tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28824260433137966052024-03-04T23:06:16.445-08:00MpF thoughts-poems-imagesA place to see what is on my mind and a place to share what is on yours. Not a place for negativity, but a place to build each other up.seekeroftruthoracleofwisdomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16523614274720335287noreply@blogger.comBlogger31125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2882426043313796605.post-86310099488988636842012-02-13T13:11:00.000-08:002012-02-13T13:11:44.402-08:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ERBfnuHc75o&lr=1&ob=0">Brainwave Dubstep</a><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ERBfnuHc75o&lr=1&ob=0" target="_blank">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ERBfnuHc75o&lr=1&ob=0</a></div>seekeroftruthoracleofwisdomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16523614274720335287noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2882426043313796605.post-26543781603165426092011-08-22T11:02:00.000-07:002011-08-22T11:02:26.688-07:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br />
<h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{"type":1}"><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3}">Just a question I ask of you.<br />
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I know that the old<br />
knowledge of rhythm and poetry <br />
holds the truth <br />
it is part of all cultures.<br />
And take this message.<br />
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We are part of the global village<br />
many voices talking at once<br />
most say same<br />
however, in many areas <br />
the message is confused.<br />
<br />
High Tower fell<br />
and when it crashed, we lost our ability to communicate.<br />
We have a partnership with our brothers,<br />
wives, our sisters, our mothers.<br />
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Communication is scarce although<br />
love shines through the occasional gap in the clouds.<br />
As humans, we must stop depending on expectations.<br />
If you expect others to do perfectly what you think they should do <br />
you will always be dissapointed <br />
you will always make their short-falling <br />
in your eyes <br />
a resentment. <br />
<br />
I refuse to try an amnesty.<br />
All have to be willing to compromise anyone's differences. <br />
However, by choosing what you are willing to compromise<br />
your conscience should be your guide.<br />
What - what is it?<br />
Does it serve the freedom and betterment of all ? <br />
Does it concentrate the power to a few ?<br />
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That is my question for you.<br />
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...........Mitch Fuqua</span></h6><h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{"type":1}"><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3}"> </span></h6><h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{"type":1}"><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3}">comments censored by FarceBook ( AKA FascistBook )</span></h6><a href="http://www.facebook.com/n/?profile.php&id=602516603&mid=4bc93b5G5af3317b4c6dGe27ed6G96&bcode=zGByvqHc&n_m=mitchfuqu%40yahoo.com" rel="nofollow" style="color: #3b5998; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank"><img alt="That is wonderful Mitch. Very thought provoking. In light of the death of Jack Layton, the leader of the New Democrate Party and Canada's opposition leader, this is a great question for the interim leader (of the NDP) and all people for that matter. Are our messages and actions consistant with one another?" src="https://fbcdn-profile-a.akamaihd.net/hprofile-ak-snc4/186133_602516603_5907421_q.jpg" style="border: 0; height: 50px; width: 50px;" /></a><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" style="padding-bottom: 5px; width: 100%;"><tbody>
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</tbody></table><div id="yui_3_2_0_5_1314031203298287" style="color: black; font-size: 11px; padding-bottom: 7px;">That is wonderful Mitch. Very thought provoking. In light of the death of Jack Layton, the leader of the New Democrats Party and Canada's opposition leader, this is a great question for the interim leader (of the NDP) and all people for that matter. Are our messages and actions consistent with one another?</div><div id="yui_3_2_0_5_1314031203298287" style="color: black; font-size: 11px; padding-bottom: 7px;"> </div><a href="http://www.facebook.com/n/?profile.php&id=100000553716845&mid=4bc958aG5af3317b4c6dGe27ed6G96&bcode=zGByvqHc&n_m=mitchfuqu%40yahoo.com" rel="nofollow" style="color: #3b5998; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank"><img alt="Mitch Fuqua" src="https://fbcdn-profile-a.akamaihd.net/hprofile-ak-snc4/211587_100000553716845_4946450_q.jpg" style="border: 0; height: 25px; width: 25px;" /></a><div id="yui_3_2_0_5_1314031203298386"><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" style="padding-bottom: 5px; width: 100%;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="color: black; font-size: 11px;"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/n/?profile.php&id=100000553716845&mid=4bc958aG5af3317b4c6dGe27ed6G96&bcode=zGByvqHc&n_m=mitchfuqu%40yahoo.com" rel="nofollow" style="color: #3b5998; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank">Mitch Fuqua</a></td><td style="color: #999999; font-size: 11px; padding-right: 5px; text-align: right;">1:51pm Aug 22</td></tr>
</tbody></table><div id="yui_3_2_0_5_1314031203298383" style="color: #010101;">Lol...and the loop closes...</div><div id="yui_3_2_0_5_1314031203298383" style="color: #010101;"> </div><a href="http://www.facebook.com/n/?profile.php&id=100000553716845&mid=4bc958aG5af3317b4c6dGe27ed6G96&bcode=zGByvqHc&n_m=mitchfuqu%40yahoo.com" rel="nofollow" style="color: #3b5998; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank"><img alt="Mitch Fuqua" src="https://fbcdn-profile-a.akamaihd.net/hprofile-ak-snc4/211587_100000553716845_4946450_q.jpg" style="border: 0; height: 25px; width: 25px;" /></a><div id="yui_3_2_0_5_1314031203298443"><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" style="padding-bottom: 5px; width: 100%;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="color: black; font-size: 11px;"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/n/?profile.php&id=100000553716845&mid=4bc958aG5af3317b4c6dGe27ed6G96&bcode=zGByvqHc&n_m=mitchfuqu%40yahoo.com" rel="nofollow" style="color: #3b5998; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank">Mitch Fuqua</a></td><td style="color: #999999; font-size: 11px; padding-right: 5px; text-align: right;">1:53pm Aug 22</td></tr>
</tbody></table><div id="yui_3_2_0_5_1314031203298440" style="color: #010101;">as does my last post...see my blog if you want to see me UN-censored... </div><div id="yui_3_2_0_5_1314031203298440" style="color: #010101;"> </div><a href="http://www.facebook.com/n/?profile.php&id=602516603&mid=4bc958aG5af3317b4c6dGe27ed6G96&bcode=zGByvqHc&n_m=mitchfuqu%40yahoo.com" rel="nofollow" style="color: #3b5998; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank"><img alt="Sorry Mitch, thought it was a glitch in the matrix ;)" src="https://fbcdn-profile-a.akamaihd.net/hprofile-ak-snc4/186133_602516603_5907421_q.jpg" style="border: 0; height: 50px; width: 50px;" /></a><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" style="padding-bottom: 5px; width: 100%;"><tbody>
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</tbody></table><div id="yui_3_2_0_5_1314031203298458" style="color: black; font-size: 11px; padding-bottom: 7px;">Sorry Mitch, thought it was a glitch in the matrix ;)</div><div id="yui_3_2_0_5_1314031203298458" style="color: black; font-size: 11px; padding-bottom: 7px;"> </div><div id="yui_3_2_0_5_1314031203298458" style="color: black; font-size: 11px; padding-bottom: 7px;">yeah...you might call it that... { :-p} * Mitch Fuqua*</div><div id="yui_3_2_0_5_1314031203298458" style="color: black; font-size: 11px; padding-bottom: 7px;"> </div><div id="yui_3_2_0_5_1314031203298440" style="color: #010101;"><br />
