Saturday, December 31, 2005
Wednesday, December 28, 2005
"Towering genius distains a beaten path. It seeks regions hitherto unexplored."
"Always bear in mind that your own resolution to succeed is more important than any other."
"Am I not destroying my enemies when I make friends of them?"
"America will never be destroyed from the outside. If we falter and lose our freedoms, it will be because we destroyed ourselves."
"And in the end it's not the years in your life that count. It's the life in your years."
"He has a right to criticize, who has a heart to help."
"No man has a good enough memory to be a successful liar."
Tuesday, December 27, 2005
HE daisy follows soft the sun,
And when his golden walk is done,
Sits shyly at his feet.
He, waking, finds the flower near.
"Wherefore, marauder, art thou here?"
"Because, sir, love is sweet!"
We are the flower, Thou the sun!
Forgive us, if as days decline,
We nearer steal to Thee,--
Enamoured of the parting west,
The peace, the flight, the amethyst,
Emily Dickinson (1830-1886)
Saturday, December 24, 2005
Refrains and arpeggios, scale and chord,
melancholy music from the heart is poured.
Beautiful melody from the wounded soul,
searching for a way to make her heart whole.
God granted talent, and doled out her lot and
now she turns ability into the refuge she has sought.
Sitting at the piano where black and white combine
into a symphonic outpour that echoes through out time.
The song of her heart takes melodious shape,
and as she composes, music dulls heartache.
Dedicated To Gabriella
Wednesday, December 21, 2005
- Ocean Born -
Waters break eternal upon a finite shore
as the sands wash away the ocean crashes ever more.
The tide forever pulling an everlasting agony
and everything within its grasp becomes at one with the Sea.
"Ocean-lord! Take my life; waves come cover me let me
embrace the cleansing main and gain immortality.
Captivate me, infinite waters the waves transform
my soul- let me become a child of the deeps and at last be made whole.
"The rushing of the current a child's lullabye,
and as she drifts in ethereal seas-her soul will never die.
Saturday, December 17, 2005
Friday, December 16, 2005
Christmas waves a magic wand over this world, and behold, everything is softer and more beautiful. --Norman Vincent Peale
Time was with most of us, when Christmas Day, encircling all our limited world like a magic ring, left nothing out for us to miss or seek; bound together all our home enjoyments, affections, and hopes; grouped everything and everyone round the Christmas fire, and make the little picture shining in our bright young eyes, complete. -Charles Dickens
What is Christmas? It is tenderness for the past, courage for the present, hope for the future. It is a fervent wish that every cup may overflow with blessings rich and eternal, and that every path may lead to peace. -Agnes M. Pharo
Happy, happy Christmas, that can win us back to the delusions of our childhood days, recall to the old man the pleasures of his youth, and transport the traveler back to his own fireside and quiet home! -Charles Dickens
The joy of brightening other lives, bearing each others' burdens, easing other's loads and supplanting empty hearts and lives with generous gifts becomes for us the magic of Christmas. -W. C. Jones
The best of all gifts around any Christmas tree: the presence of a happy family all wrapped up in each other. -Burton Hillis
Whatever else be lost among the years, Let us keep Christmas still a shining thing: Whatever doubts assail us, or what fears, Let us hold close one day, remembering Its poignant meaning for the hearts of men. Let us get back our childlike faith again. -Grace Noll Crowell
Christmas! The very word brings joy to our hearts. No matter how we may dread the rush, the long Christmas lists for gifts and cards to be bought and given--when Christmas Day comes there is still the same warm feeling we had as children, the same warmth that enfolds our hearts and our homes. -Joan Winmill Brown
Christmas Eve was a night of song that wrapped itself about you like a shawl. But it warmed more than your body. It warmed your heart... filled it, too, with a melody that would last forever. -Bess Streeter Aldrich
Christmas ... is not an eternal event at all, but a piece of one's home that one carries in one's heart. -Freya Stark
From Home to home, and heart to heart, from one place to another. The warmth and joy of Christmas, brings us closer to each other. -Emily Matthews
Christmas--that magic blanket that wraps itself about us, that something so intangible that it is like a fragrance. It may weave a spell of nostalgia. Christmas may be a day of feasting, or of prayer, but always it will be a day of remembrance--a day in which we think of everything we have ever loved. -Augusta E. Rundel
The merry family gatherings-- The old, the very young; The strangely lovely way they Harmonize in carols sung. For Christmas is tradition time-- Traditions that recall The precious memories down the years, The sameness of them all. -Helen Lowrie Marshall
Do not try to push your way through to the front ranks of your profession; do not run after distinctions and rewards; but do your utmost to find an entry into the world of beauty.
