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Who Am I? by Carl Sandburg
My head knocks against the stars.
My feet are on the hilltops.
My finger-tips are in the valleys and shores of
universal life.
Down in the sounding foam of primal things I
reach my hands and play with pebbles of
destiny.
I have been to hell and back many times.
I know all about heaven, for I have talked with God.
I dabble in the blood and guts of the terrible.
I know the passionate seizure of beauty
And the marvelous rebellion of man at all signs
reading “Keep Off.”
My name is Truth and I am the most elusive captive
in the universe.
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Take It Where You Find It
Men saw the stars at the edge of the sea
They thought great thoughts about liberty
Poets wrote down words that did fit
Writers wrote books
Thinkers thought about it
Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
Many’s the road I have walked upon
Many’s the hour between dusk and dawn
Many’s the time
Many’s the mile
I see it all now
Through the eyes of a child
Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
[Chorus]
Lost dreams and found dreams
In America
In America
In America
Lost dreams and found dreams
In America
In America
In America
And close your eyes
Leave it all for a while
Leave the world
And your worries behind
You will build on whatever is real
And wake up each day
To a new waking dream
Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
[Chorus]
Change, change come over
Change come over
Talkin’ about a change
Change, change
Change come over, now
Change, change, change come over
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I see my light
See my light
See my shining light
I see my light
See my light
See my shining light
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Wind chimes – aural pollution, cloaking natural sounds – arrgh!
That’s a fair point. How’s this?
Jane Goodall has a suggestion that would bring imminent peace to the world… get the human population down to about 481 million. Then we can hear the chimes… hear the crickets. But exactly who gets to listen? Some pretty good questions offered by Jon Rappoport. https://tinyurl.com/24bmcavd
Great, enjoy your noise makers, neighbor. But if I have to listen to them, I’m calling in an airstrike.
Woodstock chimes. We have a set of them hanging from the canopy where I work on the rocks. O Fie on ye wind chime curmudgeons. These tubular bells make the music of the spheres, and it is lovely.
JWM
I used to knock wind chimes too, until my wife brought a set of these Corinthian bells. The tones are quite nice. I wouldn’t hang any wind chimes at my trout camp in the woods, though.
My wife has 2 sets on our front porch but the wind is such as they seldom ring.
One:https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B07BS5JT8F/ref=ppx_yo_dt_b_search_asin_title?ie=UTF8&psc=1
And two:https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B015OG98TS/ref=ppx_yo_dt_b_search_asin_title?ie=UTF8&psc=1
Both are considerably LESS expensive than what I paid for them a couple years ago.
Here’s true, inner peace –
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=92i5m3tV5XY
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pOUilsuZj1E
Me, this time of year I hear shots fired just about any time day or night, Alaska zen moment.
Ain’t nothing to worry about.
There is nothing zen about a perfectly manicured lawn… zen is being cool with an un-mown lawn.