<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17980181</id><updated>2009-11-06T22:45:36.312-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Path</title><subtitle type='html'>A stroll down the path of life</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strider333.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17980181/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strider333.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17980181/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Kuan Gung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12399141989123689383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>173</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17980181.post-4474801616257053666</id><published>2009-06-28T22:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T22:30:42.182-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This Old House</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rmBc2AKimYg/Skg1KzEG7jI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/2WFmvMIFR_0/s1600-h/oldhouse.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rmBc2AKimYg/Skg1KzEG7jI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/2WFmvMIFR_0/s320/oldhouse.0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352586616752238130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It rests upon a gentle crest,&lt;br /&gt;with stately elms embracing its breast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rising high above they spread their wings,&lt;br /&gt;beholding in the dwelling the loved souls that sing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At dawn they rise for the coming day’s toil,&lt;br /&gt;turning the earth and cultivating the soil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bountiful orchards set ablaze,&lt;br /&gt;attracts them there for a pause on the warm spring day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their flowers rise in glory, what a beautiful sight,&lt;br /&gt;releasing their essence, the great breath of light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun rests on the horizon in the west,&lt;br /&gt;reminding them of the hard days coming rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The robins sing their goodnight song,&lt;br /&gt;until once again the emergence of dawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their souls in slumber released in flight,&lt;br /&gt;This grand old house holds them dear to the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kuan Gung&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;Dedicated to my departed grandparents who lived, loved and cared for the earth in this old house. The two most influential souls in my life...I miss them dearly...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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They were precursors, rare and precious beings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To sin means to miss the point of human existence. It means to life unskillfully, blindly, and thus to suffer and cause suffering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The human mind is highly intelligent. Yet its very intelligence is tainted by madness. Science and technology have magnified the destructive impact that the dysfunction of the human mind has upon the planet, other life-forms, and upon humans themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the end of the century, the number of people who died a violent death at the hand of their fellow humans would rise to more than one hundred million.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driven by green, ignorant of their connectedness to the whole, humans persist in behavior that, if continued unchecked, can only result in their own destruction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most ancient religions and spiritual traditions share the common insight–that our “normal” state of mind is marred by a fundamental defect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good news of the possibility of a radical transformation of human consciousness. In Hindu teachings (and sometimes in Buddhism also), this transformation is called enlightenment. In the teachings of Jesus, it is salvation, and in Buddhism, it is the end of suffering. Liberation and awakening are other terms used to describe this transformation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Responding to a radical crisis that threatens our very survival–this is humanity’s challenge now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A significant portion of the earth’s population will soon recognize, if they haven’t already done so, that humanity is now faced with a stark choice: Evolve or die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ego is no more than this: identification with form, which primarily means thought forms. If evil has any reality–and it has a relative, not an absolute, reality–this is also its definition: complete identification with form–physical forms, thought forms, emotional forms. This results in total unawareness of my connectedness with the whole, my intrinsic oneness with every “other” as well as with the Source.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need to understand here that heaven is not a location but refers to the inner realm of consciousness. This is its meaning in the teachings of Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“A new heaven” is the emergence of a transformed state of human consciousness, and “a new earth” is its reflection in the physical realm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quotes: A New Earth - Ekhart Tolle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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I was 11 years old. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Many years later I went to find her only to learn, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;she was no where to be found.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Her grave was unmarked with no head stone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;She had 9 children and lost three.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The cemetery has her listed, but as to where she lays, we'll never know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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But how can we pay,&lt;br /&gt;Who have nothing to give from our land ?&lt;br /&gt;A son is a curse at a time like this,&lt;br /&gt;And daughters more welcome far;&lt;br /&gt;For, when daughters grow up, they can marry, at least,&lt;br /&gt;And go to live on a neighbor's land.&lt;br /&gt;But our sons? We bury them after the fight,&lt;br /&gt;And they rot where the grass grows long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Have you not seen at far Ching Hai,&lt;br /&gt;By the waters of Kokonor,&lt;br /&gt;How the heaped skulls and bones of slaughtered men&lt;br /&gt;Lie bleaching in the sun?&lt;br /&gt;Their ancient ghosts hear our own ghosts weep,&lt;br /&gt;And cry and lament in turn;&lt;br /&gt;The heavens grow dark with great storm-clouds,&lt;br /&gt;And the specters wail in the rain."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#006600;"&gt;Du Fu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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You are not discovering yourself, but creating yourself anew. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663300;"&gt;Seek, therefore, not to find out Who You Are, seek to determine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663300;"&gt;Who You Want to Be.