C.G.Ayling

Month: January 2012

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    Contentment is easily accomplished, all we need be, is unaware.

    Close your eyes, shut out the world, contentment flows free, you’re at peace, but elsewhere, distress, contentment, such a selfish thing.

    Happiness is a hug, an eyelash caress, a soft word, from a hard friend, sight, of the ones you love, happiness, it’s for us to find.

    If our beliefs are so fragile they cannot withstand scrutiny, well they’re not really beliefs at all.

    cold hard cash tends to turn people into cold, hard people…

    Escaping from the world is easy, but the world is still there.

    To be forgotten, is Oblivion, is Heaven, to be remembered, at all.

    When the words unsaid, say as much as the words that are. #that

    To feel pride, in teaching your children mistrust. #sad

    If we paint with a broad brush, we should not expect fine art.

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    If you want people to treat you better, then treat them the same.

    If Google damages my perception of its utter impartiality, it loses me completely. Google + makes searches biased – VERY BAD.

    If you can’t question your own beliefs you’ll never believe in yourself.

    Very little is random, indeed I don’t think people are actually capable of random thought, except perhaps in their dreams.

    Scary thought, I like more of the people I’ve never met, than the ones I have.

    Do we only friend the faultless?

    Every friend I have is flawed, perhaps that’s why they befriended me.

    If only we could live up to our own standards… if only.

    What worth a word for which there’s none, Hiraeth, you call, and I shall come. http://www.theparisreview.org/blog/2012/09/18/dreaming-in-welsh/ …

    My longing is deeper than for a land, my soul grieves for what its lost yet to its song I can’t respond, for where home is, I can’t recall.

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    To gain content, give to others. #sixwords

    What we give, is not as vital as that we give.

    Hate is a strong word that parasites deserve.

    Give me your compassion, before giving me your cash.

    Funny is, as funny happens.

    Offer me your compassion, before offering me your cash, the former I’ll treasure forever, the latter will be spent, and done.

    Lemon: A dash of honey, makes the bitter sweet. {a recipe for tart words, not baked goods}

    in the end, how we think doesn’t matter, it’s how we act that does.

    Though babies are infinitely more adaptable than we, it us we who change to accommodate them. This is as it should be.

    “if a girl is stupid enough…” Sop right there. You are the problem, not her.

    Life is contradiction, and contradiction is my life.

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    Humanity, so seldom are we what we seem to be.

    A moment comes, whether we grasp it, or shy away, it’s gone.

    Why does it seem good deeds seldom go unpunished, while the wicked ones sprout wings?

    There is no mantra of truth, there are many, though seemingly similar their sound varies, to every open ear.

    To hear, open our hearts as we do our ears, to see, open our minds as we do our eyes.

    We can’t hope to understand it all, but that doesn’t mean we shouldn’t try.

    In matters of the heart, listen to your mind, in matters of the mind, listen to your heart, balance, in all things.

    My youngest daughter Julia's review of my work, Beltamar's War. https://cgayling.com/malmaxa/2013/10/my-daughter-julias-review-of-beltamars-war/ …

    If your desire to be the same is greater than your need to be true then how can you ever hope to be the real you?

    Her lack, is our loss. Someone important is missing… a muse of the moon, a singer of soul, where has she gone, will she ever return.

    Getting there intact is more important than getting there fast.

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    My response to the obligatory, “How are you?” “I’m alive, which is better than being dead, so far as I know.” {Why ask, if you don’t care?}

    Are inner smiles, as good as outer?

    When did justice become the word of choice, for the unjust?

    We are not at odds, the matters we speak of are the same, yet what each of us sees, is a different view of serenity.

    I do, as I do with people who ask with earnest eye. For those my response is, “My day has been bettered by your presence”.

    For manners to matter, they must be meant.

    Words: Able to convert simple thoughts to complex, yet as capable of rendering complexity, in elegant simplicity.

    I like an empty kiss, as little as I like a hollow greeting.

    I am less interested in facts, than in reality, too many statistical facts, are really fallacy.

    Pretty little lies, more palatable than the ugliness truth portrays.

    to do the same thing every single day and never see our life slip away

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    Thoughts: Such troubling little things.

