sage is a name, and also a plant. it used to be a restaurant near me, and was yummy :D there food tasted nice and im thinking it may have had sage in it :D
was very tasty. you can also brush your teeth with sage :D very good, om nom nomn
the old sage on the mountain gave me very good advice. “eat,” he said, “and be merry.”
I think I’ve heard it before though.
Maybe it was from that old beer commercial.
Who knows.
Maybe that commercial got it from this dude.
Or maybe this dude got it from the commercial
But that couldn’t be, there aren’t any TVs on this mountain.
colors and peace. i can only think of my dad. all i need is to write about it. i need to smell it, i can remember him when i think of the smell and i can mourn. what a beautiful thing it is to have that feeling. i love you dad.
Sage. Saige. I was just looking up Saige a minute ago. Sage means nothing to me, but Saige means so much. A place of comfort, a place of gathering, and place of laughter and happiness, a home.
Out of breath, Mikel climbed higher and higher, determined to find out if the legend was true, he pushed himself onwards. His hands grasped the hard rock as he pulled himself up the last ledge. Rolling over he slowly got to his feet. He stared unbelievingly at the old man seated cross legged on the cold stone.
“Are you the Sage they whisper of?”
I got sage again. why does this happen? same thing over and over and over. same day? different day. same word? yes same word. sane word. sage is a very sane word. cleaning, purging, re-organizing energy in the room. aaaaah sage. you smell so good. i don’t mind getting you again.
Frostbit shorelines, like the stagnant willows of a grotesque knoll. It stands there at attention – waiting for oncoming patience,,,almost certain of its own demise,
I am not a sage. i dont sit around lakes and temples wearing weird clothes praying all the time. I guess to be a sage, you need to practice what you preach – a task I’m extremely bad at. A lot of people confuse sages with saints. Sages are way cooler. They dont care about other people. They dont try and make the world a better place. They just try to make themselves better people. Which actually may benefit the world in a bette. They’re simple people. You cant cheat them, you can’t hurt them. You can’t love them. You can’t be friends with them. The only thing that you can do is ask for guidance and hey will give you that in abundance. MAybe i’ll be a sage someday.
burning sage in my apartment. Trying to rid every bit of the old me, the old him, the old everything. I burn and burn. my apartment is now filled with smoke. Open windows. Let in fresh air, new air. I am a new woman.
I remember going up into the mountains in utah… or was it montana to find sage. I think about wisdom and favorite things. Sacred people stored away in tents in the mountains, burning herbs and finding solace, wisdom, and clarity in that. Oh what I would give for a mountain. A mountain now. To go above the clouds where you can barely breathe and burn herbs and find clarity in the fog.
sage again?
the same word as last time
this is a one trick pony
i dont like this anymore
after these 6- seconds, im through
ill be done with this website and all of its shinanigens
but they arent up yet
what will i type about
this is difficult
i remember going up into the mountains in utah… or was it montana with my godmother when we went to visit her. It was so exciting. We then burned it in her radiator as incence. In hidsight, it doesnt seem terribly interesting, but at the time it was magical. I remember giving her a coconut for christmas one year. I painted it purple. I havent seen her in too long
she is the light and wisdom of many ages in a body that was wrongly cast but to whom I know as goddess and friend. when she speaks I feel the night sky cast its truth into my open heart.
The sage knew everything. Nothing could go by the sage unknown. So, the problem was how were we going to start fighting? The sage would know as soon as any formal rebellion started to form. Oh, we all had thoughts once in a while going against him, but this was a whole different matter. A rebellion has never occurred, so how can we be the first to start one? Could we possibly do it? The sage would know… He captured young attractive women from our village and used them as slaves till they were old and useless. He was a cannibal, then eating the old women. He claimed that human flesh gave him power. What atrocities he had done, what outrage it had brought from our society. But nothing was done.
that is a name, i think it is a pretty name, it reminds me of flowers and good smelling things. Sage is a boys name, because the girl i know names sage has curly hair and it looks kinds weird i think. Purple is relaxing, i love it, but not really i used to tilll my grandma died, that room was purple..
