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~My 200th post~

~today’s poetry~

Billy Jack movies …begin with the song, One Tin Soldier, a inspirational song that seems to seep into the soul as it begins to climax. The song’s story is as strong as the music itself.

One Tin Soldier Billy Jck version

One tin soldier” in the form of a story

(song/film clip,…click to view/listen @ YouTube)

I’ll post the lyrics as a poem for the day.

One Tin Soldier (The Legend of Billy Jack) (the lyrics)

by Dennis Lambert & Brian Potter, performed by The Original Caste (1970)
This song was performed by Jinx Dawson and Coven in the movie “Billy Jack” (1971)
One Tin Soldier

Listen, children, to a story
That was written long ago,
‘Bout a kingdom on a mountain
And the valley-folk below.

On the mountain was a treasure
Buried deep beneath the stone,
And the valley-people swore
They’d have it for their very own.

Go ahead and hate your neighbor,
Go ahead and cheat a friend.
Do it in the name of Heaven,
You can justify it in the end.
There won’t be any trumpets blowing
Come the judgment day,
On the bloody morning after….
One tin soldier rides away.

So the people of the valley
Sent a message up the hill,
Asking for the buried treasure,
Tons of gold for which they’d kill.

Came an answer from the kingdom,
“With our brothers we will share
All the secrets of our mountain,
All the riches buried there.”

Go ahead and hate your neighbor,
Go ahead and cheat a friend.
Do it in the name of Heaven,
You can justify it in the end.
There won’t be any trumpets blowing
Come the judgment day,
On the bloody morning after….
One tin soldier rides away.

Now the valley cried with anger,
“Mount your horses! Draw your sword!”
And they killed the mountain-people,
So they won their just reward.

Now they stood beside the treasure,
On the mountain, dark and red.
Turned the stone and looked beneath it…
“Peace on Earth” was all it said.

Go ahead and hate your neighbor,
Go ahead and cheat a friend.
Do it in the name of Heaven,
You can justify it in the end.
There won’t be any trumpets blowing
Come the judgment day,
On the bloody morning after….
One tin soldier rides away.


…One tin soldier rides away.

Billy Jack has always been a favorite movie of mine and I could make a whole post on that alone, (if ever there should be a re-make of a movie, Billy Jack would be my vote) but for now I wanted to post this song since I heard it the other day and it hit me that it is inspirational in itself and perfect for my 200th post.

On the mountain was a treasure…

…”Peace on Earth“… was all it said.



Once upon a time, there was a king who ruled a prosperous country. One day, he went for a trip to some distant areas of his country. When he was back at his palace, he complained that his feet were very painful, because it was the first time that he went for such a long trip, and the road that he went through was very rough and stony. He then ordered his people to cover every road of the entire country with leather. Definitely, this would need thousands of cows’ skin, and would cost a huge amount of money.

Then one of his wise servants dared himself to tell the king, “Why do you have to spend that unnecessary amount of money ? Why don’t you just cut a little piece of leather to cover your feet ?”

The king was surprised, but he later agreed to his suggestion, to make a “shoe” for himself.

Moral: There is actually a valuable lesson of life in this story : to make this world a happy place to live, you better change yourself – your heart; and not the world.


…change the way you look at things, and the things you look at change… Jane Derry – Effective and intuitive counselor, helping people untangle their lives to clarity and peace of mind.

Zen Ghost Story (about change)

 A man’s jealous wife was very ill. Before the woman died, she made her husband promise that he would remain ever faithful to her even after death. “If you betray me, I will come back to haunt you!”

The man kept his promise for one year. Then he met, fell in love, and proposed to another woman. On the very night of the engagement, the ghost of his former wife appeared. The spirit angrily berated her husband, and told him she would show up every night if he did not cancel the upcoming wedding. The grim spirit showed up night after night and mockingly told the poor man of every thing he and his fiancé had done during their day together. The ghost even knew what they had eaten and talked about. The man became afraid to go to bed. He was falling apart.

