Be

Victoria Justice
"Victorious"


Be
Happy
幸せになります 
Shiawase ni narimasu
ps.34

The story is as old
as the discovery of gold.

The parents of the gifted
were threatened by how their gift was shifted.

They didn't chain me to test the beast,
but on my soul they made a feast.

Still, I will be happy
with a dash of savvy.

Consider this
for your bliss.

Foreign rule
could be more cruel.

Happiness will be my praise.
Wisdom will guide me in my ways.

I will rejoice in the feel of reality
with the fruits of  factuality.
.
Let those who listen hear 
how gladness grows when you are near.

Proclaim the greatness of existence with me.
Let us transcend the beast of inhumanity.

I asked for help when it was needed.
I bandaged cuts when my heart bleeded.

Escape from error
delivered me from terror.

Radiant as the light of day,
I didn't let shame cloud my way.

I called out in my affliction and I was heard.
Love delivered me from the burden of the absurd. 

The message of deliverance embraces
those who value life with the aegis of our happy faces.

Taste and see. Love is good.
Happy are those who rejoice as we should.

Respect the right to life.
Exercise with good health in your diet.

Use respect to set an example 
for those who do not sample angles.

Even young panthers suffer hunger.
Hunger drives them to thunder on the prey down under.

Those who read reality to find design 
do not lack in the discovery of goodness for the mind.

Come youth. Listen to me. 
The love of truth will set you free.

I will teach you to respect your rights.
You will win what would have been fights.

Who among you desires justified popularity
and would like the time to enjoy prosperity? 

Speak truth to power. 
Walk with justice by the hour.

Do not defend cruelty or violence.
Enjoy the benefits of serenity in silence.

Turn from evil. Do good. 
Seek peace. Pursue it as you should.

Security protects those mainly  
who take risk to value safety.

Punishment is not for destruction.
It is not as good as instruction,
but it is for the correction of insurrection
to root out the weeds in our perception.

Needs cry out. Selection detects them.
Judgment plans. Action tends to amend the withered stem.

Sympathy attends to brokenness. Empathy amends
what led to the breaking of harmony with our friends.

What we do know is this.
We will come to feel each other should we kiss.

Troubles attend the selection of goodness in design,
but effective production provides deliverance divine
from turbulent turmoil in time. 

Your reward will be great.
Your destiny will rise above your fate.

Security will protect your organization. 
Structure will preserve your conceptual elation.

These are those who come from the great ordeal.
The blood of the land has revealed the deal.

The least force necessary will correct a crisis.
Retribution will punish those who impose violence,
cruelty or oppression to silence self-reliance.

Those who do no harm will not be punished.
The tail of the scorpion will not admonish.

Those who do not require correction 
will not be corrected in the tension of perfection.


Psalm 34 Benedicam Dominum

1 I will bless the Lord at all times; *
his praise shall ever be in my mouth.
2 I will glory in the Lord; *
let the humble hear and rejoice.
3 Proclaim with me the greatness of the Lord; *
let us exalt his Name together.
4 I sought the Lord, and he answered me *
and delivered me out of all my terror.
5 Look upon him and be radiant, *
and let not your faces be ashamed.
6 I called in my affliction and the Lord heard me *
and saved me from all my troubles.
7 The angel of the Lord encompasses those who fear him, *
and he will deliver them.
8 Taste and see that the Lord is good; *
happy are they who trust in him!
9 Fear the Lord, you that are his saints, *
for those who fear him lack nothing.
10 The young lions lack and suffer hunger, *
but those who seek the Lord lack nothing that is good.
11 Come, children, and listen to me; *
I will teach you the fear of the Lord.
12 Who among you loves life *
and desires long life to enjoy prosperity?
13 Keep your tongue from evil-speaking *
and your lips from lying words.
14 Turn from evil and do good; *
seek peace and pursue it.
15 The eyes of the Lord are upon the righteous, *
and his ears are open to their cry.
16 The face of the Lord is against those who do evil, *
to root out the remembrance of them from the earth.
17 The righteous cry, and the Lord hears them *
and delivers them from all their troubles.
18 The Lord is near to the brokenhearted *
and will save those whose spirits are crushed.
19 Many are the troubles of the righteous, *
but the Lord will deliver him out of them all.
20 He will keep safe all his bones; *
not one of them shall be broken.
21 Evil shall slay the wicked, *
and those who hate the righteous will be punished.
22 The Lord ransoms the life of his servants, *
and none will be punished who trust in him.

