Eyes and the soul... |
I love to read peoples eyes. I can tell so much about their soul just from a deep look.
You may have a beautiful face, but if your eyes don't have life, you're
dead. True beauty, for me, is in the...
Posted by on Sat, 09 May 2009 23:45:00 GMT |
Sponsor a child for Christmas... |
Thank you so much to everyone who helped with the Eye Alaska Backpack Campaign. With the money from the backpacks we were able to sponsor a child from Uganda. His name is Abdu, he is 3 years old and w...
Posted by on Tue, 23 Dec 2008 01:46:00 GMT |
My Timeless Life |
When we die we don't slow down and stop, we move faster. We begin to move at the speed of light. Time ceases to exist when moving at the speed of light. We never age. We become eternal, outside of tim...
Posted by on Thu, 09 Oct 2008 05:08:00 GMT |
I Became the Sea... |
"...and all fell to the Sea, became the Sea, and was the Sea. Can one really Sea?"
Posted by on Fri, 13 Jun 2008 02:06:00 GMT |
I live by this... |
Disturb us, Lord, whenWe are too well pleased with ourselves,When our dreams have come trueBecause we dreamed too little,When we arrived safelyBecause we sailed too close to the shore.Disturb us, Lord...
Posted by on Sun, 27 May 2007 18:07:00 GMT |
Absolute Truth |
-- In regards to the statement that there is no absolute truth I would say that I exist absolutely . However most people in the world are unaware of my existence. There is absolute truth that exists i...
Posted by on Thu, 15 Feb 2007 13:44:00 GMT |
My Voice |
"The greater a man's talents, the greater his power to lead astray." If I am to be a voice I expect myself to have the greatest understanding of what i believe. The greater my voice becomes, the great...
Posted by on Fri, 19 Aug 2005 02:27:00 GMT |
A Thought |
A thought is the single most dangerous thing a man can create. With it he can alter his own thinking to be in line with any new theory that comes to his mind. In time he will replace his old thoughts ...
Posted by on Sat, 16 Jul 2005 04:12:00 GMT |
The Artist |
" No artist is normal; if he were, he wouldn't be an artist. Normal men don't creat works of art. They eat, sleep, hold down routine jobs, and die. The artist is hypersensitive to life and nature; tha...
Posted by on Sat, 19 Mar 2005 02:41:00 GMT |
my letter at night |
i couldnt sleep last night. there were some things i was thinking about. i have a journal that i keep my thoughts in right by my bed. the next day around 2 o clock in the afternoon i found i had writt...
Posted by on Tue, 28 Dec 2004 03:43:00 GMT |