Perhaps it was fate that brought us here, to the top of Sage Street, where the old Sycamore grows. Perhaps it was that fateful night, two summers ago, that landed us both back here, in the town we grew up in. I’ll never know exactly why we both decided to travel to exact spot, in this exact same moment.
sage represents wisdom. It signifies wise people. Wisdom is necessary for everyone in life but not till a level where you are only wise & nothing else. Wise people lead a meaningful life, but are always succeeded by smart ones. So, the gist is a person should be wise as well as smart.
sage is a color. it reminds me of gold, the desert, and a simple way to live life. is sage a food? If it were, it should be a desert drenched in caramel and chocolate!It’s a beautiful word!
Sage is an herb used in a lot of cooking. It can also mean a wise person. I thought of the herb before i thought of the wise person, so perhaps that means the herb definition for sage is the more used term. That is all I have to say about that.
Sage. French for Wise. These days, it’s rare to still talk to a random old dude and think that he’s wise. Nowadays elderly isn’t respected and laughed at. I won’t blame the youngs though. Old people are just becoming really crazy these years.
Seasoning, or wise man. Really what is the difference? there are 7 of these in zelda, and you have to use their powers to save the world. I think you eventually find out that Zelda herself is one, but anyways….
sage is a herb, but it’s also a colour. It belongs to the green like colour. It’s a nice smell too. Gives a tasty difference to food too. Sage was also used as a balm for mummifying humans. I can imagine you can use it as a name too.
Sage. Some people say it is a plant with mystical healing powers, some people just think it’s an ugly scrub that’s there to take up space between Colorado and Idaho. No matter how you feel, you can’t deny it’s also means a wise person. Truth. Also, some members of the sage family are hallucinogens of a novel type, affecting the k-opioid receptors in the brain.
the sage burned as the world turned. it was the kind of smell you would remember for the rest of your life. it was the smell that turned a boy to a man.
Sage. In french it means wise. I think I’m pretty wise but most people think I’m not. Usually it goes the other way around… People think someone is wise but it’s normal for them. Maybe it just means that wisdom depends on anyone’s view.
isnt that a plant? im not particularly sure, reminds me of witchs and the like. and mystical creatures. interesting ey? or a person named bob, or maybe robert. sage. hmm. interesting.
sage i wish i knew what it meant, sounds like a powerful word, like a herb. i’d like to taste it, smell it, experience it. i think i’d enjoy it. Sage a herb to make you happy, and strong…a herb to cure all ailments.
The Sage was angry with me. I shouldn’t have made fun of his limited eye-sight. But part of the joke was that I too needed help to see. It was only a shame his pompous frigidity got in the way. We could have been great friends one day.
A sage is someone who posses a great deal of wisdom. They are often consulted in times of trouble and distress in order to give the questioner clarity. These are usually the elders in the culture although sometimes a young person may have incurred wisdom beyond the expectation of their age.
wisdom is a funny thing. i envy wisdom. i take pride in wisdom. i desire wisdom. i want to be known as a wise person. is it wise of me to feel this way?
I pon formeby life brilliance
seen by other as a whole
;loved by none but mrveled at some
killed by other eldom souls
illed by love and severed by hate
no one belongs inside of him
super destruction stopped by his kind
killed by love inside his mind
sage is a name, and also a plant. it used to be a restaurant near me, and was yummy :D there food tasted nice and im thinking it may have had sage in it :D
was very tasty. you can also brush your teeth with sage :D very good, om nom nomn
i own a horse.
thank you for your time.
green. dirt. earth. wise. old. comfort.
the old sage on the mountain gave me very good advice. “eat,” he said, “and be merry.”
I think I’ve heard it before though.
Maybe it was from that old beer commercial.
Who knows.
Maybe that commercial got it from this dude.
