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That and no more,  and it is everything. If I succeed, you shall find  there, according to your deserts, encouragement,  consolation, fear, charm, all you demand--and, perhaps,  also that glimpse of truth for which you have forgotten to ask.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EJoseph Conrad \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/pu.i.wp.pl\/k%2cMzU2MDg3ODksNzUyNTMz%2cf%2cafmkpayuoo6eriug7it0.png'\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/www.kylezabelny.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/02\/attention-deficit-disorder.jpeg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge black\"height=\"620\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=lavender\u003EPerhaps the cause of our contemporary pessimism is our tendency to view history as a turbulent stream of conflicts – between individuals in economic life, between groups in politics, between creeds in religion, between states in war. This is the more dramatic side of history; it captures the eye of the historian and the interest of the reader.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E But if we turn from that Mississippi of strife, hot with hate and dark with blood, to look upon the banks of the stream, we find quieter but more inspiring scenes: women rearing children, men building homes, peasants drawing food from the soil, artisans making the conveniences of life, statesmen sometimes organizing peace instead of war, teachers forming savages into citizens, musicians taming our hearts with harmony and rhythm, scientists patiently accumulating knowledge, philosophers groping for truth, saints suggesting the wisdom of love.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E History has been too often a picture of the bloody stream. The history of civilization is a record of what happened on the banks.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EWill Durant ,The story of Civilization \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/pu.i.wp.pl\/k%2cMzU2MDg3ODksNzUyNTMz%2cf%2cafmkpayuoo6eriug7it0.png'\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img1.liveinternet.ru\/images\/attach\/c\/5\/92\/282\/92282981_25_Fotograf_Hossein_Zare.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge gainsboro\"height=\"700\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=oldlace\u003EI felt more keenly than before the need of a philosophy that would do justice to the infinite vitality of nature. In the inexhaustible activity of the atom, in the endless resourcefulness of plants, in the teeming fertility of animals, in the hunger and movement of infants, in the laughter and play of children, in the love and devotion of youth, in the restless ambition of fathers and the lifelong sacrifice of mothers, in the undiscourageable researches of scientists and the sufferings of genius, in the crucifixion of prophets and the martyrdom of saints — in all things I saw the passion of life for growth and greatness, the drama of everlasting creation. \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003EI came to think of myself, not as a dance and chaos of molecules, but as a brief and minute portion of that majestic process... I became almost reconciled to mortality, knowing that my spirit would survive me enshrined in a fairer mold... and that my little worth would somehow be preserved in the heritage of men. In a measure the Great Sadness was lifted from me, and, where I had seen omnipresent death, I saw now everywhere the pageant and triumph of life.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EWill Durant,Transition \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cfont color=mistyrose\u003EPerhaps our supercilious disgust with existence is a cover for a secret disgust with ourselves; we have botched and bungled our lives, and we cast the blame upon the environment or the world, which have no tongues to utter a defense. The mature man accepts the natural limitations of life; he does not expect Providence to be prejudiced in his favor; he does not ask for loaded dice to play the game of life.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  He knows, with Carlyle, that there is no sense in vilifying the sun because it will not light our cigars. And perhaps, if we are clever enough to help it, the sun will even do that; and this vast neutral cosmos may turn out to be a pleasant place enough if we bring a little sunshine of our own to help it out. In truth, the world is neither with us or against us; it is but raw material in our hands, and can be heaven or hell according to what we are. \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EWill Duran, The Story of Philosophy\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E   \u003Cfont color=mintcream\u003EAnd last are the few whose delight is in meditation and understanding; who yearn not for goods, nor for victory, but for knowledge; who leave both market and battlefield to lose themselves in the quiet clarity of secluded thought; whose will is a light rather than a fire, whose haven is not power but truth: these are the men of wisdom, who stand aside unused by the world. \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EWill Durant, The Story of Philosophy\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/pu.i.wp.pl\/k%2cMzU2MDg3ODksNzUyNTMz%2cf%2cafmkpayuoo6eriug7it0.png'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img594.imageshack.us\/img594\/3983\/child004.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge crimson\"height=\"600\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=salmon\u003ELove one another. My final lesson of history is the same as that of Jesus. You may think that's a lot of lollipop but just try it. Love is the most practical thing in the world. If you take an attitude of love toward everybody you meet, you'll eventually get along.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EWill Durant\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/pu.i.wp.pl\/k%2cMzU2MDg3ODksNzUyNTMz%2cf%2cafmkpayuoo6eriug7it0.png'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/2.bp.blogspot.com\/-cj9TRjwfjoM\/Tq08ctl500I\/AAAAAAAAA0c\/cnsVnly8MKU\/s1600\/girl+and+stars.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge black\"height=\"600\"width=\"520\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=gold\u003EHow, then, shall we face the future? When the sailor is out on the ocean, when everything is changing all around him, when the waves are born and die, he does not stare down into the waves, because they are changing. He looks up at the stars. Why? 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William Jordan,"},"content":{"type":"html","$t":" \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/farm3.staticflickr.com\/2062\/2153047151_9f720bb561_b.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge cornsilk\"height=\"680\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Cfont color=cornsilk\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003EThe man who is calm does not selfishly isolate himself from the world, for he is intensely interested in all the concerns the welfare of humanity. His calmness is but a Holy of Holies into which he can retire from the world to get strength to live in the world. He realizes that the full glory of individuality, the crowning of his self-control is the majesty of calmness.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=lemonchiffon\u003ECalmness is the rarest quality in human life. It is the poise of a great nature, in harmony with itself and its ideals. It is the moral atmosphere of a life self-centered, self-reliant, and self-controlled. Calmness is singleness of purpose, absolute confidence, and conscious power, ready to be focused in an instant to meet any crises.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=papayawhip\u003ECalmness comes from within. It is the peace and restfulness of the depths of our nature. The fury of storm and of wind agitate only the surface of the sea; they penetrate only two or three hundred feet; below that is the calm, unruffled deep. To be ready for the great crises of life we must learn serenity in our daily living. 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We are the sons of Sorrow,\u003Cbr\u003EAnd Sorrow is the shadow of a God who\u003Cbr\u003ELives not in the domain of evil hearts. \u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/nd04.jxs.cz\/052\/069\/29d5a95c5d_72446643_u.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cfont color=palegoldenrod\u003EWe are sorrowful spirits, and Sorrow is\u003Cbr\u003EToo great to exist in small hearts.\u003Cbr\u003EWhen you laugh, we cry and lament; and he\u003Cbr\u003EWho is seared and cleansed once with his\u003Cbr\u003EOwn tears will remain pure forevermore. \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/nd04.jxs.cz\/052\/069\/29d5a95c5d_72446643_u.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=cornsilk\u003EYou understand us not, but we offer our\u003Cbr\u003ESympathy to you. You are racing with the\u003Cbr\u003ECurrent of the River of Life, and you\u003Cbr\u003EDo not look upon us; but we are sitting by\u003Cbr\u003EThe coast, watching you and hearing your\u003Cbr\u003EStrange voices.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/nd04.jxs.cz\/052\/069\/29d5a95c5d_72446643_u.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=palegoldenrod\u003EYou do not comprehend our cry, for the\u003Cbr\u003EClamour of the days is crowding your ears,\u003Cbr\u003EBlocked with the hard substance of your\u003Cbr\u003EYears of indifference to truth; but we hear\u003Cbr\u003EYour songs, for the whispering of the night\u003Cbr\u003EHas opened our inner hearts. We see you\u003Cbr\u003EStanding under the pointing finger of light,\u003Cbr\u003EBut you cannot see us, for we are tarrying\u003Cbr\u003EIn the enlightening darkness. \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/nd04.jxs.cz\/052\/069\/29d5a95c5d_72446643_u.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=cornsilk\u003EWe are the sons of Sorrow; we are the poets\u003Cbr\u003EAnd the prophets and the musicians. We weave\u003Cbr\u003ERaiment for the goddess from the threads of\u003Cbr\u003EOur hearts, and we fill the hands, of the\u003Cbr\u003EAngels with the seeds of our inner selves. \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/nd04.jxs.cz\/052\/069\/29d5a95c5d_72446643_u.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=palegoldenrod\u003EYou are the sons of the pursuit of earthly\u003Cbr\u003EGaiety. You place your hearts in the hands\u003Cbr\u003EOf Emptiness, for the hand's touch to\u003Cbr\u003EEmptiness is smooth and inviting. \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/nd04.jxs.cz\/052\/069\/29d5a95c5d_72446643_u.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=cornsilk\u003EYou reside in the house of Ignorance, for\u003Cbr\u003EIn his house there is no mirror in which to\u003Cbr\u003EView your souls.\u003Cbr\u003EWe sigh, and from our sighs arise the\u003Cbr\u003EWhispering of flowers and the rustling of\u003Cbr\u003ELeaves and the murmur of rivulets. \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/nd04.jxs.cz\/052\/069\/29d5a95c5d_72446643_u.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cfont color=palegoldenrod\u003EWhen you ridicule us your taunts mingle\u003Cbr\u003EWith the crushing of the skulls and the\u003Cbr\u003ERattling of shackles and the wailing of the\u003Cbr\u003EAbyss. When we cry, our tears fall into the\u003Cbr\u003EHeart of Life, as dew drops fall from the\u003Cbr\u003EEyes of Night into the heart of Dawn\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/nd04.jxs.cz\/052\/069\/29d5a95c5d_72446643_u.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cfont color=cornsilk\u003EWe cry, and sympathize with the miserable\u003Cbr\u003EWanderer and distressed widow; but you rejoice\u003Cbr\u003EAnd smile at the sight of resplendent gold. \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/nd04.jxs.cz\/052\/069\/29d5a95c5d_72446643_u.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=palegoldenrod\u003EWe cry, for we listen to the moaning of the\u003Cbr\u003EPoor and the grieving of the oppressed weak;\u003Cbr\u003EBut you laugh, for you hear naught but the\u003Cbr\u003EHappy sound of the wine goblets.\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cp\u003E   \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/nd04.jxs.cz\/052\/069\/29d5a95c5d_72446643_u.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=cornsilk\u003EWe are the sons of Sorrow, and you are the\u003Cbr\u003ESons of Joy . . . Let us measure the outcome of\u003Cbr\u003EOur sorrow against the deeds of your joy\u003Cbr\u003EBefore the face of the Sun . . . \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/nd04.jxs.cz\/052\/069\/29d5a95c5d_72446643_u.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cfont color=palegoldenrod\u003EYou have built the Pyramids upon the hearts\u003Cbr\u003EOf slaves, but the Pyramids stand now upon\u003Cbr\u003EThe sand, commemorating to the Ages our\u003Cbr\u003EImmortality and your evanescence. \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/nd04.jxs.cz\/052\/069\/29d5a95c5d_72446643_u.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=cornsilk\u003EYou have built Babylon upon the bones of the\u003Cbr\u003EWeak, and erected the palaces of Nineveh upon\u003Cbr\u003EThe graves of the miserable.  Babylon is now but\u003Cbr\u003EThe footprint of the camel upon the moving sand\u003Cbr\u003EOf the desert.\u003CBr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/nd04.jxs.cz\/052\/069\/29d5a95c5d_72446643_u.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=palegoldenrod\u003EWe have composed and played the soothing\u003Cbr\u003ESong of Nahawand upon the strings, and caused\u003Cbr\u003EThe Beloved's spirit to come hovering in the\u003Cbr\u003EFirmament near to us; we have praised the\u003Cbr\u003ESupreme Being with words and deeds; the words\u003Cbr\u003EBecame as the words of God, and the deeds\u003Cbr\u003EBecame overwhelming love of the angels. \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/nd04.jxs.cz\/052\/069\/29d5a95c5d_72446643_u.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=cornsilk\u003EYou are following Amusement, whose sharp claws\u003Cbr\u003EHave torn thousands of martyrs in the arenas\u003Cbr\u003EOf Rome and Antioch  . . .  But we are following\u003Cbr\u003ESilence, whose careful fingers have woven the\u003Cbr\u003EIliad and the Book of Job and the Lamentations\u003Cbr\u003EOf Jeremiah. \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/nd04.jxs.cz\/052\/069\/29d5a95c5d_72446643_u.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=palegoldenrod\u003EYou lie down with Lust, whose tempest has\u003Cbr\u003ESwept one thousand processions of the soul of\u003Cbr\u003EWoman away and into the pit of shame and\u003Cbr\u003EHorror . . . But we embrace Solitude, in whose\u003Cbr\u003EShadow the beauties of Hamlet and Dante arose. \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/nd04.jxs.cz\/052\/069\/29d5a95c5d_72446643_u.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E  \u003Cfont color=cornsilk\u003EWe are the sons of Sorrow, and you are the\u003Cbr\u003ESons of Joy; and between our sorrow and your\u003Cbr\u003EJoy there is a rough and narrow path which\u003Cbr\u003EYour spirited horses cannot travel, and upon\u003Cbr\u003EWhich your magnificent carriages cannot pass. \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/nd04.jxs.cz\/052\/069\/29d5a95c5d_72446643_u.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cfont color=palegoldenrod\u003EWe pity your smallness as you hate our\u003Cbr\u003EGreatness; and between our pity and your\u003Cbr\u003EHatred, Time halts bewildered. We come to\u003Cbr\u003EYou as friends, but you attack us as enemies;\u003Cbr\u003EAnd between our friendship and your enmity,\u003Cbr\u003EThere is a deep ravine flowing with tears\u003Cbr\u003EAnd blood. \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/nd04.jxs.cz\/052\/069\/29d5a95c5d_72446643_u.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=cornsilk\u003EWe build palaces for you, and you dig graves\u003Cbr\u003EFor us; and between the beauty of the palace\u003Cbr\u003EAnd the obscurity of the grave, Humanity\u003Cbr\u003EWalks as a sentry with iron weapons. \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/nd04.jxs.cz\/052\/069\/29d5a95c5d_72446643_u.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=palegoldenrod\u003EWe spread your path with roses, and you cover\u003Cbr\u003EOur beds with thorns; and between the roses\u003Cbr\u003EAnd the thorns, Truth slumbers fitfully. \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/nd04.jxs.cz\/052\/069\/29d5a95c5d_72446643_u.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=cornsilk\u003ESince the beginning of the world you have\u003Cbr\u003Efought against our gentle power with your\u003Cbr\u003ECoarse weakness; and when you triumph over\u003Cbr\u003EUs for an hour, you croak and clamour merrily\u003Cbr\u003ELike the frogs of the water. And when we\u003Cbr\u003EConquer you and subdue you for an Age, we\u003Cbr\u003ERemain as silent giants. \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/nd04.jxs.cz\/052\/069\/29d5a95c5d_72446643_u.