Weekend Meditation: The Wall

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Remember Kahn´s tag: ´Walls are stronger than those who defend them´… or words to that effect?

Well …. :

´… If I could put a notion …´

Mending Wall

By: Robert Frost

Something there is that doesn't love a wall,
That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it,
And spills the upper boulders in the sun,
And makes gaps even two can pass abreast.
The work of hunters is another thing:
I have come after them and made repair
Where they have left not one stone on a stone,
But they would have the rabbit out of hiding,
To please the yelping dogs. The gaps I mean,
No one has seen them made or heard them made,
But at spring mending-time we find them there.
I let my neighbor know beyond the hill;
And on a day we meet to walk the line
And set the wall between us once again.
We keep the wall between us as we go.
To each the boulders that have fallen to each.
And some are loaves and some so nearly balls
We have to use a spell to make them balance:
'Stay where you are until our backs are turned!'
We wear our fingers rough with handling them.
Oh, just another kind of out-door game,
One on a side. It comes to little more:
There where it is we do not need the wall:
He is all pine and I am apple orchard.
My apple trees will never get across
And eat the cones under his pines, I tell him.
He only says, 'Good fences make good neighbors'.
Spring is the mischief in me, and I wonder
If I could put a notion in his head:
'Why do they make good neighbors? Isn't it
Where there are cows?
But here there are no cows.
Before I built a wall I'd ask to know
What I was walling in or walling out,
And to whom I was like to give offence.
Something there is that doesn't love a wall,
That wants it down.' I could say 'Elves' to him,
But it's not elves exactly, and I'd rather
He said it for himself. I see him there
Bringing a stone grasped firmly by the top
In each hand, like an old-stone savage armed.
He moves in darkness as it seems to me~
Not of woods only and the shade of trees.
He will not go behind his father's saying,
And he likes having thought of it so well
He says again, "Good fences make good neighbors."

***

´Fleeting Glimpse Of Momentary Zen

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kUXMZS4FIfY&feature=related

´Hey You … don´t help them to bury the lie …

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Imagine the neighborhood … one after the other ….

http://www.dailypaul.com/node/94316#comment-1034659

Imagine: Waves Of Change

http://www.dailypaul.com/node/97546#comment-1075483

rÈvolve … to Try Harder …. Ironically, aged ... harder than stone –

http://www.dailypaul.com/node/97588#comment-1074205

Right Here, Right Now

( http://www.dailypaul.com/node/89767?page=8 )

Viva la *r’Evolution … Ascent from the Dialectic`

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`From Dust: I´ve now landed even more netless hinter … where there are cows … and perhaps high walls are warranted as, I´ve learned, unimaginary cavemen terrorize in privateering theft of laptops … but yet I drive-by this morning, if only to say: ´Hi … I hold you in my thoughts revolting ;-) … and miss you all, my neighbors … Hope to some day sooner, than later, stroll-by for a coffee clutch.´

Do have a Good Morning! …. Remember,remember …. It´s becoming ;-) ´

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As Yogi Berra

would say " If you come to a folk in the road take it."

Prepare & Share the Message of Freedom through Positive-Peaceful-Activism.

Glad you stopped by LibBerte. :)

Liberty Belle and I were just talking about you yesterday. Hadn't seen you in a while.

Thank you for the meditative post.

The road not taken

I think it was in 1st grade that I first read this and it moved me.
Now-a-days people refer to taking the red pill.
Thanks for the reminder
'I wish we would evolve beyond the need for politics and religion'-FoxCreek.

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveller, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I--
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference - Robert Frost