Or maybe this dude got it from the commercial
But that couldn’t be, there aren’t any TVs on this mountain.
colors and peace. i can only think of my dad. all i need is to write about it. i need to smell it, i can remember him when i think of the smell and i can mourn. what a beautiful thing it is to have that feeling. i love you dad.
Sage. Saige. I was just looking up Saige a minute ago. Sage means nothing to me, but Saige means so much. A place of comfort, a place of gathering, and place of laughter and happiness, a home.
Out of breath, Mikel climbed higher and higher, determined to find out if the legend was true, he pushed himself onwards. His hands grasped the hard rock as he pulled himself up the last ledge. Rolling over he slowly got to his feet. He stared unbelievingly at the old man seated cross legged on the cold stone.
“Are you the Sage they whisper of?”
I got sage again. why does this happen? same thing over and over and over. same day? different day. same word? yes same word. sane word. sage is a very sane word. cleaning, purging, re-organizing energy in the room. aaaaah sage. you smell so good. i don’t mind getting you again.
Frostbit shorelines, like the stagnant willows of a grotesque knoll. It stands there at attention – waiting for oncoming patience,,,almost certain of its own demise,
I am not a sage. i dont sit around lakes and temples wearing weird clothes praying all the time. I guess to be a sage, you need to practice what you preach – a task I’m extremely bad at. A lot of people confuse sages with saints. Sages are way cooler. They dont care about other people. They dont try and make the world a better place. They just try to make themselves better people. Which actually may benefit the world in a bette. They’re simple people. You cant cheat them, you can’t hurt them. You can’t love them. You can’t be friends with them. The only thing that you can do is ask for guidance and hey will give you that in abundance. MAybe i’ll be a sage someday.
burning sage in my apartment. Trying to rid every bit of the old me, the old him, the old everything. I burn and burn. my apartment is now filled with smoke. Open windows. Let in fresh air, new air. I am a new woman.
The wise man bestowed his sage advice to the tired man upon his birthday:
“Go to bed.”
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme.
Remember me to one who lives there…
She once was a true love of mine.
I remember going up into the mountains in utah… or was it montana to find sage. I think about wisdom and favorite things. Sacred people stored away in tents in the mountains, burning herbs and finding solace, wisdom, and clarity in that. Oh what I would give for a mountain. A mountain now. To go above the clouds where you can barely breathe and burn herbs and find clarity in the fog.
sage again?
the same word as last time
this is a one trick pony
i dont like this anymore
after these 6- seconds, im through
ill be done with this website and all of its shinanigens
but they arent up yet
what will i type about
this is difficult
i remember going up into the mountains in utah… or was it montana with my godmother when we went to visit her. It was so exciting. We then burned it in her radiator as incence. In hidsight, it doesnt seem terribly interesting, but at the time it was magical. I remember giving her a coconut for christmas one year. I painted it purple. I havent seen her in too long
the wise old crone, with knowledge learned over a thousand years, hunch backed, furrow browed, infinitely old and infinitely wise. the sage.
he is a sage
she is the light and wisdom of many ages in a body that was wrongly cast but to whom I know as goddess and friend. when she speaks I feel the night sky cast its truth into my open heart.
The sage knew everything. Nothing could go by the sage unknown. So, the problem was how were we going to start fighting? The sage would know as soon as any formal rebellion started to form. Oh, we all had thoughts once in a while going against him, but this was a whole different matter. A rebellion has never occurred, so how can we be the first to start one? Could we possibly do it? The sage would know… He captured young attractive women from our village and used them as slaves till they were old and useless. He was a cannibal, then eating the old women. He claimed that human flesh gave him power. What atrocities he had done, what outrage it had brought from our society. But nothing was done.