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=palegoldenrod\u003EYou crucified Jesus and stood below Him,\u003Cbr\u003EBlaspheming and mocking at Him; but at last\u003Cbr\u003EHe came down and overcame the generations,\u003Cbr\u003EAnd walked among you as a hero, filling the\u003Cbr\u003EUniverse with His glory and His beauty. \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/nd04.jxs.cz\/052\/069\/29d5a95c5d_72446643_u.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E  \u003Cfont color=cornsilk\u003EWe are the sons of Sorrow, and sorrow is a\u003Cbr\u003ERich cloud, showering the multitudes with\u003Cbr\u003EKnowledge and Truth. You are the sons of\u003Cbr\u003EJoy, and as high as your joy may reach,\u003Cbr\u003EBy the Law of God it must be destroyed\u003Cbr\u003EBefore the winds of heaven and dispersed\u003Cbr\u003EInto nothingness, for it is naught but a\u003Cbr\u003EThin and wavering pillar of smoke. 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I looked through the hole and saw a landscape like that behind our house, uncared for, and wild. I moved back a few steps, because I sensed vaguely that something was about to happen. All of a sudden a hand appeared, a tiny hand of a boy about my own age. By the time I came close again, the hand was gone, and in its place there was a marvelous white sheep.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E The sheep's wool was faded. Its wheels had escaped. All of this only made it more authentic. I had never seen such a wonderful sheep. I looked back through the hole but the boy had disappeared. I went into the house and brought out a treasure of my own: a pinecone, opened, full of odor and resin, which I adored. I set it down in the same spot and went off with the sheep.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E I never saw either the hand or the boy again. And I have never again seen a sheep like that either. The toy I lost finally in a fire. But even now, in 1954, almost fifty years old, whenever I pass a toy shop, I look furtively into the window, but it's no use. They don't make sheep like that anymore.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E I have been a lucky man. To feel the intimacy of brothers is a marvelous thing in life. To feel the love of people whom we love is a fire that feeds our life. But to feel the affection that comes from those whom we do not know, from those unknown to us, who are watching over our sleep and solitude, over our dangers and our weaknesses, that is something still greater and more beautiful because it widens out the boundaries of our being, and unites all living things.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E That exchange brought home to me for the first time a precious idea: that all of humanity is somehow together. That experience came to me again much later; this time it stood out strikingly against a background of trouble and persecution.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E It won't surprise you then that I attempted to give something resiny, earthlike, and fragrant in exchange for human brotherhood. Just as I once left the pinecone by the fence, I have since left my words on the door of so many people who were unknown to me, people in prison, or hunted, or alone.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E That is the great lesson I learned in my childhood, in the backyard of a lonely house. Maybe it was nothing but a game two boys played who didn't know each other and wanted to pass to the other some good things of life. Yet maybe this small and mysterious exchange of gifts remained inside me also, deep and indestructible, giving my poetry light.  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Lawrence,Hermann Hesse,C. JoyBell C.Victor Hugo"},"content":{"type":"html","$t":" \u003Cfont color=aqua\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003EMusic:\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=aquamarine\u003EGIOVANNI MARRADI - Gracefully \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Ciframe width=\"550\" height=\"380\" src=\"http:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/otBWiHxLb3Y?feature=player_detailpage\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen\u003E\u003C\/iframe\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/4.bp.blogspot.com\/-J-6KFU4wbNg\/TrB1ATdY8VI\/AAAAAAAAg2o\/eTt9SrpJWag\/s640\/Nydia+Lozano+-+%252835%2529.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge blanchedalmond\"height=\"640\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=salmon\u003ENydia Lozano Art\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=lemonchiffon\u003EI believe a man is born first unto himself - for the happy  developing of himself, while the world is a nursery,  and the pretty things are to be snatched for, and pleasant  things tasted; some people seem to exist thus right  to the end. But most are born again on entering manhood;  then they are born to humanity, to a consciousness  of all the laughing, and the never-ceasing murmur of pain  and sorrow that comes from the terrible multitudes  of brothers.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003ED.H. Lawrence\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E   \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img1.ak.crunchyroll.com\/i\/spire4\/23a373c87365be561c62b86047a4e3ba1237113702_full.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge dodgerblue\"height=\"640\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E  \u003Cfont color=powderblue\u003ETo hold our tongues when everyone is gossiping, to smile  without hostility at people and institutions, to compensate  for the shortage of love in the world with more love in  small, private matters; to be more faithful in our work, to show  greater patience, to forgo the cheap revenge obtainable  from mockery and criticism: all these are things we can do.  \u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cfont color=red\u003EHermann Hesse  \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img1.liveinternet.ru\/images\/attach\/c\/3\/76\/934\/76934011_46462883_tinnad_16.png'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E  \u003Cfont color=plum\u003EEvery man is more than just himself; he also represents  the unique, the very special and always significant and  remarkable point at which the world's phenomena intersect,  only once in this way, and never again. That is why every  man's story is important, eternal, sacred; that is why  every man, as long as he lives and fulfills the will of  nature, is wondrous, and worthy of consideration.  In each individual the spirit has become flesh, in each  man the creation suffers, within each one a redeemer is  nailed to the cross.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003E Hermann Hesse, Demian  \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img1.liveinternet.ru\/images\/attach\/c\/3\/76\/934\/76934011_46462883_tinnad_16.png'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=pink\u003EWe are sun and moon, dear friend; we are sea and land.  It is not our purpose to become each other; it is to  recognize each other, to learn to see the other and  honor him for what he is: each the other's opposite  and complement.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003E Hermann Hesse, Narcissus and Goldmund \u003Cbr\u003E \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/3.bp.blogspot.com\/-UiBikGUiz_o\/TrB1gblE80I\/AAAAAAAAg4w\/MHuYa9hGzH4\/s1600\/Nydia+Lozano+-+%252852%2529.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge lightsalmon\"height=\"650\"width=\"550\"\u003ENydia Lozano Art\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=lightsalmon\u003EThe person in life that you will always be with the most,  is yourself. Because even when you are with others, you  are still with yourself, too! When you wake up in the  morning, you are with yourself, laying in bed at night  you are with yourself, walking down the street in  the sunlight you are with yourself.What kind of person  do you want to walk down the street with? What kind  of person do you want to wake up in the morning with?  What kind of person do you want to see at the end of  the day before you fall asleep? Because that person  is yourself, and it's your responsibility to be that  person you want to be with. I know I want to spend  my life with a person who knows how to let things go,  who's not full of hate, who's able to smile and be  carefree. So that's who I have to be.” \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EC. JoyBell C.\u003Cbr\u003E  \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img1.liveinternet.ru\/images\/attach\/c\/3\/76\/934\/76934011_46462883_tinnad_16.png'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=navajowhite\u003ECan human nature be so entirely transformed inside and out?  Can man, created by God, be made wicked by man? Can a soul  be so completely changed by its destiny, and turn evil  when its fate is evil? Can the heart become distorted,  contract incurable deformities and incurable infirmities,  under the pressure of disproportionate grief, like  the spinal column under a low ceiling? Is there not in  every human soul a primitive spark, a divine element,  incorruptible in this world and immortal in the next,  which can be developed by goodness, kindled, lit up, and  made to radiate, and which evil can never entirely extinguish.\u003Cbr\u003E   \u003Cfont color=red\u003EVictor Hugo, Les Misérables    \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='https:\/\/fbcdn-sphotos-a-a.akamaihd.net\/hphotos-ak-ash4\/305144_199564466841675_65825619_n.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge crimson\"height=\"640\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=red\u003EThings That Never Die \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=white\u003ECharles Dickens (1812-1870) \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=darkorange\u003EThe pure, the bright, the beautiful \u003Cbr\u003Ethat stirred our hearts in youth, \u003Cbr\u003EThe impulses to wordless prayer, \u003Cbr\u003EThe streams of love and truth, \u003Cbr\u003EThe longing after something lost, \u003Cbr\u003EThe spirit's longing cry, \u003Cbr\u003EThe striving after better hopes- \u003Cbr\u003EThese things can never die. \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img1.liveinternet.ru\/images\/attach\/c\/3\/76\/934\/76934011_46462883_tinnad_16.png'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=gold\u003EThe timid hand stretched forth to aid \u003Cbr\u003EA brother in his need; \u003Cbr\u003EA kindly word in grief's dark hour \u003Cbr\u003EThat proves a friend indeed; \u003Cbr\u003EThe plea for mercy softly breathed, \u003Cbr\u003EWhen justice threatens high, \u003Cbr\u003EThe sorrow of a contrite heart- \u003Cbr\u003EThese things shall never die. \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img1.liveinternet.ru\/images\/attach\/c\/3\/76\/934\/76934011_46462883_tinnad_16.png'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=goldenrod\u003ELet nothing pass, for every hand \u003Cbr\u003EMust find some work to do, \u003Cbr\u003ELose not a chance to waken love-\u003Cbr\u003E  Be firm and just and true. \u003Cbr\u003ESo shall a light that cannot fade \u003Cbr\u003EBeam on thee from on high, \u003Cbr\u003EAnd angel voices say to thee- \u003Cbr\u003E\"These things shall never die.\" \u003Cbr\u003E"},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/feeds\/7771296679038595742\/comments\/default","title":"Post Comments"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/09\/things-that-never-die-by-charles.html#comment-form","title":"0 Comments"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/7771296679038595742"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/7771296679038595742"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/09\/things-that-never-die-by-charles.html","title":"Things That Never Die by Charles Dickens,inspirational love,humanism,human character and life quotes by D.H. 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Then all your work will be seen  as a mere duty and not as the very porthole connecting you with  the Universe itself. \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EMarcus Aurelius  \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/pu.i.wp.pl\/k%2cMzU2MDg3ODksNzUyNTMz%2cf%2cChomikImage.aspxbgtrf.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=powderblue\u003EIt is wrong to think that love comes from long companionship and  persevering courtship.\u003Cbr\u003ELove is the offspring of spiritual affinity and unless that affinity is  created in a moment,it will not be created for years or even generations.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EKahlil Gibran\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/pu.i.wp.pl\/k%2cMzU2MDg3ODksNzUyNTMz%2cf%2crosa.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/www.richardjohnsonart.com\/richardjohnson\/images\/RJohnson-MotherChildI.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge lightsalmon\"height=\"600\"width=\"415\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=lightcoral\u003ERichard Johnson Painting\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=sandybrown\u003ETrue love means the fight has disappeared, the two have become one.  Their bodies exist separately but their being has mingled.  The boundaries are lost, there is no division. There is no ‘I’ and no ‘thou’,  no one exists. \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/pu.i.wp.pl\/k%2cMzU2MDg3ODksNzUyNTMz%2cf%2cChomikImage.aspxbgtrf.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=palegoldenrod\u003EMy message of love is not the message of that love which is the polar  opposite of hate. My message of love is of that love which is capable  of absorbing hate and transforming it.  \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EOsho\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/pu.i.wp.pl\/k%2cMzU2MDg3ODksNzUyNTMz%2cf%2cChomikImage.aspxbgtrf.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=sandybrown\u003EIf you love, love with awareness. If I was going to teach you I would not  tell you whom to love, how to love. That is all nonsense. Love is your  intrinsic quality. You are born with it, just as hate is also there.  I will teach you, be aware. Before anything happens to you — love or hate,  anger, passion, compassion, anything — be aware. Let everything arise  out of your awareness. \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EOsho\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/pu.i.wp.pl\/k%2cMzU2MDg3ODksNzUyNTMz%2cf%2cChomikImage.aspxbgtrf.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=palegoldenrod\u003ELove is food: food for the soul. When a child sucks at his  mother’s breast for the first time, he is sucking two things,  not only milk — milk is going into his body and love is going  into his soul. Love is invisible, just as soul is invisible; milk  is visible just as body is visible. If you have eyes to see, you  can see two things together dripping into the child’s being  from the mother’s breast. Milk is just the visible part of love;  love is the invisible part of milk — the warmth, the love,  the compassion, the blessing.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EOsho\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/pu.i.wp.pl\/k%2cMzU2MDg3ODksNzUyNTMz%2cf%2cChomikImage.aspxbgtrf.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=sandybrown\u003EThe higher you reach, the more unburdened you need to be.  So a miser cannot soar high. A miser cannot soar in love,  or in prayer, or in God. He remains clinging to the earth, he  almost remains rooted in the earth. Trees cannot fly. If you  want to fly, you need to be uprooted. You need to be like  a white cloud, with no roots anywhere — a wanderer.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EOsho\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/pu.i.wp.pl\/k%2cMzU2MDg3ODksNzUyNTMz%2cf%2crosa.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img-fotki.yandex.ru\/get\/5403\/milkamilkina.59\/0_630a2_1a1e25df_XL.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge forestgreen\"height=\"670\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=greenyellow\u003ELove is like a spring that never stops flowing.\u003Cbr\u003EWhen you arrive at this spring, do not rush to drink from it.\u003Cbr\u003EStop and rest a while, recover from the long road you have  traveled and then catch the water into your hands\u003Cbr\u003Elike in a cup and bring it to your lips, slowly,\u003Cbr\u003Edo not be afraid that the water will ever dry up.\u003Cbr\u003EThe spring of love is inexhaustible.\u003Cbr\u003ESo drink the water of love without haste \u003Cbr\u003Eand with grateful recognition.\u003Cbr\u003EEach of the persons who love you is a spring from  which you draw,\u003Cbr\u003Eso be careful and do not make this spring cloudy.