True Virtue Is Hitting The Mark

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Odyssey Of Love
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True Virtue Is Hitting The Mark

When your reasons for doing disappear, 
take some action, 
aim at whatever will produce the greatest change 
and the most situational and financial security, 
Thinking and planning are essential, 
yet they must stay in line
in great proportion to carrying them out. 
There can be no peace in a life
that falls short of positive action.

The enemy is obvious, 
anyone who supports surrender
or runs from conflict 
because fighting for stability and freedom 
is more painful than running
and hiding in yourself
and leaving things up to chance,
hoping that by random chance
there will be contentment and peace
in avoiding challenge 
and fighting for what is worth having
and holding on to.

If we do not nail down
the agonies of the enemy, 
or the things inside of ourselves
that do battle against us, 
we will inevitably end up a victim 
of their persecution 
and self-imposed imprisonment. 

Victory lies in taking action. 
Victory is a motivational process. 
Victory belongs to those who persist
and proceed under the worst of conditions.
Victory belongs to those who believe
in staying with the battle
and not surrendering
for the people they love, 
even after they are gone.

In memory of those that started the journey
and the dream with us in our lives, 
we must carry on with our actions
until there is no breath left in our bodies.

For without victory there is always in time
great torment and suffering, 
torment and suffering beyond the dreams
and agonies the human mind can conceive
in its advocating of difficult times. 

If you fight for what you love
and believe in and fail
and are destroyed, 
there is honor in your death.

If you surrender,
there is but a short time of peace 
with its seed of hidden torment
until you are tortured
all the days of your life,
enslaved in bondage to suffering, 
escaping only in death without honor.

Do not hand over your honor. 
With every effort of your life
until the last instant in your life, 
never surrender.

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The Olive Pits

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The Olive Pits

Black and red,
green and brown,
Long and fat or thin and round;
Take a closer look at the olive pits,
They have a secret attached
And a secret within,
On their faces after they have been stripped clean,
Olive pits;
Traveling from throughout the world,
From everywhere in the world.
Take a closer look at the olive pits,
New they are works of art,
Each sculpted with remaining pieces of olive meat,
Rarely stripped clean,
Eaten and discarded;
Survived.
The mouth of women and men
Of every nation and nationality
Good and evil,
Child and old,
Each an artist 
At revealing the core of a new generation,
Stretching across time,
Olive to olive pit,
Planted and born again,
Perpetuating the species,
If it is allowed to be said.
Or then again,
what kind of food is an olive anyway?
Loathed and loved,
Devoured and exploited,
Alive inside of 
A unique nature 
of each individual variety,
if it is allowed to be said,
a species,
and what a species,
this part of living.
Look again and see the olive pits,
the naked olive pit,
The taste of them still lingering 
from their rolling around your mouth and tongue,
Sheering across your teeth,
Painting your gums;
A part of the planting,
Possibly;
The olive pits.

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Odyssey The Gypsy
Sunrise Of The Gypsy

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The Pebble And The Stone

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The Pebble And The Stone

A certain student met her teacher one day walking along the road at a place where 7 roads meet. The day was very hot. She could see him from a far distance away walking towards her, slowly. As she walked closer to him she could see he was badly wounded and bleeding. She loved this teacher very much, she started to cry and weep because she could see that he was dying. She spoke to him; "Master who did this terrible thing to you? How did you receive this great wound?" The teacher replied; "The wound is a curse and a mystery. I received it form my enemy and from a friend. The curse is a blessing and the blessing is a curse, this is the mystery of the wound. The pebble and the stone, I am a prisoner in a parable on the road to death. I am searching for the road to life. The curse has blinded my eyes by stealing the love from my heart. The blood that runs out of the wound that you see is the love of my heart, it is killing me, it has made me grow weak, I can no longer see." The student was very sad and confused, she asked; "Master I don't understand your words, how can you say the curse is a blessing, the curse is killing you?
And a blessing is a curse, is there good in evil? Where is the pebble and stone of this parable that hold a prisoner the master I love?" The master replied; "The parable is a mystery that I will reveal to you. The pebble and the stone are the same thing, they are placed on the road between us and our dreams, the pebble and the stone stand between us and the answers we seek, the pebble and the stone are on the road ahead of me, and they are the mystery that separates the road of death from the road of life. When a traveler on the road approaches the place of the pebble and the stone; one traveler will see a pebble, as this traveler passes they simply step over it unaffected by its curse, it has no power to stop this traveler from reaching their dreams. Another traveler approaches the same place as they approach closer they see the stone, the stone appears to get bigger as they get closer, a rock, closer a bolder, then closer a mountain! This traveler becomes discouraged by the curse of the stone, they lose heart, the curse becomes too big, this traveler can no longer see their dream or conceive a way to find it!" The student realized as the master spoke these words that without her help he would die on this road. "Master", she spoke, "it is my dream to help you find the road to life. I love you! Let my love be your eyes, I will share my blood with you together we will live and love."
She reached her hand to touch him. He said to her "STOP!" "You cannot touch me my love, the pebble and the stone are between us!" Tears ran down the student's face out of her eyes and tears of rain began to fall from the sky. It was in this moment the student awoke from sleep. She thought to herself; this was only a dream! She looked at her hands they were covered with blood. It was then that she understood her master's words; "I received it from my enemy and from my friend." It was her hands that held his wounds from his enemy open! It started to rain hard, tears rushed down the student's face from her eyes, she wept in bitter agony. She was so confused. She cried out loud; "What is the dream and what is not the dream? Where does one dream begin and the other dream end? Where is the master the love of my heart? How can I find him before love dies and the dream is gone? YES! The curse is a blessing and the blessing is a curse, but I am afraid!" Her many tears fell to the ground. She watched them fall upon the road. She looked up at the road and on the road before her she saw something in the road. It appeared to be a pebble or a stone.

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