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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~ ©





...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 ~ ©





...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~ ©





...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~ ©






...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~ ©





...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~ ©





...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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