I think my bathtub is the only place that is free from the gaseous fog of #dogfarts
but I don't have any toaster waffles and the tv channel has been permanently set to #folk
and #bluegrass #music
This is my last Saturday with #sasquatchlegs
. I've got #mixedemotions
in ways that I never thought imaginable. .
When one door closes, another opens is #bullshit
. It should be said like so....."Just when you get your feelings corralled and you have made peace with them, the universe will mash them like #sundaypotatoes
and then tell you to put the skins back on them."
I am convinced that #music
is the #essence
, the #spirit
, the #soul
, the #being
of everything and I must consume more. When I have had all my spirit can take, I will go to #heaven
where there will be more #music
. I am really effing excited about the #journey
And lastly, I'm #chickenshit
and talk a good game but in the end, I am allergic to taking #risks
HAPPY SATURDAY! Go do, go be. #loveoneanother
and be #grateful
The Alchemist knew the legend of Narcissus, a youth who daily knelt beside a lake to contemplate his own beauty. He was so fascinated by himself that, one morning, he fell into the lake and drowned.
At the spot where he fell, a flower was born, which was called the narcissus.
But this was not how the author of the book ended the story. He said that when Narcissus died, the Goddesses of the Forest appeared and found the lake, which had been fresh water, transformed into a lake of salty tears.
“Why do you weep?” the Goddesses asked.
“I weep for Narcissus,” the lake replied.
“Ah, it is no surprise that you weep for Narcissus,” they said, “for though we always pursued him in the forest, you alone could contemplate his beauty close at hand.”
“But….. was Narcissus beautiful?” the lake asked.
“Who better than you to know that?” the Goddesses said in wonder, “After all, it was by your banks that he knelt each day to contemplate himself!”
The lake was silent for some time. Finally it said:
“I weep for Narcissus, but I never noticed that Narcissus was beautiful. I weep because, each time he knelt beside my banks, I could see, in the depths of his eyes, my own beauty reflected.”
“What a lovely story,” the Alchemist thought.
Non smetterò mai di cercarmi tra la luce e l'oscurità, che ho imparato ad amare.
Tra i cambi di pelle e il tempo che passa, le tante me saranno sempre mie compagne.