Things cling.

TOD HOWARD HAWKS

Every language is a song, every dialect
a dialogue. Sounds without letters
conveyed love for millennia. **** nothing,
for all are our brothers and sisters. Wander
into woods, pick berries and seeds.
Say a prayer. Splash in a cool creek.
Make no path as you walk across an
open field. Hills become higher. Soon
they are mountains. Know snow. Find
your way to the ocean. Beaches tell you
you're there. Waves keep greeting you.
Sunrays  and warm breezes blow you
dry as you lie naked in the sand. Our
land is all of these. Say another prayer
and give thanks.

TOD HOWARD HAWKS

Life begins at conception.

For a human being to be able to love, she/he must first be loved, usually by her/his biological parents, other times by her/his surrogate parents. If the newborn is not loved, she/he will suffer great pain, possibly even dying.

Most human beings do not receive the love they need;  thus, they will unconsciously compensate usually in one or more of three ways:  accrual of power, not to empower others, but to oppress them;  aggrandizement of wealth;  or achievement of fleeting fame.

If, on the other hand, they are loved, they will love all others throughout their lives, realizing their personhood, which is their innate sacredness. If they are not loved, they will realize one or more of their deleterious behaviors.

When all die, those who realized their personhood will not return to Earth to live another life, because their soul has become pure love that bonds with the pure love of infinity, which is reality that has no form, no beginning, no end. They have become enlightened and will be so forever.

Those who did not attain their personhood, realizing only one or more of their deleterious behaviors, will need to return to Earth in a new life unconsciously to make another attempt to attain enlightenment.

Love is infinite, the finite illusory. The latter remains nonetheless the paradoxical path to the reality of eternal love.

Know truth by untruth.

TOD HOWARD HAWKS

There's somethin' awful wrong with the world,
been that way for a long time. This planet we live on,
it's the only place we's got. You can't walk from
one end of it to the other, 'cause it's round,
and you ain't gonna find nothing better at the
end of it, 'cause there ain't one. Yeah, you can
dump all your junk and garbage on the side of
the road, but after time, there's ain't no place
to do that no more. And the water that used
to be crystal clear now's muddy, and the air's
*****, too. The folk with all the money don't
give a **** about us. We barely knows how
to read or write good. We're poor as dirt.
That's the way it's been forever, and that's the
way it is now, and that's the way it's always
goin' be. 'Course when another war comes
along, we's the ones that gets shot and killed.
There's somethin' awful wrong with the world,
been that way for a long time.

TOD HOWARD HAWKS

We can be friends with all, beginning with ourselves.

TOD HOWARD HAWKS

Different kinds of beautiful, black, brown,
red, yellow, deep blue eyes, slanted ones,
drums beating against a mountain side,
flutes floating through jungle vines, soft
prayers murmured on golden steppes,
mosques, cathedrals, churches on a country
hill, puppies, swallows, mountain lion
cubs, long, blonde hair, ***** curls, swirls
of laughter, tears of solace, tender drops
of rain upon her face, breezes blowing
sails homeward, silent moments between
passion and sunrise.

TOD HOWARD HAWKS

Tell the person on your left she/he is full of grace, then ask her/him to tell the person on her/his left the same thing.

Soon you will be in a circle.

TOD HOWARD HAWKS