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Sun Gazing

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Donald Piller
“Compassion and love are not mere luxuries. As a source of both inner and outer peace, they are fundamental to the continued survival of our species.”
– His Holiness the Dalai Lama~

Peace, love, light and blessings

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The many paths that I have walked in life have led me to the place that I am today!

What paths have you walked?

One of the paths I walked led me to work in the prison system with men.  In this system I learned a whole lot about what the word “SURVIVAL” really means.

One of my greatest teachers was a street person named “Terry”.  He had a very unique way of living in our world and it was a way I never would have seen as being real (and Wow, was it real)!

Terry had many problems while he was growing up, and ended up homeless at a very young age.  His parents had abandoned him, and he did what he needed to do to survive.  One of his behavior patterns was to use the system to take care of his food, clothing, and shelter, only when he could not do this himself.  He had lived on the street for many years and was very skilled in finding everything that he needed to find to keep warm and happy.  That also included using alcohol to keep him what he called “warm from the inside, out”.  He became an alcoholic, however, he never lost his ability to look after his basic needs.  He would live on the street all summer, and in the late fall he learned to commit a small crime that would provide him warm shelter in the prison system for no more than 6 months over the cold, winter months.  When I first met him, it was late fall and he would be incarcerated only until the spring.  When I asked him how he managed this, he stated that this had become a way of life for him when he was young and would be placed in youth facilities and foster homes and he would run away every summer to have his freedom and then go back to the system for the winter months.  Had I not met Terry, I would never have believed that this was possible today.  He was just the first of many that I have met in my life with very simple, yet sophisticated living skills.  I always remember that the paths we follow are sometimes curved, they may be through webs and tangles, or the dirt and mud of life!

They may be slippery, or smooth, however, the path of life is full of excitement, challenge, grief, love, happiness, fear, strife and failure or success.

What is the reason that we walk these paths?

We have chosen this life to learn, to grow and to share with others who we pass on our individual paths in life.

Today as I freely walk with the sunshine beaming down upon me, feeling clearer, more alive, accepted and loved because I am now choosing to share all that I am, all that I have I will remember to share a smile with all of those I meet on my path!     

Peace, love, light and blessings!

“White Eagle”

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Stallion Saves Filly …
The yearlings were playing on the opposite shore…as a small group from the Stallions band began to cross the river on the upstream side…a young filly following the group entered the water…attempting to join the yearlings at play…as she reached the middle of the stream she began to panic…and was quickly swept downstream…the Stallion broke from the group crossing the water to save to save her as she was being swept away…First he tried to grab her by the side of her neck on the upstream side…but he couldn’t get a good hold as she moved downstream…so he grabbed hold of her neck on the downstream side… held her firmly and didn’t let go until she was safely on the opposite shore beside her mother.Photo by Sam for Salt River Wild Horses…

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The Edge.

The edge of what?

The edge of the world, the universe?

The edge of sanity or insanity?

The edge that falls into hell, or leads upward into paradise?

Or is it simply the edge of my mind?

Just how much further must I go to make it over the edge?

Another shove, another push, another part of my heart ripped out and torn into microscopic pieces so small they cannot be put back together.

Maybe it will be another bill, or something else wrong with the car, or the kids will need something I can’t afford to buy.

Maybe it’s that empty feeling of going home alone, or the loneliness that lays on the other side of the bed.

Just how much closer to the edge can I dance before it all falls apart?

But then again, maybe life would be boring if I didn’t live on the edge?

What about the thrill, the excitement the challenge of not falling off of the edge?

Could I stand the monotony of always knowing what comes next?

Or do I need that challenge to keep me going?

Maybe it’s living on the edge that keeps me alive and gives me the strength to take that extra step.

The determination to make it on my own and the courage to reach just a few more inches to strive for something better to help me take the chances I need to take.

Maybe it’s all the above and more.

Maybe it’s the search, the meaning of life

The Edge.

“Raven’s Song”

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With mighty courage and determination you define survival.

With purpose unknown to many who oversee your existence; so carefree you blossom under the harshest conditions.

Pressing your way in the unusual circumstances, proving the weight you carry in your fragile form; displaying the purest of beauty where it once was forgotten.

With mighty grace your message cannot be clearer through the thickest barriers; your survival cannot go unnoticed.

Beneath our worn feet, the horizontal floor of cement; your delicate existence will continue on.

You are symbol of true being, fighting to prove nothing more than the struggle to survive in such natural conditions with unnatural laws of pride and rules.

Your life is a symbol of injustice to true spirit and natural laws.

We are a part of you, as you are to us.


Yet, we call it progression, through dominance, I suppose.


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