who was the person that said , the best things in life are free !!!...the problem is that our eyes cannot see those things , neither does humanity , those who want to keep us enslave feel they own the world ...imagine freedom , no one can buy freedom what about peace , it is there for the taking and for the privilege of all to enjoy , the same as the air , the water , the earth, and fire , without those elements humanity cannot survive , not to mention the trees and plants , the beauty the world have to offered is there to be embrace in its totality . how magnificent it would be if we were to appreciate what Mother Gaia has to offer .treated with dignity , love appreciation and understand that as we love our selves we should love that which take's care of us all ..... this beautiful world in all its beauty and splendor ....

ERNESTO CORTAZAR - Eternity

oh tell me why !!!!

if butterflies are free ,if the whipping willow branches dance free with the wind that touch their leaves ,if the sun and moon come and go as they please when day turns to night and night turns to day , then why oh why can men not be free as those things that bring us joy .... must we ever be slave to those who think , with their power can control every speck of dust that dance in mid air even when it is not seen by the naked eye .. oh tell me why !!!!!.....

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Go to the mirroor and look at yourself

when u get what u want in the struggle for self , and the world make u king , or queen for a day , then go to the mirrror and look at urself, and see what that person has to say.. for it isnt your father or mother or wife , whose judgement upon you must pass. the person whose verdict count most in your life, its the person starring u in the glass. hes the person to please ,never mind all the rest., for he's , with u ,clear up to the end and u passed ur most dangerous , difficult test. if the person in the glass is ur friend . you must like "jack hornet' and " chissel a plum", and think u are a wonderful person . but the person in the glass say ur a bum , if you cant look him up straight in the eye.. u can fool the whole world down pathways of years , and get pats on the back as u passed, but ur final rewards will be heartaches and tears.. if you cheated ,the person looking at u, back from the glass.. dale windbrow @1934

The dragonfly.....

have you ever seen the dragon fly how impetuous they can be they flutter over you as if wanting to know you , they come as close as they can be and try to smell your human scent , they don't seem to be afraid they don't seem to be too shy ' all they want is to be friendly ,

as friendly as can be and they come up to your nose as if telling you ,I can smell you I can come and go when it please's me and there's nothing you can do ..

The joy of being a child .....

children always look at its surrounding with wondrous eyes , they see magic in everything they touch , to them the flower in the bush is to be pick and take apart leave by leave and see what makes them be and why the color is .they love the wolly caterpillar as he go along its way minding it's own business with no care of the world he lives in .

they run after the butterfly to see if they can catch her and see what makes her tick .they make mud pies of the earth beneath their feet , their hands at play molding and creating to see their work of art they run and jump to see who jump the highest ,they shout to see who shouts the loudest ,their happy chatter in rhythm with the birds that nest and sing their song because they know the spring is near .. their happy faces bringing joy to their surrounding . their frolicking is like a kiss to all that watch them , and in the afternoon the sun as bright as it can be ..they squint their eyes to look above .to see the clouds and see what they can see and see what they can make of all the clouds floating above .. their shouting saying its a horse , is an angel or a dog ,their innocence as pure as the golden fleece ,their beauty as precious as a diamond is ,their eyes as sparkling as a gurgling brook .their energy as pure as when they were born . it is a children's world ,it is a paradise for those who wish those treasures that abound within each heart but only children know the mysteries from past lay there .. ninia....

The Farewell by Jose Angel Buesa ...

I am saying goodbye , perhaps I love you still ... perhaps I will never forget you ,but I will say goodbye . I don't know if you ever love me, I don't know if I ever love you , perhaps we have love each other too much ... your smile still sleeps in my embrace . my hearts stills tells me I will never forget you. being alone tells me I have lost you already . perhaps I am starting to love you like I have never done I say goodbye but perhaps with these goodbye my most beautiful dream will die inside of me but I will say goodbye for all eternity ..although through all eternity I will keep loving you

the flowers

From Child's Garden of Verses All the names I know from nurse: Gardener's garters, Shepherd's purse, Bachelor's buttons, Lady's smock, And the Lady Hollyhock. Fairy places, fairy things, Fairy woods where the wild bee wings, Tiny trees for tiny dames-- These must all be fairy names! Tiny woods below whose boughs Shady fairies weave a house; Tiny tree-tops, rose or thyme, Where the braver fairies climb! Fair are grown-up people's trees, But the fairest woods are these; Where, if I were not so tall, I should live for good and all. Robert Louis Stevenson

excerpt from a po

em by william blake To see a world in a grain of sand And a Heaven in a wild flower, Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand And Eternity in an hour. william blake

The law of the jungle .....

