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Created on 2003-03-29 10:13:44 (#974067), last updated 2004-12-08

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Birthdate:	05-25
Location:	Pembroke Pines, Florida, United States
Website:	Glass Eyed Fish

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this is from me to you,
this is the truth.
how many times have
my wishes
and my dreams
and my prayers
for you
hidden beneath my breath?

how many times have i looked at you,
heart in my throat,
hands in my pockets,
a smile on my face,
just wanting to say

what is hope?
what is hope?
to want? to desire?
to expect that what's envisioned
may indeed happen?
YES to all of the above.
is hope that gut feeling that it's
worth holding out
and hanging on for just a little longer?
ABSOLUTELY.
Is hope the core of the human condition?
CERTAINLY
Can you have hope without
faith and humility and wonder?
THAT'S TOUGH.
Just the thought that there's something bigger,
something truer, something totally surprising
out there waiting for us is...
priceless.

What would you be without hope
growing deep in your bones,
thriving in every inch of you?
N O T H I N G.

what does it take to hope?
E V E R Y T H I N G

hope takes never ceasing
to be amazed...

wearing
your soul on your sleeve...

holding
your breath, waiting to hear
"I love you, too..."

believing
that tomorrow could be better than today…
that you’ll get a second chance…
that you’ll make a difference…
that you matter.

hunger is the wanting:
to see more
to feel more
to touch more
to crave, desire, search out, find, hold more.
and sometimes hunger hurts more.
but go on, go west, young man, young woman.
plow the land,
plant the seeds,
grow the food for the whole wide world.

so breathe out and breathe in
(and soak it all up)

but if it does,
may it leave you patient and stronger,
willing* and wiser, tender and tougher.

*wonderful word contributed by sophie sanders, age 10, then

if you’re ever lying on a beach with
80 billion* grains of sand beneath you,
700 thousand* ocean waves before you,
60 million* stars stretched out above you,
and you’re still not at all impressed,
i want you to think about this:
the light you see reflecting from the stars is over one million* years old.

W O W.

*all numbers grossly underestimated

but then, just before you starts to feel like a mere blip
in the gigantic scheme of things, please remember this:
yes, you are small, but you’re also irreplaceable
and invaluable
and miraculous.
those stars don’t have anything on you.

DOORS.

holes in wall that offer us a way out or a way in.
just putting your hand on the knob and seeing if it turns can
make you weak in the knees.

what if it’s locked?
what if it’s unlocked?
what if no one answers?
what if someone does?

what if the hinges creak and the heavy wood swings
open
and you’re suddenly standing at the threshold
of a brand new tomorrow?
what if your horizon is nothing but
clear blue skies?
what if it’s a raging storm?
what if?
what if?
what if?

A PROMISE IS ALL ABOUT FAITH.
A PROMISE IS ONLY AS STRONG
as your own faith in your own self,
in your own good.
so when you swear,
in light of your strengths and in spite
of your weaknesses,
to struggle and follow through,
you
are doing a beautiful thing.

let the music move you,
let the moment take your hand,
let it lead you out into
the middle of the dance floor and
embrace you.
dive off the high board,
ride with the top down,
thrive like a wildflower,
and sing
(who cares what you sound like)
with a voice all your own.

LIFE
Chapter 23
Mountains and Oceans
Seems like there’s always another of one or the other…

it’s crossing your fingers when the map doesn’t make sense, when the compass
doesn’t know truly north from truly lost, and it’s up to you-you and your gut and
your mettle, and your level of resilience, and your wealth of wisdom-
to persevere. to get to the other side.

to hope.

(that’s too easy. what follows is too interesting.)

ask eve.
evolve.
take a chance, take a ticket,
take a fast train to the coast.
no guts, no glory.

chance (n.): a coin with two
sides that one tosses into the
air as many times as one wants.
the odds remain the same.

it’s risky breathing, let alone needing,
trusting, reaching out. life id the leap of faith,
the bold declaration of
hope.

ATTENTION
this is the really big stuff!
this is the crux of the whole adventure!

love, love, love,
you have to love,
and if you don’t get love right,
you have to move on
and forgive.
and then you have to remember
that you’ve forgiven,
or else you can’t move on,
and if you don’t move on,
you’ll surely end up…
bitter.

and don’t say i didn’t warn you.

there are too many people too angry
at a world that isn’t
in the least bit angry at them.

Y O U
(a haiku)
one worth so much
to me, to us, to life as such
a bowl full of cherries.

heaven (n.): (1) a place somehow high above
the clouds, yet deep inside your soul; (2) a
place of complete peace, of total and utter
happiness; (3) a place that is greater than
the sum of everything you will ever be or
could ever imagine to be; (4) a place we all
want to get to, but just not yet…

no, not yet.

(as you now well know)

I HOPE YOU DANCE BECAUSE

time.
time is a wheel.
time is a wheel in constant motion
always
rolling us along,
tell me who wants to look back on their years and wonder. . .

where their years have gone.

ah, youth
ah, youth…new skin, wide smiles,
clear eyes…the future so bright,
if only we could bottle it, sip it now and
again, and stay forever twenty-one,
forever ten, forever five.

i liked being five.

but i’d also like to think that time and age are like cousins-
they’re relative
who said you have to go by actual miles?
if you didn’t know how old you were, how old would you be?
(me, i’m sticking with five.)

I’ll even argue that you can bottle youth.
What you store it in is all up to you.
(I suggest your heart.)
if you can figure out a way to keep
the energy and gumption and fire alive,
you’ll always stay young.
and where there’s youth, there’s hope. . .
where there’s hope, there’s wonder. . .
where there’s wonder, there’s faith. . .
where there’s faith, there’s chance. . .
here there’s chance, there’s love. . .
where there’s love, there’s music. . .
and dancing.

so in my heart of hearts

i really hope you dance

amen.

W A I T
promise me one more thing:

if tomorrow you wake up feeling
unoriginal
or
frail-hearted
or
faithless
or
tired of this world

please

come back to this passage and start at the beginning

(or just call me.)

NO, IT’S NOT THE END.
IT’S THE BEGINNING

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