1 John 3:2-3
What we do know is this: when he* is revealed, we will be like him, for we will see him as he is. 3And all who have this hope in him purify themselves, just as he is pure.

Enjoy

Selena Gomez
"Wolves"
MV: Wolves

Enjoy
Freedom
自由を享受する
Jiyū o kyōju suru
ps90

The afternoon breeze
blew through the trees
dispersing brown leaves.

The place away from danger is a refuge.
Refugees flee to find safety for their use.
Like wolves we chose to move even in the night
to escape certain death as our plight.

This has been true from one generation to another.
War has been against your fellow man as brother.
It has driven non-combatants to a place that is other
than the one in which we had taken succor.

Spoils and taxes have driven war against some  flutter
of threat created by news of some slaughtering snuffer.
War has to be limited to defense to be just.
The limitation will guide those who govern for us.

A thousand years in divine sight 
are like one watch within the night.
We had been swept away like a dream.
Like the grass in the morning, we were green
then, we lost the moisture to feed our need.
We withered brown by the evening due to heat.
We consumed too much in displeasure.
We took beyond the seasoned measure.

We lost our faith for fear of wrath.
We lost our health upon this path.

We didn't change to meet the challenge.
Iniquity prevented the savagery to manage.
Guilt from secret sins held movement in check.
Profit as a motive had become a train wreck.

Destruction makes sure the days are gone.
Years are shortened before they grow long.

The span of life is eighty years.
It's more like ninety when we shed fears with tears.

The sum of life is labor and sorrow
when we don't build law with love for tomorrow.

The power of production replaces wrath with math.
This is the power that civilization has.

Learn from experience to teach yourself measure.
It is the gold which life does highly treasure.

Replace the daze of affliction in adversity
with the ways of satisfaction in maturity.

Time turns mind back to the dust to say,
"Go back to earth like a child at play."

Who feels the power of your presence?
You are in the wonder of the divine essence. 

Who loves the real feeling of your power?
You are growing in strength by the hour.

Teach us to value time for our hearts in wisdom.
We will learn to see mission with our vision.

How long will you wait?
Get this goal straight.

Be gracious with your love.
It is the message that came from above with the dove.

Satisfy us with your kindness in the morning,
so we may weather storms as life's adorning.

Make us glad by the measure of the days 
in which we were afflicted in ways
those years of adversity will be raised
as the emblem of virtue to be praised.

Show your work to your loved ones.
Your splendor will shine like the sun.

May your grace be with us.
The fruit of labor will be discussed.
We see we saw the soul as one
in the products of our love.


Psalm 90 Domine, refugium

1 Lord, you have been our refuge *
from one generation to another.
2 Before the mountains were brought forth,
or the land and the earth were born, *
from age to age you are God.
3 You turn us back to the dust and say, *
"Go back, O child of earth."
4 For a thousand years in your sight are like yesterday when it is past *
and like a watch in the night.
5 You sweep us away like a dream; *
we fade away suddenly like the grass.
6 In the morning it is green and flourishes; *
in the evening it is dried up and withered.
7 For we consume away in your displeasure; *
we are afraid because of your wrathful indignation.
8 Our iniquities you have set before you, *
and our secret sins in the light of your countenance.
9 When you are angry, all our days are gone; *
we bring our years to an end like a sigh.
10 The span of our life is seventy years,
perhaps in strength even eighty; *
yet the sum of them is but labor and sorrow,
for they pass away quickly and we are gone.
11 Who regards the power of your wrath? *
who rightly fears your indignation?
12 So teach us to number our days *
that we may apply our hearts to wisdom.
13 Return, O Lord; how long will you tarry? *
be gracious to your servants.
14 Satisfy us by your loving-kindness in the morning; *
so shall we rejoice and be glad all the days of our life.
15 Make us glad by the measure of the days that you afflicted us *
and the years in which we suffered adversity.
16 Show your servants your works *
and your splendor to their children.
17 May the graciousness of the Lord our God be upon us; *
prosper the work of our hands;
prosper our handiwork.

