I can still remember THAT DAY, when I was a very young boy. My father stood next to my Mother as I stood in between them. My father introduced me to one of his friends by saying, “This is MY son.” A few hours later, I remember my Mother asking my father, “Who carried YOUR son for nine months?” I was only a little boy, “soft” and “green.” As time went on, and just like the rest of Nature, I grew up and ripened. I continued to hear those same words, “This is MY son.” It was an unacceptable power and truth.
When I grew up, my daily life always included, and still includes, the observation of Mother Nature’s “umbilical chord” and her balance and power. It is a power which allows all of us to say, “This is OUR world, Mother Nature’s power and law.” It is a power which cannot be superceded by any other power. It was very difficult, yet very easy for my father not to be able to grasp this, and understand, how, that very second when he stood next to my Mother and spoke the words, “This is MY son,” could actually hurt me, my Mother and the beautiful world’s cross pollination. This is a power that is facing America, as well as the world. No matter what our psychology, life’s philosophy and studies are, the fact remains that without the power of Nature, we cannot be born and we cannot die. We are just one branch of Nature’s tree. Our lifetime possesses power, just like the time and power of the four seasons of the year. The three season’s nine months are physically and mathematically, stronger than the one season. However, the twelve months are a strong marriage, and it is the Nature’s everlasting power and law which cannot be pulled apart. World, don’t live with a big hope. Insulting Mothers and children is insulting Mother earth.
WISDOM, silence did not die.
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WISDOM, this world needs one doctor and one term of LIMITS.
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During the “good” days, politicians were not so important, and at our present time, we are unable to help them.
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When most of Nature rests and sleeps, I write. When Nature wakes up and the wind begins to blow, I rest and sleep.
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Writers, silence possesses an immeasurable power. Write! Don’t’ let the wind play with your words and blow them away.
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This world needs organically grown food, farmers and writers who can plant dormant seeds and make them, and help them, to grow.
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I love Nature’s science and her daily life’s discoveries.
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It seems to me that many of us need food, yet we have nothing to do with Nature. The more we seem to learn, the less we seem to know.
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Mother earth, please hold me close to your bosom just as you have always held me.
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I mention God’s name so very often, and I mention Jesus’ name so rarely for a good reason. I respect His silence, which speaks daily.
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