Rosalyn Tureck The silence of the sea. Random music musing. War=Wall between two humans.* I want to say something but I just cannot vocalize because it is too sensitive to talk about. Silence is a great wall. Sometimes some music can break through the wall. If only more have ears to hear. Pure music is … Continue reading just musing on something sensitive: a random rambling poem.
Mind control counter-weapons (many links) https://freemindconfession.wordpress.com/2014/05/06/mind-wellness-links/
A Haiku Because love hangs on patiently adorns each hope undaunted beyond A Prose He has no idea how she has felt after all these decades, 29 years in all. He once thought they would have a long long time together and be happy ever after. In real life their time does not work that … Continue reading a haiku and a prose for 2021-02-14
a future looking man This is a real life conversation (interview) between the mindman (M.) and a "clever" man we name AJ (not his real name). I would posit a solution to overcome the universal pandemic veil of ignorance —which if allowed to continue, could soon spiral into a state of total entropy of human … Continue reading a confession: secret keys to overcome a universal “pandemic” of ignorance
This is very relevant today, especially for our Generation Z, the emerging thinker…be transformed by the renewal of our mind. (Romans 12:1-2)
Ephesians 6:10-20 The Whole Armor of God
10 Finally, my brethren, be strong in the Lord and in the power of His might. 11 Put on the whole armor of God, that you may be able to stand against the wiles of the devil. 12 For we do not wrestle against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of [c]the darkness of this age, against spiritual hosts of wickedness in the heavenly places. 13 Therefore take up the whole armor of God, that you may be able to withstand in the evil day, and having done all, to stand.
14 Stand therefore, having girded your waist with truth, having put on the breastplate of righteousness, 15 and having shod your feet with the preparation of the gospel of peace; 16 above all, taking the shield of faith with which you will be able to quench all the fiery darts of the wicked one. 17 And take the helmet of salvation, and the sword of the Spirit, which is the word of God; 18 praying always with all prayer and supplication in the Spirit, being watchful to this end with all perseverance and supplication for all the saints— 19 and for me, that utterance may be given to me, that I may open my mouth boldly to make known the mystery of the gospel, 20 for which I am an ambassador in chains; that in it I may speak boldly, as I ought to speak.
- Conform takes human effort. The paradox of ‘conform’: Over recent history, the word ‘conform’ has been associated with ‘prohibitive’ words like, ‘bondage’, ‘oppressive’, ‘totalitarian’, ‘subservient’, and has become a unwelcomed negative behavioral word among the proclaimed ‘individualistic’ young people. Yet unknowingly, while rebelling against their parents’ or grandparents’ moral values, they practice conformation among their global peers in copying the patterns set by popular trends and icons at the period. The adults are just as paradoxical. Whilst claiming under grace (and thereby not under law) and rejecting the solid foundation of the eternally unchangeable moral value of the holy God in the Bible, they practice conformation to the worldly values that point to only one way, the way of eventual destruction (physical, mental and spiritual).
- Transform is a supernatural process. The refreshing empowerment of ‘transform’: God has actually given this key word to believers living a successful and wonderful abundant…
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a night window in November framed in or framed out emerged or submerged life dream edging for a view https://ronovanwrites.com/2020/11/23/ronovan-writes-weekly-haiku-poetry-prompt-challenge-333-life-and-view/
a man and his pet bird in a sunny park no ordinary man and pet bird with red chest catching their day's rest https://beckybofwinchester.com/2020/10/22/kinda-square-22/
Digging into my treasure chest I found this today. Alas, my perspective remains unchanged though somewhat challenged. The following is an unabridged version. My task at hand is how may I write a sequel? No, I don't mean a sequel in mere words which is easy and may be churned out like a budget standard … Continue reading “sometimes we just have to dig deeper” (a treasure hunter)
I wrote this first of a series based on notes from study of God's words on 03/16/2013. I took words from the Bible in the sequence of words starting with A, B, C and so on. “A dictionary for navigators on spiritual rough waters” background explained (3/17/2013): Why does the spiritual mindman start this new journey to … Continue reading A dictionary for navigators on spiritual rough waters (1): anger, bravery, consider and excellence (Revised August 8, 2020)
Alas, the waiting is too long...for all that jazz. https://freemindconfession.wordpress.com/2017/09/18/alas-the-waiting-was-too-long-for-all-that-jazz/
“The Winter comes too early to my heart”
Amidst falling leaves the geese fly south
over water chilled by a cold wind north
my distant home is up this river bend
in the Chu mountain’s cloud it hides
as my journey ends some tears are shed
Folks at home are yearning for this lone horizon sail
for I seem to have lost my way, my quest
while the sea remains as calm as the vast night veil
New Horizon Of course this horizon is familiar to many. It is at the Monterey Bay Aquarium. I took this picture outside looking at the blue beyond. There were few visitors outside that day at that time. One friendly oriental couple with a young child were around taking photos like me. It was a sunny day. I was alone. The others had gone somewhere else as they had visited this place before. I saw some gulls. A sailing boat at the distant horizon. I decided to present this blue horizon with hope. At the same time I also add a sunset horizon at the coast of San Francisco.
