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About Me

the writings of being.john.sweet

Welcome to the being.john.sweet home page; A Distraction into Reflection.
I am a writer; a poet, a novelist and a dreamer. I have always aspired to become the best writer my mind will allow.
Throughout my life I have experienced great success, suffered and grown through many losses, and today I celebrate my recovery. Hopefully I have gained some insight as to what this life will reveal to me. My writings offer you an extraordinary perspective into my own struggles and outlook after having crawled out from underneath the sorrows of lost love and the pit of despair that my addictions rewarded me with. And lastly, but most importantly, you will walk with me along the path as I tread forward into my endless pursuit of spiritual enlightenment. I hope that after reading my works you walk away having gained something you can relate to.
I am very pleased that you have taken the time to visit today. I am the Owner/Editor of Words Speak Network (WSN) and love to find new writers. However, I ask that you please don't send me random subscription requests. Please request my friendship first and then send me a note letting me know that you would like me to read your blog, I will then in turn accept your invitation and please reciprocate with a subscription to my blog as well.
Feel free to look around and do visit some of the sites I have linked to. This website is currently under construction. I invite you to vist my blog.

My Interests

PEACEThey woke me this morning to tell me my sister had died in her sleep. Yet in the garden, uncurling moist petals, a new rose blooms on the bush. And I am alive, can still breathe the fragrance of roses and dung, eat, pray, and sleep. But when can I break my long silence? When can I speak the unuttered words that are choking me? Take my hand. We will walk. We will only walk. We will enjoy our walk without thinking of arriving anywhere. Walk peacefully. Walk happily. Our walk is a peace walk. Our walk is a happiness walk.Then we learn that there is no peace walk; that peace is the walk; that there is no happiness walk; that happiness is the walk. We walk for ourselves. We walk for everyone always hand in hand.Walk and touch peace every moment. Walk and touch happiness every moment. Each step brings a fresh breeze. Each step makes a flower bloom under our feet. Kiss the Earth with your feet. Print on Earth your love and happiness. Walk with me until I can stand next to you again.

I'd like to meet:

People that have been seeking peace and calm, yet are having a hard time finding the road to such. People that live peace, and love. Compassionate people who live the righteous life, I welcome everyone!

My Blog

Into the flame

I waved goodbye To my egoAs the tears fell from my eyeOne by one they fellAnd into a pool they meldThe candle beside meLights this roomAnd reflects on each dropA shimmering visionBeholds my sightThere...
Posted by .john.sweet on Tue, 30 Jan 2007 05:34:00 PST

A Path to Home

These feet begin to moveOne after the otherAlong the brick laid roadShimmering in goldAs the sunlight bouncesOff the stonesThe path is laidCalling me home.As I step I breatheInside I feel the rushAnd ...
Posted by .john.sweet on Mon, 29 Jan 2007 06:12:00 PST

Opening up: My life as a young Buddhist

My life as a young BuddhistLife. My life. Spiritual journey. Setbacks. Success. Questions. Dreams. Hopes. I a man in pursuit of his spiritual identity and his place in the world. I know in my heart t...
Posted by .john.sweet on Sun, 28 Jan 2007 11:30:00 PST

Insert Picture Here I

(insert picture here&Amber incense glowing. Sting playing in the background,Candles burning..and I am here to put a few words in thine ears&)I am going to post a few of my writings for you today. Thes...
Posted by .john.sweet on Sun, 28 Jan 2007 08:58:00 PST

Sounds that resound.

An experience, a chance encounterwith bantering around sounds that formwords, flying off your lips heardas impressions are set, and expectationswith un-met judgments resound bouncing about.And people ...
Posted by .john.sweet on Sat, 27 Jan 2007 02:30:00 PST

a star

Why do I have to live in world full of people?If I was born again&I would like to Land on a spot&large or small...Hot or cold&with just one person to hold.People everywhere&all over the placeShaking m...
Posted by .john.sweet on Sat, 27 Jan 2007 11:32:00 PST

Old Man

An old man lies on the groundQuite dead he seems to be&I stop and kneel&I look and listenbarely beating pulse&no fleeting smile..No light in the eyes&I kneel and place my hand on his forehead&slightly...
Posted by .john.sweet on Sat, 27 Jan 2007 11:13:00 PST

Sunday to Monday

You are mine to rememberEach and every SundayWaiting for another Monday.I see you in the light of morningthrough the shades of orange and redI hear the laughter fade awayand rest assured knowingWe won...
Posted by .john.sweet on Fri, 26 Jan 2007 04:40:00 PST

No Protest

I was caught standing in your glareand hastily looked down.Afraid to have my secret foundthat i might come unwoundonto the floorspilling aroundleft in a messunable to protest.And then I looked into th...
Posted by .john.sweet on Thu, 25 Jan 2007 02:27:00 PST

The Sand Dance

The sky is glowing with anticipation And casts a shadow across the nation The dust is rising from the heat of the sun I'm drinking forth the things to come I will sit to contemplate and wonder ...
Posted by .john.sweet on Sun, 14 Jan 2007 05:38:00 PST