In despair, the fellow went to a Zen master for help. The master listened to the story very seriously. He said, “This is a very cunning ghost!”

“Yes!” cried the man, “she knows everything I do, she watches me all day long, and taunts me with the details”.

The master replied, “I will tell you what to do to break the spell and let your jealous dead wife’s spirit rest in peace.” That night when the ghost reappeared, the man followed the master’s instructions.

He told the ghost, “Cruel Spirit! You follow me around all day, and know everything I do. If you are so smart, then answer my one question. If you know the answer, I will remain a bereaved and lonely widower for the rest of my life.”

The ghost answered, “What is your question?”

The man scooped up a handful of beans from a large bag on the floor. “Tell me exactly how many beans there are in my hand.”

In that moment, the ghost disappeared and never returned.

Moral: (my interpretation of course) I felt this was a story about those who feel the need to control things. Those who feel they know everything and in this case possessive. Confront them with a question they can not answer and you have shattered their reality. If you click the link above and read the article that goes with this story, it is derived that the story is to make you think outside the box and promote contemplation.


may the winds of change be graceful to you


(this looks like my back yard)

I watch this river
flow every day

placidly drifting
with the current’s sway.

The water always
seems the glassy same

but I know it’s not,
yesterday’s rolled away.

A day again dawned
as it does everyday

rolling in like a river
the same different day.



have a great day

The Blue Heron of White Rock creek
is large, majestic and mystique
in unison with man it takes it’s stand

A harmony of song birds and rippled water
hypnotic stare across the river’s brightening
the day breaks and starts a new!

A silhouette as common as each morn
ancient golden eyes of a Blue Heron born
with a black crown feather torn

Permanent perch on a lone stump mid river
black and still as a statue
wisdom waiting with its beak to the east

Each morning I gaze in an awakening to the world
first I check the river for soft or fast swirls
then the Heron, my sentry on a watery field

Clear sky morns or winters cold gray scorn
feathers fluffed and head at chest
this Heron’s home, perch, post, nest

I can’t quite recall when this bird first appeared
everyday since its been starting its day here
all is right in the world when I see this Heron

This little spot on earth, our mornings sharing
If tomorrow starts with out me
I know there will be the River and a ‘Blue’ Heron





have a tranquil day


One day Solomon decided to humble Benaiah ben Yehoyada, his most trusted minister. He said to him, “Benaiah, there is a certain ring that I want you to bring to me. I wish to wear it for Sukkot which gives you six months to find it.”

“If it exists anywhere on earth, your majesty,” replied Benaiah, “I will find it and bring it to you, but what makes the ring so special?”

“It has magic powers,” answered the king. “If a happy man looks at it, he becomes sad, and if a sad man looks at it, he becomes happy.” Solomon knew that no such ring existed in the world, but he wished to give his minister a little taste of humility.

Spring passed and then summer, and still Benaiah had no idea where he could find the ring. On the night before Sukkot, he decided to take a walk in one of he poorest quarters of Jerusalem. He passed by a merchant who had begun to set out the day’s wares on a shabby carpet. “Have you by any chance heard of a magic ring that makes the happy wearer forget his joy and the broken-hearted wearer forget his sorrows?” asked Benaiah.

He watched the grandfather take a plain gold ring from his carpet and engrave something on it. When Benaiah read the words on the ring, his face broke out in a wide smile.

That night the entire city welcomed in the holiday of Sukkot with great festivity. “Well, my friend,” said Solomon, “have you found what I sent you after?” All the ministers laughed and Solomon himself smiled.

To everyone’s surprise, Benaiah held up a small gold ring and declared, “Here it is, your majesty!” As soon as Solomon read the inscription, the smile vanished from his face. The jeweler had written three Hebrew letters on the gold band: “gimel, zayin, yud”, which began the words “Gam zeh ya’avor” — “This too shall pass.”

At that moment Solomon realized that all his wisdom and fabulous wealth and tremendous power were but fleeting things, for one day he would be nothing but dust.