Stream

Danica McKellar
Percolation


Stream
Steam
ストリームスチーム
Sutorīmusuchīmu
ps96

I'm a little teapot short and stout.
My steam streams heat that screams through the spout.

 The walls cannot talk. The windows are not able.
Passers-by admire the tea-pot on the table.

The neighbors pause, then hurry on their way.
The tea-pot and the roses look pretty every day.

The steamy little pot sits near the Scorpion's tail.
The hunter wasn't near. He had taken to the trail.

It was the archer who taught the young to hunt.
Defense was a skill that went with archery as one.

The arrow points to  the target
 in the forest as the market.

Use only for sport, to eat or defend.
The arrow is an instrument that the mind sends
or retends before returning to the whence
from which it had withered.
'Wither is the quiver?'

The Milky Way is wide and bright.
The crescent moon waxes into sight.

Saturn is Cronus reincarnate.
Cronus came from Osiris and Tammuz as his climate.

Jupiter took what he could have inherited as king. 
He didn't want to look like he didn't work for the thing.

Saturnalia  was Latin for the Kronia feast
Free speech, games and gifts celebrated harvest with a beast.

The temple at the base of the eternal hill kept the treasure for the capitol.
Enemy weapons were 'sacrificed' to make the 'treasure' oh so practical. 

The neighbors pause to look, then hurry on their way.
The tea-pot and the roses look pretty every day.

Gautama was the Buddha.
The lotus was the gouda. 

Moses was the Giver of law.
Law was drawn from what the past saw.

Cyrus was the Annointed. 
Customs were appointed.

Alexander was the Savior.
Education shaped behavior.

Julius was the Caesar.
He was a true believer.

Jesus was the Christ. 
He didn't support the heist. 

Mohammed was the Prophet.
Peace for nations was put on the docket.

Salvation is good news on any given day.
Let life celebrate the joy of living in the way.

Glory is a story for each in the unity of nations,
but even an alliance can't claim all the glory in the station.

Too much wealth for one
makes poor health. It's no fun.

The sun shines over all from heaven.
The moon illumines portions for the presence
of relevance.

The divine presence 
is the relevance for the elements!

The temple is a place for the resilience
of consilience.

Ascribe power to divine illumination.
It provides light for insight to reach toward perfection
beyond imagination to reconciliation 
for the population.

Worship the holy for the beauty of holiness.
Beauty is the love that transcends loneliness.

Let the bell ring for the clarity of the thing.
Clarity in concept is represented by the ring.

Let the heavens rejoice. Let the earth sing.
The sea will produce thunder for the wonder of the spring.

The trees in the wood and the goodness of the good
will receive liquid bounty to glimmer as they should.

The judgment of justice will come to judge the world.
The standard for authority will be lifted and unfurled.

The neighbors pause to look, then hurry on their way.
The tea-pot and the roses look pretty every day.