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<span class="fbPhotoCaptionText">Lorem Ipsum ( it's all Greek to me )<br />
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the form is illusory<br />
everything in the universe is following the flow<br />
beginning low and trembling <br />
it changes as the electromagnetic oscillations of wavelength shorten <br />
becoming more active<br />
it creates an increasing transmutable form <br />
the sum of our thoughts impact the form<br />
the question of our thoughts is...<br />
will you join us - will you help us<br />
manipulate our love of the world<br />
this a movement and moment of love and virtue in the universe<br />
as love has no fear of evil <br />
and as love grows <br />
we can see the expansion of the universe<br />
and love is growing...<br />
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.-. .. -.. -.. .-.. . ... / -.-. .-. . .- - . / -.- -. --- .-- .-.. . -.. --. . Mitch Fuqua</span><br />
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<span class="fbPhotoCaptionText">Translation for Lorem Ipsum <br />
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form is an illusion. <br />
everything in the universe is the result of vibration. <br />
this starts as lower vibration and changes to electro-magnetic vibration as the wavelength shortens <br />
when energy vibrates, it creates a form. <br />
this form is transmutable as the frequency increases.<br />
the highest frequencies are in the form of our thoughts <br />
our thoughts become our reality <br />
we shape our own future... <br />
with the power of love we can manipulate our universe <br />
love is the emotion and power of the universe <br />
fear and evil are simply the absence of love <br />
as the universe expands<br />
so too our love grows...<br />
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........... Mitch Fuqua</span><br />
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<span class="fbPhotoCaptionText">Nepalese Jungle<br />
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slowly flowing emerald water pools in placid lake<br />
no tears shed from cat-like eyes of golden green bronze<br />
but there is a grin.........dare say a smile ?<br />
mastering the primal creative force<br />
the toothsome crocodile<br />
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a head the verdant subtropical forest looms<br />
in the dappled shade sweet smelling jasmine vines climb<br />
into the canopy<br />
perfect white blooms releasing<br />
the intoxicating perfume of the gods<br />
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a rustle in the tall bamboo thicket<br />
materializing as if from another dimension<br />
the sinewy muscled form of the orange hunter<br />
black stripes in stark contrast<br />
low throated growl as he stalks his prey<br />
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coming now to the elephant drivers<br />
Mahout's goofy gap - toothed grin<br />
bright red saliva running from mouth to chin<br />
betel nut quid in mouth as he offers leaf folded<br />
magnanimous gesture to you is behold-ed<br />
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accepting graciously you take packet and chew<br />
an energetic feeling gradually washes over you<br />
cooling the head and comforting the heart<br />
you would normally drink bitter black coffee<br />
the nut is much better for a morning jump-start<br />
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great gray massive creature moves ponderously slow<br />
but with an incredibly graceful liquid beauty<br />
snake-like trunk like a pendulum swings to and fro<br />
Mahout gives a hum obedient pachyderm kneels<br />
climbing aboard, signal from heels, haathi arises, transport sans wheels<br />
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Mitch Fuqua</span></div>seekeroftruthoracleofwisdomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16523614274720335287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2882426043313796605.post-59201636925683204352011-06-27T11:32:00.000-07:002011-06-27T11:32:09.281-07:00Odd Sam ( Sam I am )<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=175090302519426&set=a.151850394843417.35737.100000553716845&type=1&theater">http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=175090302519426&set=a.151850394843417.35737.100000553716845&type=1&theater</a><br />
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It all started yesterday afternoon <br />
My name is Sam - do you know who I am ?<br />
I was the most bizarre crash test dummy around<br />
I have a girl<br />
Her name is Alice<br />
Alice is a nurse<br />
Sexy Nurse Alice <br />
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We do everything together, Alice and Sam<br />
but yesterday...yesterday we went too far<br />
In the park as it was just getting dark<br />
we tickled the Good Humor Man !<br />
Now you're probably thinking<br />
why we would do such a thing as to tickle the Good Humor Man.<br />
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To be perfectly honest with you<br />
I really don't know<br />
It seemed a good idea at the time<br />
Call it a wild hair<br />
Hindsight is twentytwenty it's said<br />
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We were standing there <br />
the wind rushing through our hair<br />
I said, "Always stand in my arms."<br />
We heard the tinkling of the bell<br />
smelled the icecreamy smell<br />
I heard someone whisper "DAH"<br />
and like a vision of white<br />
the Icecream Man appeared before me !<br />
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And then it happened<br />
Oh Oh Oh ...<br />
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The next thing you know we were picking ourselves up off the ground...<br />
brushing bits of grass off our clothes<br />
while the Good Humor Man lay there giggling<br />
tears of laughter streaming down his face<br />
We turned and ran as fast as we could<br />
back to her apartment<br />
"What just happened ?", she said<br />
I just shook my head<br />
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From that moment our relationship has changed<br />
But still, it's my opinion<br />
and I know you know what they say about opinions<br />
I have had all evening to think about what happened<br />
Would I have changed things ?<br />
Do you really wear a yellow plastic raincoat?<br />
We go together - Alice and Sam - Sam and Alice<br />
forever memories - Sam is Alice - Alice is Sam<br />
"Are you kidding ?"<br />
"Boom!boom!" sticky sticky sticky<br />
Oh man...<br />
the night is crying<br />
crying tears on the joints of your dreams.<br />
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.-. .-. .-. .-. .-. Mitch Fuqua</span></div>seekeroftruthoracleofwisdomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16523614274720335287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2882426043313796605.post-37234485537812603252011-06-27T11:29:00.000-07:002012-02-13T13:01:33.843-08:00WAITING<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=160193850675738&set=a.151850394843417.35737.100000553716845&type=1&theater">http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=160193850675738&set=a.151850394843417.35737.100000553716845&type=1&theater</a><br />
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It was a long time ago that I signed in online<br />
Nothing to watch on the tube - thought I'd just kill some time<br />
I didn't know about Yahoo, My Space or Facebook<br />
It was a chat-room on Wireclub that I happened to look<br />
<br />
I was watching the text scroll - one line after another<br />
