tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45016509152638626122023-07-18T00:57:48.905-04:00BABY IGNORANCE - Life Lessons for Babies of the Next GenerationNothing but baby talk...Jeffrey Concertohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10151251392443738821noreply@blogger.comBlogger61125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4501650915263862612.post-32423787761220535122015-08-27T16:55:00.001-04:002022-03-12T22:53:55.942-05:00Be My Friend At times I covet material things to impress others, but quickly realize those impressed are as superficial as the things themselves. Jeffrey Concertohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10151251392443738821noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4501650915263862612.post-30999215251541943882015-06-18T16:23:00.001-04:002022-03-12T22:54:21.511-05:00Lost & Found<div style="text-align: left;">
When lost, the best place to look is inside.</div>
Jeffrey Concertohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10151251392443738821noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4501650915263862612.post-57085398402422750962013-06-18T16:29:00.003-04:002022-03-12T22:54:52.350-05:00Ambitious DenialThe more we deny who we are, the less we will be who we want.Jeffrey Concertohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10151251392443738821noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4501650915263862612.post-29830247813514898092013-04-07T20:40:00.001-04:002022-03-12T22:55:17.749-05:00Honest With Our FeelingsLove is a beautiful word to conceal our lust.Jeffrey Concertohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10151251392443738821noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4501650915263862612.post-25807833457176525452013-03-31T20:31:00.001-04:002022-03-12T22:58:15.762-05:00The Courageous LifeIt's easy to live the life you don't want and difficult to live the one you do. We too often settle for the easy life, letting the one we want pass us by, forever dancing in the back of our mind, teasing us with what could have been, taunting us with what is. <div><br /></div><div>It is never too late to be courageous; to trade the cowardly life we accepted for the valiant life we dreamed of. One single day pursuing the life we dream is greater than an eternity escaping the life we dread.</div>Jeffrey Concertohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10151251392443738821noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4501650915263862612.post-20847313414094505092012-11-28T15:50:00.001-05:002022-03-12T22:59:05.749-05:00Only TodayNothing is done tomorrow, only today. Too often we escape today with the hope of tomorrow, leaving our lives unlived, our dreams unfulfilled. Today is our last resort, tomorrow our retreat; surrendering to the future we become stagnant and dead.<br />
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If we want to change, if we want to be, if we want to live the life we dreamed, we must act today, we must act now, for tomorrow never comes and today will always be.Jeffrey Concertohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10151251392443738821noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4501650915263862612.post-46560772648904603352012-08-15T17:12:00.001-04:002022-03-12T22:59:39.002-05:00Tick, Tock . . .As time ticks by, we sit back and wonder why, we let it move so fast without enjoying every moment like the last.
Jeffrey Concertohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10151251392443738821noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4501650915263862612.post-68135479320973617052012-07-05T15:34:00.000-04:002012-11-22T01:20:26.458-05:00A Fateful LessonSo long as we leave our lives in the hands of fate, we will long for the life we had not the will to create.Jeffrey Concertohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10151251392443738821noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4501650915263862612.post-58797856060725435472011-06-08T20:13:00.000-04:002012-11-22T01:23:40.259-05:00The Ideal and the RealityUpon reflection, one realizes one has few friends, but many users.Jeffrey Concertohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10151251392443738821noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4501650915263862612.post-23775581791431544172011-06-02T17:55:00.003-04:002012-11-22T01:23:53.983-05:00Knowing and SeeingThe moment one claims to "know," true seeing ceases and illusion begins.Jeffrey Concertohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10151251392443738821noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4501650915263862612.post-75441124920972270002011-02-03T17:19:00.001-05:002012-11-22T01:24:30.387-05:00Our Own Best DoctorA walk a day keeps the psychologist away.Jeffrey Concertohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10151251392443738821noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4501650915263862612.post-76586115844898701352011-01-28T17:46:00.002-05:002014-02-07T05:32:20.073-05:00The Scared Ego, The Sacred NobodyThe ego arises from our fear of being nobody.Jeffrey Concertohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10151251392443738821noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4501650915263862612.post-30381013189009803732011-01-20T19:15:00.000-05:002012-11-22T01:25:41.850-05:00Lust And LoveI believe in lust at first sight, for love requires none at all.Jeffrey Concertohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10151251392443738821noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4501650915263862612.post-63986954731959830492011-01-13T18:43:00.002-05:002012-11-22T01:25:47.340-05:00Strike At The RootIgnorance of self is the root of all hate.Jeffrey Concertohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10151251392443738821noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4501650915263862612.post-40610774450571997942011-01-06T17:19:00.001-05:002012-11-22T01:25:36.873-05:00The Best MedicineLove is the gateway drug to life.Jeffrey Concertohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10151251392443738821noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4501650915263862612.post-57534398090155672522010-06-02T21:33:00.001-04:002012-11-22T01:26:22.732-05:00Manifest DestinyTo believe destiny is written by any other than thee, is to fall victim to monotony and make life mere lottery.<br />
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To stake our life on the roll of dice, to sacrifice our will to satisfy our vice, to become experimental mice of an imaginary poltergeist, is the greatest heist orchestrated by man-made device.<br />
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It is blaspheme to leave our destiny in the hands of fantasy, and our responsibility to will our dream to reality.Jeffrey Concertohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10151251392443738821noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4501650915263862612.post-35780875114891626332010-05-12T20:27:00.004-04:002012-11-22T01:26:28.579-05:00Once Upon a TimeOur ancestors feared and worshipped gods; we fear our humanity and worship ourselves.Jeffrey Concertohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10151251392443738821noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4501650915263862612.post-85926091380189842732010-03-27T16:23:00.003-04:002012-11-22T01:26:35.324-05:00Happy BirthdayEvery day we awake from the womb of sleep resurrected from the death of yesterday, born again to the life of today. Every day is our birthday; a day to rejoice, to celebrate, to dance. <br />
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Too many of us are caught up in ritual, tradition, and our own ambition; too many of us make the extraordinary ordinary, our every day everyday; too many of us leave the living for the dead.<br />
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Each day, for our birthday, the cake of opportunity is baked, the candle of being is lit, the gift of Life presented; but we spit on our cake, blow out our candle, and curse our gift.<br />
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Like a spoiled child we pull our hair, cry our eyes, and scream for more, more, more! Our pulling only causes suffering, our tears only blur beauty, our screams only express our wildest fear of emptiness, emptiness, emptiness.<br />
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What more can be given to us who have it all? What present, what gift, is more precious and valuable than life itself?<br />
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We do not wish to understand, instead, we the spoiled children of the world work jobs we hate to buy things we don’t need, marry people we don’t love to save us from being alone, and let our whiny roar for more, more, more tear us apart like an internal civil war.<br />
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We must treat the child like an adult, we must listen to our emotions and thoughts; we must watch as they are created and destroyed, understand how and why they come and go. <br />
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Only then can we give birth to a new us, a new child, who is not spoiled, but feels spoiled with all the wonder and joy life offers. Who shares one’s cake with one’s enemies, who kindles others’ candles with one’s own, who blushingly, with gratitude and humbleness, accepts the gift of Life.<br />
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Only then will we realize that every day is truly our birthday. That birthdays don’t just celebrate the yearly anniversary of coming from the womb, but the daily regeneration of life’s bloom.Jeffrey Concertohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10151251392443738821noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4501650915263862612.post-59968587123540721752010-03-24T19:25:00.003-04:002012-11-22T01:26:40.902-05:00The Fountain of YouthDear explorer, the Fountain of Youth flows neither in the East nor the West. Its sunny spring hides not in the tropical forest or on the mythical island. Its gushing waters are neither bound in the pages of a book nor sealed within a drug.<br />
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The Fountain of Youth rests within our body, its waters waiting to be tapped by our heart; unleashed with the disillusion of the mind and freeing of our being; its spring let loose to swim in our blood, circulate through our body, pulsate under our skin, and emanate from our being. <br />
