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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


During a momentous battle, a Japanese general decided to attack even though his army was greatly outnumbered. He was confident they would win, but his men were filled with doubt. On the way to the battle, they stopped at a religious shrine. After praying with the men, the general took out a coin and said, “I shall now toss this coin. If it is heads, we shall win. If tails, we shall lose. Destiny will now reveal itself.”

He threw the coin into the air and all watched intently as it landed. It was heads. The soldiers were so overjoyed and filled with confidence that they vigorously attacked the enemy and were victorious. After the battle, a lieutenant remarked to the general, “No one can change destiny.”

“Quite right,” the general replied as he showed the lieutenant the coin, which had heads on both sides.


moral: we make our own destiny, sometimes we need encouragement to believe in our selves or to have someone believe in us.  You can’t change the spots on a leapard, but the choices you make, can change your destiny,



To a woman who complained about her destiny, the Zen Master said, “It is you who makes your destiny.”

“But surely I am not responsible for being born a woman?”

“Being born a woman isn’t destiny. That is fate. Destiny is how you accept your womanhood and what you make of it.” Replied the Zen Master.


food for thought

the choices we make, not the chances we take, determine our destiny!


It is a mistake to try to look too far ahead. The chain of destiny can only be grasped one link at a time.
….Winston Churchill…
Destiny is no matter of chance. It is a matter of choice: It is not a thing to be waited for, it is a thing to be achieved.William Jennings Bryan

One meets his destiny often in the road he takes to avoid it.
have a quality day


Once upon a time the colors of the world started to quarrel. All claimed that they were the best. The most important, the most useful, the most beautiful and the favorite.

Green said:
“Clearly I am the most important. I am the sign of life and of hope.
I was chosen for grass, trees and leaves. Without me, all animals would die. Look over the countryside and you will see that I am in the majority.”

Blue interrupted:
“You only think about the earth, but consider the sky and the sea.It is the water that is the basis of life and drawn up by the clouds from the deep sea. The sky gives space and peace and serenity. Without my peace, you would all be nothing.”

Yellow chuckled:
“You are all so serious. I bring laughter, gaiety, and warmth into the world. The sun is yellow, the moon is yellow, and the stars are yellow. Every time you look at a sunflower, the whole world starts to smile. Without me there would be no fun.”

Orange started next to blow her trumpet:
“I am the color of health and strength. I may be scarce, but I am precious for I serve the needs of human life. I carry the most important vitamins. Think of carrots, pumpkins, oranges, mangoes, and papayas. I don’t hang around all the time, but when I fill the sky at sunrise or sunset My beauty is so striking that no one gives another thought to any of you.”

Red could stand it no longer he shouted out:
“I am the ruler of all of you. I am blood – life’s blood!I am the color of danger and of bravery. I am willing to fight for a cause. I bring fire into the blood. Without me, the earth would be as empty as the moon. I am the color of passion and of love, the red rose, the poinsettia and the poppy.”

Purple rose up to his full height:
He was very tall and spoke with great pomp: “I am the color of royalty and power. Kings, chiefs, and bishops have always chosen me for I am the sign of authority and wisdom. People do not question me! They listen and obey.”

Finally Indigo spoke, much more quietly than all the others. But with just as much determination: “Think of me. I am the color of silence. You hardly notice me, but without me you all become superficial.I represent thought and reflection, twilight and deep water. You need me for balance and contrast, for prayer and inner peace.”

And so all the colors went on boasting. Each convinced of his or her own superiority. Their quarreling became louder and louder. Suddenly there was a startling flash of bright lightening, thunder rolled and boomed.Rain started to pour down relentlessly.The colors crouched down in fear, drawing close to one another for comfort.

In the midst of the clamor, the Rain began to speak: “You foolish colors, fighting among yourselves, each trying to dominate the rest. Don’t you know that you were each made for a special purpose, unique and different? Join hands with one another and come to me.”

Doing as they were told, the colors united and joined hands. The Rain continued “From now on, when it rains, each of you will stretch across the sky.In a great bow of color as a reminder that you can all live in peace.The Rainbow is a sign of hope for tomorrow.”

