Snippets
By Jonathan Berman

1/18/2013

Cats never wonder if they deserve all the love in the world, because they are all the love in the world.

 

1/17/2013

If we have it all, it is our duty to assure all are well.
If we have nothing, at least we have each other.
If we are alone, at least we have this mind.
If we are mindless, at least we have this life. 
If we are dead, at least we knew life.

For all change is a challenge, to express what you want to come next. 
You may not tip the first domino, but only you decides if what you see is chaos or art. 

Gratitude is the armor against all negative emotion.

 

1/12/2013

If house flies are average than so am I. We are all cogs in the great machine, the fly, you and I, what matter does not matter, I have not found it.

 

1/10/2013

Art beyond reason, brings hope to every season.

 

 

For Douglas and Elaine

Love sees a tangle of string and calls it art
It does not seek to fix it, to pull it apart
Love sees the birds that fly, becomes the sky!
It does not seek to pull them down and possess them

Love closes eyes but continues to see
Love holds hands in prayer to hug even greater around me
Love chases away trouble by welcoming them in
And love never gives up, but is ever ready to begin.

 

1/9/2013

Once I turned 40, I became as mushy and warm as newly cooked oatmeal, heart made sweet by the maple syrup of this life. Where some see empty bowls, I see endless joys. For even if the bowl be empty, I will have a warm place to curl up and sleep, for all things are within me, and I am without limit. When I am stuck I become the caterpillar, creeping between the cracks. When I am tired I become the kitten, curled up in a ball. And when I am alone, I become the universe, each breath another's home. This I know, for it has always been so.

 

1/8/2013

I'm just an old fool, dancing in the temporal lift.

 

1/7/2013

Why are we born into this world, when all it's secrets lie beyond it? Why must we walk these hills in search of something, that is nowhere to be found but in the one who seeks it? Are we a paradox of imagination's foibles? Are we a horror creation of ancient fables? What elusive poetry lives within us that unspools like silk from a spider, silent and unseen, to lay wasted through the years, dragged out behind us for a life time, and wrapped around us like a cocoon at death? Our potential... untapped and unsung.

~*~

The answer to your question is actually very simple, the answer is to never stop asking. Funny that children do this instinctually...

 

1/6/2013

One of my favorite thoughts, when I'm inspired by something and think, "I need to call my mom." And for those whose mom has passed, you can call me, for my heart will always be open to you, like an open door, with a warm walkway, for you to step through.

 

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The ocean is the most powerful geologic force on Earth, and what is an ocean but a multitude of drops?

 

1/5/2013

Is the glass half full, or maybe it's empty 
I swear it'll shatter as soon as it tempts me. 
I can drink what's in it, never question what's inside of me
Or pass from glass to glass until I die of thirst in history. 
Question mark a mystery
I manifest my liberty
A shared creative symphony
Every breath epiphany.

 

1/3/2013

You used to say, live and let live, but now you say live and let die. Letting go is the only way to hold on. Suffering teaches love, as below so above.

 

1/2/2013

All that turns to dust is my body. All that remains is me.
All the world a part of it, all that lives and dies, I embody.