Great men hallow a whole people, and lift up all who live in their time.
To love and to be loved is the greatest happiness of existence.
Wednesday, December 14, 2005
IN the sunny land of France there lived many years ago a sweet little maid named Piccola. Her father had died when she was a baby, and her mother was very poor and had to work hard all day in the fields for a few sous.
Little Piccola had no dolls and toys, and she was often hungry and cold, but she was never sad nor lonely. What if there were no children for her to play with! What if she did not have fine clothes and beautiful toys! In summer there were always the birds in the forest, and the flowers in the fields and meadows, -- the birds sang so sweetly, and the flowers were so bright and pretty!
In the winter when the ground was covered with snow, Piccola helped her mother, and knit long stockings of blue wool. The snow-birds had to be fed with crumbs, if she could find any, and then, there was Christmas Day.
But one year her mother was ill and could not earn any money. Piccola worked hard all the day long, and sold the stockings which she knit, even when her own little bare feet were blue with the cold.
As Christmas Day drew near she said to her mother, "I wonder what the good Saint Nicholas will bring me this year. I cannot hang my stocking in the fireplace, but I shall put my wooden shoe on the hearth for him. He will not forget me, I am sure." "Do not think of it this year, my dear child," replied her mother. "We must be glad if we have bread enough to eat."
But Piccola could not believe that the good saint would forget her. On Christmas Eve she put her little wooden patten on the hearth before the fire, and went to sleep to dream of Saint Nicholas.
As the poor mother looked at the little shoe, she thought how unhappy her dear child would be to find it empty in the morning, and wished that she had something, even if it were only a tiny cake, for a Christmas gift. There was nothing in the house but a few sous, and these must be saved to buy bread.
When the morning dawned Piccola awoke and ran to her shoe. Saint Nicholas had come in the night. He had not forgotten the little child who had thought of him with such faith.
See what he had brought her. It lay in the wooden patten, looking up at her with its two bright eyes, and chirping contentedly as she stroked its soft feathers.
A little swallow, cold and hungry, had flown into the chimney and down to the room, and had crept into the shoe for warmth. Piccola danced for joy, and clasped the shivering swallow to her breast. She ran to her mother's bedside. "Look, look!" she cried. "A Christmas gift, a gift from the good Saint Nicholas!" And she danced again in her little bare feet. Then she fed and warmed the bird, and cared for it tenderly all winter long; teaching it to take crumbs from her hand and her lips, and to sit on her shoulder while she was working.
In the spring she opened the window for it to fly away, but it lived in the woods near by all summer, and came often in the early morning to sing its sweetest songs at her door.
Thursday, December 08, 2005
Virginia O'Hanlon115 West Ninety-fifth Street
Sunday, December 04, 2005
Put up again thy sword into its place: for all they that take the sword shall perish by the sword.
What good will it be for a man if he gains the whole world, yet forfeits his soul.
Ask, and it shall be given you; seek, and ye shall find; knock, and it shall be opened unto you: For everyone that asketh receiveth; and he that seeketh findeth; and to him that knocketh it shall be opened.
Whatever thy hand findest to do, do it with all thy heart.
The kingdom of god is within you.
Saturday, December 03, 2005
The universal Mind contains all knowledge. It is the potential ultimate of all things. To it, all things are possible.
The universe is impersonal. It gives alike to all. It is no respecter of persons. It values each alike.
This is the only obsession and the only devils there are. We are the obsessing entity, and we are the only devil we will ever meet.
To believe in a just law of cause and effect, carrying with it a punishment or a reward, is to believe in righteousness.