Comments by jokers and fools, everyone and his brother<br />
I was new to all this, so I just sat and watched it roll<br />
Not a clue I was about to meet the mate for my soul<br />
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A message popped up for me much to my great surprise<br />
A woman made a comment about the intensity of my eyes<br />
My mouth dropped open, I wasn't sure what I should say<br />
I never dreamed that I'd meet you on that January day<br />
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We chatted for a bit, joking and laughing all the while<br />
I had so much fun with you darling - you gave me a reason to smile<br />
Every night logging on hoping your user name I'd see<br />
Seemed you wanted love and affection exactly like me<br />
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Well, we graduated to Yahoo because Wireclub was a zoo<br />
When I could hold it in no longer I let it slip, "I love you."<br />
I nearly cried for joy when you told me, "I love you too."<br />
Think now as I thought then that our love was so true<br />
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We shared all of our secrets and we read each other's minds<br />
It was so strangely uncanny happening time after time<br />
You said you wanted to meet me, a trip was scheduled for May<br />
I waited for you to show up but the date slipped away<br />
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July, then September, October, November Oh God, how I waited !<br />
And though I died a little each time, my love never was abated<br />
When you canceled the Christmas visit I thought I'd fall apart<br />
I was hurting so badly, like a knife plunged deep in my heart<br />
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But what came to light next made me wish I was dead<br />
You had two young daughters and were unhappily wed<br />
I was devastated and broken and I said, "Him or me !"<br />
Seemed this love that we shared was destined never to be<br />
<br />
You swore that you'd leave him - get divorced - be my mate<br />
Things would all work out fine for us, just be patient and wait<br />
So I've waited and waited - now ten months have gone by<br />
Does it mean I'm a fool when I break down and cry ?<br />
I just can't give up on you, a lonely victim of fate<br />
Dreaming of the day when no longer I'll have to wait<br />
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...........Mitch Fuqua</span></div>seekeroftruthoracleofwisdomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16523614274720335287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2882426043313796605.post-31281421464235340072011-06-27T11:06:00.000-07:002011-06-27T11:06:53.064-07:00Queen Moon / King Sun<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=202344543127335&set=a.151850394843417.35737.100000553716845&type=1&theater">http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=202344543127335&set=a.151850394843417.35737.100000553716845&type=1&theater</a><br />
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<span class="fbPhotoCaptionText">Queen Moon / King Sun<br />
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in time immortal before dawn of man<br />
at the horizon where the sky meets the land<br />
the queen of the moon and the king of the sun<br />
through alchemical conception both became one<br />
<br />
supreme force for their union sent doves to bless<br />
they confronted each other in unashamed nakedness<br />
the pure truth of their love was not a illusion<br />
ultimate power released because of their fusion<br />
<br />
in slow decaying orbit each one circling their lover<br />
intuitively knowing where to caress one another<br />
atmosphere charged with ozone crackling static<br />
discovering the secret of powerful tantric magick<br />
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softly kissing feeling energy beginning to spark<br />
between their lips electricity starting to arc<br />
running her fingers from broad shoulders to chest<br />
sighing as his hand gently cups heaving breast<br />
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passion white hot within each of them burning<br />
from base chakra the fire is constantly churning<br />
though the release desired is undeniably strong<br />
to work the spell congress must be prolonged<br />
<br />
she gasps for breath as he enters slowly<br />
the act for both is most sacred and holy<br />
joined as one focusing on predetermined goal<br />
kundilini harnessed and kept under control<br />
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the power allowed to trickle follows the spine<br />
with intentions of great will to enter the mind<br />
until it is filled completely and no more can it hold<br />
crown chakra opens like lotus and the magick explodes<br />
<br />
with the force of a volcano as they give an outcry<br />
each one holding the other as they shiver and sigh<br />
eyes locked on each other sharing passionate kiss<br />
changing the world through shared orgasmic bliss<br />
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... --- -- --- - . .. - -... . Mitch Fuqua</span></div>seekeroftruthoracleofwisdomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16523614274720335287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2882426043313796605.post-28705535414845664622011-06-27T11:04:00.000-07:002011-06-27T11:04:05.509-07:00Why Cry<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=178598562168600&set=a.151850394843417.35737.100000553716845&type=1&theater">http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=178598562168600&set=a.151850394843417.35737.100000553716845&type=1&theater</a><br />
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<span class="fbPhotoCaptionText">Why Cry<br />
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Sometimes I wonder why we cry<br />
when someone close to our heart dies<br />
when salty tears course down our face<br />
down to our mouth where we can taste<br />
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It's not like they have been erased<br />
they simply go to a better place<br />
they flow through the velvet black of space<br />
existing in a most holy grace<br />
<br />
No more they suffer the pain of life<br />
drawn like moths into the light<br />
with Divine Creator joined as one<br />
shining brighter than the brightest sun<br />
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For ourselves we grieve, yet all in vain<br />
to try to rid our hearts of pain<br />
dark clouds of despair, tears like rain<br />
what pours out can never be regained<br />
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With smiles not sorrow let them go<br />
sweet memories in your heart, not woe<br />
understanding what all should know<br />
one day you'll join those you love so<br />
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...........Mitch Fuqua</span></div>seekeroftruthoracleofwisdomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16523614274720335287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2882426043313796605.post-41289967460876324802011-06-27T10:58:00.000-07:002011-06-27T10:58:21.306-07:00Astral Flight<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=155633157798474&set=a.151850394843417.35737.100000553716845&type=1&theater">http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=155633157798474&set=a.151850394843417.35737.100000553716845&type=1&theater</a><br />
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<span class="fbPhotoCaptionText">Astral Flight <br />
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Moonglow shimmers and shines on silver sea <br />
sleepy gray eyes closing silently<br />
drift away to another place<br />
now sunbeams warming up your face<br />
opening eyes, "Is this a dream ?"<br />
illusion not always what it seems<br />
for what you thought was deep twilight<br />