And so, whenever a good rain-washes the world and a Rainbow appears in the sky, is to let us remember to appreciate one another.

moral; It seems that we all find our importance either superior or inferior to others. The fact is that we all as a whole make up what is needed in this world. As with the Ying and the Yang there are opposites, the universal equation that is necessary in order for the world to work properly. Hot/cold, Up/down, light/dark, male/female and those whom are brighter/ those who are darker. Band together we all make the whole, a rainbow of versatility.


~~~color my world~~~

there is a treasure at the end of the rainbow

it is simply… beauty!

when I read this poem I knew I had to share it…


When I had no roof I made
Audacity my roof. When I had
No supper my eyes dined.

When I had no eyes I listened.
When I had no ears I thought.
When I had no thought I waited.

When I had no father I made
Care my father. When I had
No mother I embraced order.

When I had no friend I made
Quiet my friend. When I had no
Enemy I opposed my body.

When I had no temple I made
My voice my temple. I have
No priest, my tongue is my choir.

When I have no means fortune
Is my means. When I have
Nothing, death will be my fortune.

Need is my tactic, detachment
Is my strategy. When I had
No lover I courted my sleep.

Jersey Rain (2000)

have a colorful day


Buddha never forgot the promise he made to king Bimbisara to return and give him teachings. So when the time was right, he journeyed to Rajagriha. Outside this royal city was a hill called Vulture’s Peak, and Buddha and many of his disciples went and lived in caves there. King Bimbisara often went to Vulture’s Peak to hear the words of the Buddha. The people of the city went also, and soon the number of Buddha’s followers grew very large.

After some time, the King and several other rich people gave Buddha and his followers parks where everyone could stay and listen to his teachings in comfort. Buddha’s cousin, Devadatta, became very jealous. “He has so many people following him, ” he thought, “and everyone shows him so much respect. But they all ignore me, and I am as great as he is. I must destroy him !”

He knew that he would need help in killing the Buddha, so he went to King Billiards’s son.”Don’t you want to be King ?” he asked.
” Why should your father have all the wealth and power ?” Come, if you help me kill the Buddha, I shall help you kill your father. Then you can become King in his place.” The King’s son listened to these wicked words and agreed.

Then the two of them tried many ways to murder the Buddha.
One day, while Buddha was sitting in meditation near Vulture’s Peak, they rolled a very large boulder down the hill towards him. But just before it was going to crush him, the rock split in half, leaving Buddha unharmed.

Another time, Buddha was walking through the city with several of his closet disciples.The two men knew he was coming and were ready. They had bought an elephant and gave it lots of liquor to drink. When the elephant was quite drunk, they beat it with sticks until it was crazy with anger. Then they released it in the direction of the Buddha, hoping the elephant would trample him to death.
When the disciples saw the enraged elephant charging towards them, they ran away in fear. All except Ananda, Buddha’s closet companion, who stayed by his teacher’s side, holding onto Buddha’s robe.

Buddha saw the elephant coming and , instead of being frightened or angry, felt great love and pity for the poor beast. Even though the elephant was drunk and crazed, it felt the power of Buddha’s love.It stopped charging and walked over to the Buddha meekly, and then bowed down its large head at Buddha’s feet.

moral: Buddha patted the elephant gently an turned and said to Ananda,”The only way to destroy hatred is with love. Hatred can not be defeated with more hatred.”


3 haiku poems by one of my favorite zen poets

Matsuo Basho 1644- 1694 (Japan)

Wintry day,
on my horse
a frozen shadow.

A banana plant in the autumn gale –
I listen to the dripping of rain
Into a basin at night.

Wintry day,
on my horse
a frozen shadow.


may your day be filled with love


The day of giving thanks is upon us. Allow me to give thanks to all of those that I share this web site with. I could make a list that would fill this blog but if your reading this, this is for you.

Thank You!

Thank you for reading me

thank you for sharing your time and your words

thank you for sharing this earth with me


thank you for being you!


by Steve Goodier

At first it sounded like a Thanksgiving story, but the more I reflected on it, the more appropriate it seemed for any time of the year. The way I heard it, the story went like this:

Thanksgiving Day was near. The first grade teacher gave her class a fun assignment — to draw a picture of something for which they were thankful.

Most of the class might be considered economically disadvantaged, but still many would celebrate the holiday with turkey and other traditional goodies of the season. These, the teacher thought, would be the subjects of most of her student’s art. And they were.

But Douglas made a different kind of picture. Douglas was a different kind of boy. He was the teacher’s true child of misery, frail and unhappy. As other children played at recess, Douglas was likely to stand close by her side. One could only guess at the pain Douglas felt behind those sad eyes.