Moral; All things will pass, our problems, our sorrow, our joy and even us in general. Even the Sun and the Moon will one day pass. So, do not be discourage long, it is in our nature to endure such emotions but remember they too will pass.

King Solomon’s Ring


The Bible states that God appeared before Solomon and asked Solomon, “What do you want?”

Solomon answered, “Give me wisdom and knowledge so that I may lead these people…”

 God said to Solomon, “Since this is your heart’s desire and you have not asked for wealth, possessions or honor, nor for the death of your enemies, and since you have not asked for a long life but for wisdom and knowledge to govern my people over whom I have made you king, therefore wisdom and knowledge will be given you. And I will also give you wealth, possessions and honor, such as no king who was before you ever had and none after you will have.”


Song of Soloman 8:67

Love is as Strong as Death

its jealousy unyielding as the grave

it burns like blazing fire,

like a mighty flame

Many waters cannot quench love

rivers cannot wash it away!


may your days be filled with wisdom

The Cold With-in

author unknown

Six humans trapped by happenstance
In black and bitter cold.
Each one possessed a stick of wood,
Or so the story’s told.

Their dying fire in need of logs,
The first woman held hers back
For on the faces around the fire,
She noticed one was black.

The next man looking cross the way
Saw one not of his church,
And couldn’t bring himself to give
The fire his stick of birch.

The third man sat in tattered clothes;
He gave his coat a hitch.
Why should his log be put to use
To warm the idle rich?

The rich man just sat back and thought
Of the wealth he had in store.
And how to keep what he had earned
From the lazy poor.

The black man’s face bespoke revenge
As the fire passed from his sight,
For all he saw in his stick of wood
Was a chance to spite the white.

And the last man of this forlorn group
Did naught except for gain.
Giving only to those who gave
Was how he played the game.

The logs held tight in death’s still hands
Was proof of human sin.
They didn’t die from the cold without,
They died from the cold within.


moral: Greed is a seed that grows, if you reep what you sow then plant a harvest of good morals. I have learned through wordpress that sharing is a wonderful thing. I have learned much through reading others that are willing to share their thoughts and emotions, their stories nd their wisdom.



there is a fire in us all, that which burns, a yearning, a desire, a fire

love is sharing your flame of passion and desires

greed is that which steals them away


we are all little fish caught in the current of life


Wolves of the World

Cunning teeth feast
frenzied ownership of flesh and bone
lapping life without gratitude
scrapping for scraps
to bare fearful fangs
for dominance which is not debatable
without being bitten by confrontation

Wolves will not only snarl
at their own, packed
similar to a can of sardines
on a patch of grass pinned by boundaries,
in the land of the free

Where minds and time divided
the checkerboard cracks
in the Earth’s crust
like a dried up lake bed,
that awaits the day it rains
and the land will become one

Will they find serenity
in a mountain vision
gazing at a sky scraper sky line
or the tranquility of an orchard grove
where vehicles are lined
on uni-lateral roads
barking like angered coyotes

Beautiful fluffy pure white clouds
float over the wolves dens
mirrored in glass, seventy stories high
pollution and progress
nipping at the heels
of nature’s balance

A multitude of horizons
may never ‘run’ together
too many perspectives
howling at the moon
from hungry teeth’s need
the meek will be victims
of another’s survival or greed
marking their boundaries
the Wolves of the World


by Art~… 2005


I would like to thank Pommi for the Versitile blogger award nomination. bows (~_~) humble, back to the grind, will be working the next four days so, be good, be kind but most of all be happy.

have a quality day

The Elephant rope

As a man was passing the elephants, he suddenly stopped, confused by the fact that these huge creatures were being held by only a small rope tied to their front leg. No chains, no cages. It was obvious that the elephants could, at anytime, break away from their bonds but for some reason, they did not.

He saw a trainer nearby and asked why these animals just stood there and made no attempt to get away. “Well,” trainer said, “when they are very young and much smaller we use the same size rope to tie them and, at that age, it’s enough to hold them. As they grow up, they are conditioned to believe they cannot break away. They believe the rope can still hold them, so they never try to break free.”