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So throw away your ships, my explorers, and set your sails within, for the greatest exploration exists not across the deepest ocean or in the farthest reaches of space, but in the bodies and minds of the explorers themselves.Jeffrey Concertohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10151251392443738821noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4501650915263862612.post-69943517371324503152010-03-22T23:53:00.009-04:002012-11-22T01:26:45.611-05:00The Greatest Book of AllWe are the author of the book called Life. We write its story only once with the pen of our actions and the language of our being. Performed by the heart, not the imagination; written in blood, not ink; upon the soul, not paper; from our birthly beginning to our peaceful ending, we control the swift movements of our actions upon the soul, determining character, deciding whether, Life be a tragedy or triumph.<br />
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The greatest stories are not remembered for their length, but for the truth and being emanating from their each and every sentence. The yearly chapters order the chaos, giving structure to the beautiful masterpiece, making Life a wholly book. A wholly book authored not by destiny, but by ourselves; a wholly book which is not just any book, but the greatest book of all.<br />
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Do not let Life's pages go to waste, my brothers and sisters, for each and every square inch is a testament to Humanity.Jeffrey Concertohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10151251392443738821noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4501650915263862612.post-7108781097754253662010-03-17T22:42:00.001-04:002012-11-22T01:27:50.151-05:00Concrete BeliefTruth cannot penetrate walls built before the ear, for bricks of belief do nothing but make the mind concrete.Jeffrey Concertohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10151251392443738821noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4501650915263862612.post-6654661611546409332010-03-16T22:29:00.004-04:002012-11-22T01:27:31.268-05:00The State of HeavenHeaven is not a holy state, but a state of mind. It exists not in the clouds, but on earth. It requires not a journey of flight, but a journey of mind. Ruled by oneself, not by one god; reached by the sacrifice of the Ego, not the Savior. A state where all present are loved as one, not where all loved ones past are present; a state of satisfaction derived from overcoming sensual pleasure, not a place where one is overcome by sensual pleasures and satisfied. <br />
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One need not look up for Heaven, nor down, but inside; one need not search the skies for a god, nor the seas, but the body; one need not believe in myth, nor in legend, but in oneself; for Heaven is an earth, and Earth is a heaven.Jeffrey Concertohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10151251392443738821noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4501650915263862612.post-82755797364693107622010-03-11T22:37:00.009-05:002012-11-22T01:27:37.712-05:00True Love is Not LoveTrue Love is not a kiss on the lips, a sexual embrace, the ring on a finger. True Love is not fragile as to swing like a pendulum from love to hate, hate to love. True Love is not selective as to pick, like a contest, one among all. True Love is not dependent as to cause withdrawal like a drug when a lover is absent. True Love is not violent as to be guarded like a possession coveted by its owner. True Love is not temporary as to flee like a thief when attraction fades. True Love is not limited as to be expressed like an idea in a word.<br />
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True love is not separation, but cooperation; True Love is not hindrance, but dance; True Love is not love, but an all encompassing state of being that unites this and that, us and them, I and you.Jeffrey Concertohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10151251392443738821noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4501650915263862612.post-1473571261445822002010-03-09T22:31:00.001-05:002012-11-22T01:28:21.196-05:00The Sleeping DreamWe sleepwalk through life and awake in our dreams, never fully living life and awakening our dreams; discouraged by others; transformed in time; from a child of hope and wonder to a grave of despair and expectation. <br />
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Our dreams can wait till we sleep or our life can act out our dreams, the choice is ours, to dream life away or live the life we dream.Jeffrey Concertohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10151251392443738821noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4501650915263862612.post-8245053808814228992010-03-04T20:34:00.003-05:002012-11-22T01:28:30.788-05:00Universal ReflectionWe all want to change the world, but no one wants to change oneself.<br />
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I hear many of us say why can’t there be peace in the world when there’s no peace within ourselves. I hear many of us scream stop the wars when there’s a war ongoing within ourselves. I hear many of us say there’s too much hate in the world when there’s too much hate in our heart. I hear many of us yell stop the violence when we are violent ourselves.<br />
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In order for there to be change outside, there must be change inside. In order for there to be love in the world, there must be love in our hearts, in order for there to be peace without, there must be peace within, in order for the world to be one, we must be one, for we are a reflection of the world and the world is a reflection of us.Jeffrey Concertohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10151251392443738821noreply@blogger.com