tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15375589292621876532024-03-13T04:16:48.331-04:00.Beaux Gestes with Love.sealitwithavision.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08063006378924293379noreply@blogger.comBlogger78125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1537558929262187653.post-19080012213241223472012-02-14T13:27:00.003-05:002012-02-14T13:40:42.624-05:00the divine in you.<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;">The Whole World in Your Hands</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><i>Treat everything with respect and watch life bloom all around you.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:100%;color:#990000;">By: Aadil Palkhivala (Fire of Love)</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:100%;color:#990000;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:100%;color:#990000;"><b>Every atom </b>in the universe plays a role. Shift or change a single one, and that shift impacts something else, much like the proverbial tossed pebble that ripples the surface of the lake. What is often overlooked in this modern world is that everything and everybody has value, that each atom in the universe does indeed have a place. We must treat all with care. Each vibrant human being, each wild jumping salmon, each warm blanket, each ticking clock, each trembling leaf has its purpose in the cosmic scheme. Even the man who has forgotten his smile, the fish that is left to rot, the tattered blanket that offers no warmth, the clock that is spent- all serve a purpose.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:100%;color:#990000;">The next time you slam a car door or drop your coat on the floor, consider: How would I feel if somebody treated me that way? The practice of respecting others essentially means treating all things as if they were you. Leave everything a little better than you found it. Treat all material objects with utmost respect.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:100%;color:#990000;">At yoga centers we instruct our students to take off their shoes as they enter, and refrain from talking to each other while the teacher is talking. We ask them to fold their mats and put them away in neat piles, and to put the props away in a carefully organized manner. Though beginning students may wonder why we make all these requests, as they begin to grow on the path of yoga, they realize they are cultivating the ability to respect. Although they may initially think that putting carefully folded blankets in a straight pile is a waste of time, later they realize that when they do this, they are respecting not only the blanket but also the person who will pick up the blanket next.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:100%;color:#990000;">When we care for the next person, we feel valuable to others and a part of a community. We feel that we have, in a small way, left the world a better place than we found it. Indeed, most of the world's environmental catastrophes would not exist today if people in power would respect the fact that each thing has value and everything has a place.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:100%;color:#990000;">When we respect something (whether it be a car door or a coat), it will last longer and function better. That is also true for people. When I respect my wife, she is kinder to me. Likewise, with loving care, a tree will bear us sweeter fruit. On the other hand, when we do not respect other people, they will not be willing to help us when we are in need. If we do not respect the planet, it will not remain habitable.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:100%;color:#990000;">Thus, respect begets a smoother life. Yet, do not respect because you will attain these results, but because you know that being respectful helps you grow as an indvidual. Eventually, we respect for no reason, but just because that is who we are.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:100%;color:#990000;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:100%;color:#990000;"><i>Namaste means </i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:100%;color:#990000;"><i>"the divinity within me salutes</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:100%;color:#990000;"><i>the divinity within you"</i></span></div>sealitwithavision.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08063006378924293379noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1537558929262187653.post-40640005495275995032012-01-19T16:37:00.005-05:002012-01-19T18:36:43.237-05:00Auto-Pilot: To Be or Not to Be on it.<div style="text-align: center;">So, you say...</div><div style="text-align: center;">let's go up in the air</div><div style="text-align: center;">and not worry about a thing</div><div style="text-align: center;">'cause</div><div style="text-align: center;">we've got auto-pilot.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I say</div><div style="text-align: center;">I might want to beg to differ</div><div style="text-align: center;">Auto-piloting</div><div style="text-align: center;">may be but a way to stay numb</div><div style="text-align: center;">and useless.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Now maybe we need to ask</div><div style="text-align: center;">what uselessness really is.</div><div><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBf6T_YfjDk4EKUgJmRUNgM2VgNeKWVO3tHprV7aw-utHvuhyTO2UtvxYpaGFZaoTwG1EIPg2F7KZga9sA-ZgGBk-yYERm8Duu4GAPNB5E4xOGJRIyrTn1U6Y7ZFUs7PWCAnqjJHtH9WQ/s1600/Diptic.