cycles

My hand-stitched wings itchto take flightto test the winds of changethat inevitably blow at the end of a cycle.

A lot of the situations that we put ourselves in are similar to a cat in a yard full of dogs. We rarely ask ourselves how we got here, (which doesn__ help with the question of how we get out of here), all of which rarely keeps us from finding ourselves in the next yard asking the same questions.

Today is the first day of the rest of your life. The past is history. The future is mysterious. Then tomorrow__his starts all over again.

Every good thing comes to some kind of end, and then the really good things come to a beginning again.

What begins at the water shall end there, and what ends there shall once more begin. Words are a gift to the dead and a warning to the living.

You say that this society will come to an end, because societies always have done so. I wonder whether they have ended because they were not really societies at all.

Sexual frenzy is our compensation for the tedious moments we must suffer in the passage of life. 'Nothing in excess,' professed the ancient Greeks. Why if I spend half the month in healthy scholarship and pleasant sleep, shouldn't I be allowed the other half to howl at the moon and pillage the groins of Europe's great beauties?

And though our roots belong to the same tree, our branches have grown in different directions.

In a natural environment, nature controls the breeding cycles. In the man-made environment, abnormal environmental conditions control the unnatural breeding cycles.

As is the curse of Humanity. We constantly rediscover the old and sing platitudes of its newness.

As humanity progresses its technology on a global level, the observed degradation of natural processes and growth cycles are the alarm systems that nature uses to alert us that some of this progress is biologically toxic.

A bird flashed across the empty sky. A cart immobile on the horizon, like a midday star. How could a plain like this be remade? Yet someone would, no doubt, attempt to repeat their journey, sooner or later. This thought made them feel they should bet at once very careful and very daring: careful not to make a mistake that would render the repetition impossible; daring, so that the journey would be worth repeating, like an adventure.

It tales two to Tao.

It's all a series of serendipities with no beginnings and no ends. Such infinitesimal possibilities Through which love transcends.

One age ends, and another begins. It is the way of things. But, it doesn't happen all at once.

At her first bleeding a woman meets her power. During her bleeding years she practices it. At menopause she becomes it. Traditional Native American saying

Through knowledge we gain power over our lives. With options we have possibility. With acceptance we find a new freedom.

If it weren__ for her setting me free, I may still be a caged bird today, holding my own daughter captive on a shit-laden perch.