From: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org (eda-thoughts-digest) To: eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Subject: eda-thoughts-digest V1 #104 Reply-To: eda-thoughts@smoe.org Sender: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Errors-To: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Precedence: bulk eda-thoughts-digest Wednesday, August 5 1998 Volume 01 : Number 104 Today's Subjects: ----------------- ET: Tao [genben@usa.net] ET: F/BF [zerocool@earth.sunlink.net (Niki)] ET: stuff [Jan Winters ] ET: first poem (almost) [genben@usa.net] ET: another old one [genben@usa.net] ET: First Poem [beccahusky1@juno.com (Kristin A Maynard)] ET: thoughts in life ["Kerry *jo*" ] ET: some poems ["Naomi Vaughn" ] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Tue, 04 Aug 1998 04:08:50 From: genben@usa.net Subject: ET: Tao Hey there, So I have this book of daily meditations that is of a Taoist persuasion. Every day there is a new little poem and then a reflection on the message, and every day has a different subject. So I wanted to share the one for August 4th (today) with everyone, b/c the subject is Poetry. Here it is: ******* Anything is subject for a poem: A catalog of boxing equipment, a collage of other poems, Serpentine trail of incense, raised deer fur, old shoes pointed pigeon-toed, Glass and steel cityscape, almod eyes of a saint, weeping of tiny flowers, Sunlight on whitewashed walls, blue shadows of stooped women, A sprung mousetrap, a trickle of blood in the gutter, The homing swoop of a gull, chill whitecapped bay, scent of eucalyptus. Green lawn of broken blades, clods of fat earth. Anything is subject for a poem. Even in sleep, write a poem. When waking, write a poem. While loving, write a poem. Even voting, write a poem. When angry, write a poem. While dreaming, write a poem. ~~~~~~~~~~~ The sages say quite seriously that those who wish to know Tao better should cultivate the poet in themselves. ******* I just thought I'd share the thoughts from my everyday source for today, especially since it relates so well to this list. Stay poetic. Ben ____________________________________________________________________ Get free e-mail and a permanent address at http://www.netaddress.com/?N=1 ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 4 Aug 1998 13:53:05 -0500 From: zerocool@earth.sunlink.net (Niki) Subject: ET: F/BF I was watching tv the other night and I heard this quote, I thought it was very funny and I wanted to share it with you guyz :) "A friend is someone who will help you move. A best friend is someone who will help you move a body." It might not be a very deep thought or anything but hey, it made me laugh...and after having a bad day...well...I needed to hear it :) *^*Niki*^* ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 04 Aug 1998 12:52:39 -0700 From: Jan Winters Subject: ET: stuff "once the game is over, the kind and pawn go back into the same box" italian saying "here in the midst of a lonely abyss, a single joy i find...your presence in my mind" john keats "it is always darkest before dawn" traditional "laugh and the world laughs with you, cry and you get all wet" anonymous "love is like a violin, the music may stop now and then but the strings last forever" june masters bacher "todays mighty oak is just yestardays little acron that held it's ground" anonymous "it is never too late to be what you might have been" george eliot "it is respectable to have no illusions-and safe and profitable and dull" jospesh conrad "people who can agree on what's funny can usualy agree on other things as well" anonymous "smiles are like souls kisses" minna autrim "the greatest pleasure in life is doing what people say you cannot do" walter bagehot "to live is the rarest thing in the world. most people just exist, that is all" oscar wilde hey angels! all of these quotes hold a dear and special place in my heart, a good friend of mine from england sent me most of them when i was feeling down. each one has a special meaning that i look at constantly. i thought i would share some of them with you, perhaps some you have heard and some you haven't, but i just hope you like them as much as i have. the best advice ever given? my best friend, liz, once told me "stop, don't over analyze just live life". which was something i forgot to do. but the very best advice ever given to me wasnt really spoken, but more felt but the best advice was when my nephew was born april 27. i never held a baby, i never even was around an infant, until zak was born. the nurse put him in my arms and i told her not to, saying that i would drop it or something. the nurse put him in my arms anyway because they needed someone to hold him right then or something lame like that. my sister was laying on her bed and she looked over at me with this huge smile and said "he loves you kat, it all comes naturaly after that". i took that in a lot of ways. i just held baby zak and realized she was right. some womans intuition was actualy kicking off into