It is my daily prayer and ardent endeavor as a volunteer teacher assistant,
to help at least one child each day, tear down walls of trepidation, and discover, that there is absolutely nothing, no nothing, if they are willing and believing, that they cannot ultimately learn.
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Most of the parameters that we set, are formed with a duality from end to end, such as, black & white, right & wrong, good & evil, strong & weak, or receive & send.
Yet it's the shades or degrees that lie in between, that may approach the infinite, where little is absolute or guaranteed.
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Live life like the waters of
a river, it never stops flowing
because of the obstacles in
it’s path.
It adjusts, going over, under
or around continuing its
journey.
by Zyrool
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“Quotes, proverbs, and wise sayings are fragments of wisdom that, when gathered, build the castle of enlightenment.” ? Aloo Denish Obiero
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Success is the achievement of creating substance where there is nothingness.
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The bible speaks of clay...I guess, made of sand-castles, eventually washed away by tide would work in the same context. Fortunately, body is only our carriage of descent, carrying substance of Spirit-omnipotent.
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Nothing ever comes entirely to rest, the decay of death into memory into myth a prime example. Whatever only true for the moment of successful application. Absolute Truth is Faith~ Omnipotent.
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Love is an artist, painting souls with colors unseen by casual observers. - Aloo Denish Obiero
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Does your sight show you a light at the end of a tunnel, or just the darkness to obscure your vision where you stand ?
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To see is one thing. To observe what you see is another. To understand from what you observe is yet another. To learn from what you understand is still something else. But, to act on what you learn is all that matters.
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Love...or absence of love, is all powerful. Atomic weapons can annihilate the body...but only love can make or break a spirit.
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Love opens the door to and for Sorrow. The choice is Sorrow’s direction. Of course, interpretation is also poetically open, dear Poet. From observation, like Love, Sorrow adores company, like Love, Sorrow is not averse to sharing its cage with numbers of other Sorrows, all requiring to be fed, they eventually have their fill and leave, spreading their wings for Lighter realms.(Leanne Lovejoy-Burton as LadyLabyrinth)
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Love opens the door to and for Sorrow. The choice is Sorrow’s direction. Of course, interpretation is also poetically open, dear Poet. From observation, like Love, Sorrow adores company, like Love, Sorrow is not averse to sharing its cage with numbers of other Sorrows, all requiring to be fed, they eventually have their fill and leave, spreading their wings for Lighter realms.
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In one aspect, poetry must live in you if to become living-word, imagery appealing animately to the heart soul of self and others -- on the other hand, art, and its production, can never be substituted for one's humanity. Duty to God.
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Few standards or principles are seen as absolute. Exception and compromise exist in sculpting a final form.
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Hail fellow, speak what you believe
and watch your deeds, lest you deceive
by conduct, values you profess.
Caprice, says spider, spins in stress
a whimsy-web, not worth the weave.
from my poem WHAT WHIMSY WEBS WE WEAVE, posted at Poetry Soup
Reason A. Poteet
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Our history tends to record summary chapters, while the detailed plots may remain hidden or obscured.
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No one escapes their words. Like spiderwebs and flypaper. Eternal entanglement.
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"A curious thing I’ve observed in life, in the world. There is a profound duality that exists. A rule of twos: Yin and yang, hot and cold, light and dark." from the poem "Twos" by Max Burchett
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"A little something I observed, and now I know, sometimes small things make all the difference." from the poem "Small Things" by Max Burchett
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Poetry is another language to carry the psyche through the various dimensions of dark and light. It is an abstract built-in mechanism for most poets/musicians whether they write limericks, long tomes, or lyrics, to cope with living and the measures of existing, life and death, love, loss, to understand, to make sense, to find answers, to "feel".
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“We're all just walking, talking blobs of Earth.”
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We are all books, poems, songs, abstract and not so abstract art walking, the pages and chapters immersive and crowded.
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We are all books, poems, songs, abstract and not so abstract art walking, the pages and chapters immersive and crowded.
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We are made of God substance, the light of His Will our spiritual star and navigation. We travel from and back to God, but never separate of God, the only imagined dim of nurturing relationship, is man's conscious denial -- the anarchy of dark delusion.
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We must let go: of pain, sorry -- even joys and strengths. Life was never about gathering...but all about letting go. Everything we recognize as physical, is a superficial substitute, the construct of fallen will. To become like Christ is not to abandon oneself in favor of a greater ego...but to see one's offspring reflection in the loving eyes of God bidding us to take rightful dominion -- Welcome home my beloved.
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Time ... is an abstract construct, measured by the calendar and clock. Yet its essence is still elusive, with a past and future that holds the present to unlock.
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What do we know of God, or surmise? Aware of everything, infinite beyond time and space as generally understood. Omnipotent, no need to duplicate anything exactly, seemingly obsessed with our individuality, yet with a definite preference toward Pure Love -- His self-essence proliferating endlessly.
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You have probably made yourself too present for others if you observe that they begin to disregard and take advantage of you. Be less present and more absent.
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Perfect the tactic of utilising absence to raise interest, and when interest has gotten really high, you release your idea.
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