We have a song to sing; we have a joy to bring to the world, and love and peace and happiness.
When prayer removes distrust and doubt and enters the field of mental certainty, it becomes faith; and the universe is built on faith.
We saw the lightning and that was the guns and then we heard the thunder and that was the big guns; and then we heard the rain falling and that was the blood falling; and when we came to get in the crops, it was dead men that we reaped.
I would fight for my liberty so long as my strength lasted, and if the time came for me to go, the Lord would let them take me.
I looked at my hands, to see if I was the same person now I was free. there was such a glory over everything, the sun came like gold through the trees, and over the fields, and I felt like I was in heaven.
I had reasoned this out in my mind, there was two things I had a right to, liberty and death. If I could not have one, I would have the other, for no man should take me alive.
On my underground railroad I never ran my train off the track. And I never lost a passenger.
I had crossed the line of which I had so long been dreaming. I was free; but there was no one to welcome me to the land of freedom. I was a stranger in a strange land. . . .
Wednesday, November 30, 2005
To come directly into harmony
with this reality
Just simply say when doubts arise,
In this "not two"
nothing is separate,
nothing is excluded.
No matter when or where,
entering this truth.
And this truth is beyond
extension or diminution
In time and space;
in it a single thought
is ten thousand years.
Monday, November 28, 2005
An unused life is an early death.
Life is the childhood of our immortality.
Live dangerously and you live right.
Love and desire are the spirit's wings to great deeds.
Love does not dominate; it cultivates.
Magic is believing in yourself, if you can do that, you can make anything happen.
Talents are best nurtured in solitude. Character is best formed in the stormy billows of the world.
The soul that sees beauty may sometimes walk alone.
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Sunday, November 27, 2005
One does not need buildings, money, power, or status to practice the Art of Peace. Heaven is right where you are standing, and that is the place to train.
All things, material and spiritual, originate from one source and are related as if they were one family. The past, present, and future are all contained in the life force. The universe emerged and developed from one source, and we evolved through the optimal process of unification and harmonization.
The Art of Peace is medicine for a sick world. There is evil and disorder in the world because people have forgotten that all things emanate from one source. Return to that source and leave behind all self-centered thoughts, petty desires, and anger. Those who are possessed by nothing possess everything.
The Art of Peace does not rely on weapons or brute force to succeed; instead we put ourselves in tune with the universe, maintain peace in our own realms, nurture life, and prevent death and destruction. The true meaning of the term samurai is one who serves and adheres to the power of love.
Foster and polish The warior spirit While serving in the world; Illuminate the path According to your inner light.
The Path of Peace is exceedingly vast, reflecting the grand design of the hidden and manifest worlds. A warrior is a living shrine of the divine, one who serves that grand purpose.
Your mind should be in harmony with the functioning of the universe; your body should be in tune with the movement of the universe; body and mind should be bound as one, unified with the activity of the universe.
From ancient times, Deep learning and valor Have been the two pillars of the Path:
Through the virtue of training, Enlighten both body and soul.
Thursday, November 24, 2005
There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which, taken at the flood,
leads on to fortune; Omitted, all the voyage of their life Is bound
in shallows and in miseries. On such a full sea are we now afloat,
And we must take the current when it serves, Or lose our ventures.
Wednesday, November 23, 2005
It is difficult to say what is truly impossible, for the dream of yesterday is the hope of today and the reality of tomorrow.
Robert H. Goddard
Only in their dreams can we truly be free. Twas always thus, and always thus will be.
Dead Poets Society
The best thing about dreams is that fleeting moment, when you are between asleep and awake, when you don't know the difference between reality and fantasy, when for just that one moment you feel with your entire soul that the dream is reality, and it really happened.
...when sleepers wake and yet still dream...
You know that place between asleep and awake where you still remember dreaming? That's where I'll always think of you.
We grow great by dreams. We see things in the soft haze of a spring day, or in the red fire of a long winter's evening. Some of us let these great dreams die, but others nourish and protect them; nurse them through the bad days till they bring them to the sunshine and light which comes always to those who sincerely hope that their dreams will come true.
