C.G.Ayling

Category: Random Musings

Random thoughts, from a random mind – mine. I’m fairly confident my viewpoint differs from that of the majority.

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    Each of us is unique, so why is it we try so desperately to be the same?

    How do we know our children are the most precious things we have? We just do.

    Should those who work on the night shift, be known as the night shafted?

    Though we may never speak, our true friends in our hearts we keep.

    Friends are usually cause, for glad, yet sometimes, they also make us sad.

    The weakest, are those who dare not feel, who their hearts, never reveal, who a kiss, never dare to steal, who are deaf, to love’s appeal.

    Why are such simple words, so easily misunderstood, so difficult to say, and so hard to hear?

    In my opinion the world needs people with the capacity to feel far more than it needs people with the capacity to not.

    The best we can do, is to always be true. The worst? Close our eyes to evil, our ears to lies, our hearts to love, and our lips, to a kiss.

    Hard to say “I’d rather cry than feel nothing” when the tears are real, and the feelings too, what to do, what to do.

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    When we want to learn about love, we should turn to our dogs, who know more than any human ever will.

    Babies are the true meaning of our existence, they are life, and they grant love.

    Images are a key to the lock on memory.

    The world doesn’t stop when we do, it continues to go.

    Your heart knows what’s right, emotions confuse your mind, but when your gut speaks, that’s when you should listen.

    None of the things that matter, are subject to measure.

    We are taught to suppress our instincts, when we should be taught to hone them.

    Originality, is rare, the deepest desire of most is to be, only to be, yet also to be the same.

    The worst scars we wear, are scars that show we just don’t care.

    Bless those who in our hearts abide, may they forever there reside.

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    The only thing that matters, is life, the only thing that means anything, is love.

    Soul animates Life, Life animates flesh, flesh develops a Mind and a Heart, Love builds Character, Death sets the Soul free.

    Be nice and be forgotten, or be rude and be remembered, but who wants to be remembered as an ass? http://bit.ly/CGApRsR

    So much old wisdom holds eternal, though contradictory value, “If you have nothing good to say, say nothing.” versus “Silence is consent.”

    What to do, and when to do it, when to be still, and when to cry shrill, when to look, and when to not, when to unlearn, what we knew.

    Dusk, when night kisses the day, away. Dawn, when day washes night, with light.

    If what’s best for you isn’t what’s best for everyone, then it isn’t what’s best at all.

    Love is a warm glow, whose cause we do not know.

    Those who test friendship and love, are neither friends, nor lovers.

    Marriage is a contract inked in love, it is about commitment, not about control.

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    Instead of holding difference in a loving embrace, we close our minds and cast it away in disgrace.

    Lack of understanding does not preclude reality.

    Why do so many stand silent before infamy? Raising your voice against iniquity is more than an outlet, it is a cure. http://bit.ly/CGApRsR

    Tears come from many sources, all of them emotive. Emotions are good things to have, and sometimes tears are good things to shed.

    Religion has nothing to do with soul. But if you truly believe that all you are is a chunk of animated meat, well, I pity you.

    It is rather hard for me to confuse soul with mind, or heart with love, because none of them are defined. But they all “are”.

    If anyone has an understandable explanation of soul, heart, mind, love, or even of life, please let me know. I’ve wondered for over 50yrs.

    I have long thought plants are the highest form of life, for they can eat the inanimate, they need not kill to live.

    One of the things I most love about absolutes, is that they always have exceptions.

    Life, Love, Soul, Mind, Heart, & Character. Isn’t it amazing how readily we bandy words about, yet are unable to define what they even mean?

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    This is why I teach my children intolerance… intolerance of bullies, intolerance of injustice, intolerance of bigotry.

    If you have to get in mischief, do it in your dreams. #goodnight

    Words are so capable of conveying emotion, but only if we read them with our heart, if we read them with our head, they often seem so dead.

    So much said between the lines, that is where the real truths lie.

    You make me sigh, you make my heart sing, you make my soul fly, you make me smile, even as my eyes cry.

    Fresh snow, pristine and white, yet when it melts, what an awful sight.

    What need of drugs when laughter bears you high?

    The best way to escape, is into the souls of the ones you love.

