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She Looks to The Future V1

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She looks to the future, but not too far ahead
The meaning of life don’t mess with her head
She has no fear of what she can see
She knows what she wants and what she wants is me

She looks to the future, she don’t look back
She wields her beauty, she knows what I lack
She calms me down, she’s the earth I feel
She knows what she wants and what she wants is me.

She looks to the future, she sees her nest
She plans the colours, she wants what’s best
She wont be tied down, she wants to be free
She knows what she wants and what she wants is me.

She looks to the future, with her feet on the ground
She’s no empty vessel to make the most sound
She’s gentle and good when her progress she sees
She knows what she wants and what she wants is me.

There’s such comfort in such certainty
She knows what she wants and what she wants is me.
Its such a tonic in an age of uncertainty
She knows what she wants and what she wants is me.

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November 7th, 2012 at 11:18 pm

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The Struggle

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Invictus

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.

William Ernest Henley

This poem was a favourite of Nelson Mandela who struggled and conquered much more than you or I but our struggles are personal and real to us and no less difficult in that regard.

I see that we struggle to be part of the great flywheel of existence but sometimes are spun off and struggle to get back on again.

But I see that struggle is part of the human condition and part of the essence of being alive. Such a particular struggle is the downside of freewill, democracy, growth and change.
And we would not willingly give those up so we must  accept the downsides also.

Our struggle is for a limited time.  We take the baton run for a short time and pass it on in the great race of life.

Our relatively short lives seem to make no sense except to contribute to the development of the human race in its growth in consciousness to some unknown end. The human race has some sense of a journey that is going somewhere.

On an individual level there appears to be not much good about growing old and dying (perhaps on a species level one can see the rationale of growth and renewal). Perhaps the awareness of limited time gives us humility, a feeling of shared experience and an added focus and impetus to do things.

At the end of our struggle is old age and death. Death is a scary thought and one we all face in private. Its so big that we often avoid it . In fact our society seems to make a thing of avoiding it.

There are many models that try to make sense of our existence and what drives us, none of them that are satisfactory to me as in the end there are more questions for me  than answers.

I am reminded of the wonderful film – Blade Runner.
Tyrell (who made Batty) says to Batty(A humanoid robot, who has a very limited time to live):

“Revel in your time”.

It seems apt.

While we are here I feel we must strive to be the best we can be and to do the best we can do.


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November 7th, 2012 at 12:23 pm

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Meaning

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I saw a cat poised to fight
A singing bird in June
With total focus and muscles tight
His form and function in tune

He was living in each moment
A perfect, effective being
At one with the earth & firmament
At one with his role in his scene

As perfect… as a child’s love
As perfect …as the morning dew
As perfect …as the light above
As perfect… as the earth when new

He had no reason to worry
He had no reason to ask
He had no reason to be sorry
His meaning was in his task

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November 3rd, 2012 at 6:53 pm

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Stars Go Blue

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Dancin’ where the stars go blue
Dancin’ where the evening fell
Dancin’ in your wooden shoes
In a wedding gown

Dancin’ out on 7th street
Dancin’ through the underground
Dancin’ little marionette
Are you happy now?

Where do you go when you’re lonely
Where do you go when you’re blue
Where do you go when you’re lonely
I’ll follow you
When the stars go blue

Laughing with your pretty mouth
Laughing with your broken eyes
Laughing with your lover’s tongue
In a lullaby

Where do you go when you’re lonely
Where do you go when you’re blue
Where do you go when you’re lonely
I’ll follow you
When the stars go blue
The stars go blue, stars go blue

Song by Ryan Adams

Picture copyright © All rights reserved by Mikael Colville-Andersen

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November 2nd, 2012 at 2:06 am

Dorian Gray

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In your face I suddenly saw
Your anger, explosive and raw
I was hurt by every word you said
You showed me a picture, Dorian Gray

He has lived all my life with me
He worries about my survival for me,
He’s an unruly, anxious child hidden away
He’s not understood, Dorian Gray

But he hijacks me as I travel
I fight, I lash out and watch all unravel
I wonder later as I’m hurt and I pay
Where did I go wrong, Dorian Gray

Ignorance is not bliss, it hurts and it wrecks
Knowledge and understanding are necessary steps
To conquering yourself, to the end of your days
He must be managed, Dorian Gray.

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November 1st, 2012 at 11:48 pm

Knockin’ on Heaven’s Door

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Mama, take this badge off of me
I can’t use it anymore
It’s gettin’ dark, too dark for me to see
I feel like I’m knockin’ on heaven’s door

Knock, knock, knockin’ on heaven’s door(4)

Mama, put my guns in the ground
I can’t shoot them anymore
That long black cloud is comin’ down
I feel like I’m knockin’ on heaven’s door

Knock, knock, knockin’ on heaven’s door(4)

Bob Dylan. Copyright ©1973 by Ram’s Horn Music

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November 1st, 2012 at 9:02 am

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