My Position; 'I Don't Know'
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RE: My Position; 'I Don't Know'oh, what a lovely tea! |
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RE: My Position; 'I Don't Know'Spence, you prove they should consider legalizing..uh..more natural substances! |
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RE: My Position; 'I Don't Know'...and the door just open'd, and a breeze as sweet as the angel of lilacs herself- just blew into this smoke filled(thanx Spence!lol,) coffee cove O'mine! |
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RE: My Position; 'I Don't Know'Pour me another cup of coffee, for it is the best in the land..........I'll |
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RE: My Position; 'I Don't Know'So true . those quotes- George. |
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RE: RE: My Position; 'I Don't Know'[quote="Madelynn"]-Chiggar |
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RE: RE: My Position; 'I Don't Know'Quote: Originally Posted by gogant I think we all, or at least some of us, have gotten too deep into politics and religion. Maybe we should get back to the main reason most, or at least some, of us came here for........I think it was to read poems, leave comments, and post our poems, for others to read........... There is still hope for us....I think.................................  ************************************************************************************************************************************** WISDOM. My Brother. What you say here is WISDOM for all ages Micah6:9) |
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RE: RE: My Position; 'I Don't Know'Quote: Originally Posted by gogant I think we all, or at least some of us, have gotten too deep into politics and religion. Maybe we should get back to the main reason most, or at least some, of us came here for........I think it was to read poems, leave comments, and post our poems, for others to read........... There is still hope for us....I think................................. ************************************************************************************************************************************** WISDOM. My Brother. What you say here is WISDOM for all ages Micah6:9) |
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Celebrities and Poverty, What do you know?
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RE: My Position; 'I Don't Know'God is a concept by which we measure our pain: I don’t believe in Jesus, I don’t believe in Bible…I just believe in me, and that’s reality—John Lennon, 1970 |
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RE: RE: My Position; 'I Don't Know'Quote: Originally Posted by dahlusion God is a concept by which we measure our pain: I don’t believe in Jesus, I don’t believe in Bible…I just believe in me, and that’s reality—John Lennon, 1970 Amen! Amen, I hear ya, now doesn't that feel good to let everyone know where you stand, Now the next step is to leave everyone else alone in their faith. The place where they feel good, words to the wise. Yes, maybe we can live our life in Peace in Light, thank God CS |
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RE: My Position; 'I Don't Know'"He who believes in Me does not believe in Me, but in Him who sent Me. And he who beholds Me beholds the One who sent Me. I have come as light into the world, that everyone who believes in Me may not remain in darkness. |
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RE: My Position; 'I Don't Know'Ok- George, I am completely in love with the way John loved Yoko, and Yoko loved John. So natural, and uninhibited- I just want to watch them love each other!-lol Last edited by Madelynn 06-25-2010 at 03:34:33 AM |
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RE: Chief SeattleQuote:
Originally Posted by WordSlinger CHIEF SEATTLE'S LETTER "The President in Washington sends word that he wishes to buy our land. But how can you buy or sell the sky? the land? The idea is strange to us. If we do not own the freshness of the air and the sparkle of the water, how can you buy them? Every part of the earth is sacred to my people. Every shining pine needle, every sandy shore, every mist in the dark woods, every meadow, every humming insect. All are holy in the memory and experience of my people. We know the sap which courses through the trees as we know the blood that courses through our veins. We are part of the earth and it is part of us. The perfumed flowers are our sisters. The bear, the deer, the great eagle, these are our brothers. The rocky crests, the dew in the meadow, the body heat of the pony, and man all belong to the same family. The shining water that moves in the streams and rivers is not just water, but the blood of our ancestors. If we sell you our land, you must remember that it is sacred. Each glossy reflection in the clear waters of the lakes tells of events and memories in the life of my people. The water's murmur is the voice of my father's father. The rivers are our brothers. They quench our thirst. They carry our canoes and feed our children. So you must give the rivers the kindness that you would give any brother. If we sell you our land, remember that the air is precious to us, that the air shares its spirit with all the life that it supports. The wind that gave our grandfather his first breath also received his last sigh. The wind also gives our children the spirit of life. So if we sell our land, you must keep it apart and sacred, as a place where man can go to taste the wind that is sweetened by the meadow flowers. Will you teach your children what we have taught our children? That