Been a long time since me last post! But now freedom from reading has finally come around. ( Well it has been around for more than a week but I've only now managed to put this thing together=)) & it feels good indeed to be able to do as one pleases again, not havin to come home after work & read every evening & all weekend. But I'm glad I got it done & actually went thru with the whole darn thing.
So yass one can concentrate on other stuff again. Like this=)
So here goes. Some music for ya:
Was introduced to this tday:
good shit!
& this's been playin around in me head for a while now:
crazy tune!
& here's a version without all the nasty stuff, just good ol Edwin jammin.
Brilliant.
Recently rediscovered this hyar ("here" in a funny ol way. If Bartey reads this or u know his geniousness you'll know what it sounds like=) )
http://inspiration.streetetiquette.com/
I think this is just the coolest shit ever! I cannot express how uber great I think this is! Check it & dig it & share it!
And now oldies & gentlefolk, The Prophet:
Then a woman said, Speak to us of Joy and
Sorrow.
And he answered:
Your joy is your sorrow unmasked.
And the selfsame well from which your laughter
rises was oftentimes filled with your tears.
And how else can it be?
The deeper that sorrow carves into being, the
more joy you can contain.
Is not the cup that holds your wine the very cup that
was burned in the potter's oven?
And is not the lute that soothes your spirit the very
wood that was hollowed with knives?
When you are joyous, look deep into your heart and
you shall find it is only that which has given you
sorrow that is giving you joy.
When you are sorrowful, look again in your heart,
and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for
that which has been your delight.
Some of you say, ´Joy is greater than sorrow,´ and
others say, ´Nay, sorrow is the greater.´
But I say unto you, they are inseparable.
Together they come, and when one sits alone with
you at your board, remember that the other is asleep
upon your bed.
Verily you are suspended like scale between your
sorrow and your joy.
Only when you are empty are you at standstill and
balanced.
When the treasure-keeper lifts you to weigh his gold
and his silver, needs must your joy or your sorrow
rise or fall.
Be well, dig life.
Lotsa lovin!
...c
