The goal of Onebirdie is
To promote freedom liberty and
The possibilities of life often
Not appreciated in daily stresses but
Felt striking the golf ball soaring
Through the open sky like
Onebirdie flying over
The ocean
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Tuesday, October 25, 2011
Friday, October 21, 2011
The True Power
What separates us from animals
Some say it is our ability to love
Others say we have compassion
And others say it is only intelligence
But what truly makes us different
Is our possession of free will
Not the free will to pursue pleasure
Not the free will to attain power
Or the free will to amass wealth
But the free will to choose
A path that is self sacrificing
To choose others over oneself
Good over evil
The true power of free will
Lies not in doing what you want
But in not doing what you want
Unless what you want is good
Doing whatever you want
Makes us no different
From animals
Some say it is our ability to love
Others say we have compassion
And others say it is only intelligence
But what truly makes us different
Is our possession of free will
Not the free will to pursue pleasure
Not the free will to attain power
Or the free will to amass wealth
But the free will to choose
A path that is self sacrificing
To choose others over oneself
Good over evil
The true power of free will
Lies not in doing what you want
But in not doing what you want
Unless what you want is good
Doing whatever you want
Makes us no different
From animals
Wednesday, October 5, 2011
Like a Painting
Spring summer autumn winter
Every season has a beauty in itself
Appropriate for that season
Like the colors of leaves
In the autumn forest
And the warmth of rising sun
In the spring
But no matter how beautiful
A rose in the winter
Will not attract bees
Nor will tree without leaves
Provide shade in the summer
Without purpose
Everything is meaningless
Like a painting
In empty museum
Every season has a beauty in itself
Appropriate for that season
Like the colors of leaves
In the autumn forest
And the warmth of rising sun
In the spring
But no matter how beautiful
A rose in the winter
Will not attract bees
Nor will tree without leaves
Provide shade in the summer
Without purpose
Everything is meaningless
Like a painting
In empty museum
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