The sage, a magistrate would know the answer. To life’s woes. Like this. My life is incomplete. I want to hit bottom in order to come up for air.
an herb so a plant. a wise person or advise given. connected to sagebrush?
that is a name, i think it is a pretty name, it reminds me of flowers and good smelling things. Sage is a boys name, because the girl i know names sage has curly hair and it looks kinds weird i think. Purple is relaxing, i love it, but not really i used to tilll my grandma died, that room was purple..
Perhaps it was fate that brought us here, to the top of Sage Street, where the old Sycamore grows. Perhaps it was that fateful night, two summers ago, that landed us both back here, in the town we grew up in. I’ll never know exactly why we both decided to travel to exact spot, in this exact same moment.
sage represents wisdom. It signifies wise people. Wisdom is necessary for everyone in life but not till a level where you are only wise & nothing else. Wise people lead a meaningful life, but are always succeeded by smart ones. So, the gist is a person should be wise as well as smart.
sage is a color. it reminds me of gold, the desert, and a simple way to live life. is sage a food? If it were, it should be a desert drenched in caramel and chocolate!It’s a beautiful word!
Sage is an herb used in a lot of cooking. It can also mean a wise person. I thought of the herb before i thought of the wise person, so perhaps that means the herb definition for sage is the more used term. That is all I have to say about that.
Sage. French for Wise. These days, it’s rare to still talk to a random old dude and think that he’s wise. Nowadays elderly isn’t respected and laughed at. I won’t blame the youngs though. Old people are just becoming really crazy these years.
Seasoning, or wise man. Really what is the difference? there are 7 of these in zelda, and you have to use their powers to save the world. I think you eventually find out that Zelda herself is one, but anyways….
sage is a herb, but it’s also a colour. It belongs to the green like colour. It’s a nice smell too. Gives a tasty difference to food too. Sage was also used as a balm for mummifying humans. I can imagine you can use it as a name too.
Sage. Some people say it is a plant with mystical healing powers, some people just think it’s an ugly scrub that’s there to take up space between Colorado and Idaho. No matter how you feel, you can’t deny it’s also means a wise person. Truth. Also, some members of the sage family are hallucinogens of a novel type, affecting the k-opioid receptors in the brain.
the sage burned as the world turned. it was the kind of smell you would remember for the rest of your life. it was the smell that turned a boy to a man.
Sage. In french it means wise. I think I’m pretty wise but most people think I’m not. Usually it goes the other way around… People think someone is wise but it’s normal for them. Maybe it just means that wisdom depends on anyone’s view.
isnt that a plant? im not particularly sure, reminds me of witchs and the like. and mystical creatures. interesting ey? or a person named bob, or maybe robert. sage. hmm. interesting.
green brush on the plains with horses like palominos. Galloping across the sere valley. Blue skies over head. Clouds the color of mashed potatoes.
Ride on down the prairie, you son of a bitch. Red rock is coming for you. All of you. Bastards.
sage i wish i knew what it meant, sounds like a powerful word, like a herb. i’d like to taste it, smell it, experience it. i think i’d enjoy it. Sage a herb to make you happy, and strong…a herb to cure all ailments.
The Sage was angry with me. I shouldn’t have made fun of his limited eye-sight. But part of the joke was that I too needed help to see. It was only a shame his pompous frigidity got in the way. We could have been great friends one day.
A sage is someone who posses a great deal of wisdom. They are often consulted in times of trouble and distress in order to give the questioner clarity. These are usually the elders in the culture although sometimes a young person may have incurred wisdom beyond the expectation of their age.
a girl i know
she’s unique but we dont talk
althought i wish we could
a sage is smart
and she seems intelligent
but sometimes i dont know
ignorant maybe
but i look past
shes pretty
and i think we could be friends
wisdom is a funny thing. i envy wisdom. i take pride in wisdom. i desire wisdom. i want to be known as a wise person. is it wise of me to feel this way?
I pon formeby life brilliance
seen by other as a whole
;loved by none but mrveled at some
killed by other eldom souls
illed by love and severed by hate
no one belongs inside of him
super destruction stopped by his kind
killed by love inside his mind