is gone, replaced by sunshine bright<br />
<br />
wide awake, you stretch and yawn<br />
the moon - the sea - all traces gone<br />
lying on vivid green grassy mound<br />
you lift yourself up off the ground<br />
in distance hazy blue mountain towers<br />
below you a vast profusion of flowers<br />
bees buzz by as you scurry downhill<br />
to stand in middle of jeweled field<br />
<br />
scratching head, "How can this be so ?"<br />
on a beach you slept just hours ago<br />
"Could this be result of astral flight ?"<br />
feeling it is, with childlike delight<br />
traveling with your silvery cord<br />
another vista is your earned reward<br />
knowing now you can move on astral plain<br />
life will never be quite the same</span><br />
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<span class="fbPhotoCaptionText">........Mitch Fuqua </span></div>seekeroftruthoracleofwisdomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16523614274720335287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2882426043313796605.post-87929604294458571532011-06-27T10:53:00.000-07:002011-06-27T10:53:58.614-07:00Master Jimi<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=191289777566145&set=a.151850394843417.35737.100000553716845&type=1&theater">http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=191289777566145&set=a.151850394843417.35737.100000553716845&type=1&theater</a><br />
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Master Jimi<br />
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with fluid fingers<br />
the man coaxes sounds from his guitar<br />
rhythmic pulses proceed<br />
moans cries wails<br />
<br />
masterfully he takes his guitar/woman<br />
fuses with her<br />
and releases cosmic consciousness upon the world<br />
<br />
seer - sage poet - mage<br />
"Jimmy James"<br />
of the Blue Flames<br />
pouring out his soul through his religion<br />
music<br />
<br />
sometimes rattling off <br />
machine-gun riffs at naysayers<br />
"I'm gonna put a curse on you<br />
and all your kids will be born completely<br />
naked"...<br />
<br />
words of wisdom for us all<br />
"When the power of love overcomes the love of power<br />
the world will know peace."<br />
<br />
sacrificing his love <br />
on a dark stage in Monterrey<br />
flames licking greedily<br />
along her length<br />
as he invokes the higher power<br />
<br />
"Feelings - sweet feelings<br />
drop from my fingers... fingers<br />
scuse me while I kiss the sky"<br />
listen to his mantra<br />
"Knowledge speaks, but wisdom listens."<br />
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rest in peace, cosmic soul brother...<br />
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........Mitch Fuqua</div>seekeroftruthoracleofwisdomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16523614274720335287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2882426043313796605.post-37067391585439860312011-06-27T10:49:00.000-07:002011-06-27T10:49:24.473-07:00Blossom of Love ( image by Astrella )<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br />
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Blossom of Love<br />
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come to me dear one, let me look longingly in your eyes<br />
I want you so desperately with a need I can't disguise<br />
what started as friendship has blossomed and grew<br />
tell me I'm not alone - tell me you feel it too<br />
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I want to wrap my arms around you in a loving embrace<br />
shower tiny little kisses on your lovely upturned face<br />
press your hand to my chest to feel my madly beating heart<br />
that feels like it will crumble whenever we are apart<br />
<br />
in the beginning the feeling was so chaste and pure<br />
but if I can't merge with you now, not sure how I'll endure<br />
If I deny my feelings for you, then I am living a lie<br />
I will not let that happen, I'd rather lay down and die<br />
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so I open my heart to you as I plea beseechingly<br />
take my hand and lay bare all of your charms to me<br />
let us join together as man and woman in love<br />
with the glorious blessing of all that's holy above<br />
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........... Mitch Fuqua<br />
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Desert Dune Dreamer<br />
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Cold and lonely the desert dune dreamer <br />
watching the hazy sun sinking under the hill<br />
a victim of happenstance - by no means a schemer<br />
pulls tattered coat around to fight off the chill<br />
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trudging ever onward pay no heed to the cost<br />
though he has stumbled a few times and he fell<br />
not sure where he's at, but he knows what he's lost<br />
stuck in this limbo between heaven and hell<br />
<br />
thinking sadly about loved ones left so far behind<br />
no matter how badly he wanted, he just couldn't stay<br />
bitter memories slipping up to tug at the mind<br />
a man can not change the past try as he may<br />
<br />
the moon rises over shining her pale silvery light <br />
off in the shadowed distance hear the wolves howl<br />
walking through the wilds with the creatures of the night<br />
and like his nocturnal brothers he is on the prowl<br />
<br />
travel these badlands in a quiet desperation<br />
till glowing orb of the night is outshined by the sun<br />
in this wasteland of sand and harsh desolation<br />
understanding the journey will never be done<br />
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...........Mitch Fuqua</div>seekeroftruthoracleofwisdomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16523614274720335287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2882426043313796605.post-70180198666388335202011-06-27T10:38:00.000-07:002011-08-25T23:35:10.308-07:00Spin Spin Spin<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=154914087870381&set=a.151850394843417.35737.100000553716845&type=1&theater">http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=154914087870381&set=a.151850394843417.35737.100000553716845&type=1&theater</a><br />
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Spin Spin Spin<br />
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Earth spinning lovingly around the Sun<br />
mother Earth held in thrall of the plasma<br />
Sun orbiting too, what draws him is unknown<br />
round and round like a crazy carnival ride<br />
you would think that all these satellites would get dizzy<br />
but after billions of years I suppose it is second nature<br />
and think of the Moon <br />
it spins round the Earth <br />
that spins round the Sun <br />
that spins round something even bigger<br />
that spins round something even bigger than that<br />
no wonder the Moon is a little loony<br />
seems there is always something bigger in the universe to spin around<br />
even galaxys get to spin.<br />
spinning around the rim of a black hole<br />
circle, wobble, spin spin SPIN<br />
but...DON'T FALL IN !<br />
OK. I'm dizzy now...<br />
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...........Mitch Fuqua<br />
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Sasquatch Encounter<br />
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a primeval forest in the westerlands<br />
towering evergreen redwoods dripping<br />
mother nature's tears condensed from pacific ocean's mist<br />
dropping down on the arching fern fronds<br />
crystal beads running down the stem<br />
until they are blotted up by the thick<br />
lush emerald green carpet of the moss<br />
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bending down to pick mushroom pushing up through the moss<br />
in the cool forest dimness a velvet black silhouette<br />
