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Manifesto: The Mad Farmer Liberation Front (An Easter Poem)

Love the quick profit, the annual raise,
vacation with pay. Want more
of everything ready-made. Be afraid
to know your neighbors and to die.
And you will have a window in your head.
Not even your future will be a mystery
any more. Your mind will be punched in a card
and shut away in a little drawer.
When they want you to buy something
they will call you. When they want you
to die for profit they will let you know.

So, friends, every day do something
that won’t compute. Love the Lord.
Love the world. Work for nothing.
Take all that you have and be poor.
Love someone who does not deserve it.
Denounce the government and embrace
the flag. Hope to live in that free
republic for which it stands.
Give your approval to all you cannot
understand. Praise ignorance, for what man
has not encountered he has not destroyed.

Ask the questions that have no answers.
Invest in the millennium. Plant sequoias.
Say that your main crop is the forest
that you did not plant,
that you will not live to harvest.
Say that the leaves are harvested
when they have rotted into the mold.
Call that profit. Prophesy such returns.

Put your faith in the two inches of humus
that will build under the trees
every thousand years.
Listen to carrion – put your ear
close, and hear the faint chattering
of the songs that are to come.
Expect the end of the world. Laugh.
Laughter is immeasurable. Be joyful
though you have considered all the facts.
So long as women do not go cheap
for power, please women more than men.
Ask yourself: Will this satisfy
a woman satisfied to bear a child?
Will this disturb the sleep
of a woman near to giving birth?

Go with your love to the fields.
Lie down in the shade. Rest your head
in her lap. Swear allegiance
to what is nighest your thoughts.
As soon as the generals and the politicos
can predict the motions of your mind,
lose it. Leave it as a sign
to mark the false trail, the way
you didn’t go. Be like the fox
who makes more tracks than necessary,
some in the wrong direction.
Practice resurrection.

by Wendell Berry

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A Homecoming: A Poem

One faith is bondage. Two
are free. In the trust 
of old love, cultivation shows
a dark graceful wilderness
at its heart. Wild
in that wilderness, we roam
the distances of our faith,
safe beyond the bounds
of what we know. O love,
open. Show me
my country. Take me home.

by Wendell Berry

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If you believe in God, that is sometimes when your trouble starts. One day Jesus said to his disciples, “Get into the boat and go to the other side.” They did what he said, and they hit a storm. It was not because they disobeyed that they hit a storm; it was because they obeyed that they hit a storm. Believing in God means putting yourself in situations that may cause you to say, “Why did I do that? I thought God blesses you when you do right.” Because of their faith, some people have stopped the mouths of lions, have won wars, have raised the dead, have had every kind of triumph in the world. But other people because of their faith in God, have suffered. They have been chased, and pushed, and hurt, and talked against, and imprisoned because of their faith. Faith is not a success story; faith is a story that says, “I take this up as my way of life.”

But I think the primary reason Paul had to preach the cross is because the cross tells us how God is. God identifies with human suffering; God comes to us and suffers with us, and that sympathy is extraordinarily powerful.
Fred B. Craddock from the, “Cherry Log Sermons” on Christianity, suffering, triumph and the cross. 

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Talk is Cheap - Chet Faker
… Waiting forever because it’s to comfortable to move….

Oh so, your weak rhyme
You doubt I’ll bother reading into it
I’ll probably won’t
Left to my own devices
But that’s the difference in our opinions

[Pre-Chorus]
You’re a mouthful
That amounts for another week on my own
Now I’m a novel made resourceful
I start a chain with my thought

[Chorus]
Talk is cheap, my darling
When you’re feeling right at home
I wanna make you move with confidence
I wanna be with you alone

So help me help you start it
You’re too comfortable to know
Throwing out those words
No, you gotta feel it on your own

Cold pain
I cannot sustain it
That’s what I’m thinking
Not what I’m drinking

I hold up my ways
These thoughts are pervasive
It’s not a statement
But peace can be evasive

[Pre-Chorus]
You’re a mouthful
That accounts for another week on my own
Now I’m a novel made resourceful
I start a chain with my thought

[Chorus X2]
Talk is cheap, my darling
When you’re feeling right at home
I wanna make you move with confidence
I wanna be with you alone

So help me help you start it
You’re too comfortable to know
Throwing out those words
No, you gotta feel it on your own

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A conversation on the power of habit.
  • William James (psychologist): All our life, so far as it has definite form, is but a mass of habits, - practical, emotional, and intellectual, - systematically organized for our weal or woe, and bearing us irresistibly toward our destiny, whatever the latter may be.
  • Aristotle (philosopher): We are what we repeatedly do. Excellence, then, is not an act, but a habit.

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Continuing my kick of melancholy remakes of classic songs like this one here is Jules Larson’s cover of True Colors. 

You with the sad eyes
Don’t be discouraged
Oh I realize
It’s hard to take courage
In a world full of people
You can lose sight of it all
And the darkness inside you
Can make you feel so small

But I see your true colors
Shining through
I see your true colors
And that’s why I love you
So don’t be afraid to let them show
Your true colors
True colors are beautiful,
Like a rainbow

Show me a smile then,
Don’t be unhappy, can’t remember
When I last saw you laughing
If this world makes you crazy
And you’ve taken all you can bear
You call me up
Because you know I’ll be there

And I’ll see your true colors
Shining through
I see your true colors
And that’s why I love you
So don’t be afraid to let them show
Your true colors
True colors are beautiful,
Like a rainbow

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Praying: A Poem

It doesn’t have to be
the blue iris, it could be
weeds in a vacant lot, or a few
small stones; just
pay attention, then patch

a few words together and don’t try
to make them elaborate, this isn’t
a contest but a doorway

into thanks, and a silence in which
another voice may speak.

by: Mary Oliver

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This is just so beautiful in so many ways. A nun makes it on the Voice Italy, and how she preforms, handles herself, engages with the culture of the time and bring so much joy and surprise is just wonderful!

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On truth and lies.
  • Augustine: All truth is God's truth.
  • Ben Franklin: Half the truth is often a great lie.
  • Schopenhauer: Truth that is naked is the most beautiful, and the simpler its expression the deeper is the impression it makes.