"Livin' Like a Lusty Flower" ~ SCROLL DOWN!!! Share Some Life With Me!

"Livin' Like a Lusty Flower" ~ SCROLL DOWN!!! Share Some Life With Me!
"Once in a while you get shown the light in the strangest of places if you look at it right"

Soulshine

Soulshine

DOSE

DOSE

Sunday, January 29, 2012

The Pathway Finally Opened

When my heart came to rule 
in the world of love, 
it was freed
from both belief 
and from disbelief.
On this journey, 
I found the problem
to be myself.
When I went beyond myself 
the pathway finally opened.
Mahsati Ganjavi 

12th Century
English version by David and Sabrineh Fideler 
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Saturday, January 28, 2012

Sunset 2012 January 28






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Friday, January 20, 2012

Emotionally Yours ~ Bob Dylan as done by the O'Jays



Come baby, find me, come baby, remind me of where I once begun
Come baby, show me, show me you know me, tell me you’re the one
I could be learning, you could be yearning to see behind closed doors
But I will always be emotionally yours

Come baby, rock me, come baby, lock me into the shadows of your heart
Come baby, teach me, come baby, reach me, let the music start
I could be dreaming but I keep believing you’re the one I’m livin’ for
And I will always be emotionally yours

It’s like my whole life never happened
When I see you, it’s as if I never had a thought
I know this dream, it might be crazy
But it’s the only one I’ve got

Come baby, shake me, come baby, take me, I would be satisfied
Come baby, hold me, come baby, help me, my arms are open wide
I could be unraveling wherever I’m traveling, even to foreign shores
But I will always be emotionally yours
Bob Dylan copyright 1985 Special Rider

Wednesday, January 18, 2012

Our Art, Our Lives, Our Lives, Our Art...


A writer -- and, I believe, generally all persons -- must think that whatever happens to him or her is a resource. All things have been given to us for a purpose, and an artist must feel this more intensely. All that happens to us, including our humiliations, our misfortunes, our embarrassments, all is given to us as raw material, as clay, so that we may shape our art. 

--From "Twenty Conversations with Borges, Including a Selection of Poems: Interviews by Roberto Alifano, 1981-1983."
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Friday, January 13, 2012

Strawberry Fields Forever



Let me take you down
'cos I'm going to Strawberry Fields
Nothing is real
And nothing to get hungabout
Strawberry Fields forever
Living is easy with eyes closed
Misunderstanding all you see
It's getting hard to be someone
But it all works out
It doesn't matter much to me
Let me take you down
'cos I'm going to Strawberry Fields
Nothing is real
And nothing to get hungabout
Strawberry Fields forever
No one I think is in my tree
I mean it must be high or low
That is you can't you know tune in
But it's all right
That is I think it's not too bad
Let me take you down
'cos I'm going to Strawberry Fields
Nothing is real
And nothing to get hungabout
Strawberry Fields forever
Always, no sometimes, I think it's me
But you know I know when it's a dream
I think I know I mean a "Yes"
But it's all wrong
That is I think I disagree
Let me take you down
'cos I'm going to Strawberry Fields
Nothing is real
And nothing to get hungabout
Strawberry Fields forever.

Sunday, January 01, 2012

Each Sunrise Sees A New Year Born."



"Each morn is New Year's morn come true,
Morn of a festival to keep.
All nights are sacred nights to make
Confession and resolve and prayer;
All days are sacred days to wake
New gladness in the sunny air.
Only a night from old to  new;
Only a sleep from night to morn.
The new is but the old come true;
Each sunrise sees a new year born."
Helen Hunt Jackson

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