Jessica Bibbee

Posts Tagged ‘last’

20120504

In aphorism, proverb on 20120504 at 12:28

The fool call it a ‘mid-life crisis’; the wise call it a ‘near-death awakening’.

There is no greater death than that which is lived.

The fool live without breathing, the wise without expiring.

Ride out the storm; get your spurs on!

When at last the fool can hide no longer from the light of day, a hole is dug.

20120221

In aphorism, proverb, rumination on 20120221 at 23:59

Every beaten path was forged first by a single person -why not you?

For every leader that someone cares to follow, there are many others that no one dares to follow.

To be quenched of a thirst that one was not aware of, to at last gain cognizance of a hunger unknown, is to have an epiphany, to be enlightened, to be awakened.

20110313

In aphorism, rumination on 20110313 at 23:28

The mark of a question is more lasting than the point of an exclamation.

Rules are but figments, unless submitted to.

20101207

In aphorism, haiku, poetry, proverb on 20101207 at 23:36

Judge only those with whom you can empathize.

Tomorrow will not feed the hunger of today.

Worry only of today’s hunger, and tomorrow will feed itself.

If one follows their gut, they will always have guts.

When information is framed, only education is tied, only knowledge sentenced, only wisdom slain.

Excuse befits the guilty; truth befits the innocent.

Hold a man to his capacity to err, and he will fail; hold the same man to his level of ability, and he will succeed.

When the Future quarrels with the Present, only the Past has the last word.

Complaining differs from venting, in that, it is with ability and without action to resolve the matter.

To be a friend, one must not lend a shoulder to lighten the burden, only lend an ear to lessen the brooding.

An omelette is not made by wishing for eggs.

Brilliant words only after brilliant eyes and brilliant ears.

《the night》
the night is a fickle lover
longing and lingering and
leaving me to morn.

《couth》
If one articulates
In triplets, would you say
one is high couth?

20101201

In aphorism, haiku, poetry, proverb, rumination on 20101201 at 12:23

It is not enough for anger to be bridled; it must be broken so that a bridle is not needed.

《the sun》
first crack of dawn, final setting of the sun
an everyday affair, seen always
as if the first and the last time.

《On Writing》
The joy of writing is the culmination of experience, the surprise birth of thoughts onto a world of paper; -watching, in hindsight, how the words flow, without warning. To be ready as the paper, willing as the pen.

20101123

In aphorism, proverb, rumination, tale on 20101123 at 11:23

Apathy is fear, incognito.
Anger is fear, unleashed.
Action is fear, confronted.

With folded hands and closed eyes, we choose to be the fool, the dead, or the wise.

《Learning to BE》
The child asks the elder, “How to BE?”

The elder utters, “Child, close your eyes and fold your hands. And you will find the wisdom to BE”.

The child scans the earth and rebuts, “It is the fool that fold their hands idly and close their eyes tightly. I do not wish to be a fool, I simply wish to BE.”

Again the elder says, “Child, close your eyes and fold your hands. And the wisdom to BE, you will find.”

Hands raised to the sky, again the child refutes, “It is the dead that rest infinitely with eyes aclosed and hands afolded. I do not wish to be dead, I simply wish to BE!”

One last time, the elder states, “Child, your able hands are raised upwards, yet you fail to grasp; your eyes are opened wide, yet you fail to see. -That if all you wish for, is simply to BE, it is but with folded hands and closed eyes, that you shall understand -you already ARE.”

20101117

In aphorism, proverb, rumination on 20101117 at 10:18

Short words are always long on feeling.

The art of accepting a compliment is humble denial.

A fool lavishes flattery, the wise bestow compliments.

One’s words are like stones, to be thrown at another or used to build another up.

One’s energy blows like the wind, destructively against a wall or constructively against a windmill.

A windmill rolls with the wind, not against it, and so exploits false opposition to gain true momentum.

Only with friction, does anything gain traction.

《on walls》
May any border, any wall constructed, be made with deliberation and great skill, such that when at last we soften to the wisdom of history and realize the foolishness that is cemented with each mortaring of every brick, we may retain and also preserve a symbol of foolishness overcome, to remind us that a wall should not divide two peoples, but span the divide -so as to join them.

20091103

In aphorism, proverb on 20091103 at 11:51

Religion is a last resort for the righteous.

For every inaction, there is a double-reaction.

A day in another’s shoes is the day before we ever understand our own shoes. Only after knowing others’ shoes and then our own, are we aware of our feet, aware of how our feet fit into this world -and that this world is made up mostly of others’ feet.

Who is not in the present, is absent.

20091005

In aphorism, proverb on 20091005 at 23:56

We may learn from a book, but we live only from experience.

Everyday has the same potential as the last -and the next.

A fool exports willingly of his ways, but imports not of the wise.

The righteous flag of colonialism needs not the wind to blow.

20090311

In aphorism, proverb on 20090311 at 12:11

Patience will get you nowhere, without the next step.

Nationalistic sentiments are a last and desperate attempt to assign self-worth in the vain name of patriotiotism.