Poem: Walt Whitman, Miracles

“As for me, I know nothing else but miracles,
Whether I walk the streets of Manhattan,
Or dart my sight over the roofs of houses toward the sky,
Or wade with naked feet along the beach just in the edge of the water,
Or stand under the trees in the woods,
Or talk by day with any one I love,
Or sleep in bed at night with any one I love,
Or watch honey bees busy around the hive of a summer forenoon…
Or the wonderfulness of the sundown,
Or of stars shining so quiet and bright,
Or the exquisite delicate thin curve of the new moon in spring…
What stranger miracles are there?”
– Walt Whitman

Wisdom

“As the soft yield of water cleaves obstinate stone,
So to yield with life solves the insolvable: To yield,
I have learned, is to come back again.”

– Lao Tzu

Just Thinking

Snow is white.

When it melts, it’s colorless drops of water.

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A Pondering Mind 9/20/2014

Adapt

Don’t get set into one form, adapt it and build
your own, and let it grow, be like water.

Bruce Lee

Growing Older

I hope this poem has the same effect on

you as it did for me – then my forwarding

it will be worth the effort. Walk with me

by the water – worth the read…

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Shit… I forgot the words.

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Water

We’ll never know the worth of water till the well go dry.

– Irish Proverb

Coffee leads men to trifle away…

Coffee leads men to trifle away their time, scald their chops, and spend their money, all for a little base, black, thick, nasty, bitter, stinking nauseous puddle of water.

– The Women’s Petition Against Coffee, 1674