1. We are our own best experts. No one knows us better than us. Nobody but us has seen with our eyes the things we’ve seen, and most importantly, no one but us has experienced our lives in quite the same way that we have. What others do know of us, they know only through what they see and what we tell them. It is our choice whether or not to invite others to see with our eyes or walk in our shoes; it is their choice whether or not to do so.
2. We are our own worst enemies. No one does a better job of deceiving us or treating ourselves badly than we do. No one can do a better job of finding ways to ignore our innermost thoughts and fears than we can. Certainly, other people may try to make us feel badly, or want us to be different than we are; however, their success depends on our willingness to let them succeed in doing so. Our success in doing ourselves wrong depends solely on intention.
3. The worst thing about having so many choices is having to choose. No one can say for sure who is truly worse off: the one who is forced to do something and wishes she or he could do something entirely different, or the one who freely chooses to do something and later regrets it.
4. Imagination is the one true measure of freedom. It’s not a matter of what you can or cannot do, but what you think you can or cannot do that matters. Inevitably, the rest will follow in time. Being open to experience or the possibilities of every situation reflects the inner strength of one who has established harmony within oneself.
5. Wisdom is having more questions than answers. The one who has found all the answers to his or her questions has run out of questions. The one who has run out of questions has run out of learning. A person who ceases to learn has also ceased to experience. And a person who has run out of experience cannot be wise.
6. Search long and hard enough for something and you’ll surely find it. Sometimes we look for something when there is nothing. However, if we keep looking for it to be there, almost miraculously it will be--this is especially true of limitations. Moreover, the harder we look for a certain quality of limitation, the more likely it is to appear before our very eyes. At the same time, if you look too hard for something you might miss it altogether.
7. Sometimes we try so hard to be what we’re not that we may forget who we are. Our nature provides us with opportunities for becoming something much greater than ourselves. However, if a circle tries to bend by ignoring its center, it’s no longer a circle.
THE SIMPLE TRUTH
The newborn soul is tolerant, accepting and willing to give anyone a chance. They are easy to read and easily influenced by others. They seem to have a fresh perspective on life, and are very creative. Inventive and artistic, they are the trend setter. They have an upbeat spirit and like almost everything. Friends are made easily and often have long standing friendships. Impulsive and trusting, they fall in love a little too easily. I am not the newborn soul.....
We live upon this world
By evolution
We evolved from it’s depths
By creation we were made
From the dust upon it’s surface
Whichever you hold to your heart
Makes this Earth our Mother
And as any good mother
She feeds and shelters her children
Watches them grow and play
Sees their progress and their failures
And like any good mother
When her children need discipline
She gives it
Though our Mother Earth’s discipline
Teaches a hard lesson
For as gentle as is her love
So to is the vehemence of her anger
She has demonstrated
To us again and again
What it means to incur her wrath
She has shook the ground we walk on
And she has washed it from beneath our feet
She has spit out molten rock
And turned our fields to shallow lakes
And still we do not listen!
I dance and I see myself dancing
She weeping dropped a tear,
and when it fell
A poet caught the little pearly sphere
And questioned it;
and his enraptured ear
Caught up the things which it began to tell.
He heard the tone of solemn sounding knell
O'er a departed Hope; the cry of Fear;
The wail of Anguish; and soft sighings dear
Which make the lover's lonely bosom swell.
And there he saw ensphered a mother's heart,
Bleeding for her lost child; and open grave,
And Love amid the trophies of his dart,
With every throb of passion that it gave.
All heights of joy, and depths of woe, were here
Encompassed in the ocean of a tear.
We are what we think. 
If you would have it so,
I will end my singing.
If it sets your heart aflutter,
I will take away my eyes from your face.
If it suddenly startles you in your walk,
I will step aside and take another path.
If it confuses you in your flower-weaving,
I will shun your lonely garden.
If it makes the water wanton and wild,
I will not row my boat by your bank.