The man was amazed. These animals could at any time break free from their bonds but because they believed they couldn’t, they were stuck right where they were.

Moral:  Like the elephants, how many of us go through life hanging onto a belief that we cannot do something, simply because we failed at it once before?

Failure is part of learning; we should never give up the struggle in life.


Illusioned by Art~ 2005

I sat and watched as the stationary sun rise
one vision from two eyes
a black sky turned to blue
a rainbow of colors
the sky went through

I saw a cloud that look like a fish
shooting star make a wish
there was a flower in open bloom
living beauty I plucked
for a closer view

I heard the chipmunks morning chatter
echo off the mountain sadder
a rainbow grew across the sky
the forest dew drop shower
began to subside

I saw a black cloud swiftly go by
a bunch of birds together fly
I saw my relection in a still pool
some where behind the face
is an illusion of you… myself


 food for thought


Limitations, you’ll never know what they are until you test them.



I do come shackled with whatever people think I am.

Know your limitations, then defy them 

 until you spread your wings
you’ll have no idea how far you can walk

UnShackle the Mind and Live to your Fullest Potential

have a quality day

The Japanese have always loved fresh fish. But the waters close to Japan have not held many fish for decades. So to feed the Japanese population, fishing boats got bigger and went farther than ever.

 The farther the fishermen went, the longer it took to bring in the fish. If the return trip took more than a few days, the fish were not fresh. The Japanese did not like the taste. To solve this problem, fishing companies installed freezers on their boats. They would catch the fish and freeze them at sea. Freezers allowed the boats to go farther and stay longer. However, the Japanese could taste the difference between fresh and frozen and they did not like frozen fish. The frozen fish brought a lower price.

So fishing companies installed fish tanks. They would catch the fish and stuff them in the tanks, fin to fin. After a little thrashing around, the fish stopped moving. They were tired and dull, but alive. Unfortunately, the Japanese could still taste the difference. Because the fish did not move for days, they lost their fresh-fish taste. The Japanese preferred the lively taste of fresh fish, not sluggish fish. So how did Japanese fishing companies solve this problem? How do they get fresh-tasting fish to Japan? If you were consulting the fish industry, what would you recommend?

How Japanese Fish Stay Fresh: To keep the fish tasting fresh, the Japanese fishing companies still put the fish in the tanks. But now they add a small shark to each tank. The shark eats a few fish, but most of the fish arrive in a very lively state. The fish are challenged.

Moral; Have you realized that some of us are also living in a pond but most of the time tired & dull, so we need a Shark in our life to keep us awake and moving? Basically in our lives Sharks are new challenges to keep us active and lively….. The more intelligent, persistent and competent you are, the more you enjoy a challenge.

  If your challenges are the correct size, and if you are steadily conquering those challenges, you are Conqueror. You think of your challenges and get energized. You are excited to try new solutions. You have fun. You are alive!

food for thought

The games now are nothing like when I was growing up. Play Stations, Wii and kids skateboarding on handrails. The games are challenging and filled with puzzles like mazes and shooting galleries that work on a memory based play, remembering where you got killed on your last try, is a far more challenging experience than the old chess, checkers, monopoly games. Of course the physical games of baseball, football and basketball are still exhilarating. Do something challenging and see if you don’t feel more alive. Of course some of these video games can be frustrating. (grin) But if you are saying to yourself, “I am bored!” Then perhaps you need to be challenged. (as if life isn’t challenging enough)

 Mark Twain

“I thoroughly disapprove of duels. If a man should challenge me, I would take him kindly and forgivingly by the hand and lead him to a quiet place and kill him.” 

Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn’t do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.

always set the trail, never follow the path


The Zen Trials

by Art~

my zen gets tested everyday
what is zen? work or play

is the glass half full
or is it half empty
I look and I see
that I have plenty

I see the dog has no patience
when it comes to eating
devouring my shoe, I pat his head
rather than give him a beating

the water faucet drips
an annoying sound
I submerse myself
in its constant pound

a man speeds around me
and my slow moving car
he raises his middle finger
I’m number one, a motorist star

I stub my toe and I’m
not sure what to do
be as silent as a zen master?
no, I yell out, “my toe is now blue.”

new tests will come
the grades aren’t kept in a file
measuring the progress
of my zen trials

have a challenging day

A long time ago, a girl named Li-Li got married and went to live with her husband and mother-in-law. In a very short time, Li-Li found that she couldn’t get along with her mother-in-law at all. Their personalities were very different, and Li-Li was angered by many of her mother-in-law’s habits. In addition, she criticized Li-Li constantly.

Days passed days, and weeks passed weeks. Li-Li and her mother-in-law never stopped arguing and fighting. But what made the situation even worse was that, according to ancient Chinese tradition, Li-Li had to bow to her mother-in-law and obey her every wish. All the anger and unhappiness in the house was causing the poor husband great distress.

Finally, Li-Li could not stand her mother-in-law’s bad temper and dictatorship any longer, and she decided to do something about it.

Li-Li went to see her father’s good friend, Mr. Huang, who sold herbs. She told him the situation and asked if he would give her some poison so that she could solve the problem once and for all. Mr. Huang thought for awhile, and finally said, “Li-Li, I will help you solve your problem, but you must listen to me and obey what I tell you.”

Li-Li said, “Yes, Mr. Huang, I will do whatever you tell me to do.” Mr. Huang went into the back room, and returned in a few minutes with a package of herbs.

He told Li-Li, “You can’t use a quick-acting poison to get rid of your mother-in-law, because that would cause people to become suspicious. Therefore, I have given you a number of herbs that will slowly build up poison in her body. Every other day prepare some pork or chicken and put a little of these herbs in her serving. Now, in order to make sure that nobody suspects you when she dies, you must be very careful to act very friendly toward her. Don’t argue with her, obey her every wish, and treat her like a queen.” Li-Li was so happy. She thanked Mr. Huang and hurried home to start her plot of murdering her mother-in-law.

Weeks went by, and months went by, and every other day, Li-Li served the specially treated food to her mother-in-law. She remembered what Mr. Huang had said about avoiding suspicion, so she controlled her temper, obeyed her mother-in-law, and treated her like her own mother. After six months had passed, the whole household had changed. Li-Li had practiced controlling her temper so much that she found that she almost never got mad or upset. She hadn’t had an argument in six months with her mother-in-law, who now seemed much kinder and easier to get along with.

The mother-in-law’s attitude toward Li-Li changed, and she began to love Li-Li like her own daughter. She kept telling friends and relatives that Li-Li was the best daughter-in-law one could ever find. Li-Li and her mother-in-law were now treating each other like a real mother and daughter. Li-Li’s husband was very happy to see what was happening.

One day, Li-Li came to see Mr. Huang and asked for his help again. She said, “Dear Mr. Huang, please help me to keep the poison from killing my mother-in-law! She’s changed into such a nice woman, and I love her like my own mother. I do not want her to die because of the poison I gave her.”

Mr. Huang smiled and nodded his head. “Li-Li, there’s nothing to worry about. I never gave you any poison. The herbs I gave you were vitamins to improve her health. The only poison was in your mind and your attitude toward her, but that has been all washed away by the love which you gave to her.”


moral; time usually repair/fixes problems. Poison of the mind is as common as two left feet. Often we have ill feelings toward others that simply go away as one grows on us. As I reflect on this I think we all can relate to this situation. We have all probably known someone that we did not get along with at first but as time went by a bond grew in some way or another. I recall my mother telling me she did not like my step father when she first met him. He was boastful and loud, he was strong willed and intrusive in ways, but he treated my mother like a queen and won her affection.


poem by zen poet; Dogen 1200-1253

The moon reflected
In a mind clear
As still water:
Even the waves, breaking,
Are reflecting its light.


have a dog gone good day



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