Yes, his picture was different. When asked to draw a picture of something for which he was thankful, he drew a hand. Nothing else. Just an empty hand.

His abstract image captured the imagination of his peers. Whose hand could it be? One child guessed it was the hand of a farmer, because farmers raise turkeys. Another suggested a police officer, because the police protect and care for people. Still others guessed it was the hand of God, for God feeds us. And so the discussion went — until the teacher almost forgot the young artist himself.

When the children had gone on to other assignments, she paused at Douglas’ desk, bent down, and asked him whose hand it was. The little boy looked away and murmured, “It’s yours, teacher.”

She recalled the times she had taken his hand and walked with him here or there, as she had the other students. How often had she said, “Take my hand, Douglas, we’ll go outside.” Or, “Let me show you how to hold your pencil.” Or, “Let’s do this together.” Douglas was most thankful for his teacher’s hand.

Brushing aside a tear, she went on with her work.

The story speaks of more than thankfulness. It says something about teachers teaching and parents parenting and friends showing friendship, and how much it means to the Douglases of the world. They might not always say thanks. But they’ll remember the hand that reaches out.



just hanging out, being thankful for every second of life

every breath and every one in which we share it with.


The Thanksgiving Game

It was on a thanksgiving day when I was playing thanksgiving games with my friends. We decided to play ‘turkey hunt’. Instantly we did not find a suitable thing to hide as the turkey so we took a lunch box and put a turkey cutlet into it. We used that lunchbox for our game in place of turkey. And it was decided that the one who seeks the box would get the cutlet, as the prize, that was put in that lunchbox. The game started and we all had very much fun in the game while seeking the so-called turkey (the lunchbox). Finally when I found the lunchbox everyone was surprised to see that the turkey cutlet was not there. And only then we came to know that John, who was assigned to hide the cutlet in the box had eaten it instead. And we were all playing the game for an empty lunchbox. Still we enjoyed the game a lot.
~ Martin Milton


Todays Poem…

She grabbed him and
pulled him to her..
laid him down and
starts to rub…
she rolled her hands
around on his skin..
and fixed his position
spread his legs a bit
and pulled out
his long bone..
the juices flowed a bit
as she pulled on it..
rolled him over
and put her finger
in his little hole
and then a lil deeper….
fixed him to
lay just right….
as sloshing sounds
came from him
she massaged him a bit more …
she turned and
opened the door…
then picked him up …
and put him in the oven ….
“yep, about two hours the
turkey will be ready”……(grin)


 Today is a day where we recreate the first thanksgiving. The day when the pilgrims and the native indians broke bread together so long ago. The pilgrims were thankful for their fellow man’s charity, bringing food to bridge their friendship. Today we share this with our families and give thanks for all that we have. Cherish the moment and be thankful that we have what we have and that we are still able to share this tradition with those we love.



I made this Texas Guitar (oh yeah, I play Guitar too!)

symbol of,,, zen thanksgiving

happy thanksgiving to all


Pocket Perspectives and Pat Bean have passed the Liebster Blog award to five bloggers and I was one of them. I am honored (~_~) bows humble… this makes the second time, I am truely blessed.

Quoting from Marie and Tales of the Heart who gave the award to Marie:

“This Award is given to bloggers who have fewer  than 200 followers, all in the spirit of fostering new connections.  Leibster is German and  means ‘dearest’ or ‘beloved’ but it can also mean ‘favorite’ ”

Thank you Pocket Perspectives

Those who are  nominated are encouraged to pass along this award to 5 other blogs that they read and value… and to go to each blog to let those bloggers know that they received the award.

I have seen where quite a few have already recieved this award and well deserved too. I will try and pick 5 who I thouroughly enjoy and have not yet recieved such an award.

1: DeeShrek : her blog; Literally Challenged and… 100 day chronicle of all things silly…. have amused me as well as enlightened me. If this award is to go to those I favor, her blog would be one of them.

2: The Mirror of Truth  Zen writing from Mark B Williams. His blog reminds me of me which is probably why I like it.

3: verynormal ; megan is full of heart. I don’t know how I found her blog but I am glad that I did. I find her youthfullness refreashing nd her posts seem to be what a blog is all about, posting daily the events that accure in their lives.

4: Granbee is an inspiration to so many. Writing again as a senior is well the read. A heart felt writer that leaves words of wisdom and encouragement to so many. bows (~_~) humble

