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Green Bits the video is uploaded here each week from my new ones too old ones can be on subscription to YouTube or Vimeo their channels will be called Green Gems or Green Bits under Sam Green and the Time Machine or just Sam Green singer/songwriter Australia. Find the right channel and subscribe.Although I overcame this and re-educated myself to expressing myself in writing by finding the form and presence of coherence that is right. To this day, many people know and understand that expression in the mystics is a type of mathematics within itself. The main thing is to have a balanced simple live.
Being aware when issues may arise make you think twice or deeply analyze the situation. I was taught the basics of communication as all do. Doing all there is always common ground in the schoolyard and the library of learning, the art of communication is a skill mainly learnt in the sand pits of time.
I feel the English language is expressive to the point that it is not so vague although it has levels of understanding, like any other language; double consultations, double meanings and hidden agendas between the words. Many other languages more so in other languages, I feel but I am not so covert to understand the hidden meanings the not meant to be understood one lives one flows and understands the connection to the words.
Let’s just ramble for a few minutes.
Given all the fuss is about who stole the cookie from the cookie jar, I can honestly say I do not know who it was, but I guessed. The exotic taste of jam doughnuts is one thing, but the cookies run another flank that I did not see but seeing is believing children find their wisdom. Confronting the world in which they live and love can be a beautiful thing if learnt correctly because so much is based on trust and the words that combine the two together from the horizons.
Are ya with me, folks?
I am scaling mountains as a soul-searching exercise, or diving into the deepest sea or ocean because, there is only time and time is all we know. A relative look through it and traveling in the moment one can only see so much there. What is in the heart to listen to the birds of paradise singing the healing songs, ocean tides May, passing winds may come and go, even shaking sands guide us where to go if love is the answer.
But there was a question. It is just a basis of this universe that we live in how far and wide we stretch the mind with the light. As we walk slowly to what is around in feeling, there is comfort. In comfort there is healing based on what we know; we are only learning, as we all are. In the moon’s Sea of Tranquillity, the nun on the moon, not on the high seas or high Mountains the Tranquillity, must be within the soul. Get it?
From the hard heads of the mind to the souls of the body, each has identity, each finds their way maybe in peace. I can understand not all other things make much sense. When people become greedy for too much, their obsessed grid takes over.
If time stood still it would be only a flicker of the things that have not disappeared into the ether of memory. There is such that the timeline is what it is, the seed raising a garden and is happiness others. Who will follow rainmaker, his animals and humans? Maybe he’ll rest under the shade of the tree? All the branches of such are fine shelter from the sun. In willing, the rain is in its glory. That in the falls one can only see so much of the spectrum. There are different viewpoints from outside and inside.
The garden they have. Wall-sprinkler irrigation is not needed if inside your nature is balanced. The rain must fall simply or not at all for a moment in the time gardens of displacement. Time is such a big part of society in the spectrum in which we live. It is linked somehow to the knowledge that passes from one person to another. I need to share the bonds of identity in the garden. To search is an example that nature balances the beauty of what is life. If one looks deeply anything can be seen. My hand is offered in friendship that I may help you and you may help me for the time we are on the same part of our journeys. Only crossing in different ways that is finding app for that, searching or just wondering.
Healesville, plainly there is merit the lyrebird, the emu and the kookaburra. In these things there are songs expressing themselves and what do they say? See the hidden meaning in something simple and understand other things I reflect on but not the deepness. Is one within? A question. Can we come to terms with this or that or find constructive foundations to lift even higher? We are all who we are. How near or how far do we let time be good to this?
In adjusting how life turns out in every generation, words rules. Understanding and the way to relate can change from one perspective to the next, all in degrees. In my day, a much simpler growing-up period (or one who went through different social groups to ponder) I found my harmony within to be myself. But there are pressures in social groups.
There, you would be told that you had to go with this partner or that person as a partner, and was she another possible partner they said they liked? Someone different, perhaps, I would approach when it worked out in the “mathematics of lives” that were. Someone inside of me liked someone in there and I would “buy” them. But they lived in the so-so world of not giving and taking – there was no actual wife-swapping and the search for it was just finding a balance and harmony.
As with all those people that we did match with most were married. I happily put it together although some of them were divorced for reasons most did not understand; maybe they put shoes under the bed or some such silly reason. This being the case, it boils down to common denominators of getting to know them. The best you can do is by yourself, you have more to do than get this company get out of my hair and mind. Most were young and self-centred and a little selfish, else you’d have to come to a compromise without being a hostile or aggressive. Something like dancing in the ballroom, a waltz perhaps.
Although music in the ’70s was free-flowing, it was with choreography that people danced isolated on the same dancefloor, separated. Dancing is a substitute to catch the wind. To react to the dancer and those around pushes the sanctions life can bring. Life brings with it learning from our mistakes and, if we do not learn from other people’s mistakes, we fall into the same pit like a piece of steak, pizza or quicksand. Alternatively, we throw it into the rubbish bin. If it is a bit too bad and sad, you will just end up isolated. Although I want to take you out, such is life, like falafel in the middle of the night or cups of tea and coffee at sunrise – so far away as the lessons of life bite naturally.
In adjusting to how life turns out, in every generation, words rule the understanding but the way to relate can change. From one perspective to the next, degrees of relationships exist. Once silent, life, as in my day, was much simpler. In growing up or reaching the end of the journey in the different social groups, I found mixed harmony within to be a part of this planet … all within myself as one comes to terms with the social groups as like a time traveler together. I found group pressure was pushy for real leader, but none came forth.
So as not to be judgmental in all of the teachings they shared in direction and viewpoint. One would say you had to go with this chosen path of your partner for life. May be in the Dark Ages, life was simpler, when they didn’t think but just accepted whatever the outcome. Who has that right? If that were the other partner who said something, like someone thinking rationally, then I would approach. Not all are seen, so hoping it worked out in the mathematics. Like someone in their unit with me I bought them to the cause of a being a partner. They live in relationship in a form finding common bond and ground, but this bond was not actually a wife.
Wife-swapping was a tacit agreement of searching that resulted in just finding out. All those people that did are mostly married and having health, happiness and relationships stemming from the 1960 to 1970 under a light of unity. Some of them were divorced for reasons not understood. Maybe the shoes they put under the bed could have been back to front. In wearing the pants, you have to work on the relationship.
The best you can do is yourself, you have more to do but let us complex company get out of my mind. With someone else, you have to give and take and come to a compromise without being hostile or aggressive and try to do no wrong. Therefore, she sells seashells by the seashore, something like dancing to a degree. I am talking about the ballroom dancing or waltz as I have been through, although music in the age of growing was free-flowing and choreographed. People danced isolated on the same platform. Dance floors were different, separated and the law of dancing was a substitute within a tune. Catch the wind to react to the dancer and those around, as she urges sanctions.
The light of life can bring a life to be wanted and to be loved. Do we all learn from our mistakes. Alternatively, if we do not learn from our mistakes, we fall into the same pit of pizza or quicksand. There is good and bad, but you try to build those two. You lift up to a world by doing good. Good that will come for a rest in the garden is not too bad, but you may just end up isolated in the box. Is life like falafel in the middle of the night or cups of tea and coffee and sunrise? So far, lessons of life flow naturally.
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