face unseen yet the soul knows that he is a long distanced brother<br />
hiding out of choice, for we are the monsters who defile his environs<br />
his kind have dwelt here long before we arrived<br />
he will be here long drawn days after we have left<br />
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not homo sapiens man, he lives off the land<br />
his scent reaches you about the same time your funk assails him<br />
you smell dung but it is at least a natural odor<br />
he smells unnatural stink of you, chemicals and big city death<br />
wailing he turns and crashes through the forest and is gone<br />
although easily three times your size, he is terrified.<br />
how does it feel to be the monster ?<br />
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...........Mitch Fuqua<br />
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<span class="fbPhotoCaptionText">I took the "To everything there is a season" verse from <br />
Ecclesiastes 3:1 as found in the King James Version of the Bible and translated it through the 4 major languages of the world in order of number of people speaking each language. I started with Chinese and went to Spanish, then to Hindi, finally back to English.<br />
The result was interesting...<br />
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All things pass under heaven all the time:<br />
Birth of a time to die, a time for a time, factory, plant extract, but also<br />
For a time, killing time while a break to heal, a time to build<br />
For a while, crying, laughing, sometimes, to grieve, time to dance;<br />
A stone's throw away, time to gather stones A time to embrace, a time to stay with a hug;<br />
One way to keep lost time once, and a time to cast away;<br />
A tear, sew a time, to a silent, to a point in time to time;<br />
At one time, a time to love and hate, war time, peace for a while.<br />
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Here is the original text...<br />
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To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven:<br />
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A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted;<br />
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A time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up;<br />
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A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance;<br />
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A time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;<br />
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A time to get, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to cast away;<br />
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A time to rend, and a time to sew; a time to keep silence, and a time to speak;<br />
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A time to love, and a time to hate; a time of war, and a time of peace.</span></div>seekeroftruthoracleofwisdomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16523614274720335287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2882426043313796605.post-58854179492316567092011-06-27T09:57:00.000-07:002011-06-27T09:57:13.952-07:00Highland Dan ( a poem in Galic and English )<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=164092590285864&set=a.151850394843417.35737.100000553716845&type=1&theater">http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=164092590285864&set=a.151850394843417.35737.100000553716845&type=1&theater</a><br />
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<span class="fbPhotoCaptionText">Highland Dán (a poem in Gaelic)<br />
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Tá an sliabh ar sentinel eibhir liath<br />
cosúil leis an sprús firs giants<br />
robes drooping na glas<br />
aill craggy le crainn beithe airgid<br />
shining tríd an bhforaois dim<br />
charms ar an uaigneas uaigneach súile jaded<br />
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Tiubh mist foggy ardú suas ó<br />
doimhneacht dubh shadowy den loch<br />
ag trasnú an moors móinteacha drifting go mall i dtreo fraochmhá<br />
i gcás an fraoch corcra highland i gcodarsnacht lom aitinn buí beoga<br />
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Sníonn an ceo nós wraith adh<br />
slipping tríd an donn raithneach<br />
ardú suas serpentine glas straths o 'ghleanna<br />
níos airde nook sciath-áit a bhfuil an trickles sruth glioscarnach<br />
linnte criostalach na enveloped calma ag caonach emerald velvety<br />
mar a dhéanann an t-uisce ar bhealach shadowed<br />
ag raithneacha agus sabhaircíní<br />
tharraingt anuas ar an dell ... leis an loch ... go dtí an fharraige <br />
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........... Mitch Fuqua<br />
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now in English...<br />
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Highland Poem<br />
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The mountain a grey granite sentinel <br />
spruce firs like giants with<br />
drooping robes of green<br />
craggy cliff with silver birch trees<br />
shining through the dim forest<br />
the lonely loneliness charms jaded eyes<br />
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Thick foggy mist rising up from the <br />
shadowy black depths of the loch<br />
crossing the peaty moors drifting slowly toward heath<br />
where the purple highland heather in stark contrast of vivid yellow gorse<br />
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The fog flows like a silent wraith<br />
slipping through the bracken brown<br />
rising up serpentine green straths o' glen<br />
higher sheltered nook where the shimmering stream trickles<br />
crystalline pools of calm enveloped by velvety emerald moss<br />
as the water makes way shadowed<br />
by ferns and primroses<br />
drawn down the dell... to the loch... to the sea <br />
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...........Mitch Fuqua</span></div>seekeroftruthoracleofwisdomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16523614274720335287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2882426043313796605.post-37441033691275530282011-06-27T09:51:00.000-07:002011-06-27T09:51:37.762-07:00The Merging<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br />
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I remember the visage of your face<br />
the way we had the fire of desire was like a secret world of dreams<br />
I remember in the dream's creation<br />
the fires that burned shared between us<br />
it took me by surprise that you were my Goddess<br />
I had the joy to worship at your altar<br />
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soft woman of silky brown hair and creamy white skin<br />
blood red ruby lips demanding to be kissed <br />
breasts like teacups with coral pink tips<br />
deep brown eyes smoldering as coals<br />
lithe curves sculpted comparable to a masterpiece<br />
intoxicating, mesmerizing, my vital fluid simmers<br />
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lowering of eyes silently bidding me to come closer<br />
looking into such eyes there is only acceptance<br />
no denying your wish, even if I so willed it<br />
I am lost, I am your servant, I live to fulfill your desires<br />
seeing this you demurely smile knowing I am yours<br />
the Priestess drawing power from her acolyte<br />
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your lips parting slightly to elicit the coming kiss <br />
tender at first but growing in passion exponentially<br />
mouths opening more as our tongues explore each other<br />
tasting of chocolate, wine, and overwhelming need<br />
sucking in lower lip to nibble it gently<br />
you moan softly as I pull away to nuzzle your neck<br />
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room getting warmer as our breathing starts to quicken<br />