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBf6T_YfjDk4EKUgJmRUNgM2VgNeKWVO3tHprV7aw-utHvuhyTO2UtvxYpaGFZaoTwG1EIPg2F7KZga9sA-ZgGBk-yYERm8Duu4GAPNB5E4xOGJRIyrTn1U6Y7ZFUs7PWCAnqjJHtH9WQ/s320/Diptic.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699463136733568834" /></a>sealitwithavision.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08063006378924293379noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1537558929262187653.post-53196418837386861892011-09-30T11:34:00.001-04:002011-09-30T11:35:16.778-04:00<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">"Faith sees the invisible,</div><div style="text-align: center;">believes the incredible,</div><div style="text-align: center;">and receives the impossible."</div><div style="text-align: center;">-me a few circles ago</div><div style="text-align: center;">(circa. 2003)</div>sealitwithavision.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08063006378924293379noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1537558929262187653.post-85147102403710189002011-09-14T17:39:00.002-04:002011-09-14T17:42:42.807-04:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAJUtrSZwN9-MZxrsf5Dmcdtf2OViJEhZU-mEiGNnXyp8Q4cRJYHWB6NeqBGfX-4_W-mXY0hZ3ruft3u1haTW892wubI2gh3IKV8JKE2jjoPjtqmxVIwsmWYxCgG8mjwymnuD4fFilI1Q/s1600/IMG_0614.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAJUtrSZwN9-MZxrsf5Dmcdtf2OViJEhZU-mEiGNnXyp8Q4cRJYHWB6NeqBGfX-4_W-mXY0hZ3ruft3u1haTW892wubI2gh3IKV8JKE2jjoPjtqmxVIwsmWYxCgG8mjwymnuD4fFilI1Q/s320/IMG_0614.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652333927265457986" /></a><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">"Love is faceless yet carved with definition like the wind."</div><div style="text-align: center;">Stephanie Gasco</div><div style="text-align: center;">(11-15-10)</div>sealitwithavision.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08063006378924293379noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1537558929262187653.post-55347325542032691212011-09-07T17:31:00.002-04:002011-09-07T17:37:33.215-04:00To Dream<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZQr6JPRq-0ZBrc_G2xtlRI5x71TQkPihtlHEq4-QP92lWhalP2N9vLtA7XtrZSY7PNUtmrYbbCZ5T1cC2Nc-RI2yEqI5vMlHrfU2vflmxoc9AJvx1aLTEv6LdGx_lGa42bL-Cu7I4S7o/s1600/IMG_4138.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZQr6JPRq-0ZBrc_G2xtlRI5x71TQkPihtlHEq4-QP92lWhalP2N9vLtA7XtrZSY7PNUtmrYbbCZ5T1cC2Nc-RI2yEqI5vMlHrfU2vflmxoc9AJvx1aLTEv6LdGx_lGa42bL-Cu7I4S7o/s320/IMG_4138.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649735004058467730" /></a><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Here, I tell you of an irony.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Life is but a dreamy reality.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Reality is an anchor</div><div style="text-align: center;">as</div><div style="text-align: center;">dreams are.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Imbalance gives birth to illusions.</div><div style="text-align: center;">So, let's dream and live well, right?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>sealitwithavision.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08063006378924293379noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1537558929262187653.post-72231113556237800662011-08-22T20:33:00.006-04:002011-09-03T19:56:48.110-04:00Brother Bay, How I Love You So.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgK0bOzRr3xpgledJ3ndYrTwuvNlz1uTcFMbFz1i3VcNuDDxYZuoCIoBLWHrI3kAu_yA1zGSLBCe32o_J_bgL8qhOxw1lskfL-0Ig_CuFHTh15G4w7vDyChgFovQIL6XTEPoMglCrek2qo/s1600/5331_116680224396_535089396_2342357_4529208_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgK0bOzRr3xpgledJ3ndYrTwuvNlz1uTcFMbFz1i3VcNuDDxYZuoCIoBLWHrI3kAu_yA1zGSLBCe32o_J_bgL8qhOxw1lskfL-0Ig_CuFHTh15G4w7vDyChgFovQIL6XTEPoMglCrek2qo/s320/5331_116680224396_535089396_2342357_4529208_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648286486821086386" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Amazing Grace.</div><div style="text-align: center;">How sweet the sight.</div><div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Shooting stars seen through gratitude.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Elation through the cobalt skies.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Glad cries empowered by pure awe.</div><div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">It's true after all, Brother Bay.</div><div style="text-align: center;">You've always been by my side.</div><div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">This just has been <i>my </i>forever...</div><div style="text-align: center;">This place.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Now I gotta let go.</div><div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Like a baby's gotta grow,</div><div style="text-align: center;">nothing ever stays the same.</div><div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">The baby can't stay a baby.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Sameness is just a small illusion of the illusions...</div><div style="text-align: center;">Believe in the truth.</div><div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">The truth isn't the sameness of things.</div><div style="text-align: center;">The truth is free.</div><div style="text-align: center;">