I think we dream so we don't have to be apart so long. If we're in each other's dreams, we can be together all the time.
Calvin and Hobbes
The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams.
Dreams are like stars, you may never touch them, but if you follow them they will lead you to your destiny.
Don't surrender your mind.
In trying to please other people, we find ourselves misdirected toward what lies outside our sphere of influence. In doing so we lose our hold on our life's purpose.
Content yourself with being a lover of wisdom, a seeker of the truth. Return and return again to what is essential and worthy.
Do not try to seem wise to others.
Attach yourself to what is spiritually superior, regardless of what other people think or do. Hold to your true aspirations no matter what is going on around you.
Avoid miserable, envious thoughts.
Other people's views and troubles can be contagious. Don't sabotage yourself by unwittingly adopting negative, unproductive attitudes through your associations with others.
Nothing truly stops you. Nothing truly holds you back. For your own will is always within your control.
Your will needn't be affected by an incident unless you let it. Remember this with everything that happens to you.
Every difficulty in life presents us with an opportunity to turn inward and to invoke our own submerged inner resources. The trials we endure can and should introduce us to our strengths.
Prudent people look beyond the incident itself and seek to form the habit of putting it to good use.
Never depend on the admiration of others. There is no strength in it. Personal merit cannot be derived from an external source. It is not to be found in your personal associations, nor can it be found in the regard of other people, even people who love you, will not necessarily agree with your ideas, understand you, or share your enthusiasms. Grow up! Who cares what other people think about you!
Tuesday, November 22, 2005
Hey, I got an uncle in Cairo... he's a chiropractor
I don't snore! I stayed up all night last night to see if I did, and I didn't
Why don't you get a toupee with some brains in it.
Every time you think you weaken the nation.
Look well into thyself; there is a source of strength which will always spring up
Remember this-that there is a proper dignity and proportion to be observed in
The happiness of your life depends upon the quality of your thoughts, therefore guard accordingly;
Waste no more time talking about great souls and how they should be. Become one yourself!
How much time he gains who does not look to see what his neighbor says or does or thinks,
Never esteem anything as of advantage to you that will make you break your word
The universe is change; our life is what our thoughts make it.
Very little is needed to make a happy life.
You will find rest from vain fancies if you perform every act in life as though it were your last.
Never let the future disturb you. You will meet it, if you have to, with the same weapons of reason
Sunday, November 20, 2005
You would measure time the measureless and the immeasurable.
You would adjust your conduct and even direct the course of your
spirit according to hours and seasons.
Of time you would make a stream upon whose bank you would sit
and watch its flowing. Yet the timeless in you is aware of life's timelessness,
And knows that yesterday is but today's memory and tomorrow is today's dream.
And that that which sings and contemplates in you is still dwelling within the
bounds of that first moment which scattered the stars into space.
Who among you does not feel that his power to love is boundless?
And yet who does not feel that very love, though boundless,
encompassed within the centre of his being, and moving not from love
thought to love thought, nor from love deeds to other love deeds?
And is not time even as love is, undivided and spaceless? But if in your
thought you must measure time into seasons, let each season encircle
all the other seasons, And let today embrace the past with remembrance
and the future with longing.
"The Teacher answered:"All that is born, all that is created, all the elements of nature are interwoven and united with each other. All that is composed shall be decomposed; everything returns to its roots; matter returns to the origins of matter. Those who have ears, let them hear."
Peter said to him: "Since you have become the interpreter of the elements and the events of the world, tell us: What is the sin of the world?
"The Teacher answered:" There is no sin. It is you who make sin exist, when you act according to the habits of your corrupted nature; this is where sin lies. This is why the Good has come into your midst. It acts together with the elements of your nature so as to reunite it with its roots." Then he continued: "This is why you become sick, and why you die: it is the result of your actions; what you do takes you further away. Those who have ears, let them hear."
The lost gospels of Mary Magdalen on Jesus of Nazerene
Saturday, November 19, 2005
Echoing down through the corridors of time,
Upon the lap I hear the sweet songs and rhymes,
Hands gathered in the stroll to the glorious bed,
Her passions emerge upon sight of her stead.