feel the electricity intensify as I caress your breasts<br />
a sharp gasp as lips close around rigid points in turn<br />
taking my head in your hands you push it lower<br />
letting you guide me to the desired destination<br />
a flower is blooming, overflowing with sweet nectar<br />
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kiss me, taste me, devour me I hear you quietly whisper<br />
I lower my face to you and silently obey your wishes<br />
my mouth touches your body trembling as a leaf<br />
the fragrance of your femininity filling my scent<br />
the taste of you like the ambrosia of the Gods<br />
butterfly wings beating as you grasp my hair <br />
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all else melts to oblivion as I continue my succor <br />
lingua describing circles clockwise and counter<br />
body unconsciously stiffening to shudder once, then twice<br />
you use pillow to muffle your crescending cries<br />
now you are mine - the servant becomes the master<br />
a sword slowly impales sublime pleasure is shared<br />
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holding tightly we embrace body's glistening in the firelight<br />
eyes locked on each other as we fall into rhythm<br />
again calling out as current flows through like lightning<br />
feel the pressure build as the climax approaches<br />
with the roar of an animal I let loose the seed<br />
nirvana for both of us now has been attained<br />
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gently easing myself to lay right there beside you <br />
the dynamic has shifted see how now we are equal<br />
breath slowing gradually returning to normal<br />
I see you looking at me the way I looked at you<br />
we turn to face each other and I brush hair out of your eyes<br />
now and forevermore we shall always be as one<br />
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...........Mitch Fuqua</span></div>seekeroftruthoracleofwisdomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16523614274720335287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2882426043313796605.post-16336349532979864792011-06-27T09:47:00.000-07:002011-06-27T09:47:53.050-07:00Ode to a Rose<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"> <a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=154374211257702&set=a.151850394843417.35737.100000553716845&type=1&theater">http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=154374211257702&set=a.151850394843417.35737.100000553716845&type=1&theater</a><br />
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Moses supposes his toeses are roses,<br />
But Moses supposes erroneously,<br />
For nobody's toeses we knowses are roses,<br />
As Moses supposes his toeses to be! <br />
<span>..........................</span><wbr></wbr><span class="word_break"></span>.anonymous<br />
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roses have been venerated all through the ages<br />
of quotes on their beauty written pages upon pages<br />
whether moonstruck by rapture or falling in stages<br />
roses are metaphors for love often spoken by sages<br />
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pink roses stand for new love, elating and inspiring<br />
crimson red roses signify love immortal found <br />
white roses symbolize love dead or expiring<br />
black roses for love buried deep in the ground<br />
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Shakespeare penned in his time what i now repeat<br />
a rose by any other name would smell just as sweet <br />
perchance bard was enraptured by passion's white heat<br />
words enduring forever so perfect and complete <br />
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roses are quite often the subject matter of song<br />
like roses are red, my love, and violets are blue<br />
making feelings so good can't help but sing right along<br />
words springing to life like a bell ringing so true <br />
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to stop and smell the roses everyone should take the time<br />
living life without the scent of them would surely be a crime<br />
they're free for all to enjoy cause it doesn't cost a dime<br />
sweetness of the rose's intoxicating fragrance is sublime<br />
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it has been often said every rose has it's sharp thorn <br />
careless love, the lover pricked, see the red blood flow<br />
but if flesh be rended let nary another soul be mourn <br />
all is fair in love and war and so the novice learns to know<br />
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though it might certainly be thought that the matter is agreed<br />
a rose garden for a kindred flame is never guaranteed<br />
beaten, broken, scarred but still unwilling to concede<br />
they give their all and die for love, now watch the poor fool bleed<br />
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the black death is the subject of "Ring a-ring o' roses"<br />
"a pocketful of posies" for rosy rash and smell of death<br />
"a-tishoo!, a-tishoo !" was the sneezing and covering of noses<br />
"We all fall down." as they drew their final gasping breath<br />
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Moses supposes his toeses are roses,<br />
But Moses supposes erroneously,<br />
For nobody's toeses we knowses are roses,<br />
As Moses supposes his toeses to be! <br />
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The curious look to the seasoned heart<br />
Grace seeing wanting<br />
River of love flowing over timeless white sands<br />
Beautifully under heaven<br />
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Meeting on solitary island<br />
In a bay pale blue waters lapping at the shore<br />
Softly filtered sun warming you happily<br />
A tender unbroken kiss is given and returned<br />
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Spiritual shining light creating in Heaven<br />
Grace should not be timely<br />
Seeming wondrously slow<br />
Time is not measured by hours but by eons<br />
As it spools out behind us<br />
Feel the ebb and the flow<br />
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Angels descending from celestial vault<br />
Bringing souls to pour<br />
Filling up brittle clay vessels<br />
Beautifully under heaven<br />
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Child will be born under love under laughter<br />
Grace is somehow always wonderfully coloured<br />
Take the young one let it nourish on dreams<br />
Bringing pure white light to enlighten the world<br />
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<span class="fbPhotoCaptionText">Loch Nessie<br />
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in the highlands of bonny Scotland there lies a murky lake<br />
tis said it hides a strange creature<br />
some say real - some say fake<br />
the locals call her Nessie and she lives in legend and story<br />
monster hunters and scientists have made the old girl their quarry.<br />
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Loch Ness where she lives is very dark and quite deep<br />
at nearly 125 fathoms translates<br />
to an amazing 754 feet<br />
water stained dark as coffee from the tannins of the peat<br />
searchers looking for answers perhaps doomed to defeat<br />
<br />
a plesiosaur is her species - a kind of aquatic dinosaur<br />
worldwide tourists come to Loch Ness<br />
they trudge all around the shore<br />
armed with digital video cameras,they are looking to score<br />
till last frustrated - exasperated they give up on the chore<br />
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mysterious Nessie and I think it is hilariously funny<br />
traveling thousands of miles<br />
giving the locals their money<br />
if her kind have survived unseen all these millions of years<br />