5: Zumpoems …Zumwalt is a master poet (in my opinion) he teaches poetry by simply posting them. His challenges have inspired many, (my self, I have a hard time wrapping my head around such intellectual challenges but am determined to try as soon as I can shake this NaNoWriMo hole I’m in)

These are the five I will pass this award off to. There are so many I would love to hand this award to but most of them have already recieved such a merit. I think it is a marvelous idea and a way for us to share blogs and writers. Thank you Pat and thank you Kathy…. bows (~_~)



Two frogs in the milk

This is the story of two frogs. One frog was fat and the other skinny. One day, while searching for food, they inadvertently jumped into a vat of milk. They couldn’t get out, as the sides were too slippery, so they were just swimming around.

The fat frog said to the skinny frog, “Brother frog, there’s no use paddling any longer. We’re just going to drown, so we might as well give up.”

The skinny frog replied, “Hold on brother, keep paddling. Somebody will get us out.” And they continued paddling for hours.

After a while, the fat frog said, “Brother frog, there’s no use. I’m becoming very tired now. I’m just going to stop paddling and drown. It’s Sunday and nobody’s working. We’re doomed. There’s no possible way out of here.”

But the skinny frog said, “Keep trying. Keep paddling. Something will happen, keep paddling.” Another couple of hours passed.

The fat frog said, “I can’t go on any longer. There’s no sense in doing it because we’re going to drown anyway. What’s the use?” And the fat frog stopped. He gave up. And he drowned in the milk. But the skinny frog kept on paddling.

Ten minutes later, the skinny frog felt something solid beneath his feet. He had churned the milk into butter and he hopped out of the vat.

Two Frogs

a YouTubeVideo

of this story…


(moral; never give up, just like the story of the donkey in the well. Life is about survival, lasting until our last breath. Fight for every breath until our last and then go out like the little wave.)

food for thought

Everyone knows that perseverance is important. You’ve probably heard the quote “If at first you don’t succeed, try again” or seen the commercial that talks about falling down 7 times and standing up 8. The lesson, of course, is that few people achieve anything great without first overcoming a few obstacles.


Milton Hershey

Milton Hershey had a long path to the top of the chocolate industry. Hershey dropped out of school in the 4th grade and took an apprenticeship with a printer, only to be fired. He then became an apprentice to a candy-maker in Lancaster, PA. After studying the business for 4 years, Hershey started three unsuccessful candy companies in Philadelphia, Chicago and New York.

Hershey was not about to give up, so he moved back to Lancaster and began the Lancaster Caramel Company. His unique caramel recipe, which he had come across during his earlier travels, was a huge success. Hershey, who was always looking ahead, believed that chocolate products had a much greater future than caramel. He sold the Lancaster Caramel Company for $1 million in 1900 (nearly $25 million in 2008 dollars) and started the Hershey Company, which brought milk chocolate — previously a Swiss delicacy — to the masses.

Not only did Hershey overcome failure and accomplish his goals, but he also managed to do it close to home. Hershey created hundreds of jobs for Pennsylvanians. He also used some of his money to build houses, churches, and schools, cementing his status as a legend in theKeystoneState.

Persistence is key.


 Steve Jobs

You always hear about a “long road to the top,” but perseverance isn’t limited to the early stages of a person’s career. Oftentimes, failure can occur after a long period of success.

Steve Jobs achieved great success at a young age. When he was 20 years old, Jobs started Apple in his parents’ garage, and within a decade the company blossomed into a $2 billion empire. However, at age 30, Apple’s Board of Directors decided to take the business in a different direction, and Jobs was fired from the company he created. Jobs found himself unemployed, but treated it as a freedom rather than a curse. In fact, he later said that getting fired from Apple was the best thing to ever happen to him, because it allowed him to think more creatively and re-experience the joys of starting a company.

Jobs went on to found NeXT, a software company, and Pixar, the company that produces animated movies such as Finding Nemo. NeXT was subsequently purchased by Apple. Not only did Jobs go back to his former company, but he helped launch Apple’s current resurgence in popularity. Jobs claims that his career success and his strong relationship with his family are both results of his termination from Apple.


Thomas Edison

When he was a young boy, Thomas Edison’s parents pulled him out of school after teachers called him “stupid” and “unteachable.” Edison spent his teenage years working and being fired from various jobs, culminating in his termination from a telegraph company at age 21. Despite these setbacks, Edison never deterred from his true passion, inventing. Throughout his career, Edison obtained 1,093 patents. And while many of these inventions — such as the light bulb, stock printer, phonograph and alkaline battery — were groundbreaking, even more of them were unsuccessful. Edison is famous for saying that genius is “1% inspiration and 99% perspiration.”

