Your Beautiful Mind

Somebody's Dog

"Only a dog", said the cop on the street.

Only a dog that lay at his feet.

But one of God's creatures, as such, it was born.

Now victim of someone who junk honked his horn.

 Only a dog.  Maybe a joy,

Torn from the heart of a dog-loving boy.

Someone will feel the pain and regret

A dog-lover knows at the loss of a pet.

 Someone will miss the heart-warming hale,

Voiced without words by a dog's wagging tail.

In somebody's life a dog plays his part. 

A place of his own in somebody's heart.

So, Mr. Driver, whoever you are,

Please be more careful when driving your car.

Just for a dog's and for somebody's sake,

When tooting your horn, bear down on the brake.

And Mr. Policeman, whatever your name,

For a common expression, you're not to blame.

But don't let a 'stock-word', your good nature be-fog,

Please don't say 'only', say somebody's dog.

 By: Joseph E. Shadbolt (my Great Uncle)

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 If

 

IF you can keep your head when all about you

Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;

If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,

But make allowance for their doubting too:

If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,

Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,

Or being hated don't give way to hating,

And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;

 

If you can dream -- and not make dreams your master;

If you can think -- and not make thoughts your aim,

If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster

And treat those two impostors just the same:

If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken

Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,

Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,

And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools;

 

If you can make one heap of all your winnings

And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,

And lose, and start again at your beginnings,

And never breathe a word about your loss:

If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew

To serve your turn long after they are gone,

And so hold on when there is nothing in you

Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"

 

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,

Or walk with Kings -- nor lose the common touch,

If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,

If all men count with you, but none too much:

If you can fill the unforgiving minute

With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,

Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,

And -- which is more -- you'll be a Man, my son!

 

Rudyard Kipling

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The Power of the Dog

 

THERE is sorrow enough in the natural way

From men and women to fill our day;

And when we are certain of sorrow in store,

Why do we always arrange for more?

Brothers and Sisters, I bid you beware

Of giving your heart to a dog to tear.

 

Buy a pup and your money will buy

Love unflinching that cannot lie--

Perfect passion and worship fed

By a kick in the ribs or a pat on the head.

Nevertheless it is hardly fair

To risk your heart for a dog to tear.

 

When the fourteen years which Nature permits

Are closing in asthma, or tumour, or fits,

And the vet's unspoken prescription runs

To lethal chambers or loaded guns,

Then you will find--it's your own affair--

But...you've given your heart for a dog to tear.

 

When the body that lived at your single will,

With its whimper of welcome, is stilled (how still!);

When the spirit that answered your every mood

Is gone--wherever it goes--for good,

You will discover how much you care,

And will give your heart for the dog to tear.

 

We've sorrow enough in the natural way,

When it comes to burying Christian clay.

Our loves are not given, but only lent,

At compound interest of cent per cent.

Though it is not always the case, I believe,

That the longer we've kept 'em, the more do we grieve:

For, when debts are payable, right or wrong,

A short-time loan is as bad as a long--

So why in Heaven (before we are there)

Should we give our hearts to a dog to tear?

 

Rudyard Kipling

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Channelled writings by Barbara Burgess

I am the Light

I am the light

I am the darkness

I am the one-ness

I am the God Force.

I am space

I am emptiness

I am nothingness

I am.

I am creator

I am past, present and future all in one

I am all time.

I am all-knowing

All-Loving

All-Creating.

 I am now

I am be-ing

I am me

I am wonder-full

I am all-that-is.

I am knowledge

I am whole

Me

The Soul.

 I am Universe

I am the sun, the moon and the stars.

 I am anything and everything, all wrapped into one

I am all-embracing

I am Love

I am The Truth.

Barbara Burgess - copyright 2007

(written at the "Deep Digging" workshop with Dr. Sangeeta Sahi,

Wendy and Dave Lowe, July 2007)

More Channelled writings by Barbara Burgess

Angelic Light

 (a short prayer)

 Angelic Light shine on us all here tonight.

