Finding The Self

Goodbye, Columbine
Now your path and mine
We must part this world of sublime
But keep a lookout on this day
For you know I will return this way
Be it noontide, a cool eve, or in the winter time.

Ego

The Fool of Rockwall

If I were a fool of any sort, 
I’d leave Redwall and travel forth, 
For only fools seek Terramort 
On the pathway leading north. 
This trail brings death with every pace; 
Beware the dangers lurking there, 
Sticklegs of the feathered race 
And fins that in the ford do not stir. 
After the ford, on night one day, 
Seek out the otter and his wife. 
Forsake the path, go westlands way, 
Find the trail and lose your life. 
When in the woods this promise keep, 
With senses sharp and open eyes, 
‘My nose shall not send me to sleep’ 
For buried ones will surely rise. 
Beat the hollow oak and shout, 
‘We are creatures of Redwall!’ 
If a brave one is about, 
He’ll save any fool at all. 
Beware the light that shows the way, 
Trust not the wart-skinned toad, 
In his realm no night no day. 
Fool, stay on the road. 
Where the sea meets the shore, 
There the final clue is hid; 
Rock stands sentinel evermore, 
Find it as I did. 
The swallow who cannot fly south, 
The bird that only flies one way, 
Lies deep beneath the monster’s mouth, 
Keep him with you night and day. 
His flight is straight, norwest is true, 
Your fool’s desire he’ll show to you.” 
 

A funny thing happened on the way to therapy...

"The light you are trying to see at the end of your tunnel is not the illusion.
The  tunnel is your illusion."

Ego

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Inside The Sane Asylum- Super Luner

Many of you know Jes B Rambling from his post to The Sane Asylum.  He is always trying
to capture and document hysterical sites. Last month he went out to document
the Super Moon. This is what he recorded in his field notes.
Thanks Jes for your observations!

All that you touch
And all that you see
All that you taste
All you feel
All that you love
And all that you hate
All you distrust
All you save
And all that you give
And all that you deal
And all that you buy, beg, borrow, or steal
And all you create
And all you destroy
And all that you do
And all that you say
And all that you eat
And everyone you meet
All that you slight
And everyone you fight
And all that is now
And all that is gone
And all that's to come
And everything under the sun is in tune
But the sun is eclipsed by the moon

There is no dark side of the moon really
Matter of fact it's all dark

Lyrics by Rodger Waters

From the Road. Old Man With A Red Cane

From The Road...

I had heard stories of this old man with the red cane and how he walked daily along the shore. Always at the same appointed time. Some just called him the Hermit, others spun their own tales of fantasy and intrigue. Regardless of the tales, he captured my imagination and I made it a point to pass by that stretch of coastline on many occasions just to get get a glimpse of the old man with a red cane legend. 

When I first saw him approaching I could not restrain the passion in my voice..."Good day sir," forced its way out. With a hint of disparity he said, "What do you want."  I politely, as best I could, responded, "I did not intend to disrupt your peace." He quickly quipped, "and what would be the point in that?" 

"Well sir the legend of the ole' man with a red can lives on you know." I said.

He smiled and quipped, " I guess you are here to ask me about the meaning of life then?" I laughed and then we both got a good laugh together. "People think what they want to think, and it's none of my concern," he said. I asked him if I could see his cane, it was one to be admired. It was a twisted vine in shape, with a carved Eagle appointing the head. It was a fine cane. Made from the Elder Wood vine. He showed the markings where smaller vines left their markings and how he carved animals around its core.

He makes canes, not to sell but just for his own pleasure. Said he probably had over 200. Some with so much meaning he looks at them everyday.

About midway in our conversation I teased him a bit and asked, "Well, when you going to tell me the meaning of life?" It was as if time stood still in that moment. He never looked up and quietly responded. "But why you ask the meaning in life...does it exist...yes it exists. It is. Life has meaning because it exist. We do not ask the meaning of a rose, or a sunset, or a birdsong...and surely you agree that human life is more wondrous than a rose, why should we demand that a human life be justified by some meaning...By just existing we matter." 

What a nice lesson from the Old Man With A Red Cane. It was so well spoken that nothing more needed to be said. We talked a while about his beauty. Not long, for I had invaded his privacy.  Odd thing though, he gave me a final farewell by saying, "I'm sorry if I disturbed your peace sir." And smiled. Even gave me a strong embrace..."Be well my dear friend."

Ego-My friends call me Doc

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Stopped to Ponder

IF I HAD the MAGIC

If I had the magic
In my old gentle palm
I'll offer to heal the sick
free of any alms
and I'll end every tragic
lost of lives to calm
agony of the weak
with prayers and psalm.

If I had the magic
Upon my pen's charm
I'll write many comics
to create an alarm
mankind needs medics
to heal all ills that harm 
with love so strategic
to make all human palm
caring and full of magic 
in building peaceful barn
In sharing goodwill to men. 

Thank you Melvin Banggollay for your gift of inspiration 
Ego

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Dr Ego Prozac shared +Rox Hendrick post with you.

Rox Hendrick

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A funny thing happened on the way to therapy

"Your perturbations are thoughts that go bump in your mind."

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Front Porch Psychology

"The cells of your body are always changing. They keep regenerating, they are new.
So it would seem you don't have old cells.
What you might have is an old attitude about your new self."

Take good care of your future!
Ego

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