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<br /></div>sealitwithavision.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08063006378924293379noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1537558929262187653.post-31119608167780542632011-06-13T20:55:00.004-04:002011-06-13T21:04:24.531-04:00Why Dance Alone?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiirNkziGmsg3yMmq1Y9It8_UL7RyHglWFt-hAjnApPVqNQDnIJQnPO6Km8_88DNbis3zVqKlbMqKVjMdSV-NP_y9QvjarGfp_y5MECSyY8kY0bcoSc8QWkinzdtcGgNU8nxyCwfVtryZ8/s1600/IMG_3707.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiirNkziGmsg3yMmq1Y9It8_UL7RyHglWFt-hAjnApPVqNQDnIJQnPO6Km8_88DNbis3zVqKlbMqKVjMdSV-NP_y9QvjarGfp_y5MECSyY8kY0bcoSc8QWkinzdtcGgNU8nxyCwfVtryZ8/s320/IMG_3707.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617874560169369010" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Shades of Reality,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Yours and mine.</div><div style="text-align: center;">In that pile of hay</div><div style="text-align: center;">Awaits a slice of harmony.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">It's just best that</div><div style="text-align: center;">I'm not left</div><div style="text-align: center;">alone with my thoughts.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Of so many abysses</div><div style="text-align: center;">I could choose from,</div><div style="text-align: center;">I'd much prefer to stick with Jesus.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Didn't your mama say</div><div style="text-align: center;">it was best to play</div><div style="text-align: center;">safe than get in harm's way.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">If I saw every bird</div><div style="text-align: center;">That was trying to drop a sign,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Maybe I would know</div><div style="text-align: center;">a tad better.</div>sealitwithavision.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08063006378924293379noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1537558929262187653.post-43899107078446178052011-05-23T14:23:00.002-04:002011-05-23T14:30:46.788-04:00Water Bubbles<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJjO1a2uFYu9B7ExdG-9vHpbRV1pIKt22OdzJVfVAEs3zYJTKOJPUYBid1xIagVQVb6BmORXjcFc727MLpyBETAUh8jUzPDxkAkCHMN7l-hdrHsFbLtAntC71b69175CDSlnxKYXS3H8A/s1600/IMG_3284.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "></span></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJjO1a2uFYu9B7ExdG-9vHpbRV1pIKt22OdzJVfVAEs3zYJTKOJPUYBid1xIagVQVb6BmORXjcFc727MLpyBETAUh8jUzPDxkAkCHMN7l-hdrHsFbLtAntC71b69175CDSlnxKYXS3H8A/s1600/IMG_3284.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJjO1a2uFYu9B7ExdG-9vHpbRV1pIKt22OdzJVfVAEs3zYJTKOJPUYBid1xIagVQVb6BmORXjcFc727MLpyBETAUh8jUzPDxkAkCHMN7l-hdrHsFbLtAntC71b69175CDSlnxKYXS3H8A/s320/IMG_3284.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609979292239218402" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Is it only my vision,</div><div style="text-align: center;">the things I see?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Or is the reality cloud</div><div style="text-align: center;">that is becoming rather obscure?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I know I am </div><div style="text-align: center;">with nothing but questions.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">It might just be time for reflection,</div><div style="text-align: center;">to trek upon the treaded.</div>sealitwithavision.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08063006378924293379noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1537558929262187653.post-67276376570341613242011-05-16T10:35:00.003-04:002011-05-16T10:47:19.204-04:00All My How's...For Now.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2s0_Ee962CJVTSCeD6xHcMebCeD7-qbAPzpOTcuPJQHaZK_V5puM5JKaehuH6csJz6jUpNAequ1WjIiAFQYWrXDyQ4b1eMfo1lQHhR52dwjZEJGH0wyGjHxX1TD70iIJNdihbowE_w1Q/s1600/IMG_3362.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2s0_Ee962CJVTSCeD6xHcMebCeD7-qbAPzpOTcuPJQHaZK_V5puM5JKaehuH6csJz6jUpNAequ1WjIiAFQYWrXDyQ4b1eMfo1lQHhR52dwjZEJGH0wyGjHxX1TD70iIJNdihbowE_w1Q/s320/IMG_3362.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607324875731116210" /></a><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">How do I know what vitamins I need?</div><div style="text-align: center;">How do I find my sanity?</div><div style="text-align: center;">How do I rediscover my red, white, and blue?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Is there rediscovering anything?</div><div style="text-align: center;">Do we just run in a hamster wheel,...</div><div style="text-align: center;">the pile of whatnots we leave behind</div><div style="text-align: center;">and mistake for progress?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Hazy.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Not quite insane.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Bogus.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Mirages are what YOU see...</div><div style="text-align: center;">and they become what you feel...</div><div style="text-align: center;">until you slip past them.</div><div style="text-align: center;">So, yeah, what is real?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Tell me.</div><div style="text-align: center;">What a dime and a nickel make.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Compare the click of metal to a gust of wind.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Go ahead.</div>sealitwithavision.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08063006378924293379noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1537558929262187653.post-7144963925980868332011-04-03T21:33:00.003-04:002011-04-03T22:43:23.446-04:00A bit o poetry<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOvIDiktjAkctu0_xeUsv9bmE-icdAI_ZxVccglq6UXCiPls_kZZj7gnuBCHxJcYTAmFYSts-c3K6P9ie9-sxLHrA4AadAL6hL9FUwKh8-29c-5Lbj-oOj0WQCODEn4cuygrNH-hSPVuk/s1600/IMG_2394.