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EOmraam Mikhael Aivanhov\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/pu.i.wp.pl\/k%2cMzU2MDg3ODksNzUyNTMz%2cf%2crosa.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img-fotki.yandex.ru\/get\/4403\/lenivova-elena.c4\/0_68f26_7b6a3b98_XL.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge palegoldenrod\"height=\"700\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cfont color=lemonchiffon\u003EAlbert Lynch Art\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=red\u003ELOVE\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=white\u003EGurulugomi\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=bisque\u003EIf you develop love truly great, \u003Cbr\u003Erid of the desire to hold and possess. \u003Cbr\u003EThat strong, clean love untarnished by lust, \u003Cbr\u003Ethat love which does not expect to be repayed,\u003Cbr\u003Ethat love which is firm but not grasping, \u003Cbr\u003Eenduring but not tied down, \u003Cbr\u003Egentle and settled, \u003Cbr\u003Ediamond-hard but unhurting, \u003Cbr\u003Ehelpful but not interfering, \u003Cbr\u003Ecool and refreshing, \u003Cbr\u003Egiving more than taking, \u003Cbr\u003Edignified but not proud, \u003Cbr\u003Esoft but not weak, \u003Cbr\u003Ethat love which leads to Enlightenment, \u003Cbr\u003Ethen you will be washed of all ill-will.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/pu.i.wp.pl\/k%2cMzU2MDg3ODksNzUyNTMz%2cf%2crosa.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/2.bp.blogspot.com\/-bDrKq1rE00Q\/Tseq0SFMi5I\/AAAAAAAAB3E\/NQ_E8e-4Z6Q\/s1600\/Maternal+Affection.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge peachpuff\"height=\"700\"width=\"550\"\u003E Hughes Merle Art\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=navajowhite\u003ELove is the divine Mother's arms; when those arms are spread, every  soul falls into them.\u003Cbr\u003EHe met everyone on his own plane, spoke to everyone in his  own language. What did Jesus teach when he said to the fishermen,  'Come hither, I will make you fishers of men?' It did not mean, 'I will  teach you ways by which you get the best of man.' It only meant: your  tact, your sympathy will spread its arms before every soul who comes,  as mother's arms are spread out for her little ones. \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EHazrat Inayat Khan               "},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/feeds\/3811397788531244324\/comments\/default","title":"Post Comments"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/08\/reflexive-insightful-love-quotes-by.html#comment-form","title":"0 Comments"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/3811397788531244324"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/3811397788531244324"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/08\/reflexive-insightful-love-quotes-by.html","title":"Reflexive insightful love quotes by osho,Marcus Aurelius,Gurulugomi,Hazrat Inayat Khan ,Omraam Mikhael Aivanhov,Hafiz"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"Anonymous"},"uri":{"$t":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/profile\/09652536733620134629"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$image":{"rel":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail","width":"16","height":"16","src":"https:\/\/img1.blogblog.com\/img\/b16-rounded.gif"}}],"media$thumbnail":{"xmlns$media":"http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/","url":"https:\/\/img.youtube.com\/vi\/SkvRTp2RCYk\/default.jpg","height":"72","width":"72"},"thr$total":{"$t":"0"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4739814251441728812.post-4852944442636810285"},"published":{"$t":"2012-08-17T08:01:00.000-07:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2012-11-04T22:54:39.705-08:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Hope poems and quotes"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Humanism quotes and poems"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational and motivational poems"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational music"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Khalil Gibran quotes and poems"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Painting and fine art"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Philosophy  and Ethics poems and quotes"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"Excerpts from\"Your Thought and Mine\" by Khalil Gibran,Excerpts from \"song of the open road\" by Walt whitman,Inspiring quotes by  Henry W Longfellow"},"content":{"type":"html","$t":" \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cfont color=aqua\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003EMusic:\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=aquamarine\u003ERichard Clayderman:te Amo\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Ciframe width=\"550\" height=\"380\" src=\"http:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/G64u6oNlUcc?feature=player_detailpage\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen\u003E\u003C\/iframe\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/glasgowartclub.co.uk\/images\/gallery\/garyMorrow\/originals\/Woodlandsunrise.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge cornsilk\"height=\"600\"width=\"400\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=cornsilk\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003EGary Morrow Art\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=red\u003EExcerpts from \"Your Thought and Mine\" \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=white\u003EKhalil Gibran\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=pink\u003EYour thought is a tree rooted deep in the soil of tradition \u003Cbr\u003Eand whose branches grow in the power of continuity.\u003Cbr\u003E My thought is a cloud moving in the space. It turns into \u003Cbr\u003Edrops which, as they fall, form a brook that sings its way\u003Cbr\u003E into the sea. Then it rises as vapour into the sky.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/gifynaforumanowi.blox.pl\/resource\/jjjjjjjjjjjj.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=khaki\u003EYour thought is a fortress that neither gale nor the lightning\u003Cbr\u003E can shake. My thought is a tender leaf that sways in every \u003Cbr\u003Edirection and finds pleasure in its swaying.\u003Cbr\u003E Your thought is an ancient dogma that cannot change you nor\u003Cbr\u003E can you change it.\u003Cbr\u003E My thought is new, and it tests me and I test it morn and eve. \u003Cbr\u003EYou have your thought and I have mine. \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/gifynaforumanowi.blox.pl\/resource\/jjjjjjjjjjjj.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=pink\u003EYour thought allows you to believe in the unequal contest\u003Cbr\u003E of the strong against the weak, and in the tricking of \u003Cbr\u003Ethe simple by the subtle ones. My thought creates in me \u003Cbr\u003Ethe desire to till the earth with my hoe, and harvest\u003Cbr\u003E the crops with my sickle, and build my home with stones \u003Cbr\u003Eand mortar, and weave my raiment with woollen and linen threads. \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/gifynaforumanowi.blox.pl\/resource\/jjjjjjjjjjjj.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=khaki\u003EYour thought urges you to marry wealth and notability.\u003Cbr\u003E  Mine commends self-reliance. Your thought advocates fame\u003Cbr\u003E and show. Mine counsels me and implores me to cast aside \u003Cbr\u003Enotoriety and treat it like a grain of sand cast upon \u003Cbr\u003Ethe shore of eternity. \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/gifynaforumanowi.blox.pl\/resource\/jjjjjjjjjjjj.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=pink\u003EYour thought instils in your heart arrogance and superiority.\u003Cbr\u003E Mine plants within me love for peace and the desire for \u003Cbr\u003Eindependence. Your thought begets dreams of palaces with\u003Cbr\u003E furniture of sandalwood studded with jewels, and beds \u003Cbr\u003Emade of twisted silk threads. \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/gifynaforumanowi.blox.pl\/resource\/jjjjjjjjjjjj.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=khaki\u003EMy thought speaks softly in my ears,Be clean in body and\u003Cbr\u003E spirit even if you have nowhere to lay your head. Your\u003Cbr\u003E thought makes you aspire to titles and offices. \u003Cbr\u003EMine exhorts me to humble service. \u003Cbr\u003EYou have your thought and I have mine. \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/gifynaforumanowi.blox.pl\/resource\/jjjjjjjjjjjj.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cfont color=pink\u003EYour thought is social science, a religious and political \u003Cbr\u003Edictionary. Mine is simple axiom. Your thought speaks of\u003Cbr\u003E the beautiful woman, the ugly, the virtuous, the prostitute,\u003Cbr\u003E the intelligent, and the stupid. Mine sees in every woman\u003Cbr\u003E a mother, a sister, or a daughter of every man. \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/gifynaforumanowi.blox.pl\/resource\/jjjjjjjjjjjj.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=khaki\u003EThe subjects of your thought are thieves, criminals, and\u003Cbr\u003E assassins. Mine declares that thieves are the creatures\u003Cbr\u003E of monopoly, criminals are the offspring of tyrants, and\u003Cbr\u003E assassins are akin to the slain. Your thought describes\u003Cbr\u003E laws, courts, judges, punishments. Mine explains that when\u003Cbr\u003E man makes a law, he either violates it or obeys it.\u003Cbr\u003E If there is a basic law, we are all one before it. He who\u003Cbr\u003E disdains the mean is himself mean. He who vaunts his scorn\u003Cbr\u003E of the sinful vaunts his disdain of all humanity.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/gifynaforumanowi.blox.pl\/resource\/jjjjjjjjjjjj.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cfont color=pink\u003EYour thought concerns the skilled, the artist, the intellectual,\u003Cbr\u003E the philosopher, the priest. Mine speaks of the loving and \u003Cbr\u003Ethe affectionate, the sincere, the honest, the forthright,\u003Cbr\u003E the kindly, and the martyr.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/gifynaforumanowi.blox.pl\/resource\/jjjjjjjjjjjj.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=khaki\u003E In your thought there are the rich, the poor, and the beggared.\u003Cbr\u003E My thought holds that there are no riches but life; that we are\u003Cbr\u003E all beggars, and no benefactor exists save life herself. \u003Cbr\u003EYou have your thought and I have mine. \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/gifynaforumanowi.blox.pl\/resource\/jjjjjjjjjjjj.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cfont color=pink\u003EYour thought differentiates between pragmatist and idealist,\u003Cbr\u003E between the part and the whole, between the mystic and materialist.\u003Cbr\u003E Mine realizes that life is one and its weights, measures and\u003Cbr\u003E tables do not coincide with your weights, measures and tables. \u003Cbr\u003EHe whom you suppose an idealist may be a practical man. \u003Cbr\u003EYou have your thought and I have mine. \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/gifynaforumanowi.blox.pl\/resource\/jjjjjjjjjjjj.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=khaki\u003EYour thought is interested in ruins and museums, mummies and \u003Cbr\u003Epetrified objects. But mine hovers in the ever-renewed haze\u003Cbr\u003E and clouds. Your thought is enthroned on skulls. Since you \u003Cbr\u003Etake pride in it, you glorify it too.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/gifynaforumanowi.blox.pl\/resource\/jjjjjjjjjjjj.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cfont color=pink\u003EMy thought wanders in the obscure and distant valleys.\u003Cbr\u003E Your thought trumpets while you dance. Mine prefers \u003Cbr\u003Ethe anguish of death to your music and dancing. \u003Cbr\u003EYour thought is the thought of gossip and false pleasure.\u003Cbr\u003E Mine is the thought of him who is lost in his own country,\u003Cbr\u003E of the alien in his own nation, of the solitary among his\u003Cbr\u003E kinfolk and friends. \u003Cbr\u003EYou have your thought and I have mine. \u003Cbr\u003E \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/s009.radikal.ru\/i309\/1112\/b7\/195e5d29341f.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge powderblue\"height=\"690\"width=\"450\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=cyan\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003EMichael and Inessa Garmash Painting\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Cfont color=powderblue\u003EAfoot and light-hearted I take to the open road,\u003Cbr\u003EHealthy, free, the world before me,\u003Cbr\u003EThe long brown path before me leading wherever I choose.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/gifynaforumanowi.blox.pl\/resource\/hgjygthgftyf.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=pink\u003EHenceforth I ask not good-fortune, I myself am good-fortune,\u003Cbr\u003EHenceforth I whimper no more, postpone no more, \u003Cbr\u003Eneed nothing,\u003Cbr\u003EDone with indoor complaints, libraries, querulous criticisms,\u003Cbr\u003EStrong and content I travel the open road.\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/gifynaforumanowi.blox.pl\/resource\/hgjygthgftyf.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=powderblue\u003E(Still here I carry my old delicious burdens,\u003Cbr\u003EI carry them, men and women, I carry them with\u003Cbr\u003E me wherever I go,\u003Cbr\u003EI swear it is impossible for me to get rid of them,\u003Cbr\u003EI am fill’d with them, and I will fill them in return.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EWALT WHITMAN,excerpts from \"Song of the Open Road\"\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/24.media.tumblr.com\/tumblr_lqz023H6Rt1qb62c4o1_500.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge coral\"height=\"700\"width=\"500\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Cfont color=salmon\u003ENot enjoyment, and not sorrow,\u003Cbr\u003EIs our destined end or way;\u003Cbr\u003EBut to act, that each tomorrow\u003Cbr\u003EFind us farther than today.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EHenry Wadsworth Longfellow\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/gifynaforumanowi.blox.pl\/resource\/hgjygthgftyf.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=salmon\u003ELives of great men all remind us \u003Cbr\u003EWe can make our lives sublime, \u003Cbr\u003EAnd, departing, leave behind us \u003Cbr\u003EFootprints on the sand of time; \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E Footprints, that perhaps another, \u003Cbr\u003ESailing o'er life's solenm main, \u003Cbr\u003EA forlorn and shipwrecked brother, \u003Cbr\u003ESeeing, shall take heart again. \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E Let us then be up and doing, \u003Cbr\u003EWith a heart for any fate; \u003Cbr\u003EStill achieving, still pursuing, \u003Cbr\u003ELearn to labor and to wait. \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003E Henry Wadsworth Longfellow\u003Cbr\u003E"},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/feeds\/4852944442636810285\/comments\/default","title":"Post Comments"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/08\/excerpts-from-thought-and-mine-by.html#comment-form","title":"0 Comments"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/4852944442636810285"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/4852944442636810285"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/08\/excerpts-from-thought-and-mine-by.html","title":"Excerpts from\u0026quot;Your Thought and Mine\u0026quot; by Khalil Gibran,Excerpts from \u0026quot;song of the open road\u0026quot; by Walt whitman,Inspiring quotes by  Henry W Longfellow"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"Anonymous"},"uri":{"$t":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/profile\/09652536733620134629"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$image":{"rel":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail","width":"16","height":"16","src":"https:\/\/img1.blogblog.com\/img\/b16-rounded.gif"}}],"media$thumbnail":{"xmlns$media":"http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/","url":"https:\/\/img.youtube.com\/vi\/G64u6oNlUcc\/default.jpg","height":"72","width":"72"},"thr$total":{"$t":"0"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4739814251441728812.post-6420101970203994930"},"published":{"$t":"2012-08-15T17:17:00.000-07:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2012-11-04T22:54:39.877-08:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Forgiveness and tolerance  poems and quotes"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Humanism quotes and poems"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational stories"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Painting and fine art"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"Three Questions: A short story by Leo Tolstoy"},"content":{"type":"html","$t":" \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003C\u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/www.sightswithin.com\/Caspar.David.Friedrich\/Neubrandenburg.