They wave and shimmer in the whispering breeze,
She nurtures the colors and fragrance of tease.
Gathering their seeds as the blooms slowly fade.
She dreams of spring when rebirth is gently made.
One hundred one seasons had drifted away,
She rests now beyond time in the eternal sway.
The flowers she loved do not cling to the grave,
I wondered about and found not where she lay,
Lost to the earth but not to the heart,
I hear her sweet whispers a love that never parts.
The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you.
Don't go back to sleep.You must ask for what you really want.
Don't go back to sleep.
People are going back and forth across the doorsillwhere the two worlds touch.
The door is round and open.Don't go back to sleep.
If your guidance is your ego, don't rely on luck for help. you sleep during the day and the nights are short. By the time you wake up your life may be over.
Let the beauty we love be what we do.
Let yourself be silently drawn by the stronger pull of what you really love.
Become the light. Only from the heart Can you touch the sky.
People of the world don't look at themselves, and so they blame one another.
Since in order to speak, one must first listen, learn to speak by listening.
That which is false troubles the heart, but truth brings joyous tranquility.
The middle path is the way to wisdom.
The only lasting beauty is the beauty of the heart.
Thirst drove me down to the water where I drank the moon's reflection.
We come spinning out of nothingness, scattering stars like dust.
We rarely hear the inward music, but we're all dancing to it nevertheless.
You think the shadow is the substance.
When you do things from your soul, you feel a river moving in you, a joy.
If you are irritated by every rub, how will you be polished?
Sell your cleverness and buy bewilderment.
O, happy the soul that saw its own faults.
We are as the flute, and the music in us is from thee;
we are as the mountain and the echo in us is from thee.
We are as pieces of chess engaged in victory and defeat:
our victory and defeat is from thee, O thou whose qualities are comely!
Who are we, O Thou soul of our souls, that we should remain in being beside thee?
We and our existences are really non-existence; thou art the absolute
Being which manifests the perishable.
We all are lions, but lions on a banner: because of the wind they are rushing onward from moment to moment.
Their onward rush is visible, and the wind is unseen: may that which is unseen not fail from us!
Our wind whereby we are moved and our being are of thy gift; our whole existence is from thy bringing into being.
The fragrance my friend,
that floats to you this moment,
streams from the tent,
of the secrets of God.
Friday, November 18, 2005
The early morning was still and breathless,
The great blue mountains stood against the dark skies,
cold and clear, Round the dark log house
The black and yellow birds were welcoming the sun.
I sat on the floor, with legs crossed, meditating, Forgetting the sunlit mountains,
The birds, The immense silence, And the golden sun.
I lost the feel of my body, My limbs were motionless, Relaxed and at peace.
A great joy of unfathomable depth filled my heart.
Eager and keen was my mind, concentrated.
Lost to the transient world, I was full of strength.
As the Eastern breeze That suddenly springs into being
And calms the weary world,
There in front of me Seated cross-legged, As the world knows
Him In His yellow robes,
simple and magnificent, Was the Teacher of Teachers.
Looking at me, Motionless the Mighty Being sat. I looked and bowed my head.
My body bent forward of itself. That one look Showed the progress of the world,
Showed the immense distance between the world And the greatest of it's Teachers.
How little it understood, And how much He gave. How joyously He soared,
Escaping from birth and death, From it's tyranny and entangling wheel.
Enlightenment attained, He gave to the world, as the flower gives It's scent, The Truth.
As I looked At the sacred feet that once trod the happy Dust of India, My heart poured
forth its devotion, Limitless and unfathomable, Without restraint and without effort.
Thursday, November 17, 2005
Speak with integrity. Say only what you mean. Avoid using words to speak against yourself or to gossip. Use the power of your words for truth and love.
2. Don’t take anything personally.
Nothing others do is because of you. What they say and do is a projection of their own reality, their own vision. When you are immune to the opinions and actions of others you won’t be the victim of needless suffering.
3. Don’t make assumptions.
Find the courage to ask questions and to express what you really want. Communicate with others or, as clearly as you can, to avoid misunderstandings, sadness and drama. With just this one agreement, you can completely transform your life.