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOvIDiktjAkctu0_xeUsv9bmE-icdAI_ZxVccglq6UXCiPls_kZZj7gnuBCHxJcYTAmFYSts-c3K6P9ie9-sxLHrA4AadAL6hL9FUwKh8-29c-5Lbj-oOj0WQCODEn4cuygrNH-hSPVuk/s320/IMG_2394.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591553226550817538" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I aspire to write</div><div style="text-align: center;">for that I often rise</div><div style="text-align: center;">under a hovering cloud</div><div style="text-align: center;">that is rather dim and misty.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I write of happy things,</div><div style="text-align: center;">the things we know of</div><div style="text-align: center;">only far in never-never land.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I do so to flee from the cloud.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Put me not in a corner</div><div style="text-align: center;">for that I too rise to lilacs,</div><div style="text-align: center;">daisies, irises, and mistletoes.</div><div style="text-align: center;">They too dwell where I live.</div>sealitwithavision.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08063006378924293379noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1537558929262187653.post-82358735175311505302011-03-18T14:14:00.002-04:002011-03-18T14:22:30.950-04:00Wordless Visions<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOD1iz-Ni5zimLn3CsiTxU0r9gaEh5hnjkdR_cxPGx3ZKwaBwaL8-WI9cd3zeWam2KxS3cz7QfwVBAyzqpcxX-AMWBMzYcxOv4ASFLgF6iVolb87Kf6g1FSnVNs3l8g5S09RoYh7prL5s/s1600/IMG_8945.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOD1iz-Ni5zimLn3CsiTxU0r9gaEh5hnjkdR_cxPGx3ZKwaBwaL8-WI9cd3zeWam2KxS3cz7QfwVBAyzqpcxX-AMWBMzYcxOv4ASFLgF6iVolb87Kf6g1FSnVNs3l8g5S09RoYh7prL5s/s320/IMG_8945.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585486933471421410" /></a><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">A dismantled youth.</div><div style="text-align: center;">A promising bottle of wine for age.</div><div style="text-align: center;">A broad whirl of flavors spread on the largest piece of bread ever.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">The ice cream girl promises you immediate satisfaction.</div><div style="text-align: center;">The realtor promises you lasting gratification.</div><div style="text-align: center;">High tide flows in as low tide recedes.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">A fresh breath of brand new life.</div><div style="text-align: center;">A sweet, long whisper of wisdom.</div><div style="text-align: center;">A dance is always accompanied by some ground.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Milestones.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Milestones.</div><div style="text-align: center;">The rock.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Count not the sheep</div><div style="text-align: center;">but the blessings</div><div style="text-align: center;">you know and see.</div>sealitwithavision.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08063006378924293379noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1537558929262187653.post-65463340146787057032011-03-17T00:32:00.006-04:002011-03-17T00:47:29.128-04:00Moonlight Turns Water into Emerald<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgxqj6qoHcKgk7ua1qdWU1Tvs7HLQYzQTzE8PYa9tldUrtTnGpUh8Wh-CUedpZh1IPGRoP7fWzknONBKP6xumBo7kq4ULzB-nxyTsXQtI6gc7GRPgkQvNBXmY7-SfDexV61hGzyjPxYgI/s1600/IMG_1903.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgxqj6qoHcKgk7ua1qdWU1Tvs7HLQYzQTzE8PYa9tldUrtTnGpUh8Wh-CUedpZh1IPGRoP7fWzknONBKP6xumBo7kq4ULzB-nxyTsXQtI6gc7GRPgkQvNBXmY7-SfDexV61hGzyjPxYgI/s320/IMG_1903.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584903868831426674" /></a><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">There were bubbles everywhere...</div><div style="text-align: center;">Gleams of sparkles played in the moonlight.</div><div style="text-align: center;">There was so much promise in the water.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Only there was no swimmer.</div><div style="text-align: center;">The swimmer never showed up.</div><div style="text-align: center;">There was just no need to come and go.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">There is no looking back,</div><div style="text-align: center;">not even if you are on a ladder.</div><div style="text-align: center;">There is only going forward.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Gather your pieces.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Thank your pieces.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Be whole.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>sealitwithavision.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08063006378924293379noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1537558929262187653.post-69232749552623919732011-03-09T07:17:00.004-05:002011-03-09T07:44:46.823-05:00keep your dreams not in a bottle but within the air you breathe.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW8QKj6nowU9rVF07UDZQpYQJ4SJoDvszxbfu2UG3uttItz_esDiaIYQYeY1PMPYLU5-Cs_XkiBFL8I8uQI-4_uTOzvPzv4lNBggly2LWfFjmyZRcQDwXZQDB0gMrz1SH8qx447yr0_EM/s1600/IMG_1965.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 202px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW8QKj6nowU9rVF07UDZQpYQJ4SJoDvszxbfu2UG3uttItz_esDiaIYQYeY1PMPYLU5-Cs_XkiBFL8I8uQI-4_uTOzvPzv4lNBggly2LWfFjmyZRcQDwXZQDB0gMrz1SH8qx447yr0_EM/s320/IMG_1965.