for you are the Best Friend Goodnight all Yah ❀❀

Thoughts for today ~

Another day is over
Lay beside me
Look into my eyes
Say nothing at all
Your black eyes glisten and
Tell me everything is ok
Oh my, gone again.
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Quotes ~ KINDNESS

YOU WILL CHANGE
THE WORLD
JUST BY BEING
KIND
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