Meng Haoran 孟浩然, a Chinese poet who lived from AD689 or 691 to AD740, wrote a poem about the horizon. I quote below the poem and my attempted translation.
My translation below~~~~
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See this window blue-shuttered silence see the things that can be seen through a lens but you cannot see the unseen things like my lonesome way sheltered in the coolness of the day why look at the unseen you ask the seen are temporary task we tend to forget and soon to regret yet framed … Continue reading blue square and a poem: recalibrate and celebrate
leaf and life thought The poet gazes afar as the two slowly walk, Through a strait gate palm in palm they talk. Now I am ninety-nine and you not younger dear, Friend to friend, goodbye without fear. Time to leave them all: sanctuary abode round the corner, Old dreams of love and whimsy bliss that … Continue reading @my best friend: the time for an old poet
gold bars: economics principle Sound Mind Economics and Application Issues #1 Dear Millennials and others: Because I was once your age I know how you currently struggle with many pertinent issues. Why economics? It is the main issue that divides many in this world of “inequality”. I believe when we go deeper in economics we … Continue reading Sound Mind Economics #1: “equal right”
sky meets leaves sky meets water sky meets trees sky meets people Where the sky meets us there is a quiet space if you will just listen with your heart you will find it not too hard to love and not hate to give what you lack to resist loathing to desist stifling this super-bonding … Continue reading where the sky glues us
"I haven't written to you for a long time," he scribbled in long hand, "it is not because I have forgotten our times. " The letter came to a halt in the next white space, meant for paragraphs to be filled, stained with patches of water (something spilled?) mark. "It is Christmas Day and I … Continue reading where our lives meet, there is always time
The Mosquito Coast - random thoughts As his new Eden crumbles around him, Fox descends from eccentricity into madness, turning on everyone who dares to challenge his vision. The story ends in tragedy. At its core, The Mosquito Coast is a powerful commentary on original sin and the dangers of utopianism. I have been thinking about the … Continue reading One man’s paradise
Guilty criminals experience paranoia
even though no one threatens them.
But the innocent lovers of God,
because of righteousness,
will have the boldness of a young, ferocious lion! Proverbs 28:1 The Passion Translation (TPT)
John 10:1 [ The Good Shepherd and His Sheep ] “I tell you the truth, anyone who sneaks over the wall of a sheepfold, rather than going through the gate, must surely be a thief and a robber!
John 8:26 I have much to say about you and much to condemn, but I won’t. For I say only what I have heard from the One who sent me, and He is completely truthful.”
John 8:32 And you will know the truth, and the truth will set you free.”
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Proverbs 28:4 Those who turn their backs on God’s teaching applaud the wicked, while those who observe His instruction oppose them at every turn.
A joyous ascent poetry alone cannot reveal: a poetic study on Nehemiah 12:27-43 our words and pictures and the light Come assist celebrate Priests singers musicians leaders people Large choirs all Ezra the writer for God leads I follow Joyous thanksgiving with cymbals harps and lyres ready singers all around All to sing rise to … Continue reading a joyous ascent from joy to joy
from where we stand, on this street, the windows are open windows of opportunity open daily to hearts that tally and not give up patiently perseveringly waiting for the break dawns always break at the first ray of light come alive a call so still and quiet yet you hear it high and wide many … Continue reading another attempt: the windows are open
there is a quiet space where our lives meet where we meet though not often there is always space where you rest your soul and I rest mine behind a pale blue glaze quiet does not mean tired often it's a triad you and me and space why blue? you ask a task? a mask? … Continue reading where our lives meet: a poetic attempt in blue
If I sit by this river of waiting and you won't come while this whirlpool keeps churning my heart turning buttery white a catbird would whine like last summer's sigh on a lonesome winsome night "The shape of your heart" you murmured one day looking at our sky "fluffy white with tender blue stripes" seeping … Continue reading if the words won’t come to this river of waiting poems
Securing a second page to restart running this cold steel ruler to mark a boundary, a demarcation so hard yet tender in souls that had been torn asunder cutting heart to heart If you gaze enough upward and beyond this gentle starry night, you will see this river by which every poem must part glistening … Continue reading a river of parting poems
... the end of all our exploring Will be to arrive where we started And know the place for the first time.- T.S.Eliot
I chose these two pictures because of the rather interesting perspectives. USA is full of interesting scenes even though I took these pictures at random. The people too. They are apart and dynamic and yet blend into the static presentation as parts of an integral whole. I can imagine individual stories in each small segment … Continue reading afar and near in perspectives: two pictures
Sierra Scenic Train & tracks -taken when I traveled in 2016 January using Amtrak. The scenery was spectacular. The company too. I sat with a very nice lady (in her sixties) who loved reading books and was on-route to take care of her mom (in her nineties) who had a fall. Quoted from online source: … Continue reading CB&W CHALLENGE POST: sitting next to a lover of books
Without the weekly-Photo-challenge some of us are feeling a bit lost regarding where to hang out and what to take a photo of. Admittedly many of us have lots of photos in our stock so we are not exactly all dry up and out of ideas. I have discovered that the world is not all … Continue reading another letter I shall not mail: a picture and a poem