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge lightyellow\"height=\"680\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=lemonchiffon\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003ECaspar David Friedrich Art\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E   \u003Cfont color=red\u003EThree Questions\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=white\u003E Leo Tolstoy\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \t \u003Cfont color=navajowhite\u003EIt once occurred to a certain king, that if he always knew the right time to begin everything; if he knew who were the right people to listen to, and whom to avoid; and, above all, if he always knew what was the most important thing to do, he would never fail in anything he might undertake.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E And this thought having occurred to him, he had it proclaimed throughout his kingdom that he would give a great reward to any one who would teach him what was the right time for every action, and who were the most necessary people, and how he might know what was the most important thing to do.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E And learned men came to the King, but they all answered his questions differently.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E In reply to the first question, some said that to know the right time for every action, one must draw up in advance, a table of days, months and years, and must live strictly according to it. Only thus, said they, could everything be done at its proper time. Others declared that it was impossible to decide beforehand the right time for every action; but that, not letting oneself be absorbed in idle pastimes, one should always attend to all that was going on, and then do what was most needful. Others, again, said that however attentive the King might be to what was going on, it was impossible for one man to decide correctly the right time for every action, but that he should have a Council of wise men, who would help him to fix the proper time for everything.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E But then again others said there were some things which could not wait to be laid before a Council, but about which one had at once to decide whether to undertake them or not. But in order to decide that, one must know beforehand what was going to happen. It is only magicians who know that; and, therefore, in order to know the right time for every action, one must consult magicians.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E Equally various were the answers to the second question. Some said, the people the King most needed were his councillors; others, the priests; others, the doctors; while some said the warriors were the most necessary.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E To the third question, as to what was the most important occupation: some replied that the most important thing in the world was science. Others said it was skill in warfare; and others, again, that it was religious worship.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E All the answers being different, the King agreed with none of them, and gave the reward to none. But still wishing to find the right answers to his questions, he decided to consult a hermit, widely renowned for his wisdom.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=blanchedalmond\u003EThe hermit lived in a wood which he never quitted, and he received none but common folk. So the King put on simple clothes, and before reaching the hermit's cell dismounted from his horse, and, leaving his body-guard behind, went on alone.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E When the King approached, the hermit was digging the ground in front of his hut. Seeing the King, he greeted him and went on digging. The hermit was frail and weak, and each time he stuck his spade into the ground and turned a little earth, he breathed heavily.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E The King went up to him and said: \"I have come to you, wise hermit, to ask you to answer three questions: How can I learn to do the right thing at the right time? Who are the people I most need, and to whom should I, therefore, pay more attention than to the rest? And, what affairs are the most important, and need my first attention?\"\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E The hermit listened to the King, but answered nothing. He just spat on his hand and recommenced digging.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \"You are tired,\" said the King, \"let me take the spade and work awhile for you.\"\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \"Thanks!\" said the hermit, and, giving the spade to the King, he sat down on the ground.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E When he had dug two beds, the King stopped and repeated his questions. The hermit again gave no answer, but rose, stretched out his hand for the spade, and said:\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \"Now rest awhile-and let me work a bit.\"\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E But the King did not give him the spade, and continued to dig. One hour passed, and another. The sun began to sink behind the trees, and the King at last stuck the spade into the ground, and said:\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \"I came to you, wise man, for an answer to my questions. If you can give me none, tell me so, and I will return home.\"\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \"Here comes some one running,\" said the hermit, \"let us see who it is.\"\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E The King turned round, and saw a bearded man come running out of the wood. The man held his hands pressed against his stomach, and blood was flowing from under them. When he reached the King, he fell fainting on the ground moaning feebly. The King and the hermit unfastened the man's clothing. There was a large wound in his stomach. The King washed it as best he could, and bandaged it with his handkerchief and with a towel the hermit had. But the blood would not stop flowing, and the King again and again removed the bandage soaked with warm blood, and washed and rebandaged the wound. When at last the blood ceased flowing, the man revived and asked for something to drink. The King brought fresh water and gave it to him. Meanwhile the sun had set, and it had become cool. So the King, with the hermit's help, carried the wounded man into the hut and laid him on the bed. Lying on the bed the man closed his eyes and was quiet; but the King was so tired with his walk and with the work he had done, that he crouched down on the threshold, and also fell asleep--so soundly that he slept all through the short summer night. When he awoke in the morning, it was long before he could remember where he was, or who was the strange bearded man lying on the bed and gazing intently at him with shining eyes.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \"Forgive me!\" said the bearded man in a weak voice, when he saw that the King was awake and was looking at him.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \"I do not know you, and have nothing to forgive you for,\" said the King.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \"You do not know me, but I know you. I am that enemy of yours who swore to revenge himself on you, because you executed his brother and seized his property. I knew you had gone alone to see the hermit, and I resolved to kill you on your way back. But the day passed and you did not return. So I came out from my ambush to find you, and I came upon your bodyguard, and they recognized me, and wounded me. I escaped from them, but should have bled to death had you not dressed my wound. I wished to kill you, and you have saved my life. Now, if I live, and if you wish it, I will serve you as your most faithful slave, and will bid my sons do the same. Forgive me!\"\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E The King was very glad to have made peace with his enemy so easily, and to have gained him for a friend, and he not only forgave him, but said he would send his servants and his own physician to attend him, and promised to restore his property.  Having taken leave of the wounded man, the King went out into the porch and looked around for the hermit. Before going away he wished once more to beg an answer to the questions he had put. The hermit was outside, on his knees, sowing seeds in the beds that had been dug the day before.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E The King approached him, and said:\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \"For the last time, I pray you to answer my questions, wise man.\"\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \"You have already been answered!\" said the hermit, still crouching on his thin legs, and looking up at the King, who stood before him.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \"How answered? What do you mean?\" asked the King.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=lightyellow\u003E\"Do you not see,\" replied the hermit. \"If you had not pitied my weakness yesterday, and had not dug those beds for me, but had gone your way, that man would have attacked you, and you would have repented of not having stayed with me. So the most important time was when you were digging the beds; and I was the most important man; and to do me good was your most important business. Afterwards when that man ran to us, the most important time was when you were attending to him, for if you had not bound up his wounds he would have died without having made peace with you. So he was the most important man, and what you did for him was your most important business. Remember then: there is only one time that is important-- Now! It is the most important time because it is the only time when we have any power. The most necessary man is he with whom you are, for no man knows whether he will ever have dealings with any one else: and the most important affair is, to do him good, because for that purpose alone was man sent into this life!\""},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/feeds\/6420101970203994930\/comments\/default","title":"Post Comments"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/08\/three-questions-short-story-by-leo.html#comment-form","title":"0 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Cervantes"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"Anonymous"},"uri":{"$t":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/profile\/09652536733620134629"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$image":{"rel":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail","width":"16","height":"16","src":"https:\/\/img1.blogblog.com\/img\/b16-rounded.gif"}}],"thr$total":{"$t":"0"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4739814251441728812.post-4756929093083798754"},"published":{"$t":"2012-08-09T07:43:00.000-07:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2012-11-04T22:54:40.215-08:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Humanism quotes and poems"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational pictures"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational quotes"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Philosophy  and Ethics poems and quotes"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"Excerpts from \"The Uses of Pessimism and the Danger of False Hope \"by Roger Scruton"},"content":{"type":"html","$t":" \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/25.media.tumblr.com\/tumblr_lzzc2xUb6n1qdwf6mo1_1280.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge black\"height=\"640\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E   \u003Cfont color=burlywood\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003ETo School Oneself in the Art of Loving: The philosopher Roger Scruton on Pessimism, Gloom, and Happiness\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=white\u003EThe Uses of Pessimism and the Danger of False Hope\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=mistyrose\u003ERoger Scruton\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Cfont color=peachpuff\u003EThe belief that humanity makes moral progress depends upon a wilful ignorance of history. It also depends upon a wilful ignorance of oneself – a refusal to recognise the extent to which selfishness and calculation reside in the heart even of our most generous emotions, awaiting their chance. Those who invest their hopes in the moral improvement of humankind are therefore in a precarious position: at any moment the veil of illusion might be swept away, revealing the bare truth of the human condition. Either they defend themselves against this possibility with artful intellectual ploys, or they give way, in the moment of truth, to a paroxysm of disappointment and misanthropy. Both of these do violence to our nature. The first condemns us to the life of unreason; the second to the life of contempt. Human beings may not be as good as the shallow optimists pretend; but nor are they as bad as the prophets and curmudgeons have painted them.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Cfont color=navajowhite\u003EIn order to see human beings as they are, therefore, and to school oneself in the art of loving them, it is necessary to apply a dose of pessimism to all one’s plans and aspirations. I don’t go along with Schopenhauer’s comprehensive gloom, or with the philosophy of renunciation that he derived from it. I have no doubt that St Paul was right to recommend faith, hope and love (agape) as the virtues which order life to the greater good. But I have no doubt too that hope, detached from faith and untempered by the evidence of history, is a dangerous asset, and one that threatens not only those who embrace it, but all those within range of their illusions.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=peachpuff\u003EPessimism is needed, not in order to neutralize the belief in human uniqueness, but in order to protect it.The disgusted dismissal of homo rapiens and all his works that we find spelled out by John Gray in Straw Dogs is not a form of pessimism. It is an attempt to dismiss humanity entirely, as a kind of plague on the face of the earth. That kind of misanthropic nihilism is of no use to us. It removes the ground from all our values, and puts nothing in their place. And it feeds on specious arguments designed to show that we are “merely” animals, distinguished in no significant respect from rats and worms, and with no right to the privileges that we have traditionally claimed, as moral beings who pursue the good.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=navajowhite\u003EWe rational beings depend for our fulfillment upon love and friendship. Our happiness is of a piece with our freedom, and cannot be separated from the constraints that make freedom possible – real, concrete freedom, as opposed to the abstract freedom of the utopians. Everything deep in us depends upon our mortal condition, and while we can solve our problems and live in peace with our neighbors we can do so only through compromise and sacrifice. We are not, and cannot be, the kind of posthuman cyborgs that rejoice in eternal life, if life it is. We are led by love, friendship and desire; by tenderness for young life and reverence for old. We live, or ought to live, by the rule of forgiveness, in a world where hurts are acknowledged and faults confessed to. All our reasoning is predicated upon those basic conditions, and one of the most important uses of pessimism is to warn us against destroying them. The soul-less optimism of the transhumanists reminds us that we should be gloomy, since our happiness depends on it.\u003Cbr\u003E  "},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/feeds\/4756929093083798754\/comments\/default","title":"Post Comments"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/08\/excerpts-from-uses-of-pessimism-and.html#comment-form","title":"150 Comments"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/4756929093083798754"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/4756929093083798754"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/08\/excerpts-from-uses-of-pessimism-and.html","title":"Excerpts from \u0026quot;The Uses of Pessimism and the Danger of False Hope \u0026quot;by Roger Scruton"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"Anonymous"},"uri":{"$t":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/profile\/09652536733620134629"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$image":{"rel":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail","width":"16","height":"16","src":"https:\/\/img1.blogblog.com\/img\/b16-rounded.gif"}}],"thr$total":{"$t":"150"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4739814251441728812.post-600442505329312935"},"published":{"$t":"2012-08-08T08:04:00.000-07:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2012-11-04T22:54:40.272-08:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"English poems"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Humanism quotes and poems"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational and motivational poems"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Painting and fine art"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Politics and freedom quotes"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"Stanzas On Freedom by James Russell Lowell"},"content":{"type":"html","$t":" \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img1.liveinternet.ru\/images\/attach\/c\/2\/82\/963\/82963337_large_Mirage_by_RedSigns.