Saturday, March 25, 2017


Reese Witherspoon in "Wild"

"Big Little Lies"

Anata no hitsuyō-sei o yashinaimasu 

Need is my lead.
I will not bleed for greed.

I will lay back in a field of green;
to look to see what can be seen;
to chew on a long stem of grass;
to think about which path to pass;
to look upon water close at hand;
to oppose presupposing homicide by plan.

I will not deny fear of evil or strife.
Fear gives light for sight in life.

You are with me by faith and heart.
Comfort slows my racing start.
Trust will be re-written.
Inequality will be de-commissioned.
The table will be for discussion and debate.
Reason will rule without hate.

My head has been anointed with oil and sweat.
My income has been overrun by debt.
Surely goodness and mercy sustain the wait.
My life will dwell in this house of heart by faith.

Saturday, March 18, 2017


A.J. Cook: "Criminal Minds"

Sing What You Bring あなたが持っているものを歌いなさい Anata ga motte iru mono o utai nasai ps95
Venite. Verifico. Come on. Let's go.
Verify truth. Play the supersleuth.
Experience life with what you bring. Live your experience. Make it sing.
Sing with what you bring. Bring what you draw from the thing.
Come let us sing about the way things are. Make music like a star with your favorite guitar.
Let us shout for joy to the Rock of our salvation. Jump and dance for the next generation.
Let us offer our presence as a gift for thanksgiving. Make joy the essence of our daily living.
Raise praise with your hands lifted high. Kiss the sky with love in your eyes.
Life is to be lived for love's gentle greatness. Live life with the kiss of infinite bliss.
Caress design with intelligence. Design tests to rule out what is not best.
The caverns of the earth are to be explored. The heights of the hills are to be adored.
The sea is for travel, fun and exploration. The land is grand. It is for the elevation of our nation.
Exercise to build strength and to control impetuosity. Bend down and breath deep to avoid hateful monstrosity.
We are the people of this new generation. Let us make a better world for the wonders of sensation.
Hearken to the voice of happiness in salvation as it makes the sound pound the ground for our station among nations.
Don't harden your hearts with bitter hatefulness. Make a place for the sweetness of mercy and gratefulness.
We had not done our best to manage our resources. Punishment was used to damage our voices.
People are wayward when violence leads the way. Profit from violence hampers the quality of what we have to say.
Paradise is formed with providence for basic needs. Rest is to be granted to those who garner love with good deeds. Experience life with what you bring. Live your experience. Make it sing.
Bring what you draw from the thing. Sing with what you bring.
95 Venite, exultemus 1 Come, let us sing to the Lord; * let us shout for joy to the Rock of our salvation. 2 Let us come before his presence with thanksgiving * and raise a loud shout to him with psalms. 3 For the Lord is a great God, * and a great King above all gods. 4 In his hand are the caverns of the earth, * and the heights of the hills are his also. 5 The sea is his, for he made it, * and his hands have molded the dry land. 6 Come, let us bow down, and bend the knee, * and kneel before the Lord our Maker. 7 For he is our God, and we are the people of his pasture and the sheep of his hand. * Oh, that today you would hearken to his voice! 8 Harden not your hearts, as your forebears did in the wilderness, * at Meribah, and on that day at Massah, when they tempted me. 9 They put me to the test, * though they had seen my works. 10 Forty years long I detested that generation and said, * "This people are wayward in their hearts; they do not know my ways." 11 So I swore in my wrath, * "They shall not enter into my rest."

Saturday, March 11, 2017


Eliza Dushku:

Your Eyes


Anata no me o mochiageru 

I lift my eyes to the hills.
I disdain pills for pain or chills.

When will help arrive?
I will not despise what you devise.

I will share supplies
provided you help me to survive.

I lift my eyes to the sky.
I will try. I will not deny
that I can rise to apply
my reply.

My help lies in transcendence.
The light rising in the sky is so ascendant.

The tension in my attention
seeks the right direction for expression.

Creation makes the sensation of elation
that makes life worthy of celebration.

My foot will not be moved
until I remove it from my shoe.

Vigilance will not sleep so deep
that I can’t leap to avoid what creeps or sneaks.

The alarm for security will be sounded
for those times that are not grounded.

Reflection on our history
will help us solve this mystery.

While there are moments of crisis
we can use our devices for the decisive.

Despair is not an option
for misfortune’s noxious toxin.

Light shines from the deepest darkness.
The heart is that which hearkens.

