Reverence For Life.
Aware of the sufferings caused by the destruction of life, I vow to cultivate compassion and learn ways to protect the lives of people, animals, plants, and minerals. I am determined not to kill, not to let others kill, and not to condone any act of killing in the world, in my thinking, and in my way of life.
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Life is precious. It is everywhere, inside us and all around us; it has so many forms. The First Precept is born from the awareness that lives everywhere are being destroyed. We sense, and see the suffering caused by the destruction of life, and vow to cultivate compassion and use it as a source of energy for the protection of people, plants, and minerals.
It is simple compassion, 'karuna'- the ability to remove suffering, and transform it. When we see suffering, compassion is born in us. It's to care.
What cynicism we observe lately. - Many poodles, tear-puddles, and we humans labor to master this 'dog-eat-dog cynical mood. It's so prevalent.
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This simple sonnet XVlll can't hurt to ponder. by William Shakespeare.
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Shall I compare thee to a Summer's day?
Thou are lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May.
And Summer's lease hath too short a date:
Sometimes too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often the gold complexion dims;
And every fair from fair sometimes declines
By chance,
or,
Nature's changing course, untrimmed;
But the eternal Summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou owes;
Nor shall death brag thou wanderer in his shade.
When in eternal lines to time thou grows;
So long as people can breathe,
or,
eye can see,
So long live this, and this gives life to thee.
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Kerry Lauerman
Joan Walsh
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Comments
In some cultures it is common to greet with a kiss to the cheek. A daring to attempt closeness an opportunity to touch and to greet physically to preface the visit with proof there will be no harm.
Smooch!
Hey is that a blueberry in your ear!?
I like to be up close. Tonight my truck battery conked!
I walked up a quarter mile lane breathing in/out love?
I leave a farm pick-up in park/reverse, a battery dies!
I walk as slow as a porcupine in Canadian bathrooms!
huh?
Tijo?
Smooch!
had all these ideas I was gonna share? I missed the carnival tonight.
My O Brotherly!
okay, a one peck!
ay oh, a lil cheek!
Yet, in a canteen?
no in bathrooms?
don 'Sears' robe?'
wear a bathrobe!
huh? if Ya leaks?
I close a eyeball!
Oh, words fall short!
hold Ya britches ups!
I had so much to rant!
O after a 1/4 mile a- walk?
I'm tuckered. No smooch!
This 'joint' is? Too lovable!
I sat in a pick-up. I crashed!
Gads, I wish I could kiss Ya?
but,
in a brotherly manner. okay?
But, wow, Ya go bonkers Ah!
Bonito, gracious, peck cheek!
amiga, amigo!
thanks, and
everything
is lovable
a subject
broken
truck
dead
duck
lame
clunks
heh huh?
heehaws!
Oops!
a good
nights!
O 2:11!
O goof!
Home from the Beer Summit?
Circa 1973 the 100 best first lines of novels. Arthur! I trust you'd taken your cellphonecameraGPS tracking device and bathed in private, though the fountains stay warm through October, due to the Gulf Stream, perhaps. Lots of history on those steps .
On this one I'm reminded of the woBgone Pacino flick *Revolution* when he parts with his son. I often consider how lucky we are in these days of space travel. We've the phone, telly, DVD, WWW, transcontinental~Kings Hwy, chicks named Ann, editors-at-large, cat's eye marbles, mouths of babes, harems, word associativness, run on mobs turning the corner....the point here is that no Budda, no visionary hath transcended man's propensity to out machismo the next guy. You've sometimes alluded to certain wounds and I feel bad about that. My mistress accuses me of having a Napoleonic complex sometimes saying hurtful things like, "Is that all there is?".
I amber the first time. I looked at her and her at me. Naked, she laughed, not hysterically, but anyway she laughed. I don't know for sure if she's farsighted or nearsighted, but she sports dual colored contacts for what they tell her is 'monovision' & stigmata', that is , each lens is corrective, and she was only wearing one. Afterward she winked, saying, "That was a F___ if I ever had one!" And I watched myself in our tri-fold mirror (Craigslist...store foreclosure) turning sideways, well, so, there.
Ye mazing poet, sir, but I don't want you to get off topic:
Good buddy got the 9/11 news and he drove nonstop from St. Louis to Brooklyn. Looks like we got us a PEACE TRAIN! Finally. I understand. Ye enlighten. Your verbosity is not in vain. Ye Liberty Valance. Ye hang in barn? Dude? Dude? I'm referring to that off the cufflink remark you typed for us on my blog* IknowIknowIknowIknow you intended to say "hang outin THE barn but you had me worrieder than a goldfish in a bag, Art.