me. but also with other people in my life, if they love me and i love them, then everything comes naturaly after that. sometimes we make love out to be this huge complex thing, but watching zak slowly open up his eyes to the world i saw that it's not, we all started as these little babies, with unconditional love. it's still in everyone. a second thing that i learned that day was about religion and spirtuality. my father took me to the chapal in the hospital before zak was born. we both prayed for it to be happy and healthy, also for the wisdom in my sister to handle the baby. after the baby was born, my dad and i were walking out of the hospital and he said that he had to pray again. i asked why, the baby is fine. dad insisted that we both go and thank, who ever is up there, for having angels watch after us that night. i thought that was the most beautiful thing in the world, to know not to only pray and ask for help, but to also thank and appreciate what has been given. and lastly my best bud again and i realized something; childhoods can be crap at times. and most of us have some pretty harsh stories on how things ended up. then at these silly ages of 18 we just want to grow up, and become what? an adult that makes another child's childhood crappy? no! i refuse. liz and i decided to completely embrace childhood and go back to it. what i mean is, we don't always go to parties on the weekend or study our butts off during the week. we live, recreate our childhoods. we go to the park all the time and make memories that take place of those real crappy annoying ones. this might not make any sense to a lot of you, but it's really helped us. we both realize that we are gonna have to be adults any day now, but today, right this minute i'm just a little girl in high school trying to hold onto the childhood a little bit longer. take a minute and go to the park or river, just take a few minutes out of your life to live. stop getting drunk/high/trippin/or some sexual great feeling and take a minute to feel something from inside the soul. to just be yourself and feel every emotion that you want. i hope that made some sense and i didn't sound too weird. alrighty, i hope someone in the world read this. congrats if you made it this far, your really awesome. kat imperfect angel ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 04 Aug 1998 21:50:40 From: genben@usa.net Subject: ET: first poem (almost) hey, Well, I was intrigued by Naomi's idea that we all send in our first poems (or as close as we can come) to the list. I have no idea where my first poem is, or even what it was about, but i did find one that is almost 10 years old (maybe more like 8, I don't know - I'd have to go back about 15 yrs. for my first one I think). I used to have this thing where every poem I wrote was four stanzas, four lines to a stanza, with an 'abab' rhyme scheme. So, here is an old one from me (I would say somewhere between '88 and '90): ******* She was unscathed, free from harm Her beauty was everywhere From the gracefulness of her arms To the sweet smell of her hair Nothing could touch her there She was like a queen So soft, so fair Not one to pick, but to be seen Her colors like the rainbow Never did she fall down against the white, white snow She turned around my frown Nothing could describe her, poetry or prose and with everything I know I cannot dscribe that single rose Alone against the snow ******* She turned around my frown? What the hell was that all about? Well, I was young, and I probably couldn't think of anything better. I almost changed it here, but that would sort of defeat the purpose. And how about using 'describe' twice in the last stanza. Jeez! I really like this poem, though. I think I should sell it to Hallmark or something. That's it! I'll write cheezy love poems and sell them to greeting card companies! It's only a matter of time now.... Ben ____________________________________________________________________ Get free e-mail and a permanent address at http://www.netaddress.com/?N=1 ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 04 Aug 1998 22:05:16 From: genben@usa.net Subject: ET: another old one Hey, So after I sent that last one I found my old poetry journal and I thought I'd share one of those, b/c it has a date! So here's a REALLY stupid poem called 'More and More' for January 18, 1993 (I feel like an announcer, Casey Casem or so) ******* How do I know she loves me? How can I be sure? Because she says she loves me More and more and more How can she know I love her? How can she be sure? Because I know I love her More than more and more She says she'll always love me She'll always love me true She says she'll always love me I know I'll love her, too I know I'll always love her But how can she be sure? I know I'll always love her and I'll tell her more and more. ******* Jesus! Oh, yeah, I just remembered that I wrote that for a blues band that I was fronting at the time (I sang and played harmonica). Now it doesn't seem so bad ... Who am I kidding? It's terrible! I