One of Edison’s greatest stories of perseverance occurred after he was already wildly successful. After inventing the light bulb, Edison began a quest to find an inexpensive light bulb filament. At the time, ore was mined in the Midwest, and shipping costs were incredibly high. To combat this, Edison opened his own ore-mining plant in Ogdensburg, New Jersey. For roughly a decade, Edison devoted all his time and money to the plant. He also obtained 47 patents for inventions designed to make the plant run more smoothly. And after all of that, Edison’s project still failed thanks to the low quality ore on the East Coast.

But as it turned out, one of the aforementioned 47 inventions (a newly-designed crushing machine) revolutionized the cement industry and earned Edison back nearly all of the money he lost. In addition, Henry Ford would later credit Edison’s Ogdensburg project as the main inspiration for his Model T Ford assembly line, and many believe that Edison paved the way for modern-day industrial laboratories. Edison’s foray into ore-mining proves that dedication and commitment can pay off even in a losing venture.


 J.K. Rowling

J.K. Rowling, author of the Harry Potter books, is currently the second-richest female entertainer on the planet, behind Oprah. However, when Rowling wrote the first Harry Potter book in 1995, it was rejected by twelve different publishers. Even Bloomsbury, the small publishing house that finally purchased Rowling’s manuscript, told the author to “get a day job.”

At the time when Rowling was writing the original Harry Potter book, her life was a self-described mess. She was going through a divorce and living in a tiny flat with her daughter. Rowling was surviving on government subsidies, and her mother had just passed away from multiple sclerosis. J.K. turned these negatives into a positive by devoting most of her free time to the Harry Potter series. She also drew from her bad personal experiences when writing. The result is a brand name currently worth nearly $15 billion.


Walt Disney

As a young man, Walt Disney was fired from the Kansas City Star Newspaper because his boss thought he lacked creativity. He went on to form an animation company called Laugh-O-Gram Films in 1921. Using his natural salesmanship abilities, Disney was able to raise $15,000 for the company ($181,000 in 2008 dollars). However, he made a deal with a New York distributor, and when the distributor went out of business, Disney was forced to shut Laugh-O-Gram down. He could barely pay his rent and even resorted to eating dog food.

Broke but not defeated, Disney spent his last few dollars on a train ticket to Hollywood. Unfortunately his troubles were not over. In 1926, Disney created a cartoon character named Oswald the Rabbit. When he attempted to negotiate a better deal with Universal Studios — the cartoon’s distributor — Disney discovered that Universal had secretly patented the Oswald character. Universal then hired Disney’s artists away from him, and continued the cartoon without Disney’s input (and without paying him).

As if that wasn’t enough, Disney also struggled to release some of his now-classic films. He was told Mickey Mouse would fail because the mouse would “terrify women.” Distributors rejected The Three Little Pigs, saying it needed more characters. Pinocchio was shut down during production and Disney had to rewrite the entire storyline. Other films, like Bambi, Pollyanna and Fantasia, were misunderstood by audiences at the time of their release, only to become favorites later on.

Disney’s greatest example of perseverance occurred when he tried to make the book Mary Poppins into a film. In 1944, at the suggestion of his daughter, Disney decided to adapt the Pamela Travers novel into a screenplay. However, Travers had absolutely no interest in selling Mary Poppins to Hollywood. To win her over, Disney visited Travers at her England home repeatedly for the next 16 years. After more than a decade-and-a-half of persuasion, Travers was overcome by Disney’s charm and vision for the film, and finally gave him permission to bring Mary Poppins to the big screen. The result is a timeless classic.

In a fitting twist of fate, The Disney Company went on to purchase ABC in 1996. At the time, ABC was owner of the Kansas City Star, meaning the newspaper that once fired Disney had become part of the empire he created. And all thanks to his creativity (and a lot of perseverance).


a note from Art~

Remember to be persistant and have perserverance, it may not pay off in wealth as much as it is doing something in your life that you love and after all; those who live life doing what they love truely live.


live today as if it were your last


Battle for the Concrete Mesa

Army of Junes
are drawn to the Concrete Mesa
they come in March, so they May
be enlightened, nightly

But I am the Lord of this slab of land
a spartan soul fighting ten thousand immortals
with Babe Ruth swings of a witches flying tool
hundreds of June bugs meet their doom

They overwhelmed the army of one,
his defenses crumbled, strategy chanced
emerging with new tactics of an innovative weapon
blowing the Junes away with a blower of leaves

