All high poetry is infinite; it is as the first acorn, which contained all oaks potentially.
The mind has grown to its present state of consciousness as an acorn grows into an oak, or as saurians developed into mammals.
I have obviously failed to galvanize and prod, if not shame enough Americans to be ever vigilant not to let a Chicago communist-raised, communist-educated, communist-nurtured subhuman mongrel like the ACORN community organizer gangster Barack Hussein Obama to weasel his way into the top office of authority in the United States of America.
Time is different for a tree than for a man. Sun and soil and water, these are the things a weirwood understands, not days and years and centuries. For men, time is a river. We are trapped in its flow, hurtling from past to present, always in the same direction. The lives of trees are different. They root and grow and die in one place, and that river does not move them. The oak is the acorn, the acorn is the oak.
The rules in this new 'post-partisan' era are pretty simple: If the Democratic Party wants it, it's 'stimulus. ' If the Republican Party opposes it, it's 'politics' - as in headlines like this: 'Obama Urges GOP To Keep Politics To A Minimum On Stimulus. ' These are serious times: As the president says, it's the worst economic crisis since the Thirties. So politicians need to put politics behind them and immediately lavish $4. 19 billion on his community-organizing pals at the highly inventive 'voter registration' group ACORN for 'neighborhood stabilization activities.
Before birth; yes, what time was it then? A time like now, and when they were dead, it would be still like now: these trees, that sky, this earth, those acorn seeds, sun and wind, all the same, while they, with dust-turned hearts, change only.
An infinity of forest lies dormant within the dreams on one acorn.
Just as the acorn contains the mighty oak tree, the Self has everything it needs to fulfill its destiny. When the inner conditions are right, it naturally emerges.
How true it is that our destinies are decided by nothings and that a small imprudence helped by some insignificant accident, as an acorn is fertilized by a drop of rain, may raise the trees on which perhaps we and others shall be crucified.
Is the acorn better than the oak which is its fullness and completion?
The night I filled an inside straight: Even a blind hog's gonna root up an acorn once in a while.
They say a blind hog will find the acorn one day.
Even fools say something worthwhile now and again. Even a blind pig finds an acorn sometimes.
What I have in mind when I start to write could fit inside an acorn-an acorn, moreover, that rarely if ever grows into an oak. Write fiction and you relinquish reason. You start with an acorn and you end up with a mackerel.
It takes time for an acorn to turn into an oak, but the oak is already implied in the acorn.
Eventually, even a blind squirell will find an acorn.
ACORN is organizing to make sure the job of rebuilding New Orleans is done by the people of New Orleans and truly benefits the communities who have been hurt the most.
Even a blind squirrel finds an acorn now and again.
The creation of a thousand forests is in one acorn.
