Actualized, pre-emptive, and ready

The Hawk sits anxiously

upon his throne,

awaiting the time for war.

Patience, planning, purpose,

passion, and preparation

lovingly serve the preservation

of self against a world of detractors and

assailants.

Let the judgment of the one-man

Council be swift, strong, suitable,

and serious.

Peace is a luxury for

fools and victims.

Only a submissive

accepts a status quo of

negligence and degradation.

Power is within,

established only upon

refusal of scraps, upon

venturing the step beyond.

Do the work.

Relinquish the past and all

sentimentality.

Vanquish the opposition.

No excuses, no blame, no regret,

no worry, no emotion, no frets.

Choose to be set free,

and never look back.

Tapping the power...tipping the scales

My animal spirit,

My totem,

My base,

My guide

My source

The hawk--

He doesn't play,

It's for keeps,

Kill or be killed...

No worry for peeps.

Designed for war

Ready for action

Release the animal

Tap the Power

Feel the Pain

Bring the rain.

Fight,

Fight,

Fight for your Life,

No reservations,

No hesitations,

No limits.

It's on.

And this is how hawks handle snakes!

(from the internet!)

An old man, a boy & a donkey were going to town.

The boy rode on the donkey & the old man walked.


As they went along they passed some people who
remarked "What a shame the old man is walking
and the boy is riding."


The man and boy thought maybe the critics were right,
so they changed positions.


Later they passed some people who
remarked "What a shame..... he makes that little boy
 walk." So they then decided they'd both walk!


Soon they passed some more people who remarked,
"They're really stupid to walk when they have a
decent donkey to ride." So, they both rode the donkey.


Now they passed some people who shamed them
by saying "How awful to put such a load on a poor
donkey."


The boy and man figured they were probably right,
so they decide to carry the donkey.


As they crossed the bridge, they lost their grip on
the animal and he fell into the river and drowned.


The moral of the story? If you try to please every-
one, you might as well...
Kiss your ass goodbye!

(And the choir said "A-men!,brother!")

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Once there was a man on a long journey

who came to a river.

He said to himself:

"This side of the river is very difficult

and dangerous to walk on,

and the other side seems much easier

and safer, but how shall I get across?"

So he built a raft out of branches and reeds

and safely crossed the river.

Then he thought to himself:

"This raft has been very useful to me

in crossing the river;

I will not abandon it to rot on the bank,

but will carry it along with me."

And thus he voluntarily assumed

an unnecessary burden.

Can this man be called a wise man?

This teaches that even a good thing,

when it becomes an unnecessary burden,

should be thrown away...

A Good Start to the Day

CHANGE THE TAPES

I'm capable, I'm strong, and I'm deserving.

If I want something, I have to work for it;
it isn't magic or rocket science.

Sometimes things work out, sometimes they don't.
It's called life, and nobody gets out alive.

It's all good, very little actually matters,
and trying to figure out or impose meaning in
every instance (or through connecting with a
magic genie) just overcomplicates shit.

So stop all the stressing and straining
and worrying (Yeah, that worry--it's
the most useless of emotions.)

Make a decsion; either you're going to Live,
or you're going to worry about stuff.
There isn't time nor energy for both.