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582059476868246034" /></a><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">In the quietest hour right past dawn,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Silence speaks as the tone of the king.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Hope shimmers like the face of the queen.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Doubt dribbles on the silhouette of the jester.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Daylight gives birth to day,</div><div style="text-align: center;">warmhearted creatures softly toss towards waking</div><div style="text-align: center;">as</div><div style="text-align: center;">brand new smiles and dreams come alive.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Today will always be today.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Every minute will be its own.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Every breath is sacred.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Every reflection is telling.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Absorb.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Embrace.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Delight. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Reflect.</div>sealitwithavision.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08063006378924293379noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1537558929262187653.post-25103211367315977122011-02-23T15:47:00.002-05:002011-02-23T15:55:55.495-05:00something like a testimony<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibj_v60-eE-FuIyRDtZGoRoQqNnaKmpnte8gAIqCNGIT4TDeN-wCEjW1nl3WBNqW6TfOSNZwPOJLHleMcq-g3YMZvkjG-LFNBDGlVWlpnDbX2XZGU3-lSKo2tGUx8FlPt9gPzO4D_RtTM/s1600/IMG_9095.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibj_v60-eE-FuIyRDtZGoRoQqNnaKmpnte8gAIqCNGIT4TDeN-wCEjW1nl3WBNqW6TfOSNZwPOJLHleMcq-g3YMZvkjG-LFNBDGlVWlpnDbX2XZGU3-lSKo2tGUx8FlPt9gPzO4D_RtTM/s320/IMG_9095.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576991449180691058" /></a><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">There's knowing,...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">A knowing</div><div style="text-align: center;">which lies silent and pure within.</div><div style="text-align: center;">It awaits my recognition.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">When I saw the laying corpse of my grandma,</div><div style="text-align: center;">I burst into tears</div><div style="text-align: center;">not because I've lost her</div><div style="text-align: center;">but because there has been a transition.</div><div style="text-align: center;">A powerful shift in the consicousness that I carry...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Would I gladly explain this clearly</div><div style="text-align: center;">but the truth is that it does not go much further</div><div style="text-align: center;">than knowing,...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">An inner torch of knowing.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>sealitwithavision.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08063006378924293379noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1537558929262187653.post-13107229214081741652011-02-23T15:44:00.002-05:002011-02-23T15:47:36.434-05:00no more than a hum in the head<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieD2rnGXH9EkRSgRqDimBj-JBtY8RZLE4MzlqGO2Cs5bNWSQfA-iz-JUMMYjCrsWoOrvmf6_MYJflIH2LJ0LUZ5r-5cscVa3SHzbXlyWlN5T2ylmFNbMs5Jumg3Xov5POlP-pjaLhE1hE/s1600/IMG_0999.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieD2rnGXH9EkRSgRqDimBj-JBtY8RZLE4MzlqGO2Cs5bNWSQfA-iz-JUMMYjCrsWoOrvmf6_MYJflIH2LJ0LUZ5r-5cscVa3SHzbXlyWlN5T2ylmFNbMs5Jumg3Xov5POlP-pjaLhE1hE/s320/IMG_0999.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576989348485326770" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Sometimes I catch myself</div><div style="text-align: center;">thinking,...</div><div style="text-align: center;">looking,....</div><div style="text-align: center;">perceiving,...</div><div style="text-align: center;">Ever so silently,</div><div style="text-align: center;">I'll say</div><div style="text-align: center;">"What a sad world."</div><div style="text-align: center;">Only when this happens,</div><div style="text-align: center;">a happy, loud interception takes place.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">"You kidding?"</div>sealitwithavision.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08063006378924293379noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1537558929262187653.post-58020724171881369002011-02-16T19:45:00.007-05:002011-02-17T07:33:22.219-05:00Reminder: Gratitude and Harmony are often holding hands.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhX3fLnAHf8noIHQQ7M6byx8XGIw9pZvlHTnInGkj7851ruhSa49NVo7tdkQvB77qY4ZX7T7i4UF1YjLWW4aFwW3ssTQdLScPhEmlUcA8ic6ZBDB60XM3euM0xIgOG-hTA6vgA3G5lWAz8/s1600/IMG_8995.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhX3fLnAHf8noIHQQ7M6byx8XGIw9pZvlHTnInGkj7851ruhSa49NVo7tdkQvB77qY4ZX7T7i4UF1YjLWW4aFwW3ssTQdLScPhEmlUcA8ic6ZBDB60XM3euM0xIgOG-hTA6vgA3G5lWAz8/s320/IMG_8995.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574455593889574290" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I feel like a amateur sailor</div><div style="text-align: center;">or</div><div style="text-align: center;">even a sailboat weakly worthy of travel.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Wind in my face and hair</div><div style="text-align: center;">tells</div><div style="text-align: center;">vaguely of its direction and reason.