We all need someone/somebeing to look up to.
Across the Universe by The Beatles
Words are flowing out like
endless rain into a paper cup
They slither while they pass
They slip away across the universe
Pools of sorrow waves of joy
are drifting through my open mind
Possessing and caressing me
Jai guru deva om
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world
Images of broken light which
dance before me like a million eyes
That call me on and on across the universe
Thoughts meander like a
restless wind inside a letter box
they tumble blindly as they make their way
across the universe
Nothing's gonna change my world
Cover by Fiona Apple
Monday, November 24, 2008
Thursday, November 20, 2008
In the Year 2525
By Zager and Evans
In the year 2525
If man is still alive
If woman can survive
They may find
In the year 3535
Ain't gonna need to tell the truth, tell no lies
Everything you think, do, or say
Is in the pill you took today
In the year 4545
Ain't gonna need your teeth, won't need your eyes
You won't find a thing to do
Nobody's gonna look at you
In the year 5555
Your arms are hanging limp at your sides
Your legs not nothing to do
Some machine is doing that for you
In the year 6565
Ain't gonna need no husband, won't need no wife
You'll pick your son, pick your daughter too
From the bottom of a long black tube
In the year 7510
If God's a-comin' he ought to make it by then
Maybe he'll look around himself and say
Guess it's time for the Judgement day
In the year 8510
God's gonna shake his mighty head
He'll either say I'm pleased where man has been
Or tear it down and start again
In the year 9595
I'm kinda wondering if man's gonna be alive
He's taken everything this old earth can give
And he ain't put back nothing
Now it's been 10,000 years
Man has cried a billion tears
For what he never knew
Now man's reign is through
But through the eternal night
The twinkling of starlight
So very far away
Maybe it's only yesterday
In the year 2525
If man is still alive
If woman can survive
They may find
In the year 3535
Ain't gonna need to tell the truth, tell no lies
Everything you think, do, or say
Is in the pill you took today
In the year 4545
Ain't gonna need your teeth, won't need your eyes
You won't find a thing to do
Nobody's gonna look at you
In the year 5555
Your arms are hanging limp at your sides
Your legs not nothing to do
Some machine is doing that for you
In the year 6565
Ain't gonna need no husband, won't need no wife
You'll pick your son, pick your daughter too
From the bottom of a long black tube
In the year 7510
If God's a-comin' he ought to make it by then
Maybe he'll look around himself and say
Guess it's time for the Judgement day
In the year 8510
God's gonna shake his mighty head
He'll either say I'm pleased where man has been
Or tear it down and start again
In the year 9595
I'm kinda wondering if man's gonna be alive
He's taken everything this old earth can give
And he ain't put back nothing
Now it's been 10,000 years
Man has cried a billion tears
For what he never knew
Now man's reign is through
But through the eternal night
The twinkling of starlight
So very far away
Maybe it's only yesterday
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
The Feather
At the Conference "Living with the Earth" organized by the Intercultural Institute of Montreal in Canada, an Indian Canadian, Al Hunter, spoke about the symbolic meaning of the feather :
"When I speak in my language, I’ve been taught to introduce myself by telling you my name. In English, the closest translation would be "whirlwind".
My totem, my clan, is the caribou.
The name of the land where I come from speaks of the river.
These feathers that I carry were given to me about ten years ago when I started on a journey to reclaim who I am.
These feathers are very sacred because they come from the bird that flies highest in the sky and that is very important to us - the eagle.
I take them with me wherever I go.
And I hold them whenever I speak, because they give me strength.
They give me the ability to speak from my heart, to speak honestly, and to speak without anger, so as not to hurt anyone.
I can tell you a story from these feathers. These are not just feathers. The middle bone is the path that we walk.
It could be a path; it could be a river. You can call it whatever you want.
All these off-to-the-sides are the choices that we have, but there is always this bone to which they are attached.
For us, it is called "the red road", the road our fathers and forefathers have tried and which shows us the way.
Over the last five hundred years we have been told that this "red road" is no longer there, that our ways are no longer valid, that our ways are no longer alive.
And when that did not work, our language was taken away from us by force.
My own family and relatives tell me stories of when they went to school, when the people came to our communities and just took the young children, and the young babies. They stole them ! And they brought them to the school. They were beaten when they spoke their language.