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge goldenrod\"height=\"530\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=red\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003EStanzas On Freedom\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cfont color=white\u003EJames Russell Lowell\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=darkorange\u003EMen! whose boast it is that ye\u003Cbr\u003ECome of fathers brave and free,\u003Cbr\u003EIf there breathe on earth a slave,\u003Cbr\u003EAre ye truly free and brave?\u003Cbr\u003EIf ye do not feel the chain,\u003Cbr\u003EWhen it works a brother's pain,\u003Cbr\u003EAre ye not base slaves indeed,\u003Cbr\u003ESlaves unworthy to be freed?\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=goldenrod\u003EWomen! who shall one day bear\u003Cbr\u003ESons to breathe New England air,\u003Cbr\u003EIf ye hear, without a blush,\u003Cbr\u003EDeeds to make the roused blood rush\u003Cbr\u003ELike red lava through your veins,\u003Cbr\u003EFor your sisters now in chains,--\u003Cbr\u003EAnswer! are ye fit to be\u003Cbr\u003EMothers of the brave and free?\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=darkorange\u003EIs true Freedom but to break\u003Cbr\u003EFetters for our own dear sake,\u003Cbr\u003EAnd, with leathern hearts, forget\u003Cbr\u003EThat we owe mankind a debt?\u003Cbr\u003ENo! true freedom is to share\u003Cbr\u003EAll the chains our brothers wear\u003Cbr\u003EAnd, with heart and hand, to be\u003Cbr\u003EEarnest to make others free!\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=goldenrod\u003EThey are slaves who fear to speak\u003Cbr\u003EFor the fallen and the weak;\u003Cbr\u003EThey are slaves who will not choose\u003Cbr\u003EHatred, scoffing, and abuse,\u003Cbr\u003ERather than in silence shrink\u003Cbr\u003EFrom the truth they needs must think;\u003Cbr\u003EThey are slaves who dare not be\u003Cbr\u003EIn the right with two or three.\u003Cbr\u003E"},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/feeds\/600442505329312935\/comments\/default","title":"Post Comments"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/08\/stanzas-on-freedom-by-james-russell.html#comment-form","title":"7 Comments"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/600442505329312935"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/600442505329312935"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/08\/stanzas-on-freedom-by-james-russell.html","title":"Stanzas On Freedom by James Russell Lowell"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"Anonymous"},"uri":{"$t":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/profile\/09652536733620134629"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$image":{"rel":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail","width":"16","height":"16","src":"https:\/\/img1.blogblog.com\/img\/b16-rounded.gif"}}],"thr$total":{"$t":"7"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4739814251441728812.post-4006269166025884551"},"published":{"$t":"2012-08-02T06:14:00.000-07:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2012-11-04T22:54:40.608-08:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"English poems"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Humanism quotes and poems"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational and motivational poems"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational pictures"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"THE FATHERLAND by James Russell Lowell"},"content":{"type":"html","$t":"   \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/www.hmrcw.com\/uppic\/201171222102242631.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge cornsilk\"height=\"680\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Cfont color=red\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003ETHE FATHERLAND\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=white\u003EJames Russell Lowell\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=lemonchiffon\u003EWhere is the true man's fatherland?\u003Cbr\u003EIs it where he by chance is born?\u003Cbr\u003EDoth not the free-winged spirit scorn\u003Cbr\u003EIn such pent borders to be spanned?\u003Cbr\u003EOh yes, his fatherland must be\u003Cbr\u003EAs the blue heavens wide and free!\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E Is it alone where freedom is,\u003Cbr\u003EWhere God is God and man is man?\u003Cbr\u003EDoth he not claim a broader span\u003Cbr\u003EFor the soul's love of home than this?\u003Cbr\u003EOh yes! his fatherland must be\u003Cbr\u003EAs the blue heavens wide and free!\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E Where'er a human heart doth wear\u003Cbr\u003EJoy's myrtle wreath, or sorrow's gyves,\u003Cbr\u003EWhere'er a human spirit strives\u003Cbr\u003EAfter a life more pure and fair,\u003Cbr\u003EThere is the true man's birthplace grand!\u003Cbr\u003EHis is a world-wide fatherland!\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E Where'er a single slave doth pine,\u003Cbr\u003EWhere'er one man may help another--\u003Cbr\u003EThank God for such a birthright, brother,--\u003Cbr\u003EThat spot of earth is thine and mine;\u003Cbr\u003EThere is the true man's birthplace grand!\u003Cbr\u003EHis is a world-wide fatherland!"},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/feeds\/4006269166025884551\/comments\/default","title":"Post Comments"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/08\/the-fatherland-by-james-russell-lowell.html#comment-form","title":"1 Comments"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/4006269166025884551"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/4006269166025884551"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/08\/the-fatherland-by-james-russell-lowell.html","title":"THE FATHERLAND by James Russell Lowell"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"Anonymous"},"uri":{"$t":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/profile\/09652536733620134629"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$image":{"rel":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail","width":"16","height":"16","src":"https:\/\/img1.blogblog.com\/img\/b16-rounded.gif"}}],"thr$total":{"$t":"1"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4739814251441728812.post-30060901623891932"},"published":{"$t":"2012-07-27T06:57:00.000-07:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2012-11-04T22:54:40.889-08:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Humanism quotes and poems"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational and motivational poems"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational music"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational pictures"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational quotes"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Love quotes"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Painting and fine art"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Rumi quotes and poems"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"Inspiring Love and humanism reflections and quotes by Bertrand Russell,C. JoyBell C,Rumi,Lao Tzu,Rainer Maria Rilke"},"content":{"type":"html","$t":"  \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cfont color=aqua\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003EMusic:\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=aquamarine\u003E Joshua Bell,Ladies in Lavender(OST)\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Ciframe width=\"550\" height=\"380\" src=\"http:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/GZJ9xBvb41U?feature=player_detailpage\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen\u003E\u003C\/iframe\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E   \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/s48.radikal.ru\/i121\/0904\/9b\/67079cabf2ae.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge lightskyblue\"height=\"660\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E   \u003Cfont color=powderblue\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003EThe life of Man is a long march through the night, surrounded by invisible foes, tortured by weariness and pain,  towards a goal that few can hope to reach, and where none may tarry long. One by one, as they march, our comrades  vanish form our sight, seized by the silent orders of omnipotent Death. Very brief is the time in which we can help  them, in which their happiness or misery is decided. Be it ours to shed sunshine on their path, to lighten their sorrows  by the balm of sympathy, to give them the pure joy of a never-tiring affection, to strengthen failing courage, to instill  faith in times of despair.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003E Bertrand Russell \u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/gifynaforumanowi.blox.pl\/resource\/hgjygthgftyf.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=aqua\u003EThree passions, simple but overwhelmingly strong, have governed my life: the longing for love, the search for knowledge, and unbearable pity for the suffering of mankind. These passions, like great winds, have blown me hither and thither, in a wayward course, over a great ocean of anguish, reaching to the very verge of despair.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/gifynaforumanowi.blox.pl\/resource\/hgjygthgftyf.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=pink\u003EI have sought love, first, because it brings ecstasy - ecstasy so great that I would often have sacrificed all the rest of life for a few hours of this joy. I have sought it, next, because it relieves loneliness--that terrible loneliness in which one shivering consciousness looks over the rim of the world into the cold unfathomable lifeless abyss. I have sought it finally, because in the union of love I have seen, in a mystic miniature, the prefiguring vision of the heaven that saints and poets have imagined. This is what I sought, and though it might seem too good for human life, this is what--at last--I have found.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/gifynaforumanowi.blox.pl\/resource\/hgjygthgftyf.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=aqua\u003EWith equal passion I have sought knowledge. I have wished to understand the hearts of men. I have wished to know why the stars shine. And I have tried to apprehend the Pythagorean power by which number holds sway above the flux. A little of this, but not much, I have achieved.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/gifynaforumanowi.blox.pl\/resource\/hgjygthgftyf.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=pink\u003ELove and knowledge, so far as they were possible, led upward toward the heavens. But always pity brought me back to earth. Echoes of cries of pain reverberate in my heart. Children in famine, victims tortured by oppressors, helpless old people a burden to their sons, and the whole world of loneliness, poverty, and pain make a mockery of what human life should be. I long to alleviate this evil, but I cannot, and I too suffer.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EBertrand Russell\u003Cbr\u003E  \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img-fotki.yandex.ru\/get\/5301\/artemova-ludmila2010.85\/0_5351c_850b47d2_L'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/corneilla.35photo.ru\/photos\/20101004\/181230.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge goldenrod\"height=\"680\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E   \u003Cfont color=darkorange\u003EBe like the sun for grace and mercy. Be like the night to cover others' faults. Be like running water for generosity.  Be like the Earth for modesty. Appear as you are. Be as you appear.\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cfont color=red\u003ERumi\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/gifynaforumanowi.blox.pl\/resource\/hgjygthgftyf.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cfont color=darkorange\u003EThis being human is a guest house. Every morning is a new arrival. A joy, a depression, a meanness, some momentary awareness comes as an unexpected visitor...Welcome and entertain them all. Treat each guest honorably. The dark thought, the shame, the malice, meet them at the door laughing, and invite them in. Be grateful for whoever comes, because each has been sent as a guide from beyond. \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003ERumi\u003Cbr\u003E  \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img-fotki.yandex.ru\/get\/5301\/artemova-ludmila2010.85\/0_5351c_850b47d2_L'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/s41.radikal.ru\/i091\/1105\/ee\/35cf317e7762.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge crimson\"height=\"670\"width=\"500\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=crimson\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003ELeonid Afremov Art\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=yellow\u003EYou can talk with someone for years, everyday, and still, it won't mean as much as what you can have when you sit in front of someone, not saying a word, yet you feel that person with your heart, you feel like you have known the person for forever.... connections are made with the heart, not the tongue.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EC. JoyBell C. \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/gifynaforumanowi.blox.pl\/resource\/hgjygthgftyf.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cfont color=orange\u003EI consider myself a stained-glass window. And this is how I live my life. Closing no doors and covering no windows; I am the multi-colored glass with light filtering through me, in many different shades. Allowing light to shed and fall into many many hues. My job is not to direct anything, but only to filter into many colors.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EC. JoyBell C. \u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/gifynaforumanowi.blox.pl\/resource\/hgjygthgftyf.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E  \u003Cfont color=goldenrod\u003EI find it odd- the greed of mankind. People only like you for as long as they perceive they can get what they want from you. Or for as long as they perceive you are who they want you to be. But I like people for all of their changing surprises, the thoughts in their heads, the warmth that changes to cold and the cold that changes to warmth... for being human. The rawness of being human delights me.C.\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cfont color=red\u003EJoyBell C. \u003Cbr\u003E  \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img-fotki.yandex.ru\/get\/5301\/artemova-ludmila2010.85\/0_5351c_850b47d2_L'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/www.may-ag.de\/dzo\/artikel\/141\/006\/6055_141.jpg?t=1302594164'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge cornsilk\"height=\"600\"width=\"430\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=ivory\u003EVladimir Volegov Painting\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=moccasin\u003ETo love is good, too: love being difficult. For one human being to love another: that is perhaps the most difficult of all our tasks, the ultimate, the last test and proof, the work for which all other work is but preparation...Love is a high inducement to the individual to ripen, to become something in himself, to become world for himself for another's sake, it is a great exacting claim upon him, something that chooses him out and calls him to vast things.\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cfont color=red\u003ERainer Maria rilke\u003Cbr\u003E   \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img-fotki.yandex.ru\/get\/5301\/artemova-ludmila2010.85\/0_5351c_850b47d2_L'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/sirbion.35photo.ru\/photos\/20110312\/228796.