Jack, so just what is your problem? Hedonism? Cynicism? the MTA? I'm not going back to Collage, here, but do trust you've white papered 'Original Sin' the Farsi Perspective. I studied on it for awhile, actually, sleeping on a gas station roof in Georgetown, having had taken a 'rideboard' from Ann Arbor, good radio, a large pill they'd been calling Cadlac-ack, you'd been fast asleep, in a dangerous hotel (no kidding) I'm sure, the one with the flashing palm tree? Hey!
Jack, let's digress here seriously with poignancy, sluggo and rasmussen;; is money your problem? Let me tell you a little secret, poeticly: God didn't Make the Little Green Apples, no He (interior rime as it goes together like the Campbell's Soup Kids, b'gosh (sic) only those longing for the sea of love would sigh upon the new day with rhinstoney-prismatic (sic) competitivness;; Ye He ART.
Jack, if MONEY is a contemporary state of affairs, I recently read on Open Salon that Kerry is recruiting a I'm unsure if *that* would be your cup of tea, but I would encourage you to apply. It costs nothing to apply.
Also, Jack, if I may be so bold, I humbly request that you wear a helmet cam when you take that small vacation. Furthermore, I am not in disagreement with the latest tackfulness, purity, and I continue to enjoy your ambition. Admittedly you're the 1st or 2nd best poet I've encountered since the armies of the world stood down.
As a matter of fact, I'm combing my hair just like you do.
You get Ya head-chops? I go to Diana Salon.
She refuses to shaves it! I want arm pits cuts.
Diana gives a mops cut! O tattoos. chocolates.
She has bowls of kisses! I am not lured by that.
She thinks You shaved? I mean:`Buzz hair doo.
She wants You monies! I say:`No chop Ya hair.
I'll send your mistress? I want to kiss her. okay.
Tell her? Happy V-day! I will give her my heart.
O ax her? Come visits? Oh, I get kiss somebody!
Hug her for me, okay? Squeeze her belly button!
If you abandons her? I steal heart-shaped kisses!
You can have the Walt Whitman box. Box soups!
She can help me to eat all caramel cream candies!
I promise to save you the cardboard snoopy box!
Thanks for the comment. Ya write mandarin too!
You must have attended grad school in a DC JAIL.
When a judge sentenced You to Life in DC Ya sing.
ABCDEFGHIJKLOCREEPYDCCEOTHOGSROBYAO!
I was arrested in a PA FRAUD BANK? DC's CEO LIE!
After my arrest for Defiant Trespassing:` Be Honest!
I told a Banker & Cahoots Crooked pal-judge:`Jokes!
I said:`I want a second opinion and translation:`okay?
Jail cells bunks are terrible as any Amsterdame harlot!
Justice? Creepy DoJ!
Imelda Marcos collected shoes and robed the treasury.
Reagan loved tyrants.
Gads. We elect frauds.
Movie stars with EGO.
Next, maybe we will elect a fingerless Homeless Albino.
Someone who feed DC.
DC pigeons, stray CAT.
Politico famous DOGS.
FOX? All-Star HS GED.
No fingers? No. Bit Off.
In a football game someone in the big pile of linebacker lawyers bit his pinky clear off. huh?
Ya begin to understand?
Ya understand FOX TV?
If so, then I worry for Ya.
Serious. I thought what you said was perfect. Maybe I should not banter and vent/rant? My Friends say:`You jest take too much for granted. You need a cowlick avatar. And they advise:`Sign all Get Well, Happy Birthday. Happy Bar Harbor CAT Ferry to Canada Nova Scotia, Merry Merry Quite Contrary? Hoe hoe row the boat gently down the Norwegian and DC foyers? River Fords? Creeks?
Panama Canal?
I'll behave?
Signed,
Yours Truly,
not a lawyer.
Shiva respect.
Yes, do Mourn
Grieve properly.
No worry.
Who understand?
absurdity.
Respectfully, adcb.
I am being baby sat.
If You are under 6?
I sits for a wine jug.
I went to the Beer Summit but was not admitted
because of my recent predilection for wine.
Unfortunately, my wine drinking
has become local legend.
So I went to the fucking Landlord,
that bitch,
and got an extension on Summer's Lease.
I made the old argument : money talks....
With the golden complexions shining, the
various Skindoctors have a better time of it,
so it all works out...nobody pure of soul
gets fatal skin cancer anymore, anyway...
Purity of soul is something i NEVER discuss
except on your blog...
for my own purity of soul, I have decided to kill
anyone who does not adhere
to these wonderful precepts of yours...
the lesson in irony is too exquisite to not impart,
I hope you see....
I know you have a deep respect for Nature,
whom i regard as a castrating Whore,
but on one thing we can certainly agree:
"What cynicism we observe lately!"
jim