if you want to know me, ask the mountains, ask the sun, ask the air, ask the water. They know me well, they know me very well. if you want to understand me, look into the nature, clear like water, deep as water, i live my life, i see with my ears, i speak with my eyes, i hear with my mouth. if you want to know my life, look into the nature. come back, brother return to me. I Am Simple Like Water / Deep Like Water
When we are in the midst of despair, suffering, and acutely aware of our limitations, it's easy to believe that they represent ultimate reality. But these stories are orienting us toward another perspective. That perspective is that death, suffering, despair are but drops of water in a ceaseless flow of divine abundance. Goodness, life, hope, small acts of kindness, hearts that are moved by the beauty of nature, that open and reach out when somebody or something is suffering, and that are ready to love if given half a chance - this is the norm. The task is to become students of this flow of grace, and eventually masters of it in the service of the world. Bruce Sanguin
Santa Maria , prega per noi. To the world, and the people, in their crisis, in their pains, to the children of tomorrow, to the wars that never end. The Kelly Family
All of us today participate in imaginary communities that we call publics, our Ideas broadcast assembles a virtual community of listeners, a listening pubic. The Origins of the Modern Public
SE DICE DE MI , It is said about me If I'm ugly, let's say it's so,though I'm not aware of that,when it comes to love, all I know,that I left stranded more than one fool. They might say, they might talk, and gossip and bray, but they won't say that I deceived myself, because I always was modest. I am this way.
When the lens you look through reflects your personal bias, your view of reality is clouded. Truth simply is. The clouded mind cannot know it.
We cannot view the reality of human existence from Mount Olympus. We have to make sense of life from where we are, and where we'll stay; on the ground, in the mud, mist and murk of everyday living, guided by the insights and ignorance of our own personality. We look out on the world through our own personal bias. This is true when staring out of the kitchen window, or in a laboratory or before an admiring audience. The totally impartial psychologists like all human beings, seek power, status and control at least as much as truth. When these conflict, truth is likely to be the first casualty.
We do what it is in our interests to do, within our alliances, networks, professional associations, groups. It is not usually in our interest to be entirely open with others about what is in our interest. Power is gained by presenting oneself as a detached professional enquirer. Professionals would be shocked if depicted as wolves and dogs running in packs. Yet this is almost certainly a more accurate metaphor than that of the detached seeker. In these increasingly competitive times, clinicians and academics have been thrust into the market place. If combatants are to survive and prosper in the rush for research funds and promotion, they must engage in an increasingly manic career battle with colleagues and rivals. They must gain success, celebrity, status, and more than their colleagues.If our talent is not self-evidently exceptional, we may also need to be seen with the right people at the right time and place. Allies must be cultivated, enemies isolated, and attention, citation, publication and publicity extracted for every minor effort. Claims, and the language used to make them, become inflated. Language impresses more than informs. Our words become incomprehensible to all but a few fellow specialists. 'Seekers after truth', may become, by degrees, (BSc, MSc. PhD, piled higher and deeper), seekers after citation and success. Pseudo-science, mathematical renditions of nonsense, footnotes and references as large as the body text; all these, often, inflate the person more than the argument. Journal articles may build power, status and funds more than they enhance real, useful, relevant, knowledge. from Philosophy Online
The most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious. It is the source of all true art and all science. Albert Einstein
The high tide (La Maree Haute) The road is singing, When i set out I take three steps... The road grows silent The road is dark, As far as i can see I take three steps...The road is gone I climbed up the high tide The head is full But the heart Wants more
The white collar criminal has no legal constraints. You subpoena documents, we destroy documents. You subpoena witnesses, we lie. So you are at a disadvantage when it comes to the white-collar criminal. In effect, we're economic predators. Stop turning this whole discussion into a Harvard economics seminar on financial instruments like derivatives, etc., and let's get down to the people who have been hurt. Who's benefited by this? Democracy Now with Amy Goodman
I consider that brokers come into the world with souls - I am satisfied they do; and if they wear them out in the course of a long career of stock-jobbing, have they not a right to come in at the eleventh hour and get themselves half-soled, like old boots, and be saved at last? We admire his mature judgment in selling out of a worked-out mine of iniquity and investing in righteousness, and no man denies, or even doubts, the validity of the transaction. The angel that accomplishes the task may require all eternity to rest himself in. Daniel In The Lion's Den, Mark Twain
The physical needs for food, water, shelter, clothing, and basic comforts could be easily met for all humans on the planet, were it not for the imbalance of resources created by the insane and rapacious need for more, the greed of the ego. It finds collective expression in the economic structures of this world, such as the huge corporations, which are egoic entities that compete with each other for more. They pursue their aim with absolute ruthlessness. Nature, animals, people, even their own employees, are no more than digits on a balance sheet, lifeless objects to be used, then discarded. Eckhart Tolle-A New Earth
Carl Sandburg reading his social commentative poem. Sandburg demonstrates in this great reading how just simple non prosaic words delivered with the unique relaxed elequence and dexterity he possesssed can tug at the emotions of the listener.