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge cornsilk\"height=\"640\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E   \u003Cfont color=khaki\u003ESimplicity, patience, compassion. These three are your greatest treasures. Simple in actions and thoughts, you return to the source of being. Patient with both friends and enemies, you accord with the way things are. Compassionate toward yourself, you reconcile all beings in the world. \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003ELao Tzu \u003Cbr\u003E    \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/gifynaforumanowi.blox.pl\/resource\/hgjygthgftyf.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E   \u003Cfont color=navajowhite\u003EGo to the people. Live with them. Learn from them. Love them. Start with what they know. Build with what they have. But with the best leaders, when the work is done, the task accomplished, the people will say 'We have done this ourselves.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003ELao Tzu \u003Cbr\u003E  \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/gifynaforumanowi.blox.pl\/resource\/hgjygthgftyf.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cfont color=khaki\u003EWould you like to save the world from the degradation and destruction it seems destined for? Then step away from shallow mass movements and quietly go to work on your own self-awareness. If you want to awaken all of humanity, then awaken all of yourself. If you want to eliminate the suffering in the world, then eliminate all that is dark and negative in yourself. Truly, the greatest gift you have to give is that of your own self-transformation.\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cfont color=red\u003ELao Tzu \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/gifynaforumanowi.blox.pl\/resource\/hgjygthgftyf.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E   \u003Cfont color=navajowhite\u003E If a person seems wicked, do not cast him away. Awaken him with your words, elevate him with your deeds, repay his injury with your kindness. Do not cast him away; cast away his wickedness.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003ELao Tzu "},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/feeds\/30060901623891932\/comments\/default","title":"Post Comments"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/07\/inspiring-love-and-humanism-reflections.html#comment-form","title":"0 Comments"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/30060901623891932"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/30060901623891932"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/07\/inspiring-love-and-humanism-reflections.html","title":"Inspiring Love and humanism reflections and quotes by Bertrand Russell,C. 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At the time of writing he was living in Boston in the United States.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E   \u003Cfont color=pink\u003EDead are my people, gone are my people, but I exist yet, lamenting them in my solitude.  Dead are my friends, and in their death my life is naught but great disaster.  The knolls of my country are submerged by tears and blood, for my people and my beloved are gone, and I am here living as I did when my people and my beloved were enjoying life and the bounty of life, and when the hills of my country were blessed and engulfed by the light of the sun.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E    \u003Cfont color=aqua\u003EMy people died from hunger, and he who did not perish from starvation was butchered with the sword; and I am here in this distant land, roaming amongst a joyful people who sleep upon soft beds, and smile at the days while the days smile upon them.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E    \u003Cfont color=pink\u003EMy people died a painful and shameful death, and here am I living in plenty and in peace.  This is deep tragedy ever enacted upon the stage of my heart; few would care to witness this drama, for my people are as birds with broken wings, left behind the flock.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E    \u003Cfont color=aqua\u003EIf I were hungry and living amid my famished people, and persecuted among my oppressed countrymen, the burden of the black days would be lighter upon my restless dreams, and the obscurity of the night would be less dark before my hollow eyes and my crying heart and my wounded soul.  For he who shares with his people their sorrow and agony will feel a supreme comfort created only by suffering in sacrifice.  And he will be at peace with himself when he dies innocent with his fellow innocents.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E    \u003Cfont color=pink\u003EBut I am not living with my hungry and persecuted people who are walking in the procession of death toward martyrdom.  I am here beyond the broad seas living in the shadow of tranquillity, and in the sunshine of peace.  I am afar from the pitiful arena and the distressed, and cannot be proud of ought, not even of my own tears.\u003Cbr\u003E What can an exiled son do for his starving people, and of what value unto them is the lamentation of an absent poet?\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E    W\u003Cfont color=aqua\u003Eere I an ear of corn grown in the earth of my country, the hungry child would pluck me and remove with my kernels the hand of Death form his soul.  Were I a ripe fruit in the gardens of my country, the starving women would gather me and sustain life.  Were I a bird flying the sky of my country, my hungry brother would hunt me and remove with the flesh of my body the shadow of the grave from his body.  But, alas! I am not an ear of corn grown in the plains of Syria, nor a ripe fruit in the valleys of Lebanon; this is my disaster, and this is my mute calamity which brings humiliation before my soul and before the phantoms of the night.  This is the painful tragedy which tightens my tongue and pinions my arms and arrests me usurped of power and of will and of action.  This is the curse burned upon my forehead before God and man.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E    \u003Cfont color=pink\u003EAnd oftentimes they say unto me, the disaster of your country is but naught to calamity of the world, and the tears and blood shed by your people are as nothing to the rivers of blood and tears pouring each day and night in the valleys and plains of the earth.\"\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E    \u003Cfont color=aqua\u003EYes, but the death of my people is a silent accusation; it is a crime conceived by the heads of the unseen serpents.  it is a sceneless tragedy.  And if my people had attacked the despots and oppressors and died rebels, I would have said, \"Dying for freedom is nobler than living in the shadow of weak submission, for he who embraces death with the sword of Truth in his hand will eternalize with the Eternity of Truth, for Life is weaker than Death and Death is weaker than Truth.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E    \u003Cfont color=pink\u003EIf my nation had partaken in the war of all nations and had died in the field of battle, I would say that the raging tempest had broken with its might the green branches; and strong death under the canopy of the tempest is nobler than slow perishment in the arms of senility.  But there was no rescue from the closing jaws.   My people dropped and wept with the crying angels.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E    \u003Cfont color=aqua\u003EIf an earthquake had torn my country asunder and the earth had engulfed my people into its bosom, I would have said, \"A great and mysterious law has been moved by the will of divine force, and it would be pure madness if we frail mortals endeavoured to probe its deep secrets.\"  But my people did not die as rebels; they were not killed in the field of battle; nor did the earthquake shatter my country and subdue them.  Death was their only rescuer, and starvation their only spoils.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E    \u003Cfont color=pink\u003EMy people died on the cross. They died while their hands stretched toward the East and West, while the remnants of their eyes stared at the blackness of the firmament. They died silently, for humanity had closed its ears to their cry. They died because they did not befriend their enemy.  They died because they loved their neighbours.  They died because they placed trust in all humanity.  They died because they did not oppress the oppressors.  They died because they were the crushed flowers, and not the crushing feet.  They died because they were peace makers.  They perished from hunger in a land rich with milk and honey.  They died because monsters of hell arose and destroyed all that their fields grew, and devoured the last provisions in their bins.  They died because the vipers and sons of vipers spat out poison into the space where the Holy Cedars and the roses and the jasmine breathe their fragrance.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E    \u003Cfont color=aqua\u003EMy people and your people, my Syrian Brothers, are dead.  What can be done for those who are dying?  Our lamentations will not satisfy their hunger, and our tears will not quench their thirst; what can we do to save them between the iron paws of hunger?  My brother, the kindness which compels you to give a part of your life to any human who is in the shadow of losing his life is the only virtue which makes you worthy of the light of day and the peace of the night.   Remember, my brother, that the coin which you drop into the withered hand stretching toward you is the only golden chain that binds your rich heart to the loving heart of God."},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/feeds\/3553080737605728741\/comments\/default","title":"Post Comments"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/07\/dead-are-my-people-by-khalil-gibran.html#comment-form","title":"0 Comments"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/3553080737605728741"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/3553080737605728741"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/07\/dead-are-my-people-by-khalil-gibran.html","title":"DEAD ARE MY PEOPLE by Khalil 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Hum"},"content":{"type":"html","$t":"  \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/s60.radikal.ru\/i169\/1103\/11\/9edd1246159b.jpg 'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge greenyellow\"height=\"690\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=red\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003EDance Life\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cfont color=white\u003ESandie Hum\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=khaki\u003EDance!\u003Cbr\u003ESink your fingers into the earth\u003Cbr\u003Etaste the delicacy of the herbs\u003Cbr\u003EFeel the suffering of the world\u003Cbr\u003Eand send out love in return\u003Cbr\u003EUntil the pulse of life…throbs within…\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=lemonchiffon\u003Eand you ARE\u003Cbr\u003Ethe creation and destruction of the universe\u003Cbr\u003EWith each solider going into war\u003Cbr\u003Eeach refugee wondering where home is\u003Cbr\u003EEach child\u003Cbr\u003Edancing in the rain\u003Cbr\u003Eor starving, no energy to move\u003Cbr\u003EOr 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snatched up and torn apart by the eagle’s talons\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=khaki\u003EDance…\u003Cbr\u003Ewith the lovers, tangled, sweaty, heaving\u003Cbr\u003Elost in each other’s eyes, united with the universe\u003Cbr\u003EWith the father, lovingly standing strong against his young son,\u003Cbr\u003Ewho he will see grows into a man\u003Cbr\u003EWith the board member, feeling into each personality and figure\u003Cbr\u003Ewith her heart, mind and body even as she runs a meeting\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=lemonchiffon\u003EDance!\u003Cbr\u003EWith each texture, sound and taste of a moment\u003Cbr\u003Eletting it engulf you, feel you, inspire you, breathe you\u003Cbr\u003EDance Life, my love, dance\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=khaki\u003EMay it take a moment\u003Cbr\u003EOr a lifetime\u003Cbr\u003ETo truly feel the texture of a child’s hair against your cheek\u003Cbr\u003Eto fully embrace the pain of your breaking heart until it cracks 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src='http:\/\/4.bp.blogspot.com\/-lpIr_kzY0-4\/TuNWX92uqxI\/AAAAAAAAAFA\/8b_CKJ9AOks\/s1600\/Caspar+David+Friedrich+-+Friedhofseingang.jpg 'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge lemonchiffon\"height=\"600\"width=\"450\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=lemonchiffon\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003ECaspar David Friedrich Painting\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E   \u003Cfont color=darkorange\u003EWhen I look upon the tombs of the great, every emotion of envy dies in me; when I read the epitaphs of the beautiful, every inordinate desire goes out; when I meet with the grief of parents upon a tombstone, my heart melts with compassion; when I see the tombs of the parents themselves, I consider the vanity of grieving for those whom we must quickly follow; when I see kings lying by those who deposed them, when I consider rival wits placed side by side, or the men that divided the world with their contests and disputes, I reflect with sorrow and astonishment on the little competitions, factions, and debates of mankind. When I read the several dates of the tombs, of some that died yesterday, and some six hundred years ago, I consider that great Day when we shall all of us be contemporaries, and make our appearance together .\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cfont color=red\u003EJoseph Addison, (The Spectator, 1711)"},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/feeds\/2394573730716862021\/comments\/default","title":"Post Comments"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/07\/joseph-addison-quote-on-death.html#comment-form","title":"0 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up and be born with me, brother.\u003Cbr\u003EFrom the deepest reaches of your\u003Cbr\u003Edisseminated sorrow, give me your hand. \u003Cbr\u003EYou will not return from the depths of rock. \u003Cbr\u003EYou will not return from subterranean time. \u003Cbr\u003EIt will not return, your hardened voice. \u003Cbr\u003EThey will not return, your drilled-out eyes. \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=peachpuff\u003ELook at me from the depths of the earth, \u003Cbr\u003Eplowman, weaver, silent shepherd: \u003Cbr\u003Etender of the guardian guanacos: \u003Cbr\u003Emason of the impossible scaffold: \u003Cbr\u003Ewater-bearer of Andean tears: \u003Cbr\u003Egoldsmith of crushed fingers: \u003Cbr\u003Efarmer trembling on the seed: \u003Cbr\u003Epotter poured out into your clay: \u003Cbr\u003Ebring all your old buried sorrows \u003Cbr\u003Eto the cup of this new life. \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=khaki\u003EShow me your blood and your furrow, \u003Cbr\u003Esay to me: here I was punished \u003Cbr\u003Ebecause the gem didn’t shine or the earth \u003Cbr\u003Edidn’t deliver the stone or the grain on time: \u003Cbr\u003Epoint out to me the rock on which you fell \u003Cbr\u003Eand the wood on which they crucified you, \u003Cbr\u003Eburn the ancient flints bright for me, \u003Cbr\u003Ethe ancient lamps, the lashing whips \u003Cbr\u003Estuck for centuries to your wounds \u003Cbr\u003Eand the axes brilliant with bloodstain. \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=peachpuff\u003EI come to speak through your dead mouth. \u003Cbr\u003EThrough the earth unite all \u003Cbr\u003Ethe silent and split lips \u003Cbr\u003Eand from the depths speak to me all night long \u003Cbr\u003Eas if we were anchored together, \u003Cbr\u003Etell me everything, chain by chain, \u003Cbr\u003Elink by link and step by step, \u003Cbr\u003Esharpen the knives you kept, \u003Cbr\u003Eplace them in my chest and in my hand, \u003Cbr\u003Elike a river of yellow lightning, \u003Cbr\u003Elike a river of buried jaguars, \u003Cbr\u003Eand let me weep, hours, days, years, \u003Cbr\u003Eblind ages, stellar centuries.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=khaki\u003EGive me silence, water, hope.\u003Cbr\u003EGive me struggle, iron, volcanoes.\u003Cbr\u003EFasten your bodies to mine like magnets.\u003Cbr\u003ECome to my veins and my mouth.\u003Cbr\u003ESpeak through my words and my blood.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img1.liveinternet.ru\/images\/attach\/c\/4\/78\/689\/78689021_49962015_21312174_69a40d81550e.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=pink\u003E\u003Cb\u003EThe spanish version\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=red\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003EAlturas de Macchu Picchu ,XII\u003Cbr\u003ESube a nacer conmigo, hermano...\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=white\u003EPablo Neruda\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E   \u003Cfont color=peachpuff\u003EDame la mano desde la profunda\u003Cbr\u003Ezona de tu dolor diseminado.