4. Always do your best.
Your best is going to change from moment to moment; it will be different when you are health as opposed to sick. Under any circumstance, simply do your best and you will avoid self-judgment, self-abuse, and regret.
Don Miguel Ruiz
Tuesday, November 15, 2005
Now the trumpet summons us again -- not as a call to bear arms, though arms we need -- not as a call to battle, though embattled we are -- but a call to bear the burden of a long twilight struggle year in and year out, "rejoicing in hope, patient in tribulation" -- a struggle against the common enemies of man: tyranny, poverty and war itself.
The world is very different now. For man holds in his mortal hands the power to abolish all forms of human poverty, and all forms of human life.
People have not been horrified by war to a sufficient extent ... War will exist until that distant day when the conscientious objector enjoys the same reputation and prestige as the warrior does today.
Our progress as a nation can be no swifter than our progress in education.
In the past, those who foolishly sought power by riding on the back of the tiger ended up inside.
Peace is a daily, a weekly, a monthly process, gradually changing opinions, slowly eroding old barriers, quietly building new structures. And however undramatic the pursuit of peace, the pursuit must go on.
Mankind must put an end to war, or war will put an end to mankind.
History is a relentless master. It has no present, only the past rushing into the future. To try to hold fast is to be swept aside.
I'm an idealist without illusions.
Liberty without learning is always in peril; learning without liberty is always in vain.
The American, by nature, is optimistic. He is experimental, an inventor and a builder who builds best when called upon to build greatly.
The ancient Greek definition of happiness was the full use of your powers along lines of excellence.
The great French Marshall Lyautey once asked his gardener to plant a tree. The gardener objected that the tree was slow growing and would not reach maturity for 100 years. The Marshall replied, 'In that case, there is no time to lose; plant it this afternoon!'
We stand for freedom. That is our conviction for ourselves; that is our only commitment to others.
John F. Kennedy
Monday, November 14, 2005
Do not stand at my grave and weep, I am not there...
I do not sleep. I am the thousand winds that blow...
I am the diamond glints on snow...I am the sunlight on ripened grain...
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you waken in the morning's hush, I am the swift uplifting rush Of gentle birds in circling flight...
I am the soft star that shines at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry—I am not there...
I did not die...
Take the world nice and easy, and the world will take you the same
May love and laughter light your days,and warm your heart and home.
May good and faithful friends be yours,wherever you may roam.
May peace and plenty bless your worldwith joy that long endures.
May all life's passing seasons bring the best to you and yours!
Death leaves a heartache no one can heal, Love leaves a memory no one can steal.
Do not take the thatch from your own roof to buy slates for another man's house.
Dance as if no one's watching, sing as if no one's listening, and live everyday as if it were your last.
A little fire that warms is better than a big fire that burns.
The magic of Christmas lingers onThough childhood days have passed
Upon the common round of life A Holy Spell is cast
Wisdom is the comb given to a man after he has lost his hair.
Three best to have in plenty - sunshine, wisdom and generosity.
You'll never plough a field by turning it over in your mind.
Though wisdom is good in the beginning, it is better at the end.
Men are like bagpipes - no sound comes from them until they are full.
Be kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a hard battle.
Ignorance, the root and the stem of every evil.
Man...is a tame or civilized animal; never the less, he requires proper instruction and a fortunate nature, and then of all animals he becomes the most divine and most civilized; but if he be insufficiently or ill- educated he is the most savage of earthly creatures.
The price good men pay for indifference to public affairs is to be ruled by evil men.
They certainly give very strange names to diseases.
Wise men talk because they have something to say; fools, because they have to say something.
You can discover more about a person in an hour of play than in a year of conversation.
False words are not only evil in themselves, but they infect the soul with evil.
The partisan, when he is engaged in a dispute, cares nothing about the rights of the question, but is anxious only to convince his hearers of his own assertions.
You are young, my son, and, as the years go by, time will change and even reverse many of your present opinions. Refrain therefore awhile from setting yourself up as a judge of the highest matters.
Everything that deceives may be said to enchant.