do these fools think the enigma will somehow miraculously appear ?<br />
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........Mitch Fuqua</span></div>seekeroftruthoracleofwisdomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16523614274720335287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2882426043313796605.post-31374853070567040422011-06-27T09:23:00.000-07:002011-06-27T09:23:46.614-07:00The Spider and the Butterfly<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnpU8c8Jcuqwel3LxhXdHPVjQg6AiVdD4NaG27NA0etRfVNtUSYUfqo4IIvSA_T_b1czPeTPQYXWuIQF_Fa1lfls_S6WQ9RiOMfdxV8P_5BMD3Y53sghcqsozmwxp_4PjC3UP8T7zdCgod/s1600/waiting_spider_web1center+fin+FIN.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnpU8c8Jcuqwel3LxhXdHPVjQg6AiVdD4NaG27NA0etRfVNtUSYUfqo4IIvSA_T_b1czPeTPQYXWuIQF_Fa1lfls_S6WQ9RiOMfdxV8P_5BMD3Y53sghcqsozmwxp_4PjC3UP8T7zdCgod/s320/waiting_spider_web1center+fin+FIN.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=185985398096583&set=a.151850394843417.35737.100000553716845&type=1&theater">http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=185985398096583&set=a.151850394843417.35737.100000553716845&type=1&theater</a><br />
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The Spider and the Butterfly <br />
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<span class="fbPhotoCaptionText">the space between your fingers varies, yet mine were created to fill them<br />
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I may be alone in the world, yet you are in my world.<br />
you are my world<br />
you are in me - I am in you<br />
would you like another clue ?<br />
<br />
although the world can be strange and we can be a little weird,<br />
we fell in mutual weirdness that could only be called love.<br />
<br />
your declaration of love meant for my ears was drowned out by<br />
the roar of the whisper in mind<br />
the savage tribal drumming of my heart<br />
the celestial hum of my soul<br />
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truly, The hardest thing you'll ever do - watch one you love, love someone new<br />
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the lesson was learned<br />
the exquisite pleasure of love lasts while it lasts <br />
the candle was burned<br />
the tortuous pain of love remains till you die<br />
the page was turned<br />
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I went to question the master...<br />
"Master, I humbly ask you... enlighten on the nature of love."<br />
he bowed and said, "Love is like a butterfly<br />
it goes where it pleases, it delights wherever it goes...<br />
Love is like a butterfly<br />
if one pursues it, it will flutter away<br />
if one sits very peacefully and<br />
has the patience of the garden spider<br />
it may become web entangled<br />
and there it will stay."<br />
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he walked to the phonograph<br />
put on a record<br />
and from the speaker music began to play...<br />
"and in the end<br />
the love you take<br />
is equal to the love...you make."<br />
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........Mitch Fuqua</span><br />
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<span class="fbPhotoCaptionText"> Lotus Eaters ( lotophagi )</span><br />
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<span class="fbPhotoCaptionText">rising up from the alluvial mud of the Nile<br />
falcon headed Horus looking down with a smile<br />
symbol of rebirth the most beautiful flower<br />
lotus giving placidity, empathy, love and power<br />
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brave Ulysses came upon the eaters of lotus<br />
his men ate thereof and lost of their focus<br />
lost in ecstasy lost in bliss forgetting about home<br />
dreamy eyed chanting mantra Ommmmmmmmm<br />
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sacrament lotus is manna forgotten in time<br />
Egyptians floating blossoms in chaises of wine<br />
in Tutankhamen’s chamber sealed untold ages ago<br />
ancient seeds when planted sprouting to grow<br />
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lotus can lead gently into blessed nirvana<br />
heaven on earth man creates his own karma<br />
highest happiness comes from enlightenment <br />
Creator gives all good to use as sacrament<br />
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realize that true bodhi results from endless questing<br />
using God's sacrament facilitated by ingesting<br />
understanding that everything is in constant flux<br />
satyam or mithya is the nature of the crux <br />
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. .- - - .... . .-.. --- - ..- ... Mitch Fuqua</span></div>seekeroftruthoracleofwisdomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16523614274720335287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2882426043313796605.post-53959888272984470012011-06-27T08:54:00.000-07:002011-06-27T08:54:27.071-07:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">I am posting this here because It seems that I am being CENSORED on Facebook.<br />
Here is the link I was commenting on...<br />
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McKenna was a visionary, not only as an ethnobiologist - shaman, but also because of his "Stoned Ape" hypothesis of human evolution.<br />
( in a nutshell, that man's development of language was a result of his ingestion of "God" - given hallucinogenics ie. { psilocybin } ".<br />
I put "God" in quotation marks because McKenna's own experience with DMT led him to envision "jeweled, self-dribbling basketballs"<br />
or "self-transforming machine elves", suggestive of extra-terrestrial intelligences.<br />
McKenna also developed "Novelty theory", which holds that when the Earth's biosphere has accumulated the critical amount of information, the universe will become sufficiently interconnected to turn into a reality-warping hyperspace.<br />
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This will result in "Singularity", or a tantric union that is the ultimate goal of the universe's existence "the Omega Point".<br />
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As for the unfortunate battle of religious philosophy, I personally believe the point is moot.<br />
In my way of thinking, all the main religions of the world are talking about the same God, no matter if they call S/HE.<br />
The only difference between Jews, Christians and Islamics, is the prophet/s who delivered the message.<br />
Each prophet delivered his message to clearly reach his audience.<br />
The Hindi religion seems to be based an understanding of atomic and sub-atomic principles.<br />
The Buddhists, ( not really a religion, but a philosophy ) have no name for God, they believe that enlightenment comes from within.<br />
I have studied the different religions enough to see the differences and the similarities.<br />
Because of this, I have no name for my "religion". I call myself a "Universalist"<br />
because I don't think that any one religion holds a monopoly on the "TRUTH".<br />
There is a kernel of truth in each one - though some more than others.<br />
If a religion is based in love and compassion then it appeals to me.<br />
If you ever go outside after a long night of "Tripping" and experience the Creator in the myriad<br />
colors as the morning sun illuminates thousands of dew drops clinging to the blades of grass perhaps<br />
you can understand what I am talking about. namaste...<br />
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Duality<br />
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an ancient symbol steeped in Oriental lore<br />
one that has seen by most of us before<br />
what is identified by people as the yin-yang<br />
duality and singularity shown as the same<br />
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the two halves are seen as the division of one<br />
