Value vs. PriceThe craftsman walked into the room and heard the squeak. He set down his tool box, pulled out a hammer and nail, and pounded the nail into the floor with three quick blows.
The squeak was gone forever. The carpenter pulled out an invoice slip, on which he wrote the total of $45. Above that were two line items:
Hammering, $2
Knowing where to hammer $43.
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~ Jen
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"Every child is an artist. The problem is how to remain an artist once he grows up."
~ Pablo Picasso
xoxoxoxoxo
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But I'm just trying to love you in any kind of way.
If my heart were a sponge it would be filled with joyous thoughts and dreams from people from around the world.
If my heart were a rock it would protect those who have trusted me with their thought until the day I died.
I my thoughts could see past these thoughts of being a simple heart or sponge, I could see that my thoughts are true.
If my thoughts are true and my beliefs are, and I am like a heart and a sponge, i mean that I learn and understand more each day.
If I mean more each day; it would mean that those who have shown me the ways of my heart; and the likeness to a sponge are similar to that of a rock
If I am a rock then I must protect all which has been placed within it day by day, from being broken like a stone, and to grow more like a heart.
If you can understand as to your station either a heart, a rock, or a sponge, you will see how you need to grow.
If you can’t understand this. You need to seek help from someone who loves you like a rock, feels you like a heart and shows what it is to become a sponge.
A sponge teaches the rock to see the heart within.
The heart teaches us how to see how porous the rock may be.
The person shows us how to bring these things together, to show us compassion, love, truth, and most of all the feeling that lies within us all, and to become a greater part of each.
God said “let me be your rock, your heart and like a sponge you will learn the truth of the light which lives within you. I am the father, the son, and the spirit to guide you.
I am his rock and his heart, and his sponge so that he may share with me his wisdom. I fail no man; I simply fail myself if I don’t see his truth and understand his message to us all.
Arthur Irving®©™ , 13/01/2009 8:30:42 PM
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The Light and Dark shine's within us all.
I feel life all around, my heart begins to shake.
I remember the look deep in your eyes, so sure and undisturbed.
My vision of this place and us seems so unperturbed.
But in a chance that I miss a glance, I paint you with the colors
found in words.
But when you listen close, it doesn't seem so absurd.
To take you into my vision of heart, I use many a color.
But none so bright that could detract your heart, from a glance
A smile your undivided look of life, I’ll try to do you justice.
Listen close, close your eyes and try to feel the wind.
If I were to paint you with words, then full colors would be my pallet.
I'd start with a simple background, so complex but like no other.
I would use the deepest of blues, just like I see in your eyes.
The look of trees and water, as soft as your flawless skin.
The brilliance of your hair, would represent my star.
The softness of your lips, shimmering Like sunset on a still and
Vibrant pond.
Your strength of care and your giving, painted a royal blue.
But in the morning when I wake, all things that come to pass.
I feel so good every time that I look, I hold you dear to my heart.
We've spoken of things, of love so gentle but with strength.
My picture if not put together in just the most particular way.
May scare the weak at heart, I’m so glad we are living day by day.
If my eyes stopped to see, I would never be at a loss.
For when you are in love, the colors are the boss.
You have to paint your own, just let it come from your heart.
If your love is true, your speaking is all you need to do your part.
Colors of love are always bright!
Hold your loved one Ever so tight!
Just look into my heart.
Dedicated to the ladies in my world Art Irving
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The Light and Dark shine's within us all.
To see something that strikes you as such beauty that it takes your breath.
I wonder if at that moment. If asked to describe what you saw, how would it be done?
Do you describe the colours of each thing you see? Maybe I need more depth. If you have a moment of your so precious time, I would try and change the way you see the world.
The scene: a graveyard of lost men who fought in a war that no one wanted but they answered the call.
An Arch in the foreground surrounded by a wrought iron fence and a gate leading in.
The scene. A slight hill with old rich coloured Sandstone changed by the acid falling upon its surface day after day, year after year.
There is a building to the right of the arch composed of the same stone but with a newer cleaned look sometime in the last twenty years.
There is a blue sky and it is late September on the East coast of Canada with the sun at an angle when it shines’s in your eyes.
There is a fence at the breast of the hill separating the buildings property from the graveyard.
As the sun casts it’s shadow on the stones black with age with some people walking through on the different paths.
The statue has carvings, which are so defined as that it leaves you with the impression that they were given the utmost care in each detail.
The carving on the top, with the stance of pride, or ruler of all who come through these gates!
In the background there are these beautiful trees standing guard over the secrets and keeping those at rest protection from any storm.
But through this strength, allowing the gentle flow of light through the branches and lighting the path’s found below.
Like watching fireflies on a hot summer’s night frozen in flight for a moment for us to see.
And the colour of the trees showing greys with a slight touch of Brown on the sunny side of each, with a thin line of gold reflection from the light bouncing off the bark.
In all this time the sun had progressed through the trees towards the lion that stood guard on the Arch. Then for a moment when the sun reached that critical moment on that day.
It looked like there was a golden light emitting from the Lions protective stance.
It was then that I realized, that he was protecting those who protected us all in some war in some country where each one finally had to fall.
I hope that these words paint a picture in your mind.
For these were the soldiers, Our Brother’s, our Friend’s.
And for that moment when you can see that moment in time.
Remember that they died for us and our freedom and our children everywhere today.
I guess what I would say to those who remember is that, when November rolls around each year show that you care and buy a poppy from your local legion
Art Irving22/09/2005©
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The Light and Dark shine's within us all.
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“We are all a little weird and life's a little weird, and when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall in mutual weirdness and call it love.” -Unknown
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I am someone whom i never would imagine.
Burn Me.
Drown Me.
Tell Me Things I dont want to hear.
I still am who i am.
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