We are the world, There's a choice we're making We're saving our own lives It's true we'll make a better day Just you and me
So tired of the straight line, and everywhere you turn, There's vultures and thieves at your back. The storm keeps on twisting, you keep on building the lies. That you make up for all that you lack It don't make no difference, escaping one last time. It's easier to believe. In this sweet madness, oh this glorious sadness That brings me to my knees.
In the arms of an Angel, far away from here, From this dark, cold hotel room, and the endlessness that you fear. You are pulled from the wreckage of your silent reverie, In the arms of an Angel; may you find some comfort here. Sarah Mclachlan
Let me fall, Let me climb. There's a moment when fear and dreams must collide. Someone I am, is waiting for courage. The one I want, the one I will become, Will catch me. I will dance so freely, holding on to no one. You can hold me only, if you too will fall, away from all these Useless fears and chains. Cirque du Soleil
E. O. Wilson "The Anthill" tells the story of a few colonies of ants living and a fascinating account of the way these particular ants function as a society, and the rise and fall of an empire. But Wilson also uses it as a not-so-subtle parallel to the human world: Every species walks a tightrope ... Launched upon it, there is only one way to keep going, and a thousand ways to fall off.
Thanks to life, which has given me so much. It gave me two beams of light, that when opened, Can perfectly distinguish black from white and in the sky above, her starry backdrop, And from within the multitude The one that I love.
Thanks to life, which has given me so much. It gave me an ear that, in all of its width records, night and day, crickets and canaries, hammers and turbines and bricks and storms, and the tender voice of my beloved.
Thanks to life, which has given me so much. It gave me sound and the alphabet.With them the words that I think and declare: "Mother," "Friend," "Brother" and the light shining. The route of the soul from which comes love.
Thanks to life, which has given me so much. It gave me the ability to walk with my tired feet. With them I have traversed cities and puddles Valleys and deserts, mountains and plains.And your house, your street and your patio.
Thanks to life, which has given me so much. It gave me a heart, that causes my frame to shudder, When I see the fruit of the human brain, When I see good so far from bad, When I see within the clarity of your eyes...
Thanks to life, which has given me so much. It gave me laughter and it gave me longing. With them I distinguish happiness and pain; The two materials from which my songs are formed, And your song, as well, which is the same song. And everyone's song, which is my very song. Mercedes Sosa - Gracias a La Vida , Thanks to life
But my love does not change regardless of the distance or the memory or the pain of my land and my people. What changed yesterday will have to change tomorrow just as I change in this distant land.
Although the senses are necessary for all our actual knowledge, they are not sufficient to provide it all, since they never give us anything but instances, that is particular or singular truths. But however many instances confirm a general truth, they do not suffice to establish its universal necessity; for it does not follow that what has happened will always happen in the same way. Leibniz, New Essays on Human Understanding
In other words, our senses tell you how the world is now. Our memory tells you how the world was. Together, they cannot tell us how the world must be only how it has been so far.
In July a young woman from Winnipeg will be cycling from Vancouver to Winnipeg in support of the Shanti Uganda Society which supports traditional practices to help families in Uganda
I hope not only to raise money for Shanti Uganda to uplift women and communities in Africa, but to empower and inspire ALL women!
Spirit Alive by Didgeridoo (yidaki) player Kristian Benton
The MOIRAI (or Moirae) were the goddesses of fate who personified the inescapable destiny of man. They assinged to every person his or her fate or share in the scheme of things. Their name means "Parts." "Shares" or "Alottted Portions." Zeus Moiragetes, the god of fate, was their leader. Klotho, whose name meant 'Spinner', spinned the thread of life. Lakhesis, whose name meant 'Apportioner of Lots', being derived from a word meaning to receive by lot, measured the thread of life. Atropos (or Aisa), whose name meant 'She who cannot be turned', cut the thread of life. At the birth of a man, the Moirai spinned out the thread of his future life, followed his steps, and directed the consequences of his actions according to the counsel of the gods. It was not an inflexible fate; Zeus, if he chose, had the power of saving even those who were already on the point of being seized by their fate. The Fates did not abruptly interfere in human affairs but availed themselves of intermediate causes, and determined the lot of mortals not absolutely, but only conditionally, even man himself, in his freedom was allowed to exercise a certain influence upon them.