    True friends are there to hold us back when we’re wrong, and to egg us on when we’re right.

    I am an African soul, trapped in a Caucasian body, banished to the USA. Life, is hard. The only thing that makes it worthy, is good people.

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    I don’t understand why so many confuse religion for truth.

    The substance of words is their meaning, the beauty of words is their soul, the truth of words grants them life.

    life is only worth living for others. you are an other. I am the same. one of us, is both the same.

    The snow, of pristine white, it cannot match my heart’s delight.

    My youngest thinks when I say, “I’ll only answer one more question.” I really mean, “and also any question that arises from the answer.”

    Not only do the best questions have no answer, but they lead to further questions, which also have no answers.

    Don’t shackle your mind to the speed of speech.

    Behavior I don’t understand fascinates me, it is so much more interesting if you consider it without judging it.

    If we never look to the sky, we’ll never see the stars.

    Life is less about enjoyment, than it is about enlightenment.

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    What a sorry place this world would be, if everyone was the same as me…

    The only truth we can know is our own, and if we are intelligent even our truths are subject to change.

    Yes, your heart knows the truth your mind denies.

    Your heart and soul know the truth, while your mind feeds you on little lies in vain attempt to justify the things it thinks you want.

    Reviewers should be revered, not reviled. http://bit.ly/CGApRsR #review

    Kind words are like seeds we harvest, store, and let take root within our heart.

    How can the rain understand the river, the sun, the sand, the tear, the cheek down which it flows, the wind, the wall upon which it blows.

    “Why do Independent Authors Need Honest Reviews?” http://bit.ly/CGApIAN

    Truth is essential, not superfluous, so why do we insist on wrapping it in unnecessary words.

    What we cannot accept we must change, if we cannot believe we must discard, when we cannot speak true we must stay silent.

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    Manners matter, regardless of where.

    Is threatening someone the act of a decent person, and if that fails, calling them dishonest? @BCoulterAuthor Apologize, then stop talking.

    Reply to your friends before wasting energy on your enemies. {Twitter is no exception to the rule, “Don’t feed the trolls.”}

    People forget words far sooner than they forget feelings.

    Perhaps the only thing for which lip-service is a great service, is love.

    Secret smiles we share with the ones who care our heart’s touch brings our cheeks to blush is this not love’s true flush…

    The special thing this night I’d do, that would be to dream, of you.

    Falling in love is less about falling than it is about rising up, why would you ever want to sink back down into indifference?

    I don’t live for myself, I live for the ones I love.

    If we never take risks, should we ever expect rewards?

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    Soul mates here and soul mates there, it would seem they’re everywhere, yet this is so far from true, for soul mates are very, very rare.

    What we have, what we don’t, what we will, and what we won’t.

    Lies aren’t sweetened with honey, they’re sweetened with saccharin, perhaps that accounts for the bitter aftertaste lies leave.

    The truth is never harsh, though the deeds it uncovers often are.

    Corporations are interested in profit, not truth. When people become the same… that is true cause for shame.

    Our most essential communications don’t use words, but our eyes and our heart. Few speak that language.

    Words so neatly aligned, in orderly, flowing line, yet hidden in plain sight unseen, the thoughts we plant between.

    In every moment there is room, to think of everyone we love.

    Change for its own sake serves no one.

    An interesting thing about people that wish to threaten others is that they so often don’t like to be threatened themselves.

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    I would rather be miserable, than indifferent.

    Our hearts know right from wrong, they need no instruction in this art.

    “I try to be be good, mommie, but sometimes I just can’t.” – Eden. Our 4yr old granddaughter.

    And that is precisely the reason I love little kids, they haven’t yet learn to lie, or to think there is ever reason why.

    If the means is evil, no end can ever justify it.

    In a battle between Nature and government, Nature will win. And in a battle between man and the Environment, both will lose.

    For rhymes to flow they need rhythm, and for words to have worth they need meaning.

    Our future path with possibility we pave, and our past… with failed dreams of concrete have we cast.

    If tears are a soul’s expression of sad, perhaps smiles are a soul’s expression of glad.

    Meaning from the poet’s heart, upon the paper is cast, there perceived by the reader’s eye, and by their heart, is understood.