Figure by Llew Summers

Figure by sculptor Llew Summers sat still, arm behind her head, the other casual on the hip, naked breasts, said not a word. Her beauty alone said it all. Sculptors hands cast loving care each curve a conversation within itself. The therapists talk the ears hear ?

Therapists.

Flower pot minds
with dandelion
thoughts
sitting under storm
clouds of
cigarette smoke.

Dedication to A & J Jack

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Purpose of Life - Meaning of Life

Purpose of life what is it? Meaning of life what is it? Two questions with absolute definite answers yet entwined like a vine climbing the side of a building .

Meaning of life is the theory, thought of circumstances surrounding the individual.

Purpose of life is the intention the individual puts into action, either changing the circumstances surrounding the individual by their choice, or overcoming by mental thought an attitude beyond circumstances out of ones control.

Mankind has free will, every man has freedom. What is freedom?. Freedom no matter the circumstances every man is free to think, that's the meaning, the purpose is how the thoughts are put into action if a man is free or imprisoned by those thoughts.

No man knows what another man thinks until it is either put into action or expressed. This improves quality, or changes the individuals circumstances, changes laws or social structure reflecting the meaning of life and it's purpose, in every race colour and creed.

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Wounds and value of.

What are wounds ? Wounds of regret, wounds of fear, wounds of looking back, wounds of delay. Wounds are getting over difficulties. The value of difficulties is what one learns from the challenge. Those that slide into inertia or try to avoid difficulties either learn nothing or decay.
In business fear has a high price, it comes about disguised in an overcoat called procrastination . It causes timidity, lack of decision, lack of accurate knowledge ,weakness of will, by those who fear personal change.

Fear is caused by misuse of imagination and regrets are caused by misuse of memory.
Imagination and memory are there to help not hurt. If the imagination is strong and positive it will show the soul possibilities. If the memory is strong and positive it will show the soul past success. Such is the value of difficulties.

In business dare to invest in learning, from books, from others in fields of knowledge that give leverage, there is no shame in not knowing something, there is shame in inertia. Learn from possibilities offered, listen to what is being taught, be prepared to back your idea and structure have the nerve to invest.

Knowledge from others is not a personal attack, if it was Henry Ford would not have built his cars.

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Get Out of the Box

Get out of the box, … A Roman soldier from Ceaser’s Legion lay next to a French soldier from Napoleons’ Waterloo, who lay next to a German soldier of the 1st World War, embraced by a British soldier whose hand lay gently on the shoulder of a Russian soldier of the 2nd World War, the US Marine lay quietly beside with a book in his hand Titled the US Civil War North and South , an airman from New Zealand sat in his bi-plane, wing tipped to the Fokker, the Spitfire facing the de Havilland Gnome, sitting by the wheel a Polish airman, the Italian soldier crouched by the Scottish soldier holding his bagpipes, a 1st World War German soldier hands held a cross, lightly on the chest of the Jewish boy soldier from Britain, whose father lay in desert sands next to warriors of Great Arab Nations, the French Foreign Legionnaire hands by his side, the Egyptian soldier lay beside him holding a Turkish sword with a quiver of the Romans, Knights on the chessboard with the Knights armour resting in Mongolian tents where lay a soldier from Greece holding Plato’s writing , within the depths lay the Navy Captain of the Japanese Navy with the Russian seaman, beside the airman from Japan with the Australian soldier of the 2nd World War, like a folded rose petal over the Cossack from St Petersburg holding sheet music of Tea by Tchaikovsky (Chinese Dance) the pilgrim next to the Indian beside the Bombay Grenadier quietly by the Chiefs of the Pacific, the Spanish soldier with the Cuban revolutionary who lay beside the Portuguese, the fleets tall masted ships anchored below the waves of the sea, the jeeps quiet as red poppies grow, white crosses cross the land the Chinese Boxer Army, still , stone Chinese stone photograph stand quiet in line beneath the land the Wall has crossed, dusty layers trickle down the shoulders of the Korean soldier brushing the South African Boar War soldier peaceful beside the Zulu warrior who sat beside the pilgrim, holding out a book to the sleeping Palestine soldier sitting beside the soldier from Israel holding the helmet of red plume of the Roman soldier, whose hand stretched out to the gentle Gurkha , whose curved sword embraced the soldier of Iraq, who lay shoulder to shoulder to the soldier from Iran, whispering to the ghosts of Hiroshima looking East above the ground the silence of Chernobyl city, to bury the metal in great caves underground for thousands of years what soldier has a mind, who lay next to the soldier with sticks and stones of the 4th World War beside the airman of the 3rd World War, melted white crosses and red poppies grow, the Irish soldier with his fiddle lay still on the rock , beside the sailor and airman interlocked, all good men, all race colour and creed lay, still families bleed, soldiers lay still on a thin veil of transparency, Heads of Nations who can show a blind man colours, a deaf man hear when in a box.

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