Joe Cocker - A Little Help From My Friends What would you do if I sang out of tune, Would you stand up and walk out on me? Lend me your ears and I'll sing you a song. I will try not to sing out of key.
I get by with a little help from my friends. I just keep trying with a little help from my friends. I want to get high with my friends . I just hold on with my friends.
What do I do when my love is away? (does it worry you to be all alone?). How do I feel by the end of the day? (are you sad because your on your own?) (do you need any body?) I need some body to love. (do you need any body?) All I need is someone to love.
(would you beleive in a love at first sight?) I'm certain it happens all the time. (what do you see when you turn off the lights?) I don't see much.
All my trials, Lord, soon be over. I looked over Jordan, and WHAT did I see? Comin' for to carry me home, A band of angels comin after me, Comin for to carry me home. Thomas Quasthoff
LES YEUX NOIRS - Theirs is a sound that ignores the divisions of political maps, sneaks past border patrols and extends the hand of fraternity right across Central and Eastern Europe. Equal parts gypsy and klezmer), the band draws on music from right across the region, from Hungary down to Armenia.
Ederlezi is a popular traditional folk song of the Roma minority in the Balkans.The song got its name after Ederlezi which is a Spring festival especially celebrated by Roma people in the Balkans.
Life isn't about waiting for the storm to pass. It's about learning to dance in the rain!
Betty came by on her way. Said she had a word to say about things today, and fallen leaves. Gonna see the river man, Gonna tell him all I can about the plan for lilac time. If he tells me all he knows about the way his river flows and all night shows in summertime. Betty said she prayed today for the sky to blow away or maybe stay. She wasn't sure. For when she thought of summer rain, calling for her mind again she lost the pain and stayed for more. Nick Drake- Riverman
My favorite teacup is lost. I have two choices. Either I can be miserable or I can be happy. This is a reminder that inner turmoil and inner peace were both available to me at that moment. Thoughts and feelings are transitory. They are energies that shift. When we are caught up in them, we mistakenly believe that we are what we are feeling or thinking and we are no longer in touch with our peaceful nature. There is a seed of wholeness within each of us that is our true self, wholeness that nothing can disturb. From this place, we have the capacity to respond to life peacefully, rather than react to it from a place of unrest. From this place, the still small voice of Love speaks, counteracting the voices that arise from unchecked ego and within our head, criticizing and judging ourselves. A voice of Loves speaks here and reminds us that at our core, we are whole, despite the turmoil around us and the evidence to the contrary. Close your eyes for just a moment to wonder and touch your own beloved-ness, as a new mother or father might watch or caresses their sleeping newborn. Kari Neufeld
Dee Dee Bridgewater, Red Earth, Sakhodougou" (The Griots) and Kabine Kouyate who comes from a griot family singing in the oral tradition of the Griots. A griot is a male singer who keeps the village history as an oral tradition. The griot singers carry all the nostalgia of the Malian soul.
We are free, truly free, when we don't need to rent our arms to anybody in order to be able to lift a piece of bread to our mouths. Ricardo Flores Magon
Ooooo oooooo oooooo Somewhere over the rainbow, way up high And the dreams that you dreamed of, Once in a lullaby Somewhere over the rainbow, blue birds fly, And the dreams that you dreamed of, Dreams really do come true Someday I'll wish upon a star, Wake up where the clouds are far behind me Where trouble melts like lemon drops, High above the chimney tops thats where you'll find me Somewhere over the rainbow bluebirds fly, And the dreams that you dare to, oh why, oh why can't I? Well I see trees of green and Red roses too, I'll watch them bloom for me and you And I think to myself, What a wonderful world Well I see skies of blue and I see clouds of white, And the brightness of day. I like the dark and I think to myself What a wonderful world The colors of the rainbow so pretty in the sky, are also on the faces of people passing by I see friends shaking hands, saying, "How do you do?" They're really saying, I love you I hear babies cry and I watch them grow, They'll learn much more than We'll know And I think to myself What a wonderful world Someday I'll wish upon a star, Wake up where the clouds are far behind me. Where trouble melts like lemon drops. High above the chimney top thats where you'll find me. Somewhere over the rainbow way up high. And the dreams that you dare to, oh why, oh why can't I? Ooooo oooooo oooooo Israel Kamakawiwo'Ole
