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DragusuneMotibus [2009-11-06 14:55:37 +0000 UTC]

My Sponge my heart


If my heart were a sponge it would be filled with joyous thoughts and dreams from people from around the world.
If my heart were a rock it would protect those who have trusted me with their thought until the day I died.
I my thoughts could see past these thoughts of being a simple heart or sponge, I could see that my thoughts are true.
If my thoughts are true and my beliefs are, and I am like a heart and a sponge, i mean that I learn and understand more each day.
If I mean more each day; it would mean that those who have shown me the ways of my heart; and the likeness to a sponge are similar to that of a rock
If I am a rock then I must protect all which has been placed within it day by day, from being broken like a stone, and to grow more like a heart.
If you can understand as to your station either a heart, a rock, or a sponge, you will see how you need to grow.
If you can’t understand this. You need to seek help from someone who loves you like a rock, feels you like a heart and shows what it is to become a sponge.
A sponge teaches the rock to see the heart within.
The heart teaches us how to see how porous the rock may be.
The person shows us how to bring these things together, to show us compassion, love, truth, and most of all the feeling that lies within us all, and to become a greater part of each.
God said “let me be your rock, your heart and like a sponge you will learn the truth of the light which lives within you. I am the father, the son, and the spirit to guide you.
I am his rock and his heart, and his sponge so that he may share with me his wisdom. I fail no man; I simply fail myself if I don’t see his truth and understand his message to us all.
Arthur Irving®©™ , 13/01/2009 8:30:42 PM

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KentuckyGal [2009-11-05 20:53:17 +0000 UTC]

Hey,Annette--awesome pics you've put on your site!I love them[of course]By the way--your friend writes beautifully and has a good heart.Love ya--Mary

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DragusuneMotibus [2009-11-05 14:10:43 +0000 UTC]

Youir friend from the Kitchen would be happy in my pond don't you think?

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DragusuneMotibus [2009-11-04 14:51:34 +0000 UTC]

The Harbour
On a cold day when summer is fragile to each new approach of the cold colour of grey.

I walked to the shore to listen to the water in its struggle between the rocks and sand.

To walk out on the docks where ships from all countries have come to bring their trade.

To view the sight which has been there unchanged since days when no man had seen or looked.

The scent of the water with the salt from the seaweed at low tide fills the air.

The sands of the beach, which seems in winter to just simply disappear.

The life you can see while the water chases the moon, crabs, mussel, and periwinkles many more just in and out of the moonlight sky.

If you look closely through the water you can see stars not as you expect from space.

The closer you look, deeper down to a place where you can see little fish swimming.

If you look up for a moment you’ll catch sight of some great sails of some ship leaving.

Listen closely; in the distance you may hear the sounds of the birds flittering about.

At night and wondrous things you per chance may see with light seemingly below.

Phosphorescence filling the waves making waves turn to a green from little creatures.

During Harvest moon from the east over the ocean is truly a treat for the eyes.

Such wondrous thing this gift we have called sight which fills our minds with pleasure.

But these are all gifts of light from deep within your soul given from above to cherish and see what is found across the land.

To those who don’t have this gift of sight or had it taken away at some age.

These words are for you each and every one is all I will say.

Enjoy this harbour built for you on this day to look to your own light from within.

Fear not the darkness before you but build sight from the words you can find.

This is your harbour built with love care and hope for my Brother man to hear.

Those who can see are quite often so blind to what matters of their fellow man.
Take hope in belief take flight with words take time to enjoy each written word.
Arthur Irving®©04/10/2005

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DragusuneMotibus [2009-10-31 09:26:05 +0000 UTC]

When you look across a moment in the best time of your life.
To see something that strikes you as such beauty that it takes your breath.
I wonder if at that moment. If asked to describe what you saw, how would it be done?
Do you describe the colours of each thing you see? Maybe I need more depth. If you have a moment of your so precious time, I would try and change the way you see the world.

The scene: a graveyard of lost men who fought in a war that no one wanted but they answered the call.

An Arch in the foreground surrounded by a wrought iron fence and a gate leading in.

The scene. A slight hill with old rich coloured Sandstone changed by the acid falling upon its surface day after day, year after year.
There is a building to the right of the arch composed of the same stone but with a newer cleaned look sometime in the last twenty years.
There is a blue sky and it is late September on the East coast of Canada with the sun at an angle when it shines’s in your eyes.
There is a fence at the breast of the hill separating the buildings property from the graveyard.
As the sun casts it’s shadow on the stones black with age with some people walking through on the different paths.
The statue has carvings, which are so defined as that it leaves you with the impression that they were given the utmost care in each detail.
The carving on the top, with the stance of pride, or ruler of all who come through these gates!
In the background there are these beautiful trees standing guard over the secrets and keeping those at rest protection from any storm.
But through this strength, allowing the gentle flow of light through the branches and lighting the path’s found below.
Like watching fireflies on a hot summer’s night frozen in flight for a moment for us to see.
And the colour of the trees showing greys with a slight touch of Brown on the sunny side of each, with a thin line of gold reflection from the light bouncing off the bark.
In all this time the sun had progressed through the trees towards the lion that stood guard on the Arch. Then for a moment when the sun reached that critical moment on that day.
It looked like there was a golden light emitting from the Lions protective stance.
It was then that I realized, that he was protecting those who protected us all in some war in some country where each one finally had to fall.
I hope that these words paint a picture in your mind.
For these were the soldiers, Our Brother’s, our Friend’s.
And for that moment when you can see that moment in time.
Remember that they died for us and our freedom and our children everywhere today.
I guess what I would say to those who remember is that, when November rolls around each year show that you care and buy a poppy from your local legion
Art Irving22/09/2005©

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DragusuneMotibus [2009-10-23 00:46:18 +0000 UTC]

Hi Wondering if you saw the photo's I have of the native dancers from my area, they are the Miqmaque` tribes. here in Nova scotia. The girl in the green is my step Daughter sort of.

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DragusuneMotibus [2009-10-22 02:30:00 +0000 UTC]

Sorry I have to thank you for adding so many of my pieces. Muchly appreaciated. Thanks so much again for the faves.

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DragusuneMotibus [2009-10-22 02:23:59 +0000 UTC]

Thank you for your lovely comment on my photo's

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KentuckyGal [2009-09-30 23:20:16 +0000 UTC]

Hey Annette--how goes it?Love the pics as always .Just thought I'd stop by to check out the new pics.Mary

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spidergoolash [2009-09-05 03:05:11 +0000 UTC]

thanks for the fave!

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MattHutzell [2009-09-05 02:33:07 +0000 UTC]

Thank you for the fave <3

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