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Revenge-Wisdom Snippets From Peter.

Desolation

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I do not practice revenge or retaliation, it’s just too risky; in the long term, as with mirrors, they always return my image to me. Sometimes with distortive force! Revenge and retaliation are the evil twins of their mother, desolation.

Throughout my life I have regularly set about changing my habits; detrimental for wholesome, and wholesome for better. It gives me the feeling of a brand new life.

Learning to shape my life into what is wholesome, has paid me handsomely. Just as dunes in the wind and sand with the tides.

Bending in the wind has benefitted my life enormously. I have lost a lot more by being resistant and inflexible.

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Weekly Words of Wisdom-The Dandelions.

Dandelions

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Learn From The Dandelions

Looking out my window, I see hundreds of Dandelion seeds blown off the mother flowers into the wind. These float as lost and unsure of which way to go, sometimes shooting upward, sometimes downward. They have no fear, though, as their Guide, the wind, knows how to lead them to their destination. The seeds yield to the way of their Guide. Shouldn’t you and I do the same and surrender to our Guide?

Strange though it may seem, It has taken many years for me to grasp this principle of yielding to my Guide. Understanding this principle was easier than trying to apply it in my life, I’m sure you know what I mean.

While I was gazing at all the little yellow sticky notes surrounding my desk area, an idea came to me. Why not put a sticky note in my mind? I realize this may sound a little off the wall, but I felt it was worth a try.

If my Guide (who lives inside me) says it works, who am I to question the issue?

The next move was how I set about placing a sticky note into my mind. A reminder that will appear at an appropriate moment, just when I need it.

Have you ever tried focusing on something often enough, and eventually, it forms an image in your mind? So this is what I did after my Guide prompted me. Hey-Ho, sticky note, here we go!

In my following morning’s meditation time, I stuck the sticky note onto my mental vision board. Since then, I consciously see the little yellow message in front of me. When I become anxious about a particular event occurring in my life, I see the sticky note in my mind. I then allow myself to yield to my Guide. This arrangement never fails me.

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Trail of Wilderness

Medieval Prose by sirpeterjames.com

Youth in Wilderness

Along the trail of wilderness wandered I ,my heart did cry, who am, I who am I?

Yet no reply, no reply came to my reporte. Yet did the wind call in its flight yonder.

Is this the voice I seek, the voice of my thoughtse? Nay, surely not; the wind is but a knave seeking willful sporte.

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Children

 

Children

Harry Martinson 1931

 

A group of children play here – the wind cleans the sky,

the clouds dance.

Someone flings rocks, someone helps an ant home,

someone throws the hazel spear through a spider’s web;harry Martinson

Some caress lovingly – a boy and girl,

explore the skin’s smoothness, blush red,

feel giddiness, kiss with red mouths.

The wind cleans the sky, the trees sway,

The children dance in unison – in group ecstasy.

Male and female buds live on the trees;

from the same trunk they emanate all around.

The wind, the wind! The Children, the children!

Don’t bring Lenin in here, don’t bring Ramakrishna,

Come with humility

Learn the important improvisations of wildness.

New origins are born with each child.

Come! the sea murmurs

Almost wild children – a thousand possibilities

Play marbles on the shore.

 

‘The Procession of Memories’

Selected Poems 1929-1945

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