Author: Peter
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Pledge allegiance to love
If we all pledged allegiance to love rather than flags there would be no war A thought which came to mind this morning. I knew immediately which image I wished to apply it to. I don’t know who the artist is (it looks like a Banksy), but I found the image here.
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Argument is a Defense of Ego
I remind myself Every discussion is worth entering Every argument is worth leaving One is a journey of discovery One is a defense of ego
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Now and Love
If I can make the time for it Give it my full attention Allow the experience To permeate my being There is no future reward No past achievement More meaningful More fulfilling More exquisite Than the experience Of this very moment Now There are but two secrets To living fully, completely The other is Love…
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Our fetish for stuff ~ Wallace Shawn and Karl Marx give you the shirt off their back…
The Fever One day there was an anonymous present sitting on my doorstep — Volume One of Capital by Karl Marx, in a brown paper bag. A joke? Serious? And who had sent it? I never found out. Late that night, naked in bed, I leafed through it. The beginning was impenetrable, I couldn’t understand…
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You can’t make an omelette without chopping a few mushrooms
On a sunny Sunday morning The world outside my kitchen window not yet stirring But for songbirds singing And the rustle of leaves in the breeze Chop chop chopping mushrooms The sharp chef’s blade falling falling falling On the cutting board, slices of mushroom brushed aside Readied for sizzling butter and onionsEach strike of knife…
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Adama and Roslin ~ Discovering love in the quiet moments.
One of many beautifully rendered scenes from the fourth and final season of Battlestar Galactica. Admiral William Adama has fallen in love with Laura Roslin, President of the Twelve Colonies of Cobol. He hasn’t told her yet. He hasn’t even admitted it to himself, yet. But he is just about to. For the moment, he…
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Alive in the World ~ Jackson Browne coaxes me out of my shell
Alive in the World I want to live in the world, not inside my head I want to live in the world, I want to stand and be counted With the hopeful and the willing With the open and the strong With the voices in the darkness Fashioning daylight out of song And the millions…


