Symptoms of Living

Saturday, July 17, 2010

Sparrow

Swallows.

Here a female mate is injured and the condition is soon fatal. She was hit by a car as she swooped low across the road.

Here he brought her food and attended to her with
love and compassion.
He brought her food again but was shocked to find her dead.
He tried to move her ... a rarely-seen effort for swallows!
Aware that his sweetheart is dead and will never
come back to him again, He cries with adoring love.
He stood beside her, saddened of her death.
Finally aware she would never return to him,
he stood beside her body
with sadness and sorrow.
Millions of people cried after seeing these photos
in America, Europe, Australia, and even India .
The photographer sold these pictures for a nominal fee to the most famous newspaper in France .
All copies of that edition were sold out on the day
these pictures were published.
And many people think animals don't have
brains or feelings?
You have just witnessed Love and Sorrow
felt by God's creatures.
The Bible says God knows when a sparrow falls. How much more He cares for us

Priorities need to be established and focused on to accomplish your goals.

PAY:

Prioritize your

Activities by

Yield

"It's not the critic who counts, not the one who points out how the strong man stumbled or how the doer of deeds might have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena; whose face is marred with the sweat and dust and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs and comes up short again and again; who knows the great enthusiasms, the great devotions and spends himself in a worthy cause and who, at best knows the triumph of high achievement and who at worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who know neither victory nor defeat."

(Theodore Roosevelt, 1858-1919, 26th US President and 1906 Nobel Peace Prize-winner.)

Friday, July 16, 2010

Wallace Stevens

Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird

Among twenty snowy mountains,

The only moving thing Was the eye of the blackbird.

I was of three minds,

Like a tree In which there are three blackbirds.

III

The blackbird whirled in the autumn winds.

It was a small part of the pantomime.

A man and a woman Are one.

A man and a woman and a blackbird Are one.

I do not know which to prefer,

The beauty of inflections Or the beauty of innuendoes,

The blackbird whistling Or just after.

Icicles filled the long window With barbaric glass.

The shadow of the blackbird Crossed it, to and fro.

The mood Traced in the shadow An indecipherable cause.

VII

On thin men of Haddam,

Why do you imagine golden birds?

Do you not see how the blackbird

Walks around the feet Of the women about you?

VIII

I know noble accents And lucid,

escapable rhythms;

But I know, too,

That the blackbird is involved In what I know.

When the blackbird flew out of sight,

It marked the edge Of one of many circles.

At the sight of blackbirds Flying in a green light,

Even the bawds of euphony Would cry out sharply.

He rode over Connecticut In a glass coach.

Once, a fear pierced him,

In that he mistook The shadow of his equipage For blackbirds.

XII

The river is moving. The blackbird must be flying.

XIII

It was evening all afternoon.

It was snowing And it was going to snow.

The blackbird sat In the cedar-limbs.

-Wallace Stevens

Friday, June 18, 2010

Be Happy

Leonard Cohen

If you want a lover
Ill do anything you ask me to
And if you want another kind of love
Ill wear a mask for you
If you want a partner
Take my hand
Or if you want to strike me down in anger
Here I stand
Im your man

If you want a boxer
I will step into the ring for you
And if you want a doctor
Ill examine every inch of you
If you want a driver
Climb inside
Or if you want to take me for a ride
You know you can
Im your man

Ah, the moons too bright
The chains too tight
The beast wont go to sleep
Ive been running through these promises to you
That I made and I could not keep
Ah but a man never got a woman back
Not by begging on his knees
Or Id crawl to you baby
And Id fall at your feet
And Id howl at your beauty
Like a dog in heat
And Id claw at your heart
And Id tear at your sheet
Id say please, please
Im your man

And if youve got to sleep
A moment on the road
I will steer for you
And if you want to work the street alone
Ill disappear for you