    One of the things I’ve learnt, it is that people usually have reasons for their actions, and they’re usually reasonable.

    Changing who you are to please another seldom leads to pleasure.

    The obvious is seldom as simple as it seems.

    What freedom is to me, differs to what it appears to be, for you, yet each of us speaks true.

    Freedom: Something we’d know if we had it, or would we?

    Agreement is not everything. #iam

    The material world belongs to the minority, the majority seem to neither know, nor care. Yet another minority, is aware.

    http://twitter.com/CGAyling/status/392282190832095232

    I believe we attain spiritual freedom when we cast off the shackles of dogma.

    Dogma, dogma, everywhere, but not a drop I’ll drink.

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    The illusion of freedom is just that, an illusion.

    We think to measure the passage of time, when what we should do is measure our passage through time – we pass, time does not.

    Kind words are the paving stones on joy’s path, a few go a long way.

    Tomorrow: A carrot on a stick, an empty little trick, a hollow pledge a lottery, none of us will ever win.

    The tragedy of war, is innocents, injured, the misled, unto battle fed, loud politician’s glee, war, it is the true tragedy.

    The past: A place of joy, and regret, of remember, and forget, a place to visit often, yet to which we never can return.

    My Godfather once told me the only true sign of a happy life would be to relive our own, without a single change. I wouldn’t

    Don’t twist your art, to suit your audience.

    Should we punish our animals, for being animals, should we punish ourselves, for the same.

    In matters of your art, listen to nothing but your heart.

    Is a manual RT the "proper" way to retweet, or a use tax on your generosity? https://cgayling.com/malmaxa/2013/10/generositys-tax/ …

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    To be able to forgive, we must be able to forget, and that is where the problem begins.

    If we need to remember we have forgiven, then we haven’t forgiven at all.

    What’s freedom to me now, I don’t believe I know. Have I ever tasted freedom, in my dreams, as a child, stolen youth, spent.

    The path to the future, is illuminated by the past.

    To be able to forgive, we must know forgiveness is needed, yet to know, we must remember, while to forgive, we must forget.

    Is life where we are in time, or is where we are in time, life.

    Moments in the past led us to this present, and this present, is our life.

    The mind is as a sponge, twist it hard, and fresh thought will flow free.

    To the present we are bound, to memories past, we’re drawn, our hope of a future bright, unborn.

    In our mind we’re never alone, yet in out heart, we often are.

    …demonizing the opposition has a long heritage of success. Assuming you define division and conflict as “success”.

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    Silence is not consent, it is stupidity.

    If not to the soul, where leads the window of the eye.

    To appear wise, close your mouth and lower your eyes.

    The only person you need to get over is you.

    If you believe this kind of harassment and blatant intimidation is justifiable, THEN YOU ARE THE REAL PROBLEM! http://www.rawstory.com/rs/2013/10/12/philly-cops-recorded-in-racially-abusive-stop-and-frisk-all-you-do-is-weaken-the-f-ing-country/ …

    A soul can’t survive in the shallow, in depth is where they dwell.

    Never stop dreaming, for within our dreams even the broken winged fly.

    Let us not pay lip-service to liberty.

    What my car says about me… Nothing. For one, car’s don’t talk, and if it did, it’d be talking to my daughter, not me.

    I’m on the road again, I can’t hope to see my friends, till I’m back home again.

    The best person you can be, is you so to yourself stay true.

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    Why, is it easy to be kind, yet so difficult to accept?

    Hope: No one one can take it away, only we can let it go.

    I used to take pride in doing my job, now… I just do my job. I figure why bust a gut for a corporation that doesn’t care?

    I think that until workers regain a sense of dignity, they have little use for pride. No pride means poor quality.

    I thought way, until I realized there is no longer a company-ethic to match my work-ethic.

    How can you be proud of your work when your work isn’t proud of you?

    Twitter: An emotional roller-coaster of inspiration that never stops, and seldom slows.

    Days spent beneath a dim sun.

    How do you unsoil a soiled soul?

    Why people love to apply labels to others when they don’t like labels applied to themselves. #that

    I don’t believe in god, but I do believe in soul. There is more than molecules, but it’s up to each of us to seek.