can't believe I'm sending that. But I am. Ben ____________________________________________________________________ Get free e-mail and a permanent address at http://www.netaddress.com/?N=1 ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 4 Aug 1998 18:51:22 -0400 From: beccahusky1@juno.com (Kristin A Maynard) Subject: ET: First Poem Hey Angels, I decided to take Naomi and Ben's lead and share my first poem. I wrote in fifth grade for a project and it was published in a local literary magazine. Well here it is.It's called Freedom and Bravery. We are drifting down a river of war I never see Papa any more We are fighting to end slavery The slaves are showing bravery But they really are afraid As they parade Down the Underground Railroad To Freedom :) w/b Love Always, Kristin _____________________________________________________________________ You don't need to buy Internet access to use free Internet e-mail. Get completely free e-mail from Juno at http://www.juno.com Or call Juno at (800) 654-JUNO [654-5866] ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 04 Aug 1998 16:10:55 PDT From: "Kerry *jo*" Subject: ET: thoughts in life Hello you wonderful people! I have been reading your posts just sitting back and reflecting and I have seen you guys have posted some quotes and thoughts you feel have changed you significantly. Well I have a few that I would like to share if you don't mind. The first one was sent to me by my x-boyfriend I had been having problems with, he told me how much I had changed his life and so on and he sent me this quote which made me break down into tears. It is so true, its become my philosophy in life... "After a while we learn that all we really are is all the thoughts and all the experiances we have ever had and all the people who have ever touched our lives, no matter how briefly." ~Unknown The next one is by Jewel, and I just stumbled upon it one day. I have always wanted, and always have believed there is an angel standing right next to me helping me along, and so enters this quote... "I believe in angels, I believe that in our lonliest times we are not really alone, that no one is." ~Jewel The next three I guess have become mottos in my life because I have had such a hard time "finding" myself this last year, and I finally accomplished it. Crazy to think a year ago, I wasn't even myself and I hated me, now I feel like a whole new person, I am not afraid to be me, and these two quotes helped a lot through my "transistional" period!... "If you believe in yourself, anything is possible." ~Unkknown "Do what you can, with what you have, where you are." Theodore Roosevelt "You don't get to choose how you are going to die, or when. You can only choose how you are going to live, now." ~Joan Baez Thats all for now my talented friends I will probably send a poem a bit later! Angel love Kerry*Jo* The crazy angel - ----------------------------------------------------------- "I believe in Angels, I believe that in my lonliest times I have not really been alone, That no one really is." ~Jewel **Visit my web site =0) http://www.angelfire.com/ut/intrepiddreamer ______________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free Email at http://www.hotmail.com ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 04 Aug 1998 17:48:50 -0700 From: "Naomi Vaughn" Subject: ET: some poems hey angels~ okay, I wrote these lastnight. I was almost asleep and I just got up and wrote these at like 3 in the morning...don't even quite remember what was going through my head. Anyhow..comments are great. :) later angels.. love, Naomi the unknown angel - --- undeserving I'm not all, I need to be I'm not all, they want from me I feel undeserving, of emotion not worthy of love, and pain from time to time, i'll pull away from everyone to give them a break afterall, one should only have to endure so much... I depend, greatly, on friends when I'm confused, lost, or face-to-face with life they help me find my answers, my way but only on rare occassion do they come to me for the same I feel so undeserving I long to give...something but all I do, is write this poem, once again, only looking to others for understanding. no one, looking to me. 8.4.98 - ---- the truth She stretched her soul tightly across the paper, for your eyes to see and you turned the page. She called you, to make these things known, to your ears and you put her on hold. She seeked you out, to declare herself, to your face and you brushed her aside. She talks herself into believing, you had good reason for this and you really do care. Then she goes to your door, to give you her heart and you shut the door, in her face. No mistaking now. She has to face the truth. She's been loving in vain, and now she's alone. 8.4.98 - --- "How many corners do I have to turn? How many times do I have to learn, All the love I have is in my mind?" ~Verve Angelfire for your free web-based e-mail. http://www.angelfire.com ------------------------------ End of eda-thoughts-digest V1 #104 **********************************