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They look pretty but not Chinese.

They look pretty but not Chinese.

It is a shame if you are a sham.

Something looks strange.

Something looks strange.

For true recognition drop the act, be your self. Pretending to be something you are not is not a good idea. Because we can not take the credit, the applause go to the actor. We know we are pretending and we can not deceive our self. We can not accept a complement when we know we do not deserve it. We have to earn it to enjoy it.

Pick the poser.

Pick the poser.

 To be trusted we have to be trustworthy and honest. To be respected we must be respectable. To be loved we must give love. Our lives are a reflexion of ourself.

This is a genuine father on act.

This is a genuine father and son.

 All the acting, the splendid performance, is for nothing when we know we are not the hero. We know when we are a minor part of a performance, we need to get real.

You are all mixed up pretending.

You are all mixed up pretending.

 Our ego is the villian in the act, wanting those applause by fair means or foul. The ego is not really you and when you realise this the acting ends. Reality takes place, no more stage props are needed. The powder and paint, the fancy garments are not necessary. We can be our self and relax. All the costly stage props advertised to tempt our ego are unnecessary. We are free to make our own choices of what we need. Not what a greedy ego wants as a status symbol. 

No one is putting on an act when we go to the beach.

No one is putting on an act when we go to the beach.

Being an actor is not an easy job. It is like being a politician. You have to learn your lines and be in the limelight under the public scrutiny. All the publicity and hype can be overwhelming. Just too much for the ego that now cries out for peace and quiet.

The ego can never be satisfied whether it gets what it wants or not, it is unsatisfied.

Mobile phone puts a hold on quiet time.

Mobile phone puts a hold on quiet time.

 We need quiet time to appreciate the beauty of reality, to clear our mind of worrying thoughts that disrupt our contentment. Time to chew on wholesome words and savour them. If they are greedily gobbled down their nourishment is lost.

This is more like it.

This is more like it.

 Slow down, life is not an action movie full of turbulence. With understanding it can be an enjoyable, true love story. Not an unreal, hectic TV romance. That is not what we need, we need the real thing. It is no good acting, you have to honestly carry out those noble deeds. That is what is needed to get true joy in life.

Feeding the Sea Gulls.

Feeding the Sea Gulls.

 

 

 

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Bark of Cork Oak.

Bark of Cork Oak.

The Way to Go.

Flowing water'

Flowing water’

 Wanting respect is the ego. Earning respect is gratifying; gratitude is appreciation of all the good surrounding us. This good does not come uninvited it must be encouraged by noble effort. Everything is interrelated, every action has a like reaction. Nothing exists alone, everything is interconnected. The ego’s wanting is the cause of our discontent this causes much of our unhappiness. Everything is in the flux of change, this is a natural law. Not to be in tune with this natural flow is to fight with the inevitable. Peace and contentment cannot be found in conflict.

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Sharing what I have found helpful, in my life experience and other people’s writing, I would like to pass on to others.  I have found much joy in this troubled world only because I have searched for knowledge. Ignorance is another cause of our sorrow. I have learned in life’s school of personal experience that happiness cannot be found at the expense of the world around us. Now aware that my obsessive desires for the unnecessary things brought costs I had not envisaged.  The cost of storage, maintaining and protecting those unnecessary things added to the initial cost. Extravagance by the greedy creates envy in the needy, gratifying the egos wanting causes much unhappiness.

ATM then shop till you drop.

ATM then shop till you drop.

Caring and sharing and endeavouring to overcome our faults leads to peace and contentment. The quest for peace and contentment should be our lifelong goal. Found by practicing noble ethics from all dogmas. Ethics obscured by religious hierarchies arguing about minor technicalities in their power struggle for supremacy. We must put these differences aside and get to the basic worthy points of agreement.  Equanimity is the ability to remain calm in the midst of turmoil, free from unproductive emotions. The quest to become a better person by learning our faults and trying to stop repeating them should be our reason to live. Pleasures are fleeting, joy and happiness never lasts, peace, contentment and equanimity are a more worthy and lasting goal.

Soft early morning mist.

Soft early morning mist.

