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Inspired
"Poet"
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Unknown, 93/Female
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Last login: | over 3 weeks ago |
Local time: | 3:37 PM |
Join date: | 17 years, 4 months, 25 days ago |
Location: | Hollywood United States
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"Advocatus Diaboli" |
About me:
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Orthodoxy is unconsciousness.
**********************things that i find pleasing::************ *************Grand pianos, old books, winter, fall, coast to coast AM, graveyards, wool coats, lakes, the smell of must and old cedar chests, trains, rian, love, nomadic isolation and arcane sonic frequecies.*********** ********************** *********************** "When others demand that we become the people they want us to be, they force us to destroy the person we really are. It's a subtle kind of murder" ~Jim Morrison
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About you:
********************** ********who i'd like to meet::**************** ***************poets philosophers playwrights pagans shamans spirits artists angels demons dancers lovers linguists monsters magicians musicians miracle makers wordsmiths wolves slaves to temptation masters of madness*
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Orientation: | Straight
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Unknown's tales
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""the truth"" We are what we think. All that we are arises with our thoughts. With our thoughts we make the world. Speak or act with an impure mind And trouble will follow you. As the wheel follows the ox that draws the cart. We are what we think. All that we are arises with our thoughts. With our thoughts we make the world. Speak or act with a pure mind. And happiness will follow you. As your shadow, unshakeable. How can a troubled mind understand the Way? Your worst enemy cannot harm you as much as your own thoughts unguarded. But once mastered, No one can help you as much, Not even your father or your mother... Buddha (from the Dhammapada, translated by Thomas Byron)
Unknown "Poet" Inspired
- 16 years, 11 months, 19 days ago
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What thou art is mine; Our state cannot be sever'd, we are one, One flesh; to lose thee were to lose myself. John Milton (1608 - 1674) Paradise Lost
Unknown "Poet" Inspired
- 16 years, 11 months, 19 days ago
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""This Too Shall Pass"" One day Solomon decided to humble Benaiah ben Yehoyada, his most trusted minister. He said to him, "Benaiah, there is a certain ring that I want you to bring to me. I wish to wear it for Sukkot which gives you six months to find it." "If it exists anywhere on earth, your majesty," replied Benaiah, "I will find it and bring it to you, but what makes the ring so special?" "It has magic powers," answered the king. "If a happy man looks at it, he becomes sad, and if a sad man looks at it, he becomes happy." Solomon knew that no such ring existed in the world, but he wished to give his minister a little taste of humility. Spring passed and then summer, and still Benaiah had no idea where he could find the ring. On the night before Sukkot, he decided to take a walk in one of he poorest quarters of Jerusalem. He passed by a merchant who had begun to set out the day's wares on a shabby carpet. "Have you by any chance heard of a magic ring that makes the happy wearer forget his joy and the broken-hearted wearer forget his sorrows?" asked Benaiah. He watched the grandfather take a plain gold ring from his carpet and engrave something on it. When Benaiah read the words on the ring, his face broke out in a wide smile. That night the entire city welcomed in the holiday of Sukkot with great festivity. "Well, my friend," said Solomon, "have you found what I sent you after?" All the ministers laughed and Solomon himself smiled. To everyone's surprise, Benaiah held up a small gold ring and declared, "Here it is, your majesty!" As soon as Solomon read the inscription, the smile vanished from his face. The jeweler had written three Hebrew letters on the gold band: _gimel, zayin, yud_, which began the words "_Gam zeh ya'avor_" -- "This too shall pass." At that moment Solomon realized that all his wisdom and fabulous wealth and tremendous power were but fleeting things, for one day he would be nothing but dust.
Unknown "Poet" Inspired
- 16 years, 11 months, 19 days ago
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