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Saturday, November 26, 2005

ICEBERG


ICEBERG
My favorite digital bird landed on my shoulder the other day and told a story in well-formed mystic URL, of the news of the singing icebergs. Enchanted by such news and the recordings of their songs I went to sleep that night and dreamed I was an iceberg singing a song of my beloved mother earth. I had a heart beat that no one could hear other than the great mother who spoke to me through the ocean waves and the moon whose grip was steady like the rhythm of my pulse. As the sun rises only slightly on the horizon, the water that is my life-blood begins to flow ever faster through my veins. Only the icy waters of the ocean sooth the scorching heat of the mysterious glowing orb; my color, snow white, to reflect the full spectrum of harmful rays. The smaller life forms around me, oblivious to my presence used me as a perch for hunting and trapping their prey. The life surrounding me is part of my purpose, is part of my soul.

Wednesday, November 23, 2005

THE VALUE OF A MAN



THE VALUE OF A MAN


With certainty, many women ask this question every day and with equal certainty, most men either do not have the right answer or just simply do not answer such an obvious rhetorical question. Of course, every argument or position can be broken down or dissected until eventually a paradox that has no answer is encountered but today, I will refrain, step down from the cosmos, and will not attempt a cosmic all encompassing answer to this particular question. I'll propose here instead, words and song that form a very sensible answer that any man can feel free to use if presented with such a difficult question. He can memorize it because, in my selfish opinion, it's a very good answer!

THE VALUE OF A MAN?

The value of a man is not what he takes.
Not what he holds in his hands but what he lets go free,
and what he gives of his heart and when he lets it be.

So give your heart and your soul.
Set free the joy and the pain.
The sparkle will stay in your eyes,
let the rain fall down.

To hold the light or the dark
will only tear you apart.
Give hope to your children near,
let the rain fall down.

The value of a man is not what he takes.
Not what he holds in his hands but what he lets go free,
and what he gives of his heart and when he lets it be.


Warm Regards,
PJ