At dawn, the battle will begin again
as many as the Persian army at Thermopylae
will March, till May, the Junes, to;
battle for the concrete mesa






fare well in your battles today


The secret of happiness

A certain shopkeeper sent his son to learn about the secret of happiness from the wisest man in the world. The lad wandered through the desert for 40 days, and finally came upon a beautiful castle, high atop a mountain. It was there that the wise man lived.

Rather than finding a saintly man, though, our hero, on entering the main room of the castle, saw a hive of activity: tradesmen came and went, people were conversing in the corners, a small orchestra was playing soft music, and there was a table covered with platters of the most delicious food in that part of the world. The wise man conversed with everyone, and the boy had to wait for two hours before it was his turn to be given the man’s attention.

The wise man listened attentively to the boy’s explanation of why he had come, but told him that he didn’t have time just then to explain the secret of happiness. He suggested that the boy look around the palace and return in two hours.

“Meanwhile, I want to ask you to do something”, said the wise man, handing the boy a teaspoon that held two drops of oil. “As you wander around, carry this spoon with you without allowing the oil to spill”.

The boy began climbing and descending the many stairways of the palace, keeping his eyes fixed on the spoon. After two hours, he returned to the room where the wise man was.

“Well”, asked the wise man, “Did you see the Persian tapestries that are hanging in my dining hall? Did you see the garden that it took the master gardener ten years to create? Did you notice the beautiful parchments in my library?”

The boy was embarrassed, and confessed that he had observed nothing. His only concern had been not to spill the oil that the wise man had entrusted to him.

“Then go back and observe the marvels of my world”, said the wise man. “You cannot trust a man if you don’t know his house”.

Relieved, the boy picked up the spoon and returned to his exploration of the palace, this time observing all of the works of art on the ceilings and the walls. He saw the gardens, the mountains all around him, the beauty of the flowers, and the taste with which everything had been selected. Upon returning to the wise man, he related in detail everything he had seen.

“But where are the drops of oil I entrusted to you?” asked the wise man. Looking down at the spoon he held, the boy saw that the oil was gone.

“Well, there is only one piece of advice I can give you”, said the wisest of wise men. “The secret of happiness is to see all the marvels of the world and never to forget the drops of oil on the spoon”.

Author: Paul Coelho in “The Alchemist”


moral; (My interpretation;)You can not go through life and enjoy the marvels around you if your attention is on your inner strife, that which takes your focus away from the beauty around you. If your concerns, burdens and sorrow have your fullest attention then you have’nt the focus you need to see that which could make you smile  🙂

food for thought

confucious say; man with shit on nose, everything will seem shitty to him.

“If a plant cannot live according to its own nature, it dies; and so a man.”

Author: Henry David Thoreau

“Happiness comes from the dissolution of the mind, not from external objects. Through meditation we can achieve everything including bliss, health, strength, intelligence and vitality. But it should be practiced properly in solitude and with care.”

Author: Amma

“Out of clutter, find simplicity. From discord, find harmony. In the middle of difficulty lies opportunity.”

Author: Albert Einstein

Happiness is a journey, not a destination


I start my four day work week today

so I’ll catch up with ya’ll in a couple days

be good, be kind but most of all… be happy

the symbol for double happiness



Coming Together: Special Hurricane Relief Edition 

~Katrina’s Footprint~

Katrina stormed across the ocean
Gulf breeze deceives
in camouflaged reality
to settle on shores
with open heart doors
and smiles to the sun
over soft sand beaches.

“Neptune draw your breath …
for your children weep.”
… like the day Katrina stepped a shore.

Her fury for her father
the King of the Sea
scorned her reality
to suicide shores
she yelled out a gail
as she crashed into land.

“She took a liquid Hammer to Homes,”
…a bad seed spun spawned
in a hurricane dawn.

Neptune lost a daughter
but humanity was devastated
the ocean kings words spiraling
a mere whisper to us all
he lives and breeds
Kamakazi wind warrior daughters.

“I am King,” Neptune shouts
his daighter, Katrina he seed
in this cycling humanity bleeds.

Katrina drew her last breath
King Neptune wept
those in her wake, there was nothing left

Tornados of emotions
around every street
water higher than homes
mingles in tears seeped
the city of saints scorned
by Neptune’s new born.

all that is left is “Katrina’s foot print,”
…when she stepped ashore
it was forever more.





This poem was selected and published in the 2005 Book/Anthology;

Anthology: Coming Together, Special Hurricane Relief Edition

Author Bios

where’s Noah when you need him…

…saving the animals!

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