&lt;br /&gt;Your job on Earth, therefore, is not to learn (because you already know), &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663300;"&gt;but to remember &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Who You Are. And to remember who everyone else is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663300;"&gt;Judge not, then, the karmic path walked by another. Envy not success, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;nor pity failure, for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;you know not what is success or failure &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663300;"&gt;in the soul’s reckoning. Judge not, and neither &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663300;"&gt;condemn, for you know not why a thing occurs, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663300;"&gt;nor to what end. And remember &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663300;"&gt;you this: that which you condemn will condemn you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663300;"&gt;and that which you judge, you will one day become. Rather, seek to change &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663300;"&gt;those things—or support others who are changing those things—&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;which no longer reflect your highest sense of Who You Are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663300;"&gt;There is perfection in the process—and all life arises out of choice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663300;"&gt;Your own life is the way it is because of you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;and the choices you have made—or failed to make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;All that is required is to know this. For you are the creator of your reality, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;and life can show up no other way for you than that way in which you think it will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663300;"&gt;Thought is pure energy. Every thought you have, have ever had, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663300;"&gt;and ever will have is creative. The energy of your thought never ever dies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663300;"&gt;Ever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663300;"&gt;It leaves your being and heads out into the universe, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;extending forever. A thought is forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663300;"&gt;The Laws are very simple. 1. Thought is creative. 2. Fear attracts like energy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;3. Love is all there is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663300;"&gt;So—do you want your life to “take off”? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663300;"&gt;Begin at once to imagine it the way you want it to be—&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663300;"&gt;and move into that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663300;"&gt;Check every thought, word, and action that does not fall into harmony with that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Move away from those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;The most difficult thing for people to do is hear their own soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663300;"&gt;And every Master has likewise had the same message: What I am, you are. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;What I can do, you can do. These things, and more, shall you also do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;All attack is a call for help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Life is a creation, not a discovery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663300;"&gt;Enlightenment is understanding that there is nowhere to go, nothing to do, and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;nobody you have to be except exactly who you’re being right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663300;"&gt;Remember, you are constantly in the act of creating yourself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663300;"&gt;You are in every moment deciding who and what you are. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663300;"&gt;You decide this largely through the choices you make regarding who and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663300;"&gt;what you feel passionate about. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663300;"&gt;Yet never resist anything. If you think that by your resistance &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663300;"&gt;you will eliminate it, think again. You only plant it more firmly in place. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;All thought is creative?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;There is only now; an eternal moment of always in which you are experiencing yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663300;"&gt;The point of life is therefore to create—who and what you are, and then to experience that.&lt;br /&gt;This is the process of Self realization about which Eastern mystics have written. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663300;"&gt;It is the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;process of salvation to which much Western theology has devoted itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Yet the purpose of relationship is not to have another who might complete you; but to have another with whom you might share your completeness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663300;"&gt;A Master blesses calamity, for the Master knows that from the seeds of disaster &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;(and all experience) comes the growth of Self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663300;"&gt;What you do for your Self, you do for another. What you do for another, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663300;"&gt;you do for the Self. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;This is because you and the other are one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663300;"&gt;So much of your present experience is based on your previous thought. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663300;"&gt;New thought is your only chance. It’s your only real opportunity to evolve, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663300;"&gt;to grow, to truly become &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Who You Really Are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;True Masters are those who have chosen to make a life, rather than a living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;To change your reality, simply stop thinking like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Go ahead and do what you really love to do! Do nothing else! You have so little time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663300;"&gt;How can you think of wasting a moment doing something for a living you don’t like to do? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663300;"&gt;What kind of a living is that? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;That is not a living, that is a dying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663300;"&gt;Worry is just about the worst form of mental activity there is—&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663300;"&gt;next to hate, which is deeply self destructive. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663300;"&gt;Worry is pointless. It is wasted mental energy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663300;"&gt;It also creates bio-chemical reactions which harm the body, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663300;"&gt;producing everything from indigestion to coronary arrest, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;and a multitude of things in between.