Psalm 96 Cantate Domino

1 Sing to the Lord a new song; *
sing to the Lord, all the whole earth.
2 Sing to the Lord and bless his Name; *
proclaim the good news of his salvation from day to day.
3 Declare his glory among the nations *
and his wonders among all peoples.
4 For great is the Lord and greatly to be praised; *
he is more to be feared than all gods.
5 As for all the gods of the nations, they are but idols; *
but it is the Lord who made the heavens.
6 Oh, the majesty and magnificence of his presence! *
Oh, the power and the splendor of his sanctuary!
7 Ascribe to the Lord, you families of the peoples; *
ascribe to the Lord honor and power.
8 Ascribe to the Lord the honor due his Name; *
bring offerings and come into his courts.
9 Worship the Lord in the beauty of holiness; *
let the whole earth tremble before him.
10 Tell it out among the nations: "The Lord is King! *
he has made the world so firm that it cannot be moved;
he will judge the peoples with equity."
11 Let the heavens rejoice, and let the earth be glad;
let the sea thunder and all that is in it; *
let the field be joyful and all that is therein.
12 Then shall all the trees of the wood shout for joy
before the Lord when he comes, *
when he comes to judge the earth.
13 He will judge the world with righteousness *
and the peoples with his truth.

Saturn of Rubens
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Saturn was the Roman reincarnation of Cronus. He was the titan of agriculture as well as time. Time was defined in calendar form for agriculture. This is the reason for the depiction of the scythe.

He is shown consuming the infant as a symbol for the consumption of the future by the past in the present.It's a gruesome depiction but it forces ordinary thought to think symbolically. Cronus was described as the consumer of his children.

Little exists outside of Rome to indicate that the cult existed elsewhere, but the name Saturn is similar for the Etruscan word Satres. Satres was the god who hurled lightning bolts from the darkness of the north.

Past

The Anclote River with the Power Plant

Past

the Passage

Letters take flight into the dark night that inhibits sight for mental delight.

Words are syllables for which meaning is critical. Sounds pound around town for the giveable to make living more alive for the liveable.

A speaker speaks with tones. A painter paints with strokes. A singer sings with notes. A writer writes words to connote.

The spot where the umbrella lies ties the knife we could find to its most intricate bind in the incision of mind.

My guide and I came to the hidden road to find our way back past the darkened toad. We passed to see the beauty of heaven bestowed in the stars that shined above the trees in a row.

Thought is slashed as it were with color. The far flight of those immortal others, the ever-returning stars, our brothers, saw the lightning at the end of summer.

There was darkness past dusk in evening. Humid hail fell as my father descended to the earth to tell my mother to throw a handful of pebbles in the well with the swell of giant looming walls in the thunderhead knell.

What roots clutch, what branches grow

out of this stony rubbish? You don't know.

You cannot say or guess. You only sow

a heap of broken images, where heat and hail had been thrown

to beat the dead tree that gave no shelter.

The cricket cricked a creak with no relief from the evening swelter.

The dry stone had no sound of laughter for your elder.

The black shadow under the large rock told you to dwell there.

Come to the shelter of this hard dark rock. I will show you something different from talk of your shadow at morning striding behind your walk or your umbrage at early evening rising to meet the hawk.

The square was there in a stone cube as a chair.

I'm going under my soles

with the moles

digging holes

for the troll.

The gremlin resembled a weapon. It could not take the emblem. Seven Kevins were sent to the Kremlin. Their parts resembled the need for assembling.
It sounds like the voices are snoring but if you snore then you ignore the warning. I'm not done exploring this soaring to implore tomorrow morning to adore what it must for the adoring. I will show you fear in a handful of dust.

The fresh wind is wild

for the home too.

My dear Irish child

where are you?
I am entitled to the thrust given by the gust that blows the dust thus.
Proverbial words are applied. Wait to receive your answer. Step inside. Let the butterflies fly to realize the size of what they flutter beside.

She sat in the Chair

like a burnished care in the air.

Light glowed on the marble where

the shine lined the space there.

The mirror showed visions not derisions advancing without collisions. Dreams dove into decisions.
The standards taught were wrought with fruited vines from which a golden Cupidon peeped out behind. Another hid his eyes in line with his wing feathered fine. The flames from the seven branched candelabra refined the shine. . The light reflected upon the table. The glitter of her jewels rose to her sable. Satin cases poured in rich profusion to enable the vials of ivory and colored glass without labels to ooze unguent scent from unstoppered fables.