They had never heard English in their life, but they were beaten when they tried to speak their language. This history is common, whether it was the Anishnawbe, or the Maori in New Zealand, or the people in Australia, or anywhere.
They wanted us to stop having our ceremonies. They wanted us to stop singing our songs. They wanted us to stop teaching our children about our connection to the earth.
What has sustained indigenous people all these centuries ?
Language. Music. Stories. That’s what has sustained us.
It has not been NGOs. It has not been organizations.
What has sustained us is the bone of the feather, and our choices which were connected to it. This is why I am still here."
"When I speak in my language, I’ve been taught to introduce myself by telling you my name. In English, the closest translation would be "whirlwind".
My totem, my clan, is the caribou.
The name of the land where I come from speaks of the river.
These feathers that I carry were given to me about ten years ago when I started on a journey to reclaim who I am.
These feathers are very sacred because they come from the bird that flies highest in the sky and that is very important to us - the eagle.
I take them with me wherever I go.
And I hold them whenever I speak, because they give me strength.
They give me the ability to speak from my heart, to speak honestly, and to speak without anger, so as not to hurt anyone.
I can tell you a story from these feathers. These are not just feathers. The middle bone is the path that we walk.
It could be a path; it could be a river. You can call it whatever you want.
All these off-to-the-sides are the choices that we have, but there is always this bone to which they are attached.
For us, it is called "the red road", the road our fathers and forefathers have tried and which shows us the way.
Over the last five hundred years we have been told that this "red road" is no longer there, that our ways are no longer valid, that our ways are no longer alive.
And when that did not work, our language was taken away from us by force.
My own family and relatives tell me stories of when they went to school, when the people came to our communities and just took the young children, and the young babies. They stole them ! And they brought them to the school. They were beaten when they spoke their language.
They had never heard English in their life, but they were beaten when they tried to speak their language. This history is common, whether it was the Anishnawbe, or the Maori in New Zealand, or the people in Australia, or anywhere.
They wanted us to stop having our ceremonies. They wanted us to stop singing our songs. They wanted us to stop teaching our children about our connection to the earth.
What has sustained indigenous people all these centuries ?
Language. Music. Stories. That’s what has sustained us.
It has not been NGOs. It has not been organizations.
What has sustained us is the bone of the feather, and our choices which were connected to it. This is why I am still here."
Thursday, November 06, 2008
Nine Million Bicycles
Love.
Either you believe in it, not at all.
And if you do.
It's a fact.
Either you accept it , or not at all.
Is love complicated?
Do you believe in it?
Do you accept it?
then the answer is clear.
But never deny it.
There are nine million bicycles in Beijing
That's a fact,
It's a thing we can't deny
Like the fact that I will love you till I die.
We are twelve billion light years from the edge,
That's a guess,
No-one can ever say it's true
But I know that I will always be with you.
I'm warmed by the fire of your love everyday
So don't call me a liar,
Just believe everything that I say
There are six BILLION people in the world
More or less
and it makes me feel quite small
But you're the one I love the most of all
We're high on the wire
With the world in our sight
And I'll never tire,
Of the love that you give me every night
There are nine million bicycles in Beijing
That's a Fact,
it's a thing we can't deny
Like the fact that I will love you till I die
And there are nine million bicycles in Beijing
And you know that I will love you till I die!
Either you believe in it, not at all.
And if you do.
It's a fact.
Either you accept it , or not at all.
Is love complicated?
Do you believe in it?
Do you accept it?
then the answer is clear.
But never deny it.
There are nine million bicycles in Beijing
That's a fact,
It's a thing we can't deny
Like the fact that I will love you till I die.
We are twelve billion light years from the edge,
That's a guess,
No-one can ever say it's true
But I know that I will always be with you.
I'm warmed by the fire of your love everyday
So don't call me a liar,
Just believe everything that I say
There are six BILLION people in the world
More or less
and it makes me feel quite small
But you're the one I love the most of all
We're high on the wire
With the world in our sight
And I'll never tire,
Of the love that you give me every night
There are nine million bicycles in Beijing
That's a Fact,
it's a thing we can't deny
Like the fact that I will love you till I die
And there are nine million bicycles in Beijing
And you know that I will love you till I die!
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