“The greatest thrill is not to kill but to let live.” ― James Oliver Curwood
“i am with the roots
of flowers
entwined, entombed
sending up my passionate blossoms
as a flight of rockets
and argument….”
— Charles Bukowski
“The difference between ordinary and extraordinary is that little extra.” ― Jimmy Johnson
If I Could Tell You
W H Auden
Time will say nothing but I told you so
Time only knows the price we have to pay;
If I could tell you I would let you know.
If we should weep when clowns put on their show,
If we should stumble when musicians play,
Time will say nothing but I told you so.
There are no fortunes to be told, although,
Because I love you more than I can say,
If I could tell you I would let you know.
The winds must come from somewhere when they blow,
There must be reason why the leaves decay;
Time will say nothing but I told you so.
Perhaps the roses really want to grow,
The vision seriously intends to stay;
If I could tell you I would let you know.
Suppose the lions all get up and go,
And the brooks and soldiers run away;
Will Time say nothing but I told you so?
If I could tell you I would let you know.
by Al-Tutili
A lion? No: if I
More closely pry
Methinks that I must own
‘Tis but a stone.
Old Leo yonder sits,
So I should say,
And from his mouth he spits
The Milky Way.
“Never believe that body is permanent.
Body is like a water bubble.
Mind is like a mad monkey.”
— Sri Sathya Sai Baba
“The most unfair thing about life is the way it ends. I mean, life is tough. It takes up a lot of your time. What do you get at the end of it? A Death! What’s that, a bonus? I think the life cycle is all backwards. You should die first, get it out of the way. Then you live in an old age home. You get kicked out when you’re too young, you get a gold watch, you go to work. You work forty years until you’re young enough to enjoy your retirement. You do drugs, alcohol, you party, you get ready for high school. You go to grade school, you become a kid, you play, you have no responsibilities, you become a little baby, you go back into the womb, you spend your last nine months floating…
…and you finish off as an orgasm.” — George Carlin
The growing and dying of the moon reminds us of our ignorance which comes and goes – but when the moon is full it is as if the Great Spirit were upon the whole world. – Black Elk, Oglala Sioux
Oh, Call it by some better name
Thomas Moore
Oh, call it by some better name,
For Friendship sounds too cold,
While Love is now a worldly flame,
Whose shrine must be of gold:
And Passion, like the sun at noon,
That burns o’er all he sees,
Awhile as warm will set as soon–
Then call it none of these.
Imagine something purer far,
More free from stain of clay
Than Friendship, Love, or Passion are,
Yet human, still as they:
And if thy lip, for love like this,
No mortal word can frame,
Go, ask of angels what it is,
And call it by that name!
Maverick Mist 