the earth is our mother? What befalls the earth befalls all the sons of the earth. This we know: the earth does not belong to man, man belongs to the earth. All things are connected like the blood that unites us all. Man did not weave the web of life, he is merely a strand in it. Whatever he does to the web, he does to himself. One thing we know: our God is also your God. The earth is precious to him and to harm the earth is to heap contempt on its creator. Your destiny is a mystery to us. What will happen when the buffalo are all slaughtered? The wild horses tamed? What will happen when the secret corners of the forest are heavy with the scent of many men and the view of the ripe hills is blotted with talking wires? Where will the thicket be? Gone! Where will the eagle be? Gone! And what is to say goodbye to the swift pony and then hunt? The end of living and the beginning of survival. When the last red man has vanished with this wilderness, and his memory is only the shadow of a cloud moving across the prairie, will these shores and forests still be here? Will there be any of the spirit of my people left? We love this earth as a newborn loves its mother's heartbeat. So, if we sell you our land, love it as we have loved it. Care for it, as we have cared for it. Hold in your mind the memory of the land as it is when you receive it. Preserve the land for all children, and love it, as God loves us. As we are part of the land, you too are part of the land. This earth is precious to us. It is also precious to you. One thing we know - there is only one God. No man, be he Red man or White man, can be apart. We ARE all brothers and sisters after all." B Last edited by cousinsoren 09-16-2010 at 06:20:39 PM |
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RE: Chief SeattleQuote: Originally Posted by WordSlinger CHIEF SEATTLE'S LETTER "The President in Washington sends word that he wishes to buy our land. But how can you buy or sell the sky? the land? The idea is strange to us. If we do not own the freshness of the air and the sparkle of the water, how can you buy them? Every part of the earth is sacred to my people. Every shining pine needle, every sandy shore, every mist in the dark woods, every meadow, every humming insect. All are holy in the memory and experience of my people. We know the sap which courses through the trees as we know the blood that courses through our veins. We are part of the earth and it is part of us. The perfumed flowers are our sisters. The bear, the deer, the great eagle, these are our brothers. The rocky crests, the dew in the meadow, the body heat of the pony, and man all belong to the same family. The shining water that moves in the streams and rivers is not just water, but the blood of our ancestors. If we sell you our land, you must remember that it is sacred. Each glossy reflection in the clear waters of the lakes tells of events and memories in the life of my people. The water's murmur is the voice of my father's father. The rivers are our brothers. They quench our thirst. They carry our canoes and feed our children. So you must give the rivers the kindness that you would give any brother. If we sell you our land, remember that the air is precious to us, that the air shares its spirit with all the life that it supports. The wind that gave our grandfather his first breath also received his last sigh. The wind also gives our children the spirit of life. So if we sell our land, you must keep it apart and sacred, as a place where man can go to taste the wind that is sweetened by the meadow flowers. Will you teach your children what we have taught our children? That the earth is our mother? What befalls the earth befalls all the sons of the earth. This we know: the earth does not belong to man, man belongs to the earth. All things are connected like the blood that unites us all. Man did not weave the web of life, he is merely a strand in it. Whatever he does to the web, he does to himself. One thing we know: our God is also your God. The earth is precious to him and to harm the earth is to heap contempt on its creator. Your destiny is a mystery to us. What will happen when the buffalo are all slaughtered? The wild horses tamed? What will happen when the secret corners of the forest are heavy with the scent of many men and the view of the ripe hills is blotted with talking wires? Where will the thicket be? Gone! Where will the eagle be? Gone! And what is to say goodbye to the swift pony and then hunt? The end of living and the beginning of survival. When the last red man has vanished with this wilderness, and his memory is only the shadow of a cloud moving across the prairie, will these shores and forests still be here? Will there be any of the spirit of my people left? We love this earth as a newborn loves its mother's heartbeat. So, if we sell you our land, love it as we have loved it. Care for it, as we have cared for it. Hold in your mind the memory of the land as it is when you receive it. Preserve the land for all children, and love it, as God loves us. As we are part of the land, you too are part of the land. This earth is precious to us. It is also precious to you. One thing we know - there is only one God. No man, be he Red man or White man, can be apart. We ARE all brothers and sisters after all." Be Merry, Florish ]READER'S COMMENT Mr . John Wordslinger where, did you find this stupendous speech? If it is not a fabrication, then it is animism, at its purest, strongest and best. Last edited by cousinsoren 09-16-2010 at 06:25:41 PM |
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If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.
Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.