Let your light shine and bring peace

to every household here tonight.

And calm for future days and nights.

Realms of glory, shining bright

Shining bright, shining heavenly light

.

Barbara Burgess

Written at Long Eaton Spiritualist Church, Derby, 2007)

Angelic Light

(a short prayer)

 Angelic Light, shining bright

Heavenly glow, serene and bright

Make the clouds disappear from our lives and all our days bright.

 Barbara Burgess

(Written at Long Eaton Spiritualist Church, Derby, 2007)

Angelic Voices

Angelic Voices serene and clear

Listen here, listen here.

Listen to our song

Listen to our worldy voices

Godly voices with messages for everyone.

Angelic Voices

loud and clear

Listen now, listen here.

Songs of love

Songs of joy

For young and old

Man and boy.

Barbara Burgess

(Written at Long Eaton Spiritualist Church, Derby, 2007)

People are often unreasonable, illogical and self centred;

Forgive them anyway.

If you are kind, people may accuse you of selfish ulterior motives;

Be kind anyway.

If you are successful, you will win some false friends and some true enemies;

Succeed anyway.

If you are honest and frank, people may cheat you;

Be honest and frank anyway.

What you spend years building, someone could destroy overnight;

Build anyway.

If you find serenity and happiness, they may be jealous;

Be happy anyway.

The good you do today, people will often forget tomorrow;

Do good anyway.

Give the world the best you have and it may never be enough;

Give the world the best you've got anyway.

You see, in the final analysis, it is between you and God;

It was never between you and them anyway.

 Mother Teresa

 Remembering Nature

Ancient Welsh Song:  from

 The Black Book of Carmarthen.

 "I am the wind that breathes upon  the sea,

I am the wave on the ocean,

I am the murmer of the leaves rustling,

I am the rays of the sun,

I am the beam of the moon and stars,

I am the power of trees growing,

I am the bud breaking into blossom,

I am the movement of the salmon swimming,

I am the courage of the wild boar fighting,

I am the speed of the stag running,

I am the strength of the ox pulling the plough,

I am the size of the mighty oak tree,

And I am the thoughts of all the people

Who praise my beauty and grace."

"Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate.
Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.
It is our light, not our darkness, that most frightens us.
We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant,

gorgeous, talented, and fabulous?
Actually, who are you not to be?
You are a child of God.
Your playing small doesn't serve the world.
There's nothing enlightened about shrinking so
that other people won't feel insecure around you.
We are all meant to shine, as children do.
We are born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us.
It's not just in some of us, it's in everyone.
And as we let our own light shine,
we unconsciously give other
people permission to do the same.
As we are liberated from our own fear,
our presence automatically liberates others."
 
By Marianne Willamson

How Could anyone

How could anyone ever tell you

You were anything less than beautiful

How could anyone ever tell you?

You were less than whole

How could anyone fail to notice

That your loving is a miracle

How deeply you’re connected to my soul.

Words and music by Libby Roderick

 http://www.shainanoll.com/

From

‘Songs for the Inner Child CD - By Shaina Noll

Available from

Singing Heart Productions

www.shainanoll.com

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Grandfather took me to a fish pond when I was about seven,

and he told me to throw a stone into the water.

He said, "Pay close attention to the the circles created by the stone."

Then he asked me to think of myself as a stone person.

"You will create lots of splashes on the universal pond of life," he said,

"and the waves created by those splashes

will disturb the peace of Mother Earth and all her creatures."

"Remember always that you are responsible for the circles you make--

your circles will also touch many other circles.

It is best to live in a way that allows the good that comes

from your circles to send the peace of that goodness to others.

Also remember that the splash which comes from anger or jealousy

will send ripples of those feelings to other circles.

You are responsible for both."

~Ogalala Sioux wisdom story

"Until one has loved an animal, a part of one's soul remains unawakened."

~ Anatole France