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Would I come near</div><div style="text-align: center;">only</div><div style="text-align: center;">could I understand the language of wind.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Hints of places to steer</div><div style="text-align: center;">toward</div><div style="text-align: center;">bring pieces closer together.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">An infinite swim in gratitude</div><div style="text-align: center;">will</div><div style="text-align: center;">carry one far.</div>sealitwithavision.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08063006378924293379noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1537558929262187653.post-86361371485248384342011-01-23T22:12:00.003-05:002011-01-23T22:19:59.418-05:00Some Sense of Direction<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmjhU-GXmFO3q3N2pTYNSOwUWjSJaWDyS_bfFQfOuTp8yLBIHlf2LM8uPXp5wyug6jRTI086c7-rcdkp2XJfRYaloC9MeLIMn3RvXBKAHh8E4mnbphsxAqT8Rzeh7lh0oxIfIRVWdQyB8/s1600/IMG_1138.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmjhU-GXmFO3q3N2pTYNSOwUWjSJaWDyS_bfFQfOuTp8yLBIHlf2LM8uPXp5wyug6jRTI086c7-rcdkp2XJfRYaloC9MeLIMn3RvXBKAHh8E4mnbphsxAqT8Rzeh7lh0oxIfIRVWdQyB8/s320/IMG_1138.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565586807551777506" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Make a Left<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">to see your Right,<br />So you can choose right from wrong.<br /><br />Pack your choices in a bag.<br />So that way you can empty it...<br />and set your sail.<br /><br />Tell me,...<br />what is there to lose.<br />We gain when we aren't lookin'.<br /><br />If Truth had a middle name,<br />without a doubt,<br />it would be Surrender.<br /><br /></div>sealitwithavision.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08063006378924293379noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1537558929262187653.post-69015977368960276922011-01-08T15:43:00.002-05:002011-01-08T15:58:15.015-05:00Sea of Hearts<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">When the trail of sweet nothings high and low carry one so far.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Where love fills the horizon.</div><div style="text-align: center;">How warmth encompasses the soul.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Why laughter fills the air.</div><div style="text-align: center;">What stands before one is lightyears ahead of words.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Namaste.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhM7L0sLVLihlSng2TKN2dgjT2JmNslrwa8hSaCqaXZ72hw6i270ek3bVi72OrlNxH-NMuEkL0EkSMeIMQZ-N4oYPYJKbEyLxJ_rPyXx5tk5ZhwdbCeRc2cwb28tjAIYJPuuAh1WN5JOPE/s320/Photo+on+2011-01-08+at+15.56+%25233.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559922170687303874" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>sealitwithavision.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08063006378924293379noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1537558929262187653.post-30275072104371059272011-01-02T20:41:00.005-05:002011-01-02T21:04:12.193-05:00A Message to the Sea<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrI6mQTu4mvuZDmqipBQFi2pxLm4kH-lOopR_I06ZMxAqzEvO4qYZmnlRhFea08fyqTSEaMq9zTMiBVugr-GUUt845Aj1WgXSpZ8o7gD3AnY-AhaQ3piR2vUT8BvJhM8OJ3v-XaL_Tabc/s1600/IMG_0526.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrI6mQTu4mvuZDmqipBQFi2pxLm4kH-lOopR_I06ZMxAqzEvO4qYZmnlRhFea08fyqTSEaMq9zTMiBVugr-GUUt845Aj1WgXSpZ8o7gD3AnY-AhaQ3piR2vUT8BvJhM8OJ3v-XaL_Tabc/s320/IMG_0526.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557772043972611170" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Dearest Chief,</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span> How must I wonder of your grandeur. So many things are rhetorically aesthetic on this plane of awareness. It makes sense how we hang onto words when there is far more value in silence. I suppose there is a significant reason or two why our minds are heavily plunged under the influence of language. </div><div style="text-align: left;"> There is a conviction somewhere inside me that speaks of true resonance in purposeful living. My consciousness is occasionally graced with the understanding that we don't understand because we need to ride in the dark to realize the light. Here's to brevity in language and overflowing love.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Grazie, Chief.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg39du1wdLkqxav6A0e0omSqHTY9PztlGiKQvlWpyR8WYNSlpAa60_6Mw-oup00JDqcPXXNHAXZZmnGZoS-_n2DU3QxBZVMF8FV-zpODsKegrPFfSa0MFm3LNWf1n_XDNce-3hvA6v8pHc/s320/Photo+on+2011-01-02+at+20.47+%25232.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557772290387741106" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div>sealitwithavision.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08063006378924293379noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1537558929262187653.post-30455579099651184242011-01-02T18:39:00.004-05:002011-01-02T18:58:08.356-05:00A Soul's Stretch<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVvFixcZTdd0XIeu9Gba7_NgsL3IVV4yAy4k5HGEa7i7z7x4T7lhPXb1161vwCIz7a_YGYPjy-4xcB6kWIkY8W8DQJdznWmWLt6EJ88GGm3GeoRdo3IRN0L9eYFvsRN-DxhAi6Eq4fgRI/s1600/IMG_7060.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVvFixcZTdd0XIeu9Gba7_NgsL3IVV4yAy4k5HGEa7i7z7x4T7lhPXb1161vwCIz7a_YGYPjy-4xcB6kWIkY8W8DQJdznWmWLt6EJ88GGm3GeoRdo3IRN0L9eYFvsRN-DxhAi6Eq4fgRI/s320/IMG_7060.