\u003Cbr\u003ENo 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madera en que os crucificaron,\u003Cbr\u003Eencendedme los viejos pedernales,\u003Cbr\u003Elas viejas lámparas, los látigos pegados\u003Cbr\u003Ea través de los siglos en las llagas\u003Cbr\u003Ey las hachas de brillo ensangrentado.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=khaki\u003EYo vengo a hablar por vuestra boca muerta.\u003Cbr\u003EA través de la tierra juntad todos\u003Cbr\u003Elos silenciosos labios derramados\u003Cbr\u003Ey desde el fondo habladme toda esta larga noche\u003Cbr\u003Ecomo si yo estuviera con vosotros anclado,\u003Cbr\u003Econtadme todo, cadena a cadena,\u003Cbr\u003Eeslabón a eslabón, y paso a paso,\u003Cbr\u003Eafilad los cuchillos que guardasteis,\u003Cbr\u003Eponedlos en mi pecho y en mi mano,\u003Cbr\u003Ecomo un río de rayos amarillos,\u003Cbr\u003Ecomo un río de tigres enterrados,\u003Cbr\u003Ey dejadme llorar, horas, días, años,\u003Cbr\u003Eedades ciegas, siglos estelares.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=peachpuff\u003EDadme el silencio, 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src='http:\/\/public.sn2.livefilestore.com\/y1pQR1WBWsCNvQhqU_2MOo90uq2EoF50-grEFwKeOwWAllZHOx09Cexmb05xKplRXDCls60Vra48ZLZyZwvL0pnsQ\/Moraine-Lake_-Banff-National-Park_-Canada.jpg?psid=1'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge aqua\"height=\"720\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=red\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003EA Brave and Startling Truth\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=white\u003EMaya Angelou\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=cyan\u003EWe, this people, on a small and lonely planet \u003Cbr\u003ETraveling through casual space \u003Cbr\u003EPast aloof stars, across the way of indifferent suns \u003Cbr\u003ETo a destination where all signs tell us \u003Cbr\u003EIt is possible and imperative that we learn \u003Cbr\u003EA brave and startling truth \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=pink\u003EAnd when we come to it \u003Cbr\u003ETo the day of peacemaking \u003Cbr\u003EWhen we release our fingers \u003Cbr\u003EFrom fists of hostility 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favor,\u003Cbr\u003E  Nurture all creatures in the depths and on the shores \u003Cbr\u003EThese are not the only wonders of the world \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=pink\u003EWhen we come to it \u003Cbr\u003EWe, this people, on this minuscule and kithless globe \u003Cbr\u003EWho reach daily for the bomb, the blade and the dagger \u003Cbr\u003EYet who petition in the dark for tokens of peace \u003Cbr\u003EWe, this people on this mote of matter \u003Cbr\u003EIn whose mouths abide cankerous words \u003Cbr\u003EWhich challenge our very existence \u003Cbr\u003EYet out of those same mouths \u003Cbr\u003ECome songs of such exquisite sweetness \u003Cbr\u003EThat the heart falters in its labor \u003Cbr\u003EAnd the body is quieted into awe \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=cyan\u003EWe, this people, on this small and drifting planet \u003Cbr\u003EWhose hands can strike with such abandon \u003Cbr\u003EThat in a twinkling, life is sapped from the living \u003Cbr\u003EYet 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You are a human,  and, that fact sufficing, I love you as a brother. You may speak  of me as you choose, for Tomorrow shall take you away and will  use your talk as evidence for his judgment, and you shall receive justice.\u003Cbr\u003E  \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/s2.itrash.ru\/idb\/4113\/o7045_1.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E  \u003Cfont color=coral\u003EYou may deprive me of whatever I possess, for my greed instigated  the amassing of wealth and you are entitled to my lot if it will satisfy you.\u003Cbr\u003E  You may do unto me whatever you wish, but you shall not be able  to touch my Truth. \u003Cbr\u003EYou may shed my blood and burn my body, but you cannot kill or  hurt my spirit. \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/s2.itrash.ru\/idb\/4113\/o7045_1.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cfont color=lemonchiffon\u003EYou may tie my hands with chains and my feet with shackles, and  put me in the dark prison, but who shall not enslave my thinking,  for it is free, like the breeze in the spacious sky. \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/s2.itrash.ru\/idb\/4113\/o7045_1.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cfont color=coral\u003EYou are my brother and I love you. I love you worshipping in your  church, kneeling in your temple, and praying in your mosque.  You and I and all are children of one religion, for the varied  paths of religion are but the fingers of the loving hand of  the Supreme Being, extended to all, offering completeness of  spirit to all, anxious to receive all. \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/s2.itrash.ru\/idb\/4113\/o7045_1.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cfont color=lemonchiffon\u003EI love you for your Truth, derived from your knowledge; that  Truth which I cannot see because of my ignorance. But I respect  it as a divine thing, for it is the deed of the spirit.  Your Truth shall meet my Truth in the coming world and blend  together like the fragrance of flowers and becoming one whole  and eternal Truth, perpetuating and living in the eternity  of Love and Beauty. \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/s2.itrash.ru\/idb\/4113\/o7045_1.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cfont color=coral\u003E\u003Cfont color=coral\u003EI love you because you are weak before the strong oppressor, and  poor before the greedy rich. For these reasons I shed tears and  comfort you; and from behind my tears I see you embraced in  the arms of Justice, smiling and forgiving your persecutors.  You are my brother and I love you. \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img0.liveinternet.ru\/images\/attach\/c\/2\/\/65\/960\/65960740_66d5b375.png'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EA Poet's Voice\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=white\u003EPart Four\u003Cbr\u003EKhalil Gibran\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/2.bp.blogspot.com\/-HZGzPvp5TIM\/TfMnvRr6ZGI\/AAAAAAAAAAw\/QT40RvZcYvE\/s1600\/172446_10150149381348185_64655903184_7803559_5598323_o.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge cornsilk\"height=\"550\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=peachpuff\u003EThe soul believes in the power of knowledge and justice over dark  ignorance; it denies the authority that supplies the swords to  defend and strengthen ignorance and oppression - that authority  which destroyed Babylon and shook the foundation of Jerusalem  and left Rome in ruins. It is that which made people call  criminals great men; made writers respect their names; made  historians relate the stories of their inhumanity in manner of praise. \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/s2.itrash.ru\/idb\/4113\/o7045_1.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=blanchedalmond\u003EThe only authority I obey is the knowledge of guarding and  acquiescing in the Natural Law of Justice.\u003Cbr\u003EWhat justice does authority display when it kills the killer?  When it imprisons the robber? When it descends on a neighborhood  country and slays its people? What does justice think of  the authority under which a killer punishes the one who kills,  and a thief sentences the one who steals? \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/s2.itrash.ru\/idb\/4113\/o7045_1.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=peachpuff\u003EYou are my brother, and I love you; and Love is justice with  its full intensity and dignity. If justice did not support  my love for you, regardless of your tribe and community,  I would be a deceiver concealing the ugliness of selfishness  behind the outer garment of pure love. \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img0.liveinternet.ru\/images\/attach\/c\/2\/\/65\/960\/65960740_66d5b375.png'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EA Poet's Voice\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=white\u003EConclusion\u003Cbr\u003EKhalil Gibran\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/files.myopera.com\/amarys2art\/albums\/6993822\/34_Lee%20Bogle.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge blanchedalmond\"height=\"650\"width=\"450\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=pink\u003ELee Bogle Art\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Cfont color=salmon\u003EI came to say a word and I shall say it now. But if death \u003Cbr\u003Eprevents its uttering, it will be said tomorrow, for tomorrow\u003Cbr\u003E never leaves a secret in the book of eternity.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/s2.itrash.ru\/idb\/4113\/o7045_1.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=moccasin\u003EI came to live in the glory of love and the light of beauty,  which are the reflections of God. I am here living, and  the people are unable to exile me from the domain of life  for they know I will live in death. If they pluck my eyes  I will hearken to the murmers of love and the songs of beauty.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E If they close my ears I will enjoy the touch of the breeze  mixed with the incebse of love and the fragrance of beauty. \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/s2.itrash.ru\/idb\/4113\/o7045_1.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=salmon\u003EIf they place me in a vacuum, I will live together with my\u003Cbr\u003E soul, the child of love and beauty.\u003Cbr\u003EI came here to be for all and with all, and what I do today\u003Cbr\u003E in my solitude will be echoed by tomorrow to the people.\u003Cbr\u003EWhat I say now with one heart will be said tomorrow by many hearts.      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Change will only come about when each of us takes up the daily  struggle ourselves to be more forgiving, compassionate, loving,  and above all joyful in the knowledge that, by some miracle  of grace, we can change as those around us can change too.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EMaíread Maguire"},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/feeds\/1393308633320450020\/comments\/default","title":"Post Comments"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/05\/peace-and-love-quote-by-mairead-maguire.html#comment-form","title":"0 Comments"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/1393308633320450020"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/1393308633320450020"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/05\/peace-and-love-quote-by-mairead-maguire.html","title":"Peace and love quote by Maíread Maguire"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"Anonymous"},"uri":{"$t":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/profile\/09652536733620134629"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$image":{"rel":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail","width":"16","height":"16","src":"https:\/\/img1.blogblog.com\/img\/b16-rounded.gif"}}],"thr$total":{"$t":"0"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4739814251441728812.post-8680274619254059144"},"published":{"$t":"2012-05-22T04:37:00.000-07:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2012-11-04T22:54:48.646-08:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Hafiz quotes and poems"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Humanism quotes and poems"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational and motivational poems"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Painting and fine art"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Spirituality poems and quotes"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"Becoming Human by Hafiz"},"content":{"type":"html","$t":"   \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img0.liveinternet.ru\/images\/attach\/c\/3\/78\/129\/78129336_Girl_with_Pigeons.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge blanchedalmond\"height=\"690\"width=\"450\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=cornsilk\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003EKonrad Kiessel Painting\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=red\u003EBECOMING HUMAN \u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cfont color=white\u003EHafiz\u003Cbr\u003ETranslated by Daniel Ladinsky\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=peachpuff\u003EOnce a man came to me and spoke for hours about\u003Cbr\u003E\"His great visions of God\" he felt he was having.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E He asked me for confirmation, saying,\u003Cbr\u003E\"Are these wondrous dreams true?\"\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E I replied, \"How many goats do you have?\"\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E He looked surprised and said,\u003Cbr\u003E\"I am speaking of sublime visions\u003Cbr\u003EAnd you ask\u003Cbr\u003EAbout goats!\"\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E And I spoke again saying,\u003Cbr\u003E\"Yes, brother - how many do you have?\"\u003Cbr\u003E\"Well, Hafiz, I have sixty-two.\"\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \"And how many wives\u003Cbr\u003EHow many rose bushes in your garden,\u003Cbr\u003EHow many children,\u003Cbr\u003EAre your parents still alive,\u003Cbr\u003EDo you feed the birds in winter?\"\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E And to all he answered.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E Then I said,\u003Cbr\u003E\"You asked me if I thought your visions were true,\u003Cbr\u003EI would say that they were if they make you become\u003Cbr\u003EMore human,\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E More kind to every creature and plant\u003Cbr\u003EThat you know.\"  "},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/feeds\/8680274619254059144\/comments\/default","title":"Post Comments"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/05\/becoming-human-by-hafiz.html#comment-form","title":"0 Comments"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/8680274619254059144"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/8680274619254059144"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/05\/becoming-human-by-hafiz.html","title":"Becoming Human by Hafiz"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"Anonymous"},"uri":{"$t":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/profile\/09652536733620134629"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$image":{"rel":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail","width":"16","height":"16","src":"https:\/\/img1.blogblog.com\/img\/b16-rounded.gif"}}],"thr$total":{"$t":"0"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4739814251441728812.post-1230861121977695270"},"published":{"$t":"2012-05-19T09:23:00.000-07:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2012-11-04T22:54:48.922-08:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"English poems"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Humanism quotes and poems"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational and motivational poems"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational music"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Khalil Gibran quotes and poems"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Love poems"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Painting and fine art"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Spirituality poems and quotes"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"A Poet's Voice by Khalil Gibran\/Part One and Two"},"content":{"type":"html","$t":"  \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003EA Poet's Voice \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=white\u003EKhalil Gibran \u003Cbr\u003EPart One\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E    \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/xaxor.com\/images\/Richard-S-Johnson-part2-\/Richard-S-Johnson-part2-4.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge darkseagreen\"height=\"720\"width=\"530\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=pink\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003EArtist Richard Johnson\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cfont color=aqua\u003EMusic:\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=pink\u003EAdam Hurst-Sparrow\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cobject style=\"height: 390px; width: 640px\"\u003E\u003Cparam name=\"movie\" value=\"http:\/\/www.youtube.com\/v\/kX4-OMWCdCc?version=3\u0026feature=player_detailpage\"\u003E\u003Cparam name=\"allowFullScreen\" value=\"true\"\u003E\u003Cparam name=\"allowScriptAccess\" value=\"always\"\u003E\u003Cembed src=\"http:\/\/www.youtube.com\/v\/kX4-OMWCdCc?version=3\u0026feature=player_detailpage\" type=\"application\/x-shockwave-flash\" allowfullscreen=\"true\" allowScriptAccess=\"always\" width=\"450\" height=\"420\"\u003E\u003C\/object\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cfont color=aquamarine\u003EThe power of charity sows deep in my heart,and I reap and gather  the wheat in bundles and give them to the hungry.