Powdered or liquid. Troubled or confused by the ooze

sense was drowned in odors that were moved

by the air from the freshened window. These were behooved

to fatten the prolonged candle-flames into Latin grooves.

They flung their smoke into the laquearia of Libran sight. The pattern was stirred on the coffered ceiling beneath the higher height. Huge sea-wood fed with copper burned green and orange in the candle light. It was framed by the colored stone in whose sad plight a carved Griffin took flight.

Footsteps shuffled on the stair.

Stand and deliver a shiver there.

Stand to abide by and help the breath of air.

She sat under the firelight. Under the brush her hair

spread out into fiery points of conditioned care.

Points of light burned bright, then became savagely still.

I did not wrong you with any act of will.

I will not cheat you on any bill.

No fraud has caused you a death of chill.

----------

The near ninety heat of the October beat

hit the concrete until it stressed my feet.

There was no crowd, only cars in the street.

I had not thought cool air could provide such relief.

Sighs, short and infrequent, were exhaled.

Each step fixed eyes to steps impaled

with slow staid fixity up the low grade sidewalk as the trail.

Oh how I wish I could just sail

to the place where time kept the hours

with a dead sound on the final stroke of power.

Three and nine are square.

Test your care

if you dare.

Raise your thumb.

Six and twelve are plumb.

The vertical did come

before seven and one.

Three and nine fifteen are level.

What the devil?

The horizontal hands have a bevel.

Please retard the sun with a gentle mist.

Let earth realign her axial twist.

Enchant the land with the magic of amethyst.

Give this wisp of season another suitable glimpse.

The cones of pine and cypress lie upon the ground.

Dune sunflower, goldenrod and oxeye daisies abound.

They garland the sandy coastal bed outside of town.

Monarchs, falcons and warblers fly here to hang around.

The twist of tangled cord and the elephant tube

that go with the wet-vacuum

extract water from the AC wizzer wahzoo.

The testimony of hot days has to be exhumed.

The river’s flow is broken. The last float of leaf

docks and sinks into the wet bank with relief.

The cool wind crosses the hot land for belief.

The nymphs have departed unseen.

Sweet flow of water, run softly until I end my song.

The river bears no empty bottles, sandwich papers, discarded thongs,

handkerchiefs, cardboard boxes, cigarette ends or plastic bongs.

It bears a tonal shift in the quality of the autumn light's sarong.

A rat crept softly along the bank

through the plant life, over the plank,

dragging slime on its belly from the mud in which it sank

while it was fishing in the dull water, brown and dank.

There, their friends, the loitering heirs of city directors

departed. They left no addresses for the rector.

By the waters of the Anclote, I sat down and wept for the specter

of the local sceptre . . .

But at my back in the rattle of the bones,

a chuckle spread from tear to moan.

Death’s second self, sealed up all, in the all alone.

You saw in me the glowing of such a tome.

There lay the deathbed on which he must expire

consumed with that which he was nourished by

that in the ashes of his youth lies the tie

that you perceived in this mortal cry.

This makes your love grow strong

to love that well which you must leave before long.

Now the sweet swell of song

can carry the tune before it's gone.

Heal

Maura Tierney
"The Affair"

Heal
Yourself
あなた自身を癒す 
Anata jishin o iyasu
ps147

Security for the nation state
is secure when it isn't late.

The expansion of alliance 
for trade, travel and science
will reduce the defiance
that opposes guidance
to compliance
with reliance 
on license
for triumph.

Responsibility
will set us free. 
I have been appointed 
to bring good news to those anointed
with the management of labor.

Freedom is ours to savor.
The blind will receive insight.
The redeemed will take delight
in their part in leadership
as the spirit dripped device
for us to sip.

