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The notion that seeing things anew was always more of a metaphor than a fact of life, or so I thought; but being hopelessly myopic had been at best a restriction that, over time, was something I had become accustomed to. Little did I know how much it had effected my perceptions about so many things.
The first thing I would reach for in the morning were my glasses, usually very expensive and so thick that I could never hope to get frames that were fashionable. Everything was so out of focus that when my vision worsened I had no clue what was happening until I started noticing... (more)
The Stream, it seems Has quite a cast of characters, As it gleams, in the early morning sun
As the dew drips down, Down to the ground And onto an ant, on a mound, As he carries a leaf further down, along the path, Where his Queen, is eternally bound To her destined Ova–lasted mourning
The slug crawls ever closer, to his home Under a large, smooth rock, round, Half embedded in the ground, Amongst the mud, rising, near the mound A place of shade, in a glade, Somewhere common, all around
Below the surface, of the stream, As it glitters so clear so clean Little bubbles to the... (more)
Borne upon the Aquahung Siwanoy hunt for sport and game Token embers of fires past Seasons gone forsaken voice Of mindful nights’ soft whisper Heavy drops of Rananchqua tears
Siwanoy of the native land Bidding to its bleakest hour Hear the call of currents course Summoning bode of Lenape doom Nocturnal seasons, passing bloom
Keskeskeck of firstborn tongue Forged among Times changing force Beckons taut from gain or form Of foreign steps upon its source Hailing reign, deceptive shimmer Forgotten waters of Bronck’s river.(more)
I had been burdened by a series of overwhelming events requiring an introspective journey so consuming that it compelled me to withdraw further into my cave, painted a shade of pastel blue mixed with gray to evoke the tranquility of the sky from a mountain top as the passage into night approached. It was somewhere here, within the disappearing sunlight that I found the color I sought to landscape my retreat, an abode of serentity to focus my thoughts and build emotional strength when faced with turmoil, and perhaps attract divine inspiration that could help negotiate the storm I knew was approaching.... (more)
Although a freeloader is usually referred to as “a good for nothing bum” who extends flimsy excuses for being a non contributing member of society, dependency usually marks their lives, often judged worthless by those on whom they rely. Try and observe them without judgment, a difficult task to accomplish, and they usually reveal anxiety and a lack of self confidence when it comes to independent action or dealing with consequences.
Often, from some one else’s perspective, they can appear manipulating in their helplessness, controlling the situation by pushing all the... (more)
Even if what is seen, viewed from one’s location in space, is clearly visible, only the surface that distance allows makes it identifiable. It is what one thinks it is: a shiny dot that glows. Approaching it will not alter perspective much unless one is traveling faster then the speed of light, allowing other characteristics of what there is to see to be closer and observable.
From space, a dot is also an accurate way to describe a location and a destination. Movement towards it will not effect its shape because the distance will still be too great to see it as anything... (more)
The notion that existence is a series of multiple lifetimes filled with experiences connected by individuality, moving spirally in overlapping cycles, can be, to some, a threatening thought. If people only live once, then they need not waste time thinking about what was done in a past life, especially when the range may include some reprehensible acts.
Clues of the inner struggle of good and evil are often revealed by dreams, fantasies and thoughts, although it is difficult to listen to their hidden message without editing the meaning if they are strictly measured by The Ten... (more)
In the film, Butterfield 8 (1960), there is a tense moment when Elizabeth Taylor who portrays Gloria Wandrous shouts in a confrontational outburst with her mother. “Mama, face it, I’m the slut of all time.” A moment of clarity from a woman who was judged “loose,” or perhaps it reflected one persons attempt to live a passionate life without the constraints of guilt.
Many scientists question whether the guarantee of confidentiality and anonymity are enough to get people to answer inquiries about sex, honestly. Usually, the most unconventional of fantasies, the thoughts... (more)
At the turn of the Twentieth Century, the most common cause of death was from infectious diseases, such as Pneumonia, Tuberculosis and Influenza. Infant mortality was high worldwide and the treatment for sexually transmitted diseases such as Syphilis was almost non-existent. With the development of Penicillin, subsequent antibiotics and vaccinations for diseases such as Polio, in the early part of the century, everything changed. Life span increased and the “mechanical diseases”, such as Heart Disease and Cancer, became the leading cause of death.
Currently, we have come full... (more)
Although “the final surrender” is frequently used as a reference to the moment when life ends, it is not necessarily about death; change, when it finally occurs, is a process of surrendering that evolves from a physical, mental and spiritual convergence so compelling that it defies description.
The best that can be achieved is learning how to articulate what is experienced on as many levels as possible so that what is being expressed can be identified by others with familiarity that rings true in their own lives.
Putting one’s self in someone’s shoes, a difficult... (more)