Nature
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There are natural cures for almost everything right outside your door. I have acid reflux issues from taking acid blockers for years and then stopping. There’s a slippery elm in the woods beside my apartment. I can harvest the bark from it in season. That’s another thing: harvest this medicine in season and then store…
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I took a walk through the wooded area around my apartments today and found a pharmacy there. I wrote extensively about it here.
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I bet this is in the Bible. I will try to research it later and see if so, but we do know all throughout the Bible wells are mentioned prominently as are people bathing or washing in rivers. Mostly allegorically. Do you know why even cites on rivers and lakes always dug wells or were…
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Give your life to save a tree.The tree will not forget.You’re both eternal at the heart.And lucky that you’ve met.Our souls are all familiarWith each other, this is true.At night when humans sleep.Our souls hang out and croon.
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Flowers, too, need showers.It’s nearly April now.And all of them are thirsty.(I spoke to some just now.)They said to be so happy.I always am when rainComes to feed the flowersIt’s like my favorite day.I want them all to thrive.Be happy as they make me—I love you little flowers.I never will forsake thee.
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Hark, the bell is tolling for us all.For we allowed the wicked to succeed.The world we’ve built is destined soon to fall.For we’ve allowed the greedy men to lead.And they are greedy purely for greed’s sakeFor who can be fulfilled extracting moreFrom Mother Earth than Mother Earth can take?Humanity’s a thing that I deplore.Most ev’ry…
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A windswept, vacant verdant field Where all my dreams reside— Secrets that I dare not yield! I’d rather keep inside. Although I let its grasses grow, I rather think the world Of that verdant and windswept field Of Nature’s grace unfurled—
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Autumn—While We Have It
Longing now for Autumn—for a Season so serene. Leaves litter my lawn and not a Single space between. Autumn bringing temperatures So varied and extreme It seems reality is blurred And everything’s a dream. But if I’m really dreaming When I wake what will I find? A hotbed here of Hell or just a World…
Musings of the Mad 