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Just as your about to delve deep into that luscious seductive moan about the world, have a look at this video, then go outside and enjoy life, it soon passes…..xxx
NEVER GIVE UP
6 days ago
The degree you are intimate with the unwanted within, is the degree that you are able to be intimate with another.
If you have not provided shelter for the darkness inside you, how will you ever hold the darkness of the Beloved?
Now is the time,
to remember that which really matters.
Do not threat over the shimmering future
Or regret the ashes from the past.
They are distractions from the task at hand.
To love more deeply,
to hold fiercely to this present moment.
Is our greatest gift.
This life is like a flash of lightning,
a dewdrop on a blade of grass.
as the wind rushes through the trees.
Don’t waste time hating and debating,
stand strong in your giving,
for the heart has no edge
no boundary or end.
Let it be a garden,
for every flower,
in all its wild flavour.
Let the whole world grow
even as others,
curl in despair.
is not a plant
compassion is its cure.
Understand any hatred,
it only comes,
from a fear
of being loved.
In the end,
love is your only companion,
share that with
all that you meet
Opinions are just like flickers of light,
they pass by,
they are like clouds
in the wide open sky
Watch the curling,
don’t let it burn down
the whole village
In this moment
there is always an opening
for in the end
we have no idea of the next step
Watch how the storm
makes way for the sunshine
how the forest fire
gives birth to new life
there is no light
Everything has its time
in the end.
Deja Hu ...
Note from a local postman:
As some of you are aware. I'm a postman. we deliver your parcel and letters.
what you are not aware is. we are classed as keyworkers through these terrible times.
Royalmail have offered us. To become a emergency service for the public. if things get worse. your postman could be delivering healthcare products and food. and even medical.
All that's asked from the public is.
1) Think about safety first. for yours and the postman.
2) if you see a postman coming towards your door. please (DO NOT OPEN YOUR DOOR.) We will sign your parcels and letter for you. we will leave a parcel,food or medication on your doorstep and then knock. give the postman enough time to step away from the door.
3) if you are already outside your house. go inside or step away 2 metres from your postmen. please do not approach your postman. if we tell you to stop and back off, or close your door. don't feel offended. we are only trying to help protect you from this Virus.
(LETS BEAT IT TOGETHER)
Ps: Here are some newborn lambs on the South Downs this evening.... ...
Royal Mail needs to refuse to handle junk mail now. There’s loads still coming through my door. Now we know the virus can stay on paper/cardboard for hours it’s creating unnecessary risk, not least for the posties!
Wow Tim sure that will be very much appreciated x
I agree, stop all junk mail.
Thanks for continuing to deliver !
Cutest ickle lambs ☀️ nature continues... ☯️
Thank you for all you are continuing to do
Refuse Junk Mail Royal Mail
mark Mark Coleman 父
Tz’utuzil shamans say the Village Heart can grow a brand-new World House if it is well-dressed in the layered clothing of each indigenous soul's magic sound, ancestral songs, and indigenous ingenuity.
The wrecked landscape of our World House could sprout a renewed world, but a new language has to be found. We can't make the old world come alive again, but from its old seeds, the next layer could sprout.
This new language would have to grow from the indigenous hearts we all have hidden. It shouldn't be the tongue of oneness, not one language, not a computer tongue of homogenization, but a diverse, beautiful, badly made thing whose flimsiness and inefficiency force people to sing together to keep it well-spoken and sung into life over and over again, so that nobody forgets to remember.
We need to find gorgeous, unsellable, ritual words to reanimate, remeasure, rebuild, and replaster the ruined, depressed flatness left by the hollow failure of this mechanized, orphaned culture.
For this, we need all peoples: our poets, our shamans, our dreamers, our youth, our elders, our women, our men, our ancestors, and our real old memories from before we were people. We live in a kind of dark age, craftily lit with synthetic light, so that no one can tell how dark it has really gotten. But our exiled spirits can tell.
Deep in our bones resides an ancient, singing couple who just won't give up making their beautiful, wild noise. The world won't end if we can find them.
Martin Prechtel ...
A beautiful reminder of whats most important in these times.
Remember its due to the forest fire
that new life comes.
The storm clears the husky sky.
Each thing has its time.
Life and death are never ending.
This moment is all you ever have!
The soft and subtle are
the companions of life.
The Stiff and unyielding
are the companions of death.
Surrender brings perfection.
and the whole universe is yours.
He does not compete,
so none competes with him.
Such a being rides
upon the clouds
and enters the sun.