The fact that I can plant a seed and it becomes a flower, share a bit of knowledge and it becomes another’s, smile at someone and receive a smile in return, are to me continual spiritual exercises.
~ Leo Buscaglia
Tag: knowledge
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Common People Lyrics
Song Lyrics on Allspirit
Pulp
She came from Greece, she had a thirst for knowledge
She studied sculpture at Saint Martin’s College
That’s where I caught her eye
She told me that her Dad was loaded
I said “In that case I’ll have rum and coca-cola
She said “fine”
And then in 30 seconds time she said
“I want to live like common people
I want to do whatever common people do
I want to sleep with common people
I want to sleep with common people like you”
Well what else could I do?
I said “I’ll see what I can do”
I took her to a supermarket
I don’t know why
but I had to start it somewhere
so it started there
I said “pretend you’ve got no money”
but she just laughed
and said “oh you’re so funny”
I said “Yeah
Well I can’t see anyone else smiling in here
Are you sure
you want to live like common people
you want to see whatever common people see
you want to sleep with common people
you want to sleep with common people like me?”
But she didn’t understand
she just smiled and held my hand
Rent a flat above a shop
Cut your hair and get a job
Smoke some fags and play some pool
Pretend you never went to school
But still you’ll never get it right
‘cos when you’re laid in bed at night
watching roaches climb the wall
if you called your dad he could stop it all
yeah
You’ll never live like common people
You’ll never do whatever common people do
You’ll never fail like common people
You’ll never watch your life slide out of view
and then dance and drink and screw
because there’s nothing else to do
Sing along with the common people
Sing along and it might just get you through
Laugh along with the common people
Laugh along although they’re laughing at you
and the stupid things that you do
because you think that poor is cool
Like a dog lying in a corner
they will bite you and never warn you
Look out
they’ll tear your insides out
‘cos everybody hates a tourist
especially one who thinks
it’s all such a laugh
yeah and the chip stain’s grease
will come out in the bath
You will never understand
how it feels to live your life
with no meaning or control
and with nowhere else to go
You are amazed that they exist
and they burn so bright
whilst you can only wonder why
Rent a flat above a shop
Cut your hair and get a job
Smoke some fags and play some pool
Pretend you never went to school
But still you’ll never get it right
’cause when you’re laid in bed at night
watching roaches climb the wall
if you called your dad he could stop it all
yeah
You’ll never live like common people
You’ll never do whatever common people do
You’ll never fail like common people
You’ll never watch your life slide out of view
and then dance and drink and screw
‘because there’s nothing else to do
I want to live with common people like you…..Index of Lyrics on Allspirit
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Teaching
Kahlil Gibran
From The Prophet
THEN said a teacher, Speak to us of Teaching.
And he said:
No man can reveal to you aught but that which
already lies half asleep in the dawning of your knowledge.The teacher who walks in the shadow of the
temple, among his followers, gives not of his
wisdom but rather of his faith and his lovingness.If he is indeed wise he does not bid you enter
the house of his wisdom, but rather leads you to
the threshold of your own mind.The astronomer may speak to you of his understanding
of space, but he cannot give you his understanding.The musician may sing to you of the rhythm which
is in all space, but he cannot give you the ear which
arrests the rhythm nor the voice that echoes it.And he who is versed in the science of numbers
can tell of the regions of weight and measure, but
he cannot conduct you thither.For the vision of one man lends not its wings to
another man.And even as each one of you stands alone in
God’s knowledge, so must each one of you be alone
in his knowledge of God and his understanding of the earth.Read more Kahlil Gibran poems