Category Archives: Freedom

FREEDOM IS ENOUGH

FREEDOM IS ENOUGH

LOVE
(when accepted from Its Source)

IS… ( as I see it)

the process of restoration.

LOVE… (when accepted from Its Source)

IS… (as I feel it)

the process of healing.

LOVE IS outbound.

LOVE IS BE-ING

DO-ING is the work of BACK SCRATCHERS

DOING BE-TTER is the    BACK SCRATCHERS improvement process

DOING BE-TTER is not healing, though it promises to be.

This promise of Approval is eventually destructive.

I prefer FREEDOM

The feeling of BEING FREE

IS… (for me)

enough.

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DIFFERENT CLIMES FOR DIFFERENT TIMES

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CURIO:          You sure are quiet; what’s on your mind, Crazio?

PSYCHO:    Who are you to be calling me Crazio, Foolio?

CURIO:       You  changed the subject Quiet One. What’s going on?

PSYCHO:  I’m researching the other America. What’s youR reason?

CURIO:       Me? I’m looking North.

PSYCHO:   North? It’s cold up there. We need to learn Portuguese.

CURIO:       And what about DOGMAN and BLONDIE?

PSYCHO:   Who?

 

VENGEANCE W10 PART THREE

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VENGEANCE W10 PART THREE

Yesterday and the day before, Window 10 has been blocking me from using the Microsoft button. Yesterday I told you that I had installed AOL in the hopes that this would always make it possible to post, though I wondered if that was wise. Today my password was rendered useless forcing me to use Firefox. What, I wonder will tomorrow bring?

FREEDOM IS ENOUGH

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FREEDOM IS ENOUGH

 

LOVE

(when accepted from Its Source)

IS,

(as I see it)

the process of restoration.

LOVE

(when accepted from Its Source)

IS

the process of healing.

LOVE IS outbound.

LOVE IS

about BEING.

 

DOING is the work of BACK SCRATCHERS

DOING BETTER is the    BACK SCRATCHERS improvement process

DOING BETTER is not healing, though it promises to be.

The promise of Approval is eventually destructive.

I prefer FREEDOM

The feeling of BEING FREE

IS

(for me)

enough.

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Lee Broom

 

 

COMMON INGREDIENT

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The ingredient common to the lives of  artists, inventors, scientists, and composers  is Freedom. Without this precious necessity we become redundant clones who will go to any lengths to gain the approval of society.

Solution:

We Accept the Love and we pass it on.

We Listen to the Birdies.

We Dance to the Music.

We Share the Newness.

We Accept the Day ; we create The Morrow

We Accept the Love and we pass it on.

We accept the Gift and we pass it on.

The Gift of Love is Freedom.

We pass it on.

Escape to Reality

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I’m tap, tap, tappin’

At my itty, bitty laptop

Thinkin’ in my tip-top

How to make it stop, stop.

Soundin’ kinda hip hop.

Wundrin’ why I’m so misunderstood.

 

I just finished watching a two-hour movie in Spanish.
(I don’t speak Spanish.)

It was a scenario with a psychedelic blend of imaginary cultures in an unfamiliar world, ten thousand years or so ago, give or take a century or two.

None of the different cultures understood each other’s words. There were people fighting, there was a love story, two wars, terrifying conflicts with giant carnivorous ostriches, a saber-tooth tiger and lots of shaggy mastodons.

There was a complicated story line and occasionally I would say to myself “Well, what the hell, if this was truly ten thousand years ago I wouldn’t speak these languages either.

When the film was over I understood the entire thing. It might as well have been in English. It didn’t matter. The dialogue was just part of the scenery.

 

 Have you ever been in a relationship with someone with whom…

You share a common language? However…

You speak in different tongues?

You would have known what that movie was about.

Yes, really.

But about real life..?

With a real person…?

With not-so-real biases…?

The dialogue was just part of the scenery.

 I’m tap, tap, tappin’

At my itty, bitty laptop

Thinkin’ in my tip-top

How to make it stop, stop.

Soundin’ kinda hip hop.

Wundrin’ why I’m so misunderstood.

Wundrin’ why I’m so misunderstood.