Respect your role in the healing art.
Medicine treats malady after the start.
It works until you find something better
to avoid illness or injury as your debtor.

The pharmacist creates a tricky mixture 
of herbal extracts to work as an elixir
to change the body's texture
until health becomes the fixture.

The physician  provides a service
though it may make you feel nervous
will teach you to refrain 
from that which causes pain.

Diagnosis is a skill
that helps you redirect your will
to find the cause of malady
to deter avoidable tragedy.

Give up your faults as they are found.
Diet, exercise and hygiene are elements to which we're bound.
Adjust that which you are able
around the home and at your table.

The soul is often healed
when the cause of malady has been revealed.
It is good to sing your praise.
Your spirits will be raised.

Your house will be rebuilt with peace.
Return from exile will be achieved.
The broken heart will be unbroken.
The wound will be bound as healing spoken.

The length of night has reached the day.
Equal lengths have found their say.

The darkness will increase. It's spun.
Earth's axis tilts away from the sun.

As the winter solstice draws near
the orbit will lean away from here.
It leans it doesn't stray or sharply veer.
Gravity keeps our sphere 
on course for the new year.

The number of the stars are counted.
Their course is set with majesty unbounded.
Hope in the heart of lowliness is lifted.
Pride from the reach of passion is sifted.

The harmony of the spheres is music.
Fluids move in amusement 
inside and out of that which is human.
The heavens are covered with clouds that are fluent.
Rain is prepared for life rooted and unrooted.
The earth will be given that for which it is suited.
Grass that has grown on mountains will survive.
Plants that Spring hoed will see harvest when ripe.

Flocks and herds will find food where it has grown.
Ravens will feed on anything edible where it is thrown.
The might of a horse is a sight for delight.
Exercise strengthens the human device.

Pleasure is preserved for those who work with fear.
Favor is shown to those who are dear.
Community that seeks that which is best
earns that reprieve known as rest from the test.

Security is strengthened with the bars on your gates. 
Your children are protected with the element of grace.
Peace has been established with your borders.
Immigration is constrained when by necessity it's ordered.

We have been satisfied with wheat and corn from the earth.
Fiber and nutrients were provided for health that has worth.
Leaves change their color before they fall to the ground.
When they fall to the earth they are mostly brown.

Heal yourself from the cause of malady found.
You will see your self as more experienced now. 


147 Laudate Dominum

1 Hallelujah!
How good it is to sing praises to our God! *
how pleasant it is to honor him with praise!
2 The Lord rebuilds Jerusalem; *
he gathers the exiles of Israel.
3 He heals the brokenhearted *
and binds up their wounds.
4 He counts the number of the stars *
and calls them all by their names.
5 Great is our Lord and mighty in power; *
there is no limit to his wisdom.
6 The Lord lifts up the lowly, *
but casts the wicked to the ground.
7 Sing to the Lord with thanksgiving; *
make music to our God upon the harp.
8 He covers the heavens with clouds *
and prepares rain for the earth;
9 He makes grass to grow upon the mountains *
and green plants to serve mankind.
10 He provides food for flocks and herds *
and for the young ravens when they cry.
11 He is not impressed by the might of a horse; *
he has no pleasure in the strength of a man;
12 But the Lord has pleasure in those who fear him, *
in those who await his gracious favor.
13 Worship the Lord, O Jerusalem; *
praise your God, O Zion;
14 For he has strengthened the bars of your gates; *
he has blessed your children within you.
15 He has established peace on your borders; *
he satisfies you with the finest wheat.
16 He sends out his command to the earth, *
and his word runs very swiftly.
17 He gives snow like wool; *
he scatters hoarfrost like ashes.
18 He scatters his hail like bread crumbs; *
who can stand against his cold?
19 He sends forth his word and melts them; *
he blows with his wind, and the waters flow.
20 He declares his word to Jacob, *
his statutes and his judgments to Israel.
21 He has not done so to any other nation; *
to them he has not revealed his judgments.
Hallelujah!