He who is of calm and happy nature will hardly feel the pressure of age, but to him who is of an opposite disposition youth and age are equally a burden.
I have hardly ever known a mathematician who was capable of reasoning.
Mankind censure injustice fearing that they may be the victims of it, and not because they shrink from committing it.
Necessity, who is the mother of invention.
The beginning is the most important part of the work.
This new concept ought to be elaborated alongside the religions, in such a way that all people of good will could adhere to it. We ought to promote this concept with the help of scientists. It could lead us to what we are looking for.
Old friends pass away, new friends appear. It is just like the days. An old day passes, a new day arrives. The important thing is to make it meaningful: a meaningful friend – or a meaningful day. In the practice of tolerance, one’s enemy is the best teacher.
Nowadays the world is becoming increasingly materialistic, and mankind is reaching toward the very zenith of external progress, driven by an insatiable desire for power and vast possessions. Yet by this vain striving for perfection in a world where everything is relative, they wander even further away from inward peace and happiness of the mind.
My religion is very simple. My religion is kindness.
I believe deeply that we must find, all of us together, a new spirituality.
My message is the practice of compassion, love and kindness. Compassion can be put into practice if one recognizes the fact that every human being is a member of humanity and the human family regardless of differences in religion, culture, color and creed. Deep down there is no difference.
Where ignorance is our master, there is no possibility of real peace.
In Buddhism we have relative truth and absolute truth.
If you want others to be happy, practice compassion. If you want to be happy, practice compassion.
Saturday, November 12, 2005
I greet you all in the name of peace, democracy and freedom for all! I stand here before you not as a prophet but as a humble servant of you, the people. Your tireless and heroic sacrifices have made it possible for me to be here today. I therefore place the remaining years of my life in your hands.
Education is the most powerful weapon which you can use to change the world.
Extremists on all sides thrive, fed by the blood lust of centuries gone by.
For to be free is not merely to cast off one's chains, but to live in a way that respects and enhances the freedom of others.
Friday, November 11, 2005
We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented and fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God.
Your playing small doesn't serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you.
We were born to make manifestthe glory of God that is within us. It's not just in some of us; it's in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same.
As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.
Thursday, November 10, 2005
courage, need not be lived again.
How important it is for us to recognize and celebrate our heroes and she-roes!
I have found that among its other benefits, giving liberates the soul of the giver.
I want all my senses engaged. Let me absorb the world's variety and uniqueness.
If you don't like something, change it. If you can't change it, change your attitude.
Success is liking yourself, liking what you do, and liking how you do it.
The need for change bulldozed a road down the center of my mind.
I know why the caged bird sings.
Troubles are a blessing that force you to change, to believe.
Wednesday, November 09, 2005
There on a misty morning, the sun slowly rises,
After the battle of Halidon Hill.
There lies her youngest son,
tears in his eyes
Wounded and dying,
she hears him still.
Mom, if I could live my life again
If I could call the world my friend
If I could write the story's end...I would
I would give all these things in vain
just to hold you once again.
A smile comes to his face, an uneasy calm
In front of him, his life flashes by
Amidst his boyish charm,
In that pointless moment, he hears her say;
Son, if I could roll back the years,
If I could see through these tears,
If I could face all my fears,
I would give all these things in vain
Just to hold you once again.
Remember me forever
( I'll be here forever)
Please forget me never
( I'll be here forever)
If I could roll back the years,
If I could see through these tears,
If I could face all my fears,
If I could live my life again,
If I could call the world my friend,
If I could write the story's end,
I'd live a thousand years of pain,
Just to hold you once again.
"Light From a Distant Shore"
Tuesday, November 08, 2005
If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you But make allowance for their doubting too,
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, Or being lied about, don't deal in lies, Or being hated, don't give way to hating, And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream--and not make dreams your master,
If you can think--and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and DisasterAnd treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss, And lose, and start again at your beginnings And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew To serve your turn long after they are gone, And so hold on when there is nothing in you Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,Or walk with kings--nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much,
If you can fill the unforgiving minute With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it, And--which is more--you'll be a Man, my son!