but understanding the nature has only begun<br />
for although divided as is obviously known<br />
each part separated can not stand alone<br />
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form fitting form, each defining the other<br />
the ultimate couple were made for another<br />
separation between them is something tragic<br />
union between them is altogether magick<br />
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as good follows bad - as happy follows sad<br />
right swings to left - left swings to right<br />
as bright light of day flows into pitch black of night<br />
hot turns to cold just as youth must grow old<br />
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this is the cycle and the way it forever must be<br />
like never ending flow of river from mountain to sea<br />
and like all things in nature there's no right and no wrong<br />
value judgments on the universe simply do not belong<br />
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the most awe inspiring part that makes me understand<br />
yin can represent woman and yang can represent man<br />
as they flow into each other - the halves becoming one whole<br />
sublime magick can happen - creation of another living soul<br />
</div>...........Mitch Fuqua</div>seekeroftruthoracleofwisdomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16523614274720335287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2882426043313796605.post-17341674256377979042011-04-22T11:41:00.000-07:002011-04-22T11:41:13.500-07:00CHRISTIANITY, TAO and DUALISM<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMnYtNBgwesjx-l3X-c1vK7sipubF78op5LYSOnuPedRMi6ivnZmnsBqHtipoSwRlaXBmWzm_AxP9obCPDtBXqy5ZQ8B6fD4sA-DrLDHyNKNZ0o8vyOLaxUBn2rT9TAzYzkmxmhy6fKwET/s1600/149010_167885319906591_100000553716845_487038_2259706_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMnYtNBgwesjx-l3X-c1vK7sipubF78op5LYSOnuPedRMi6ivnZmnsBqHtipoSwRlaXBmWzm_AxP9obCPDtBXqy5ZQ8B6fD4sA-DrLDHyNKNZ0o8vyOLaxUBn2rT9TAzYzkmxmhy6fKwET/s320/149010_167885319906591_100000553716845_487038_2259706_n.jpg" width="316" /></a></div><a href="http://www.facebook.com/media/set/fbx/?set=a.151850394843417.35737.100000553716845#%21/photo.php?fbid=167885319906591&set=a.151850394843417.35737.100000553716845&type=1&theater">http://www.facebook.com/media/set/fbx/?set=a.151850394843417.35737.100000553716845#!/photo.php?fbid=167885319906591&set=a.151850394843417.35737.100000553716845&type=1&theater</a><br />
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I am the one, there is none beside me.<br />
I form the light and the darkness<br />
I make the peace, and create evil<br />
Have you ever heard this before ?<br />
Do you have any idea who said this ?<br />
If you have ever read the Bible, you might know that this is from the Book of Isaiah.<br />
I paraphrased it. The actual scripture follows...<br />
Isaiah 45:6 So that from the rising of the sun<br />
to the place of it's setting<br />
men may know there is none beside me.<br />
I am the LORD, and there is no other. <br />
Isaiah 45:7 I form the light and create the darkness,<br />
I make the peace and create evil;<br />
I the LORD do all these things.<br />
Does this confuse you ? How can God create evil ? <br />
Can this possibly be true ?<br />
The answer will probably surprise you. That is because you think in a dualistic way. What does that mean ? It means your brain processes information through Dualism.<br />
Don't feel bad about it, the overwhelming majority of people think exactly the same way.<br />
Let's examine Dualism, shall we ?<br />
I will try to help you understand as well as I can.<br />
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To grossly simplify it, Dualism is<br />
an either / or way of thinking.<br />
Even computers "think" in duality,<br />
unless programmed not to do so.<br />
Computers use binary programs, IE: 1 or 0<br />
As humans we do too. Here are some examples...<br />
Black or White Good or Evil Hot or Cold<br />
Difficult or Easy Right or Wrong Old or New<br />
This is a very easy trap to fall into. It is the way the human mind has developed over the course of evolution, and it has sufficed.<br />
Stop and think about it though,<br />
is this smartest way to examine our world? <br />
Everything is not black or white - is there not gray ?<br />
The same thing can be said of good and evil. Who is without at least a little bit of evil in them ?<br />
Hot and cold...ever heard of lukewarm ?<br />
I think I have made my point. What I am saying in a nutshell is that there are no absolutes.<br />
( I can hear the know-it-all in the back row saying,<br />
"You just made an absolute statement !"<br />
To that person I say that I did<br />
NOT say that there are ABSOLUTELY no absolutes, but you ARE an ABSOLUTE MORON !)<br />
Forgive me dear reader, I digress.<br />
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To deal with this problem of Duality, I suggest that we look at things in a zen-like way.<br />
There is a little white in the black -<br />
There is a little black in the white...<br />
Zen masters see the Duality, they also see the ONE.<br />
The One can be seen as divided -<br />
but even so - it does not cease to be One.<br />
The yin/yang symbol is a good illustration of this,<br />
for although half is black<br />
and half is white, they wrap around each other to form a whole. They are in perfect balance, and each depends on the other to exist.<br />
To draw another analogy,<br />
let us think of Duality as two sides of the same coin...<br />
If one side is painted white<br />
and the other side is painted black..<br />
if you toss it in the air<br />
50% of the time it will land black side up.<br />
The other 50% of the time it will land white side up.<br />
If you spin the coin fast enough it will appear gray.<br />
This is a basic tenant of Tao, (pronounced dow) <br />
an ancient oriental philosophy.<br />
I'm sure you have heard of the Buddhist's desire<br />
to "Be one with everything."<br />
In Taoist thinking we should "see" things as a whole.<br />
We should not "see" the tree, but rather the forest. <br />
We should not "see" ourselves as individuals<br />
but as all of humanity if not the entire planet.<br />
That is why Taoists have such a high regard for ALL life.<br />
We should strive to not dwell on the past,<br />
or worry about the future, but live in the NOW.<br />
We should not be judgmental, but accepting.<br />
The Bible tells us many of the same things...<br />
I can't quote the exact scripture,<br />
but I seem to remember The Bible as saying<br />
we should trust in the Lord,<br />
because the Lord will provide.<br />
We should not judge our fellow man -<br />
that is a job for the Lord.<br />
"Judge not your fellow man<br />
lest ye be judged in the same manner."<br />
Then there is the maddening quote from Isaiah...<br />
I am the one<br />
and there is no other<br />
I am the LORD.<br />
I form the light<br />
and create the darkness,<br />
I make the peace and create evil;<br />
I the LORD do all these things.<br />
CAN I GET A GLORY HALLELUJAH ?!<br />
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One other point I neglected to mention,<br />
another basic idea of zen is that life is like a river.<br />
It flows to the sea. You can not stop the river, the river<br />
make it's way regardless of how you try to obstruct it.<br />
It will simply go around the obstacle.<br />
That is why we should not try to fight the river,<br />
but behave as leaves floating on the surface.<br />
This is what it means to "go with the flow."<br />
I hope you can see the wisdom of this axiom.<br />
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Namaste', love, light, and peace to you and yours...<br />
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...........Mitch Fuqua</a></div><br />
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