46 results for 'truth'
... is another man success and the common man shudders. Yes, he shudders because he never wishes to be among the punctuated write ups of journals, where among few inverted comas, he would find his name. His honor can be ripped off by the punctuating tapestry of journalistic lingo, which holds a dubious distinction of distorting the facts with conniving forces of evils. The common man shudders.
And when from the inverted comas of his wisdom the common man weighs the drafted words of an editor, he refuses to shudder, he knows the truth and that’s when he says; BEWARE OF A COMMON MAN.(more)
Being tender, open and "real" is beautiful...I do question why many people are unable to live with this part of their soul...instead living to be what others expect them to be... It is our most sacred gift from God. When your heart and soul are open, you leave your ego behind. It no longer matters what insignificant "should be, should not be, probably was, probably wasn't" ...is entering into your thoughts. If we are aware, we will always redirect our thoughts and heart to a higher place...And yes, I pray everyday to be able to live my life in this way...Sometimes I am successful... (more)
... made in the past and those being made at the moment, discerning them and learning.
Learning can happen without having to experience the actions contemplated. Watching my fellow companions walk in the light, or walking away, brings an illustration to my lessons. In either case, light is important. When walking away, the light shows the way back. When walking into it, it shows the way to stay in it. Come my shadow, let me watch you carefully, letting your blackened representation be a guide to the truth and bringing assurance of my direction.
First written in opinionsofeye.com(more)
From the oblivion, the transcript of existence appears in its most complete form and he at the very first sight understood the depth of creation. He is calm and knowing now the purpose of his existence. He is composed; knows now, that no one can belittle him; no one can traumatize him with unjust accusation of irrelevance. He is thinking that how come he is given a raw deal from the quarters of expectation and he realizes that it was bound to happen. No reason or any answers are required from smoldering destruction; he pulls out his soul smeared with scars. Tears in its own time always help... (more)
When it comes to the Big Issues, like religion, sex, politics, and, for sake of a Fourth Horseman, sports, truth is, well, not true. Except from the perspective of the speaker. So it should really be no surprise to hear the new levels of hyperbole and hypocrisy we are getting from the various encampments these days. Even those fields of endeavor, like science, that seek real facts as the basis for managing our cultures and lives have been twisted beyond recognition to meet the needs of the yahoos currently beating the rest of us over our heads all in service to their righteous indignation.... (more)
You are not like every cliche repeated often till meaning dies You are like brilliant truth, revealing my weakness for your body You are not like a rose whose fragrance and guarded beauty is an honorable mention You are like the smell of a thousand pines calling and seducing me to lay in your arms You are not like an angel whose wings carried you to me from afar Your are like mischievous devils whose temptations take me from fantasy to reality You are not like a song, a tune sung over and over, children clapping their hands You are like the sounds of waves, crashing your sexuality over... (more)
...within his heart will sojourn so long.
Yesterday’s laughter, he can recall merely.
For tomorrow he will face life solely,
In search of the lost home, where he belong,
Waiting for someone to lift him up along,
To feel the love he desire and smile truly.
What people see in him is a mask of mirth,
As after everyone leaves, fadeth to sorrow,
Disguising a lost soul against the cold.
And those lamping eyes hold pains since birth,
Of scorn and denial, truths’ overthrow,
Hoping someday, veracities will be told.(more)
...her innocence cried, she understood the madness of the world; outside the precinct of her mother she encountered a different world.With harsh vagaries of life, her chirping existence weaned and the boisterous charm of a young lady vanished into a thin air. She was lynched and the circumstantial truth weaved farcically, the tortuous moments. The day truth made her cry; she realized that, she is far away from her mothers lap.Long spells of torturous moments with the passage of time, turned as earned dividends of her life. Whenever she tried to barter the deal for peace, the benefactors... (more)
They say there’s a seed buried eastward
Beneath the hills,
Hidden under dirt and snow
Dark, the seed that shall not grow
Truth written in the DNA
Of the thing that may decay
Will this seed bear fruit or weed?
Westward eyes prey to find
Answers frozen in a season of reason
One cannot retrieve
Without the seed of the East
On the river’s shore
The ebb and flow
Through the days and night
Might offer this frosted seed life
Dark seed breathes
In heart... (more)
... life’s work. It was quite overwhelming to be seated in Sydney’s Town Hall as Chomsky was invited to the stage to give his lecture. As he humbly walked up to meet the crowd one-by-one everyone stood to welcome the man with a rare quality in today’s society – an inability to sacrifice the truth. There was no false humility, no waving of hands, not even a “thanks” Chomsky had a message to tell us, and without another word he launched into a story, the sickening and horrifying true stories of the many who have died needlessly at the hands of insanity.
The lecture, which will ... (more)