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Shirdi Sai Baba: Never harm a snake or
a scorpion.. He will only harm you if ordered
to do so by God. If so ordered there is nothing
you can do about it.

to the people of Lyme
Connecticut

The world needs
zillions of trees
to stabilize the weather.
The equatorial rainforest
is 70 degrees while
temperate zone
desert can be 130 degrees
..

Reforesting the world
1. eat the products
of trees, vines, bushes
  and plants
2. plant trees
3. cancel daily newspaper
  .. get it on the web
4. use 100% cotton
  or rice or other
  less treekilling paper
5. install a water
  spray in the bathroom
6. buy food in
  bulk (fruit is
  packaged by Mother
  Earth)
7. stop mowing
http://www.egroups.com/messages/nomow/119

Greedy Caterpillar
was inspired by a thought
of J Freundschuh

God Looks On Sin
includes 2 of Sai Baba's
parables and a dream
of J Freundschuh

Stars in "As Mother
Looks on a Toddler's
Fall" are based on
the teachings of Sai Baba
as is the parable
that we should be
like rivers flowing
over sharp rocks

Tecumseh Museum is
to all Native Americans
                 and settlers who have suffered
                 in the past)

(years after dreamer had this dream on the early morn
of December 7 she heard broadcast on C Span a description
of a Mohican museum.. followed by the song  You are my
sunshine)

Mallik Arjunan: From
any point on the wheel
one can be liberated

notes on As Mother
Looks on a Toddler's
fall
.. title based on
a quote by Saint of Shirdi
.. mudballs based
on a dream by Jan F

(we are all Tecumsehs: look not at our past
       but at the divine light within each of us as
we forgive ourselves)* the stars indicate concepts transmitted to writer by the words of
Sai Baba

Silver Screen Projection
is to Susie M C

If You is to T Jackson

Dancing Puddles is the calming of a thunder storm.  I once asked my real father if he would cry if died suddenly.  His response was if he did it would be in a way that nobody would know.  I love my father, however, we had gone our seperate ways which had crushed me.  We deliberately lost touch for almost three years.  Then one day, I had received word he had a masive stroke and was on life support.  The next day, I flew out to my home town to see him at the hospital and stayed by his bed side for close to a week before Christmas.  We sure didn't talk much or really acknowledge each other but in our hearts we knew everything was forgiven.  This man who was a star athlete in highschool couldn't even talk right let alone move the left side of his body.  His heart is the thunderstorm and my love for him are dancing puddles.  The rain seems to jump out from underneath the puddle and with in its own harmony appears to dance!

This poem is dedicated to a girl named Kandra, she can be mean, but you know I will not let that stop my love for her as a friend!

This is for a Mother who didn't know how to express herself. We forgive you MOM. You did your best.