This is my belief and I am grateful to have found much more peace and contentment following this philosophy. I may never reach my ultimate goal of perfect peace, contentment and equanimity in my life on earth.  Ironically wanting this state would cause me grief. It is a great quest that keeps me occupied and I know when I transcend this life this perfect state will be reached. Returning to the great unknown from where I came, perhaps returning home to join the vastness of infinity. At the end of my day I will be ready to rest in oblivion or paradise in the unknown.

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The way to go is to keep an open mind and feed the mind on the most ethical and wholesome examples available. If you eat rubbish your physical health will suffer and you will not be able to carry out your obligations. Whatever your senses absorb will reflect in your actions. Food, entertainment and all you encounter has an effect on the development of your character. This is the law of action and reaction, force creates a like response. You reflect life as a mirror except in more depth. It is no good being superficial you cannot accept a complement when it is not directed at what you know to be truly you. Do not hide behind subterfuge or you will never know truth.

A natural Aussie White Cockatoo.

A natural Aussie White Cockatoo.

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What is name  this rose?

What is the name of this rose?

What’s In a Name?

Known to no one Jack plays for fun.

Known to no one Jack plays for fun.

Jack Caldwell is an ordinary name for an ordinary person. I can work and make this name into a name of acclaim and transform my ordinary self into an extraordinary person.  With hard work and perseverance, I have been told anyone can achieve this. It is this well-trodden path that many people choose, to make their name of acclaim.

Sam Baroo would play for you.

Sam Baroo would play for you.

Do I want to join the jostling crowd clawing their way to an inevitable end, no my friend. I do not want to look back down the steep, rugged trail to see a joyless journey. I would rather sing and dance, love and romance, in tune with the song of a bird. Painting a picture of contentment I can then depart without resentment.

With much more talent than Jack.

With much more talent than Jack.

To make a name for myself I will use imagination and make my own name by lateral thinking. From all the heroes of the past the name I choose must outlast, withstanding the test of time, a name outstanding, and sublime. I have the phone book in my grasp but all the names appear ordinary. No name that rings a bell that will resound to waken everyone around, a peal that is appealing bringing forth a joyous feeling. This name must chime throughout the land a name so wondrous and grand.

Still most people never look back.

Still most people never look back.

I will graffiti my words, every place one must visit, and sign my signature for all to see, so everyone will remember me. Words of wisdom I will write, you will recall them late at night, to fill your dreams of wondrous things. I will paint my way every day, in every alley and walkway. Signing my name for all to see and you will remember me, for my pictures and calligraphy.  As I travel far and wide my music will be heard it will inspire happiness and dance. I will sing and play my ukulele, when you hear my music, you will give credit to my pseudonym, and say Sam Baroo the incredible, plain Jack will be forgotten. There will be no ‘play it again Sam’.

This is not Casablanca, no one says Play it again Sam..

This is not Casablanca, no one says Play it again Sam..

Without a self I will have no ego, no driving force to goad me on, I will live in peace and contentment. Let Sam Baroo take all the credit. His fame will not be ever lasting time conquers all in passing and nothing is permanent.

Jack paints but never expects to be hung.

Jack paints but never expects to be hung.

Stand centre stage Sam ‘as you like it’ take your bows while Jack stands in the wings enjoying the performance. “All the worlds a stage”, said Jack.  Sam’s teeth, Sam’s eyes, Sam’s everything.

My kind of advertising.

My kind of advertising.

 A new type of rose could be called Sam Baroo. I wonder how many varieties of roses there were in Shakespeare days. It sounds like they all had the same sweet smell, but one named Montague was a problem;

Juliet had no aversion, “Thou art thyself, though not a Montague. “What’s Montague? It is nor hand, nor foot, nor arm, nor face, nor any other part belonging to a man.”

This prompts me to say, “Where does that leave you Sam Baroo?”

A beautiful rose fits all occasions, both happy and sad.

A beautiful rose fits all occasions, both happy and sad.

Juliet would say, “O, be some other name! What’s in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet;”

Could this be the daughter of Al Martino's Painted Tainted Rose.

Could this be the daughter of Al Martino’s Painted Tainted Rose.

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