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557740865157900402" /></a><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><u><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><br /></span></u></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">It's not a temptation.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I've been told to steer clear</div><div style="text-align: center;">and forget about temptations.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">You know,...</div><div style="text-align: center;">This isn't a temptation</div><div style="text-align: center;">This is like a silent waterfall.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">It runs deep in my soul.</div><div style="text-align: center;">My bones dance</div><div style="text-align: center;">as my soul vibrates.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Chief, kindly carry me</div><div style="text-align: center;">to the Light of all this.</div><div style="text-align: center;">So, I can understand.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Oh, this isn't all in my head.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Just can't be.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Take a good look around.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Look at this illusion called life.</div><div style="text-align: center;">It's life...</div><div style="text-align: center;">just as it's beyond.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">There's only embracing the truth.</div><div style="text-align: center;">This is but a piece of the puzzle.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Why put on a muzzle?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>sealitwithavision.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08063006378924293379noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1537558929262187653.post-69206416176772622672010-12-29T14:56:00.003-05:002010-12-29T15:17:29.834-05:00Snow Lift<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih78zGT144WpKr6FNWQMix6GbrUNo0vAmGfybqOO_yaUtc-WaAzgJlu_KDRf1NUrTuY3wm9p25Dqs0B1iTAR1FMfzrhmnCPOyuO1t9G0ETunaShDgzuE7tQ127T7km80-ydDdFbCwfv-k/s1600/IMG_0469.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih78zGT144WpKr6FNWQMix6GbrUNo0vAmGfybqOO_yaUtc-WaAzgJlu_KDRf1NUrTuY3wm9p25Dqs0B1iTAR1FMfzrhmnCPOyuO1t9G0ETunaShDgzuE7tQ127T7km80-ydDdFbCwfv-k/s320/IMG_0469.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556199793133685298" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">See it.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Feel it.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Waving hands.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Awake faces.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Every molecule is calm.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Oh, what is it about you, Snow?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">So pure.</div><div style="text-align: center;">so true.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Never a fluke</div><div style="text-align: center;">even if </div><div style="text-align: center;">you come as a mere flake.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Like a blanket, you envelop me, Snow.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>sealitwithavision.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08063006378924293379noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1537558929262187653.post-37724652695329319292010-12-21T19:32:00.006-05:002010-12-21T19:45:52.024-05:00Places To Be<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnxDuZGpaFB2f4oATMBtsd-uMGTXG_7zD5JFXF0OdkehwjrgIBGhL4MaaEEsAkFOPnhAVKwpuJ-Lx_U7Qgxpul9nwU0WcI1bbb07qo8W2rl_InNG3FQF7h1RkDSDWG7jsH5Qu6eU_lqIE/s1600/IMG_7828.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnxDuZGpaFB2f4oATMBtsd-uMGTXG_7zD5JFXF0OdkehwjrgIBGhL4MaaEEsAkFOPnhAVKwpuJ-Lx_U7Qgxpul9nwU0WcI1bbb07qo8W2rl_InNG3FQF7h1RkDSDWG7jsH5Qu6eU_lqIE/s320/IMG_7828.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553300495273207250" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">The fifth cloud,...</div><div style="text-align: center;">halfway into heaven</div><div style="text-align: center;">yet not quite an ascension.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Crimson hearts flow their way.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Cherry hearts float up high and away.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">A lingering voice says they are all</div><div style="text-align: center;">but one same big ol' trap.</div><div style="text-align: center;">So, what do you gotta lose?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Grab a cherry heart or two.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Float up high!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">So high, high enough</div><div style="text-align: center;">to lose the sight</div><div style="text-align: center;">of things devoid of light.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">There,</div><div style="text-align: center;">silence shall speak aloud.</div>sealitwithavision.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08063006378924293379noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1537558929262187653.post-15345117635998471862010-12-04T12:56:00.003-05:002010-12-04T13:06:07.238-05:00Worth Repeating<div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center; ">This is an old scribble I can enjoy again and again.</div><div style="text-align: center; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; "><b><i>Love is the Road Home</i></b></div></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_QxxgIUtd6rJnHnvJ6BhgfZLJJNmx04yrw4UQZ80XJubJiRtGrc1WrfmCrDib_IJWEaXNpHFg3aVA81SNJ9vEUxPrVrVq9_sfhHy9gdzlGoCsOZbovs0rmTfnieErqCVOj9fxyiX2jaw/s1600/IMG_7948.