Wholy Earth
Body, Mind, & Spirit Apothecary
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An elderly Chinese woman had two large pots, each hung on the ends of a pole which she carried across her neck. One of the pots had a crack in it while the other pot was perfect and always delivered a full portion of water. At the end of the long walk from the stream to the house, the cracked pot arrived only half full. For a full two years this went on daily, with the woman bringing home only one and a half pots of water. Of course, the perfect pot was proud of its accomplishments. But the poor cracked pot was ashamed of its own imperfection, and miserable that it could only do half of what it had been made to do. After 2 years of what it perceived to be bitter failure, it spoke to the woman one day by the stream. "I am a shamed of myself, because this crack in my side causes water to leak out all the way back to your house." The old woman smiled, "Did you notice that there are flowers on your side of the path, but not on the other pot's side? That's because I have always known about your flaw, so I planted flower seeds on your side of the path, and every day while we walk back, you water them." "For two years I have been able to pick these beautiful flowers to decorate the table. Without you being just the way you are, there would not be this beauty to grace the house." Each of us has our own unique flaw. But it's the cracks and flaws we each have that make our lives together so very interesting and rewarding. You've just got to take each person for what they are and look for the good in them. So, to all of my crackpot friends, have a great day and remember to smell the flowers on your side of the path! |
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Bio... Lyra Star Mist Jubb was born in Lynnwood, Washington. She began writing at the age of seven. The poem “Speak It Out” was first published for the United Nations Youth Writing Competition in 1985. In her pursuit of peace and balance in the world, Lyra has continued to be inspired and Speak It Out. For information on current projects, and how you can help create a beautiful world, please visit http://www.squidoo.com/earthcommunity/. |
"Speak It Out" As I sit here and think I could run on 'till I'm blue Don't act dumb Express what you feel with positive zeal. The world turns from day into night and night into If you're sad, If you're mad, If you're glad, That's what life is all about. |
| First Born Here we are in the early morning light As we search each other's eyes And try to remember who is who. Your pools of blue reflect my dreams. And in that instant I see my soul's inside of you as yours is part of me. You are my first born. My sun-signed Leo, my full moon baby. My son. |
Untitled All around people seeing me through their window in this room. Cynicism or loving wisdom upon a trophy shelf. Crystal ball, distant call looking for myself. A magic dust, and ounce of trust somehow I could steal. Just a moment's clarity Could lend a way to heal. Hypnotize, mesmorize send me to the moon. But please, please, please give ME a window somewhere in this room. |
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Tides You see the clouds quickly brewing |
For my daughter Caitlin: |
| Death of a Forest There is construction happening outside my Woken one morning to the sound of It was, is horrible sound. The view is not the same. Nature giving way to mans incessant The view's not the same. I miss the sea |
Dreaming How can there be nothing when the worlds stand before us There’s a memory of laughter coming to the surface What was that dream? How can there be nothing out here A dilemma, what’s natural vs invaded, created… |
In Response to deerpark People leave. People leave things behind. It’s an endless saga. What we take from it is our own, Summer sounds, in hazy hues of green and grey-blue Oversized head-lights like over-sized dreams – both beautiful. |
My Pace... Footfalls not matching my breathing. Eyes always hungry. What does the next point yield? One week of time means (ah - but i have both weeks) Light turning to darkness. The change of season. |
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from across the clouded room |
pride |
In Response to Modern Day Delusion |
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Endless Love
Timeless is the treasured love of two lovers who have shared a passage in a time again holds one so endeared In a lifetime in a different world these two hearts came to know A special bond was to prosper to a triumph of its own A triumph in its righteousness, a gentry of its kind, this love was pure magic that lasted throughout time An undeniable love that will hold forever dear Its doctrine of truth forever without fear. |
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I am the trees so tall. I am the stone so small. I am the wind that blows so sweet. I am the constant heart beat. I am the bird that flies so high. I am the clouds up in the sky. I am the water cooling all. I am the earth, the swirling ball. I am the cat sitting on your lap. I am the baby taking a nap. I am the rolling waves and the sea. I am you and you are me. We are one. Absent in none. Big and small We are part of it all. |
Twelve and one Brought together In a sacred way. Knowing the truth Yet needing to remember. Drawn to gather. Twelve and one Speak their minds, Their truth. Know each other Individually and as one Heart to heart Twelve and one Here to serve Here to Be. One by one Accept the Truth Of Love as All. |
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rainbows, love and light shine on all things black or white. dance and breath yourself free be who you want to be. this is true for all, as we are all guided to our own paths. submerged in water sprouted to be, dancing and breathing on this earth. our choices start with our birth. |
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