Tag Archives: responsibility

Beyond Hope

Abandon Hope, all ye that enter here; forsake that vain and selfish childhood bride to drown her sorrows in a stale warm beer, and unencumbered, dare to step inside. There are no maps, no hackneyed turns of phrase, to guide … Continue reading

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Give and Take

From Swami Satchidananda’s translation and commentary on the Bhagavad Gita: Cherished by your spirit of sacrifice, the gods give you everything you want. (But remember) whoever receives gifts from the gods without offering anything back is a thief. To take … Continue reading

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Confucious

The words that rend my soul’s speech are my own; they are not borrowed from another’s lines. From someone else’s field, of their seeds sown, come not the fruits due me at harvest time. To posit otherwise is to admit … Continue reading

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Half Crazy

I’ve always been a fan of reggae, calypso and island music in general; and the songs “Margaritaville” and “Two Pina Coladas” seemed to be missing what I’ve always seen as a crucial element in the description of relationship recovery: that … Continue reading

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Dividing Up the Blame

Wind blowing through a courtyard Shattered windows turn their broken eyes on me Blind, can’t see the street because I’m crying for my soul is in the gutter, trying to find release Is there something on that wall? Looks like … Continue reading

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New myths are required

There’s just so much that you can take as karmic payment for mistakes before you start to wonder and imagine that you understand the link from cause to each effect: that every action or neglect results in a changed universe … Continue reading

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Friday the Thirteenth

Are you afraid the universe might some be conspiring, that the unseen, neglected soul of the whole world is tiring of folks whose hands say gimme while their mouths say much obliged, all the while with backs too stiff to … Continue reading

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