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From:
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"I saw the angel in the marble and I carved until I set him free." That was Michelangelo talking about how he approached his work as a sculptor. He didn't build the statue, in other words, but got rid of the unnecessary that was surrounding it. You have the potential to create a great thing -- maybe even two great things -- by chiseling away the extraneous material that's obscuring their unique beauty!





































And the astronomer said
Master, What of time?
And he answered:
You would measure time the
measureless and the immeasurable.
You would adjust your conduct and
direct the course of your spirit
according to hours and seasons.
Of time you would make a
stream upon whose bank you would
sit and watch its flowing.
Yet the timeless in you
is aware of lifes timelessness, and
knows that yesterday is but
today's memory and tomorrow
is today's dream.
And that which sings and
contemplates in you is
still dwelling within the bounds
of that first moment which
scattered the stars
into space!























Small minds talk about people
Average minds discuss places and things
Exceptional minds speak of ideas
...but dreamers determine the course
of mankind!


~Dream On~







...Deep in the rainforests of the Amazon
the Achuar and the Huaorani Indians assemble
for their daily ritual. Every morning each
member of the tribe awakens before dawn and
once gathered together in that twilight hour
as the world explodes into light, they share
their dreams. This is not simply an interesting
pastime, The dream is owned not by the dreamer
alone, but collectively by the tribe and the
dreamer is simply the vessel the dream decided to borrow to have a conversation with. The tribes view the dream as a map for their waking hours, A forecaster of what is to come for all of them. In dreams they connect with their ancestors and the rest of the universe, The dream is what is real, It is their waking life that is the falsehood!





















I decided that it was not wisdom that enabled poets to write their poetry, but a kind of instinct or inspiration, such as you find in seers and prophets who deliver all their sublime messages without knowing in the least what they mean.



~Socrates~










You make your own dream. That's the Beatles' story, isn't it? That's Yoko's story. That's what I'm saying now. Produce your own dream. If you want to save Peru, go save Peru. It's quite possible to do anything, but not to put it on the leaders and the parking meters. Don't expect Jimmy Carter or Ronald Reagan or John Lennon or Yoko Ono or Bob Dylan or Jesus Christ to come and do it for you. You have to do it yourself. That's what the great masters and mistresses have been saying ever since time began. They can point the way, leave signposts and little instructions in various books that are now called holy and worshipped for the cover of the book and not for what it says, but the instructions are all there for all to see, have always been and always will be. There's nothing new under the sun. All the roads lead to Rome. And people cannot provide it for you. I can't wake you up. You can wake you up. I can't cure you. You can cure you.




~JOHN LENNON~















































...when I draw my last breath
for whom will I breathe,
what mysteries of life have
been kept from me,
change yet a moment,
a feeling, a sigh...
choking I'll ask in
reverence, bring me the
world, where were you then
As for now i'll breathe
memories, let mysteries be,
the fires we light not all
can see, for whom will I
breathe when i draw my
last breath, the fire inside
was lit for thee...


~orion~
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...our hearts seek to be found
as time settles down, not unlike
a leaf that eventually makes ground
freshe is the aire that sighs her
relief, friendship grasped without
question asked,
lives seek then surround, picking
one up, layes another down
entangled within galaxies we glide...
between acts waiting patiently for
another gust shall decide...


~ orion ~
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...she smiled to light up the day,
we reached high for long overdue huggs
walking a spell we soon parted ways
and with a tick of her tongue she said
her goodbyes,
warm with her spirit i turned away,
thinking...for she was everything we
all were one day, reminding me of
my own her love sent me back to
that special place draped in cobwebs
and distant echoes of some happier
time, caught in the moment,
a childs eyes...


~orion~
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...thought I saw you dancing
the blues, beneath the skyes
with moonlit eyes,
silver linings caressed your steps
lightning bolts and soft laments
beneath the skye with
moonlit eyes...


~orion~
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...what do you see when
you look to the skye?
Stars, Space, what catches
your eye, tell me please in the
cold of the night, where love
hides, are you drawn to this
place without knowing why
and does it speak to you and
touch inside, where is this place
where whisper resides...


~orion~
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...scent of jessamine lingers close by,
upon freshe linen the tear
left behind,cool crisp breeze spreads her throughout,every turn a reminder,each
breath short and weak,like a ghost
jessamine creeps,hides and seeks a revenge,
for the tear left behind was for another,
jessamine...




~orion~
©















...close your eyes and
you will hear
listen and you will see
lead and i will follow
dream and it will be
share and discover
eternity...


~orion~
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...percale summer see thru
hung from her breasts,
shadows dance with
freckles between
fabric and flesh,
down her neckline race
beads of sweat,
few gather the small
her back.
onyx hair falls
cross alabaster skin,
teasing shadows once again,
sunsett flashed as
last light surrendered
so dawned the eve,
shadow dance over
gone like a dream...


~orion~
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