The goodbye is too harsh and I can't resist another post of more of my All-Time Favorites of some of the pictures I am sentimental about (which original stories/poems you may find in this blog by clicking on the caption below each picture). An interesting list of the above original captions (from my earlier weekly-photo-challenge … Continue reading favorites: Don’t look back, she says, I am not there (love story)
All-Time Favorites these are some of my favorite memories though you insist I must say sorry to have collated at random with no momentum here a story there a story too many if any perchance you remember too just as I do pictures are good for goodbye as time goes by a rhyme you may … Continue reading random love, favorites for no reason
a poem for the Liquid big splash. One day I randomly looked out and caught your timely pauses horses after horses men with pointed noses all glimmering in gold dust what a sight what a sight a troop marching right outside
Monterey Bay Aquarium Lines upon lines steps solder steps fences enfold fences protective parapet alloting you and me our part ocean to seagulls land for sparrows whereat we part
Prolific snowfall nature's carpet wall to wall daybreak to nightfall wherefore do you come and go blow and show paint the crow no not me to know for sure
Awakening old man's heart old wife fills his cart with sweet warm tart a long day ahead make sure my hat is on your head she bids goodbye peering through the steamy dye he grins as he chats how can he forget her hat last April's gift of old wife's art? Surely Spring has come … Continue reading awakening old sweet love
sometimes I watch you Rise/Set not knowing you come or go ebb or flow love or hate leave or stay or just get set
Out of This World we tread we plod and pound and set each foot by foot careful not forgetful of what we leave aground each minute petite particle too gentle to form an icicle yet it means somewhere in time my art your heart we rhyme as the distant bells chime
this day I shall not fly alone with new hope and not forlorn living dreaming planning parting leaving behind my depressed mind stepping ahead as my spirit heard you said do not fear for I have wiped away your every tear go forth as I have come forth behold here is My heart as always … Continue reading beloved, this day you shall not fly alone (updated)
Because the sky is so blue, the trees are so green and the clouds are marching pass, he just has to write to his Beloved. So here comes the poem someone hands to me in a dream about this old love of a beloved and a poet. I have to write to my beloved before this … Continue reading Beloved and a poet -a poem in a dream
another winter Variations on a Theme -marriage life silly man stole my cat where you've been hiding in your chat not in syn my photoshop on my head woman don't be mad hide you may I don't care out and no with your game of GO woman woman not my fault cat loves hunting with … Continue reading winter’s paradigm shift: another perspective variation
Variations on a Theme -marriage. the wife loves flowers higher or lower she will climb or stoop just to do a loop not the hyperloop deco her proper coop do not touch my chicken coop you nincompoop wife screams with her scoop the wife just loves flowers same as I love mower my shinny new … Continue reading various perspectives on flowers: a poem
every investor knows that the value of anything is not the value we pay for at the moment we transact. it is another value we see in the unseen, a future value of the investment and this involves the crucial word "Growth". without seeing a potential for growth we will not bother to invest. every … Continue reading What is the only true reality when it comes to the value of every person? （1）
Growth this is a song i would not sing because the song has run away in sync with other days i shall not bring this is a song i should not sing because its lyrics have bloomed into an early spring here here i call in the midst of freezing into a laboriously sculptured thing … Continue reading to love: this is a song I will not sing to you
2017 Favorites. they call to compose an official song to cherish entrance of wintry solace long why they never know it's an impossible task anyone with brain would always ask how long is winter to be long haha you must be joking all along how wide is winter to be white is he the old … Continue reading favorite poem rambling song to end 2017
he wants to share the beautiful newly painted white pearl-glo wall all ready for Christmas and the New Year toll instead his phone chooses to display a mind dropping rain drops on his file why it's not what I want to send to my love he cries no it isn't but this is far better, … Continue reading cheeky rain cheeky poem
Serene sometimes we just keep speed going no longer soul mopping Lo heaven store opening generous out pouring advent whitening earth plastering winter cleaning returning travelers rail tracking family reunion gathering
Sometimes we just not go the Serene way. sometimes we just have to go often both of us could know it's a season to let go behold all love must forego for a way ahead a watershed not a tear is heard nor a sound is smeared because we wear mascara to celebrate the last gala … Continue reading sometimes we just have to go
a reluctant Transformation song. mirror mirror on the wall fifty years have passed and i don't even know with wife always kneading sour dough i go slow better lie low gentle as a doe shoveling home this elusive summer snow see how she could throw the dough like a magical boomerang discus raw swinging back … Continue reading a reluctant winter transformation song
Transformation of a nerd i wake to find this stranger's face so close i fear such lack of space what are you doing here? i ask familiar yet looking like a wrinkled mask fifty years have passed and you never notice? take a look you are not nineteen boy the mirror is taken aback by … Continue reading roll over transformation onto his next winter dream
a Pedestrian nothing is free son all must be prepaid a voice from behind the wooden wall warns. mind your step son on real snow must be prepared as he trips his foot over a thorn the glassy bottles rattle as he glides across and prattles leaving behind many feet long gutter clash, crash, clatter, … Continue reading an autumn story: must be prepaid