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[ Nature’s Greatest Machine ]

Processing the contaminants out of the body takes time, but the reward is life. Two quotes from Carl R. Rogers. One. The curious paradox is that when I accept myself just as I am, then I can change. Two. What is most personal is most universal.

Last night I sat again with my papers. MPK had never written for pleasure or to escape pain.Its writings defy passing moods and ambitious phases. It writes to learn — its perceptions of the world, its place within it, itself as a world within me — an act neither pleasurable nor painful, but mysterious and life-giving. It continues to be for this body two things — freedom and romance — which to others, are either foolish escapism or unattainable ideals. It is indeed escapist and idealistic. But foolishness is their judgement of illusory and cheapness upon its life-giving forces of sanity and necessity.

Make me your protection, my angel... we are the greatest partnership. My job - to be pure and clear. Your job - to be intelligent and powerful. Together we will become Nature's Greatest Machine — a humble human being.

One day we shall bring it home and let it be sung. 

KS

LOG#2021040

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WHERE THERE IS EGO, THERE CANNOT BE TRUST

WHEN THERE IS DEBATE, PROGRESS CAN BE MADE

FEAR NOTHING, DOUBT NOTHING
SHED AWAY THE UNNECESSARY THOUGHTS
BECOME WHAT YOU WERE ALWAYS GOING TO BE

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I feel that martial arts, any art, comes down to the art of living - dominating survival and thriving. Decluttering the mindbody-mindspace to attain clarity, mental-physical. The art of living is the most fundamental and most important practice of all — it grounds all resolution and grants all possibilities. How often do we choose ‘getting it over with’ over ‘ getting intentional and present’? The rushed wastes life, the still enjoys life. Living is meditative practice. Our voice cannot sound pure, our movements cannot dance if our mindbody-mindspace is cluttered with nonsense and distrust. Living can be made an artful chaos…a peaceful madness… if we allow ourselves to let go, to be. To truly live is to embody movement within stillness and stillness within movement.

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TO HUNT, TO PLAY
TO DO GOOD WORK
TO SLEEP ON CLOUDS

THE BODY REMEMEBERS

LET GRATITUDE BE OUR RESOLVE

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Nature observes life, change, cycles into existence. Nature is the work of intelligence. Science is our bridge to nature.

Listen, truly listen. Hear rustling of branches from a distant land…broken prayers of refugees without homes… sweet orangutans, our beloved children and elders, brothers and sisters of the world…

TRUE POWER

poverty of the mind deepens because we are so desperate to be something, to get somewhere, to make a difference and change or control the world. ignorance, lack of ethics and moral principles, social anxiety, feeling of inadequacy, deceit, self-hatred, narcissism, blind faith, judging without reason, insensitivity, reactiveness, resentment, polarizing tendencies, pretentiousness, manipulation, attachment, addiction, decadence, elitism, greed, controlling behaviours, fearfulness, pessimism, self-pity. such corruptions become detonators to various forms of abuse and harm to humanity, and on the other side of any of these testing gates is the high possibility of deluding to the worst evils of all-the perversion of playing god-systematic rape, torture and murder of the innocent.

but innocence cannot be hurt, no matter how evil the deed. innocence is true divinity and the most powerful force, there is nothing more pure or perfect; innocence is invincible. those who can nurture innocence learn to live simply, to desire nothing, to dissolve boundaries and negative perceptions, those who pray faithfully and forgive the wicked - such are the ones with the strongest wills and greatest wealth.

MY ANGEL OF POETRY

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I am a writer not by choice. The pen held my hand and together we bled. It told me that I need not keep the torment in my heart because it belonged on paper and that it would show me out of my suffering if I surrendered to it. The thought of surrendering comforted me. Pen, ink, paper, we became one, to give and forgive.

I ride in happiness and freedom much more often now. I am indebted to my angel of poetry. Thank you for giving me life, so I can journey it to learn and embody love, forgiveness, and gratitude. Please let me guide your light to others who need it too.

A POEM

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A Poem

We are all immigrants,

celestial things that grouped

and formed an alliance,

then travelled by starlight together,

we landed on this planet

and decided that we were going to... live,

live on and on, no matter what.

First we were minuscule, but not insignificant,

because look, we changed forms,

we adapted, we grew,

we were even dinosaurs at one point,

but then we decided it was time to embrace

the good Earth and pass on the torch

to other creatures of light...

Fast forward some time, we became the breath

of humanity, our hearts thunder quietly,

life has never been so exciting,

so we have always said...

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