The heat will not defeat you by day.
The dark will only dismay until you find your way.

There were stairs beyond the hill.
The boat belonged to Bill.

Your security will preserve you from all evil.
Your safety will help you find you are not feeble.

Time is not a crime
from which we must divine the sublime.

You are more than the sum of your challenge.
Each challenge finds a talent for your balance.

121 Levavi oculos

1 I lift up my eyes to the hills; *
from where is my help to come?

2 My help comes from the Lord, *
the maker of heaven and earth.

3 He will not let your foot be moved *
and he who watches over you will not fall asleep.

4 Behold, he who keeps watch over Israel *
shall neither slumber nor sleep;

5 The Lord himself watches over you; *
the Lord is your shade at your right hand,

6 So that the sun shall not strike you by day, *
nor the moon by night.

7 The Lord shall preserve you from all evil; *
it is he who shall keep you safe.

8 The Lord shall watch over your going out and
your coming in, *
from this time forth for evermore.

Saturday, March 4, 2017


Kristen Bell:
"The Good Place"
Kanshanokimochi o kanjimasu

Innocent are those to whom guilt is not imparted.
They are as happy as when they started.

This spirit does not covet guile.
It does not live to hate or revile.

Grateful are those who are forgiven.
Goodness will become the goal for which life is driven.

Fault will be put away.
Love will see the light of day.

My bones groaned when I held my tongue.
My marrow felt like grunge.

The pain became ingrained.
It threatened to drive me insane.

I felt depressed from being oppressed.
Sadness became a constant guest.

The weight of judgment weighed heavily upon me.
My head ached so hard I could barely see.

My moisture dried up as in heat.
Dehydration took a seat from head to feet.

Then I admit my guilt.
It felt like the only thing I had built.

I said, "I confess. I was in error."
I had made myself a victim of terror.

I no longer feel the weight of that burden.
Freedom felt free; of that I was certain.

I feel forgiven for that which was wrong.
Liberation has become my favorite song.

Now I walk with faith in times of trouble.
I don't hide myself in my ego's bubble.

I unite with those who are right,
but disagree with causing strife by blight.

Great waters do not reach the faithful in a flood.
My marrow no longer feels like sludge.

You are my deliverance; my hiding place.
My faith in love will find no disgrace.

You are my preservation from trouble.
The wealth of happiness will only double.

You surround me with shouts for relief.
Remorse doesn't haunt me with grief.

"I will instruct you. You will learn.
You will be rewarded for what you earn.

"I will guide you by design.
Much is said by the circle and the line.

"Do not act as though you have no understanding.
Creation works. It is always handy.

"Use knowledge with instinct.
Avoid being driven to the brink."

Tribulations are for those who are not forgiven.
Sing a song. Grace is no longer hidden.

Mercy embraces those with trust.
It will not fade. It will not rust.

Rejoice you who are grateful.
Happiness loses that which is hateful.

Sing with joy, all you who are true of heart.
It will bless you with another start.

Justice without cruelty or violence
is in the wind, like the sound of violins.

Fairness will be embraced by society.
It will be celebrated with sincere sobriety.

The path to progress is built with organization.
The economy grows providence for normalization.

Grateful are those who are forgiven.
Goodness will become the goal for which life is driven.


32 Beati quorum

1 Happy are they whose transgressions are forgiven, *

and whose sin is put away!

2 Happy are they to whom the Lord imputes no guilt, *

and in whose spirit there is no guile!

3 While I held my tongue, my bones withered away, *

because of my groaning all day long.

4 For your hand was heavy upon me day and night; *

my moisture was dried up as in the heat of summer.

5 Then I acknowledged my sin to you, *

and did not conceal my guilt.

6 I said, "I will confess my transgressions to the Lord." *

Then you forgave me the guilt of my sin.

7 Therefore all the faithful will make their prayers to you in

time of trouble; *

when the great waters overflow, they shall not reach them.

8 You are my hiding-place;

you preserve me from trouble; *

you surround me with shouts of deliverance.

9 "I will instruct you and teach you in the way that you

should go; *

I will guide you with my eye.

10 Do not be like horse or mule, which have no understanding; *

who must be fitted with bit and bridle,

or else they will not stay near you."

11 Great are the tribulations of the wicked; *

but mercy embraces those who trust in the Lord.

12 Be glad, you righteous, and rejoice in the Lord; *

shout for joy, all who are true of heart.