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_QxxgIUtd6rJnHnvJ6BhgfZLJJNmx04yrw4UQZ80XJubJiRtGrc1WrfmCrDib_IJWEaXNpHFg3aVA81SNJ9vEUxPrVrVq9_sfhHy9gdzlGoCsOZbovs0rmTfnieErqCVOj9fxyiX2jaw/s320/IMG_7948.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546889326740730690" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><br /></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;">It might be a free ride</div><div style="text-align: center;">but you still have to pay the price.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Heart for heart makes the sweet price.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I'm jus runnin' on love,</div><div style="text-align: center;">don't really need sleep.</div><div style="text-align: center;">All the fuel I need is love.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">It never felt this right</div><div style="text-align: center;">even when the tides seem to be pulling</div><div style="text-align: center;">left and right.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">It just never has felt this right.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Love makes sense with you.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Peace never has shown her face up until now.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Staring in someone's eyes has never been such a pleasure</div><div style="text-align: center;">Or have I ever known a bigger gift from up above.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Please know this with all your heart, mind, and soul.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I want to give you my heart...</div><div style="text-align: center;">the truth is probably that</div><div style="text-align: center;">it is already with you.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>sealitwithavision.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08063006378924293379noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1537558929262187653.post-66912016805529799712010-11-30T22:58:00.004-05:002010-11-30T23:03:24.274-05:00Ego Choke<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEine70U_fSFI2gnCqqixpmFW8Z1DB6pCLpokr0m5CAjlh4IQK4jcIg7esagPJmsnzIkYcOKoqqa_COEALJ6rIk6x-cU_818cVsW1_9u7b9O-1Y_sWopbtRK6KmTi8ZGnxHumJEwdalCKts/s1600/Photo+on+2010-11-18+at+08.38.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEine70U_fSFI2gnCqqixpmFW8Z1DB6pCLpokr0m5CAjlh4IQK4jcIg7esagPJmsnzIkYcOKoqqa_COEALJ6rIk6x-cU_818cVsW1_9u7b9O-1Y_sWopbtRK6KmTi8ZGnxHumJEwdalCKts/s320/Photo+on+2010-11-18+at+08.38.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545559466561065506" /></a><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">To each one</div><div style="text-align: center;">plays a different tune</div><div style="text-align: center;">but</div><div style="text-align: center;">it's all music.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">The point</div><div style="text-align: center;">here</div><div style="text-align: center;">is</div><div style="text-align: center;">the yin and yang of things.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Ego</div><div style="text-align: center;">or</div><div style="text-align: center;">Soul.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Choose.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Choose the lead.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Let the rest rest</div><div style="text-align: center;">and</div><div style="text-align: center;">all may be but tools.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">The Window of Clarity </div><div style="text-align: center;">doesn't rest</div><div style="text-align: center;">when </div><div style="text-align: center;">you rest.</div>sealitwithavision.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08063006378924293379noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1537558929262187653.post-28465466327353843702010-11-24T13:22:00.001-05:002010-11-24T13:24:38.577-05:00A Breath of Genius<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEip4BjI5RnG3SRkXGsY22weMK5Jr4ZMWq01cBOO_hN3WRqs3mGibcXj2ZUFdXBxrrLjbNxitnqmg0RQMGHW8JP94SfRzespZwCiCJ7lGHKLmdhXO7aL3ip_enTC8Jpilhc24eEkAwAEqrQ/s1600/v0_master.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 243px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEip4BjI5RnG3SRkXGsY22weMK5Jr4ZMWq01cBOO_hN3WRqs3mGibcXj2ZUFdXBxrrLjbNxitnqmg0RQMGHW8JP94SfRzespZwCiCJ7lGHKLmdhXO7aL3ip_enTC8Jpilhc24eEkAwAEqrQ/s320/v0_master.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543183717407444914" /></a><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: -webkit-xxx-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:130%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">"Life is infinitely stranger than anything which the mind of man could invent. We would not dare to conceive the things which are really merely commonplaces of existence. If we could fly out of that window hand in hand, hover over this great city, gently remove the roofs and peep in at the queer things which are going on, the strange coincidences, the planning, the cross-purposes, the wonderful chain of events, working through generations and leading to the most outer results, it would make all fiction with its conventionalities and foreseen conclusions most stale and unprofitable."</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">-Sir Arthur Conan Doyle</span></span></div>sealitwithavision.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08063006378924293379noreply@blogger.com0