Natalie, Thanks for the good advice, I’ve lived with HIV for over twenty years, that will tell you how persistent I am – I talk about HIV freely with myself, so don’t think I feel intimadated in any manner. I just refuse to let myself be my own volunteer oppressor and repressor. When I took couses in ‘Nursery Management at San Francisco City College’ I learned more doing summer volunteer work on the campus horticultural compound in two months, then I did sitting in a class room for almost five months – I’m not knocking the teachers, I’m telling the truth. I’ve still got my old text books in horticulture, nursery management, and plant propagation – and I use to make my living gardening, before many things manifest in my life, HIV being one them. I’m real rusty with the garden business now, its been a long time since I’ve done any real work with a garden and mother nature – except for a few house plants I baby to death. I’ve decided its time to get back into my game with plants, or its not worth hanging around anymore, at least hanging around the Tenderloin where I live is no bargain and not worth dealing with as a reputable civil place for a human being to live. But thanks Natalie, thanks for the advice, I’ll consider it. Sorry to sound so heavy, just tired of living with the delusions and illusion proposed to me living in the Tenderloin. THANKS NATALIE, IVAN William Shakespeares Sonnet On Death, Birth, and Reincarnation June 22, 2013 Those hours, that with gentle work did frame The lovely gaze where every eye doth dwell, Will play the tyrants to the very same And that unfair which fairly doth excel; For never resting time leads summer on To hideous winter, and confounds him there; Sap check’d with frost, and lusty leaves quite gone, Beauty o’ersnow’d and bareness every where; Then, were not summer’s distillation left, A liquid prisoner pent in walls of glass, Beauty’s effect with beauty were bereft, Nor it, nor no remembrance what it was; But flowers distill’d, though they with winter meet, Leese but their snow; their substance still lives sweet. Then let not winter’s ragged hand deface In thee thy summer, ere thou be distill’d; Make sweet some vital; treasure thous some place With beauty’s treasure, ere it be self-kill’d. That use is not forbidden usury, Which happies those that pay the willing loan; That’s for thyself to breed another thee, Or ten times happier, be it ten for one; Ten times thyself were happier that thou art, If ten of thine ten times refigur’d thee; Then what could death do, if thou shouldst depart, Leaving the living in posterity; Be not self-will’d, for thou art much too fair To death’s conquest and make worms thine heir. By William Shakespeare IVAN’S REMARK ON THIS SONNET: This sonnet certainly describes many things that occur as obstacles in life, in particular the creation of a garden, because obstacles in life is like the metaphorical manifestation of winter. However, in fine Buddhist ethic and logic, where there is a great winter in life and living, there is also a great and beautiful spring and summer due to the cause for an effect winter’s obstacles provoked in hardship. Certainly one can expect more winter in living, but in actuality these are great benefits in their manifesting wonderful springs and summers full of lovely flowers, vegetables, and blossoming trees – such is ones individual life. Flaunting Ivan, IVAN EDGAR PRATT, Email: prattbuddhahood@gmail FACE BOOK: facebook/Ivanedgar.pratt?=tn_tnmn June 22, 2013 Truthful Journalistic Reports: rt/usa, and dw.de Sustainable Systems Environmental Ecology, WebPage: ecomerritt.org Resources For The Future, rff.org Financial Reports and Politics, WebPage: bloomberg Wikileaks, wikileaks.org Nichiren Daishonins Buddhism, groups.yahoo/group/NichirenDaishoninsBuddhism Be Creative: createtv GARDEN: Horticulture: gardensmart.tv FitnessSF Gym: WebPage: soma.fitnesssf NAM MYOHO RENGE KYO, sgi-usa.org
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