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663300;"&gt;Worry, hate, fear—together with their offshoots: anxiety, bitterness, impatience, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663300;"&gt;avarice, unkindness, judgmentalness, and condemnation—all attack the body at the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;cellular level. It is impossible to have a healthy body under these conditions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663300;"&gt;The world is in the condition that it’s in because the world is full of sleepwalkers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="160" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rmBc2AKimYg/RpKJebLjySI/AAAAAAAAADc/hlLgXy7hjWU/s320/moon.jpg" width="117" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Moonlight in You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;Moonlight on your face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;And I see its glow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps you could sprinkle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shreds of flames to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That encircles loneliness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seizing my miseryRadiance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;calms a lament heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see contentment in your smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carefree in your journeys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every journey of yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shapes a meaning Humbleness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Core light of your soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could learn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your secret&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you wait for no success&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s granted to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freedom floats within you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moon floats in the sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet there is another side to the moon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A face of youIs frighten to appear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A full circle of darkness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A burned out candle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Withholding agonies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since when a moon spills tears!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man in you cannot set it free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strings of me adores your strength&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The desire to tangle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within your surroundings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite all complicity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You take the walk of life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akin to leaf falling with easiness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allow me to love your moonlight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Copyright 2006 nasra al adawi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085277702787942674" style="DISPLAY: block; 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Peace! Orestes-like I breathe this prayer!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Descend, with broad-winged flight,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The welcome, the thrice-prayed for, the most fair,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The best-beloved Night!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Henry Wadsworth Longfellow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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That is why right, temporarily defeated, is stronger than evil triumphant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#003333;"&gt;Nonviolence is the answer to the crucial political and moral questions of our time; the need for mankind to overcome oppression and violence without resorting to oppression and violence. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#003333;"&gt;Mankind must evolve for all human conflict a method which rejects revenge, aggression, and retaliation. The foundation of such a method is love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#003333;"&gt;Injustice anywhere is a threat to justice everywhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#003333;"&gt;Nothing in all the world is more dangerous than sincere ignorance and conscientious stupidity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#003333;"&gt;Our scientific power has outrun our spiritual power. We have guided missiles and misguided men.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#003333;"&gt;The ultimate measure of a man is not where he stands in moments of comfort and convenience, but where he stands at times of challenge and controversy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#003333;"&gt;I refuse to accept the view that mankind is so tragically bound to the starless midnight of racism and war that the bright daybreak of peace and brotherhood can never become reality. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#003333;"&gt;I believe that unarmed truth and unconditional love will have the final word.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Violence as a way of achieving racial justice is both impractical and immoral. It is impractical because it is a descending spiral ending in destruction for all. It is immoral because it seeks to humiliate the opponent rather than win his understanding; it seeks to annihilate rather than to convert. Violence is immoral because it thrives on hatred rather than love.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Martin Luther King&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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It is tenderness for the past,&lt;br /&gt;courage for the present, hope for the future.&lt;br /&gt;It is a fervent wish that every cup may overflow&lt;br /&gt;with blessings rich and eternal,&lt;br /&gt;and that every path may lead to peace.&lt;br /&gt;-Agnes M. Pharo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy, happy Christmas, that can win us back&lt;br /&gt;to the delusions of our childhood days,&lt;br /&gt;recall to the old man the pleasures of his youth,&lt;br /&gt;and transport the traveler back to his own fireside&lt;br /&gt;and quiet home!&lt;br /&gt;-Charles Dickens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The joy of brightening other lives,&lt;br /&gt;bearing each others' burdens,&lt;br /&gt;easing other's loads and supplanting empty hearts&lt;br /&gt;and lives with generous gifts&lt;br /&gt;becomes for us the magic of Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;-W. C. Jones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best of all gifts around any Christmas tree:&lt;br /&gt;the presence of a happy family all wrapped up in each other.&lt;br /&gt;-Burton Hillis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever else be lost among the years,&lt;br /&gt;Let us keep Christmas still a shining thing:&lt;br /&gt;Whatever doubts assail us, or what fears,&lt;br /&gt;Let us hold close one day, remembering&lt;br /&gt;Its poignant meaning for the hearts of men.&lt;br /&gt;Let us get back our childlike faith again.&lt;br /&gt;-Grace Noll Crowell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas! The very word brings joy to our hearts.&lt;br /&gt;No matter how we may dread the rush,&lt;br /&gt;the long Christmas lists for gifts and&lt;br /&gt;cards to be bought and given--&lt;br /&gt;when Christmas Day comes&lt;br /&gt;there is still the same warm feeling&lt;br /&gt;we had as children, the same warmth&lt;br /&gt;that enfolds our hearts and our homes.&lt;br /&gt;-Joan Winmill Brown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Eve was a night of song that&lt;br /&gt;wrapped itself about you like a shawl.&lt;br /&gt;But it warmed more than your body.&lt;br /&gt;It warmed your heart... filled it, too,&lt;br /&gt;with a melody that would last forever.&lt;br /&gt;-Bess Streeter Aldrich&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas ... is not an eternal event at all,&lt;br /&gt;but a piece of one's home that one carries in one's heart.&lt;br /&gt;-Freya StarkFrom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home to home, and heart to heart, from one place to another.&lt;br /&gt;The warmth and joy of Christmas,&lt;br /&gt;brings us closer to each other.&lt;br /&gt;-Emily Matthews&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas--that magic blanket&lt;br /&gt;that wraps itself about us,&lt;br /&gt;that something so intangible&lt;br /&gt;that it is like a fragrance.&lt;br /&gt;It may weave a spell of nostalgia.&lt;br /&gt;Christmas may be a day of feasting,&lt;br /&gt;or of prayer, but always&lt;br /&gt;it will be a day of remembrance--&lt;br /&gt;a day in which we think of everything&lt;br /&gt;we have ever loved.&lt;br /&gt;-Augusta E. 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