Sunday, August 30, 2015

Five thoughts


look at your anger - it is very menacing. like a billowing monsoon cloud - but if you go there it is just mist. likewise if you look at the thought of anger it will vanish like frost in the morning sun


sing to god with the harp-sing to him with the harp-sing to our king with the harp - sing to him with the harp-god is the king of the whole earth-sing to him with the arp played skillfully.


Nothing but love over there where jesus is, ohh Nothing but love over there where jesus is (help me say it) Nothing but love over there where Jesus is, I wanna go, I wanna go, ohh Wait a minute bring it down Listen


“Praise be to you, my Lord, through our Sister, Mother Earth, who sustains and governs us, and who produces various fruit with coloured flowers and herbs”.


Truly it is Y*u who fashioned them and Y*u know their nature: they are but flesh and blood; man comes from dust and to dust returns; he gets his food at the peril of his life; he is like broken earthenware; like withering grass and fading flowers; like a fleeing shadow and a driven cloud; like a puff of wind, like vanishing dust, like a dream that flies away. But Y*u are the King, living, everlasting G*d.

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