The Law of the Jungle (From The Jungle Book) by rudyard kipling

Now this is the Law of the Jungle -- as old and as true as the sky; And the Wolf that shall keep it may prosper, but the Wolf that shall break it must die. As the creeper that girdles the tree-trunk the Law runneth forward and back -- For the strength of the Pack is the Wolf, and the strength of the Wolf is the Pack. Wash daily from nose-tip to tail-tip; drink deeply, but never too deep; And remember the night is for hunting, and forget not the day is for sleep. The Jackal may follow the Tiger, but, Cub, when thy whiskers are grown, Remember the Wolf is a Hunter -- go forth and get food of thine own. Keep peace withe Lords of the Jungle -- the Tiger, the Panther, and Bear. And trouble not Hathi the Silent, and mock not the Boar in his lair. When Pack meets with Pack in the Jungle, and neither will go from the trail, Lie down till the leaders have spoken -- it may be fair words shall prevail. When ye fight with a Wolf of the Pack, ye must fight him alone and afar, Lest others take part in the quarrel, and the Pack be diminished by war. The Lair of the Wolf is his refuge, and where he has made him his home, Not even the Head Wolf may enter, not even the Council may come. The Lair of the Wolf is his refuge, but where he has digged it too plain, The Council shall send him a message, and so he shall change it again. If ye kill before midnight, be silent, and wake not the woods with your bay, Lest ye frighten the deer from the crop, and your brothers go empty away. Ye may kill for yourselves, and your mates, and your cubs as they need, and ye can; But kill not for pleasure of killing, and seven times never kill Man! If ye plunder his Kill from a weaker, devour not all in thy pride; Pack-Right is the right of the meanest; so leave him the head and the hide. The Kill of the Pack is the meat of the Pack. Ye must eat where it lies; And no one may carry away of that meat to his lair, or he dies. The Kill of the Wolf is the meat of the Wolf. He may do what he will; But, till he has given permission, the Pack may not eat of that Kill. Cub-Right is the right of the Yearling. From all of his Pack he may claim Full-gorge when the killer has eaten; and none may refuse him the same. Lair-Right is the right of the Mother. From all of her year she may claim One haunch of each kill for her litter, and none may deny her the same. Cave-Right is the right of the Father -- to hunt by himself for his own: He is freed of all calls to the Pack; he is judged by the Council alone. Because of his age and his cunning, because of his gripe and his paw, In all that the Law leaveth open, the word of your Head Wolf is Law. Now these are the Laws of the Jungle, and many and mighty are they; But the head and the hoof of the Law and the haunch and the hump is -- Obey!

Maya Angelou, I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings

Maya Angelou, I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings

a free bird leaps on the back of the sind and floats downstream till the current ends and dips his wing in the orange suns rays and dares to claim the sky. But a bird that stalks down his narrow cage can seldom see through his bars of rage his wings are clipped and his feet are tied so he opens his throat to sing. The caged bird sings with a fearful trill of things unknown but longed for still and his tune is heard on the distant hill for the caged bird sings of freedom. The free bird thinks of another breeze and the trade winds soft through the sighing trees and the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright lawn and he names the sky his own. But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream his wings are clipped and his feet are tied so he opens his throat to sing. The caged bird sings with a fearful trill of things unknown but longed for still and his tune is heard on the distant hill for the caged bird sings of freedom.”

Happiness lies in understanding that we are not a mortal body, but an immortal soul – that is never born, which never dies. Therefore, do not confine your identity to the boundaries defined by the body, let your spirit soar into the infinite beyond, in union with the Creator.

My garden .....

my garden .... every once in a while we wish for something that makes us happy .. I wish for a garden with roses but roses where hard for me to grow , I was never succssesful with roses .they either die or maybe it was the soil that was not agreeable to them , so I decided to plant a garden with hibiscus . so I cemented part of the garden and I left enough dirt around the cement to make my garden ..around the dirt I put some ornamental gravel , stepping stones and planted my hibiscus , then I fence my garden with a picket fence ... you see is not in what you plant is in the love you put on what you are doing ...It doesn't matter what you plant is the love that you put in what you do .. one does not have to choose , all one have to do is be in the moment figure out what truly makes us happy and then go for it . would I had planted the roses probably they would had done fine , just like the hibiscus , the doubt was within my heart as I had failed once before with roses ,the doubt was implanted within me .. my hibiscus garden turn just fine every year I enjoy the beauty of the flowers in all vibrant colors , I would sit in a chair in my garden and revel at the beauty of my garden , my fulfill heart over joy with love ....