\u003Cbr\u003E  My soul gives life to the grapevine and I press its bunches and  give the juice to the thirsty.\u003Cbr\u003E  Heaven fills my lamp with oil and I place it at my window to  direct the stranger through the dark. \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/s16.rimg.info\/aa1952c39382a3e5b6365f06c7925bcf.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=lemonchiffon\u003EI do all these things because I live in them; and if destiny  should tie my hands and prevent me from so doing, then death  would be my only desire. For I am a poet, and if I cannot give,  I shall refuse to receive.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/s16.rimg.info\/aa1952c39382a3e5b6365f06c7925bcf.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=aquamarine\u003EHumanity rages like a tempest, but I sigh in silence for I know  the storm must pass away while a sigh goes to God. \u003Cbr\u003EHuman kinds cling to earthly things, but I seek ever to embrace  the torch of love so it will purify me by its fire and sear  inhumanity from my heart.\u003Cbr\u003E  Substantial things deaden a man without suffering; love awakens  him with enlivening pains.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/s16.rimg.info\/aa1952c39382a3e5b6365f06c7925bcf.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=lemonchiffon\u003EHumans are divided into different clans and tribes, and belong  to countries and towns. But I find myself a stranger to all  communities and belong to no settlement. The universe is  my country and the human family is my tribe.\u003Cbr\u003E  Men are weak, and it is sad that they divide amongst themselves.  The world is narrow and it is unwise to cleave it into kingdoms,  empires, and provinces. \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/s16.rimg.info\/aa1952c39382a3e5b6365f06c7925bcf.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=aquamarine\u003EHuman kinds unite themselves one to destroy the temples  of the soul, and they join hands to build edifices for  earthly bodies. I stand alone listening to the voice  of hope in my deep self saying, “As love enlivens a man’s  heart with pain, so ignorance teaches him the way  of knowledge.” \u003Cbr\u003EPain and ignorance lead to great joy and  knowledge because the Supreme Being has created nothing  vain under the sun. \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/annadesing.ucoz.ru\/Dividers\/4.png'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E  \u003Cfont color=red\u003EA Poet's Voice \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=white\u003EKhalil Gibran \u003Cbr\u003EPart Two\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E   \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='https:\/\/fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net\/hphotos-ak-snc6\/284846_184951071572041_147269712006844_500410_5839159_n.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge lemonchiffon\"height=\"700\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=lemonchiffon\u003E Artist Andrew Atroshenko\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=salmon\u003EI have a yearning for my beautiful country, and I love its  people because of their misery. But if my people rose,  stimulated by plunder and motivated by what they call  “patriotic spirit” to murder, and invaded my neighbour’s  country, then upon the committing of any human atrocity  I would hate my people and my country.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/s16.rimg.info\/aa1952c39382a3e5b6365f06c7925bcf.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=peachpuff\u003EI sing the praise of my birthplace and long to see the home  of my children; but if the people in that home refused to  shelter and feed the needy wayfarer, I would convert  my praise into anger and my longing to forgetfulness.  My inner voice would say, “The house that does not comfort  the need is worthy of naught by destruction.” \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/s16.rimg.info\/aa1952c39382a3e5b6365f06c7925bcf.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=salmon\u003EI love my native village with some of my love for my country;  and I love my country with part of my love for the earth,  all of which is my country; and I love the earth will all  of myself because it is the haven of humanity, the manifest  spirit of God. \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/s16.rimg.info\/aa1952c39382a3e5b6365f06c7925bcf.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=peachpuff\u003EHumanity is the spirit of the Supreme Being on earth, and  that humanity is standing amidst ruins, hiding its nakedness  behind tattered rags, shedding tears upon hollow cheeks, and  calling for its children with pitiful voice. But the children  are busy singing their clan’s anthem; they are busy sharpening  the swords and cannot hear the cry of their mothers. \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/s16.rimg.info\/aa1952c39382a3e5b6365f06c7925bcf.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=salmon\u003EHumanity appeals to its people but they listen not. Were one  to listen, and console a mother by wiping her tears, other  would say, “He is weak, affected by sentiment.” \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/s16.rimg.info\/aa1952c39382a3e5b6365f06c7925bcf.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=peachpuff\u003EHumanity is the spirit of the Supreme Being on earth, and that  Supreme Being preaches love and good-will. But the people  ridicule such teachings. The Nazarene Jesus listened, and  crucifixion was his lot; Socrates heard the voice and followed  it, and he too fell victim in body. The followers of The Nazarene  and Socrates are the followers of Deity, and since people will  not kill them, they deride them, saying,\u003Cbr\u003E “Ridicule is more bitter than killing.” \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/s16.rimg.info\/aa1952c39382a3e5b6365f06c7925bcf.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=salmon\u003EJerusalem could not kill The Nazarene, nor Athens Socrates;  they are living yet and shall live eternally. Ridicule cannot  triumph over the followers of Deity. They live and grow forever.           "},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/feeds\/1230861121977695270\/comments\/default","title":"Post Comments"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/05\/a-poet-voice-by-khalil-gibranpart-one.html#comment-form","title":"0 Comments"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/1230861121977695270"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/1230861121977695270"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/05\/a-poet-voice-by-khalil-gibranpart-one.html","title":"A Poet\u0026#39;s Voice by Khalil Gibran\/Part One and Two"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"Anonymous"},"uri":{"$t":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/profile\/09652536733620134629"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$image":{"rel":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail","width":"16","height":"16","src":"https:\/\/img1.blogblog.com\/img\/b16-rounded.gif"}}],"thr$total":{"$t":"0"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4739814251441728812.post-78825849310823664"},"published":{"$t":"2012-05-17T07:46:00.000-07:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2012-11-04T22:54:49.374-08:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Humanism quotes and poems"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational pictures"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational quotes"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"Kurt Vonnegut Quote on Humanism"},"content":{"type":"html","$t":"   \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/sphotos-a.xx.fbcdn.net\/hphotos-ash4\/s720x720\/377305_493029040715353_846334987_n.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge cornsilk\"height=\"690\"width=\"530\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003E\u003Cfont color=blanchedalmond\u003EMorteza Katouzian\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=palegoldenrod\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003EHumanists try to behave decently and honourably without any  expectation of rewards or punishments in an afterlife.  And, since the creator of the universe is to them unknowable  so far, they serve as best can the highest abstraction of  which they have some understanding, which is their community.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E We are healthy only to the extent that our ideas are humane."},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/feeds\/78825849310823664\/comments\/default","title":"Post Comments"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/05\/kurt-vonnegut-quote-on-humanism.html#comment-form","title":"0 Comments"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/78825849310823664"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/78825849310823664"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/05\/kurt-vonnegut-quote-on-humanism.html","title":"Kurt Vonnegut Quote on Humanism"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"Anonymous"},"uri":{"$t":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/profile\/09652536733620134629"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$image":{"rel":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail","width":"16","height":"16","src":"https:\/\/img1.blogblog.com\/img\/b16-rounded.gif"}}],"thr$total":{"$t":"0"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4739814251441728812.post-4622499411337889966"},"published":{"$t":"2012-05-16T03:49:00.000-07:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2012-11-04T22:54:49.544-08:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"English poems"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Humanism quotes and poems"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational and motivational poems"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational pictures"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"DISAPPOINTMENT by James Russell Lowell"},"content":{"type":"html","$t":" \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/gallery.photo.net\/photo\/3337084-lg.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge black\"height=\"720\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=red\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003EDISAPPOINTMENT\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=white\u003Eby James Russell Lowell\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=gold\u003EI pray thee call not this society; \u003Cbr\u003EI asked for bread, thou givest me a stone; \u003Cbr\u003EI am an hungered, and I find not one \u003Cbr\u003ETo give me meat, to joy or grieve with me; \u003Cbr\u003EI find not here what I went out to see--\u003Cbr\u003ESouls of true men, of women who can move \u003Cbr\u003EThe deeper, better part of us to love, \u003Cbr\u003ESouls that can hold with mine communion free. \u003Cbr\u003EAlas! must then these hopes, these longings high, \u003Cbr\u003EThis yearning of the soul for brotherhood, \u003Cbr\u003EAnd all that makes us pure, and wise, and good, \u003Cbr\u003ECome broken-hearted, home again to die? \u003Cbr\u003ENo, Hope is left, and prays with bended head. \u003Cbr\u003E\"Give us this day, O God, our daily bread!\"\u003Cbr\u003E"},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/feeds\/4622499411337889966\/comments\/default","title":"Post Comments"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/05\/disappointment-by-james-russell-lowell.html#comment-form","title":"0 Comments"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/4622499411337889966"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/4622499411337889966"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/05\/disappointment-by-james-russell-lowell.html","title":"DISAPPOINTMENT by James Russell Lowell"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"Anonymous"},"uri":{"$t":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/profile\/09652536733620134629"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$image":{"rel":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail","width":"16","height":"16","src":"https:\/\/img1.blogblog.com\/img\/b16-rounded.gif"}}],"thr$total":{"$t":"0"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4739814251441728812.post-7759893521473594243"},"published":{"$t":"2012-05-14T06:43:00.000-07:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2012-11-04T22:54:49.825-08:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Humanism quotes and poems"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational pictures"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational quotes"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Philosophy  and Ethics poems and quotes"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"Inspirational Confucius quotes on Goodness,Virtue and self -Improvement"},"content":{"type":"html","$t":"\u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/4.bp.blogspot.com\/_QjNswq89a48\/TTslSLFWyVI\/AAAAAAAAADI\/qrGKaoUHxKo\/s1600\/thuc+tinh+tung+ngay.png'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge gold\"height=\"660\"width=\"490\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Cfont color=gold\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003EThe small man thinks that small acts of goodness are of no  benefit, and does not do them; and that small deeds of evil  do no harm, and does not refrain from them. Hence, his  wickedness becomes so great that it cannot be concealed,  and his guilt so great that it cannot be pardoned.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003ECONFUCIUS\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=gold\u003EVirtue is more to a man than either water or fire.  I have seen men die from treading on water and fire,  but I have never seen a man die from treading the course of virtue.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003ECONFUCIUS\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=gold\u003ETo put the world in order, we must first put the nation in  order; to put the nation in order, we must first put  the family in order; to put the family in order; we must  first cultivate our personal life; we must first set our hearts right.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EConfucius"},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/feeds\/7759893521473594243\/comments\/default","title":"Post Comments"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/05\/inspirational-confucius-quotes-on.html#comment-form","title":"2 Comments"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/7759893521473594243"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/7759893521473594243"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/05\/inspirational-confucius-quotes-on.html","title":"Inspirational Confucius quotes on Goodness,Virtue and self -Improvement"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"Anonymous"},"uri":{"$t":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/profile\/09652536733620134629"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$image":{"rel":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail","width":"16","height":"16","src":"https:\/\/img1.blogblog.com\/img\/b16-rounded.gif"}}],"media$thumbnail":{"xmlns$media":"http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/","url":"http:\/\/4.bp.blogspot.com\/_QjNswq89a48\/TTslSLFWyVI\/AAAAAAAAADI\/qrGKaoUHxKo\/s72-c\/thuc+tinh+tung+ngay.png","height":"72","width":"72"},"thr$total":{"$t":"2"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4739814251441728812.post-4407879951852262083"},"published":{"$t":"2012-05-12T05:32:00.000-07:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2012-11-04T22:54:49.882-08:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Humanism quotes and poems"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational music"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational pictures"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational quotes"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Love quotes"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Painting and fine art"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Philosophy  and Ethics poems and quotes"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Spirituality poems and quotes"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"inspiring philosophical  quotes on Meditation,Religion,Evil,Spirituality and love by aldous huxely , Aleksandr I. Solzhenitsyn,Felix Adler,Frederick Buechner,Fyodor Dostoyevski"},"content":{"type":"html","$t":"  \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EThe quit places in the mind\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=white\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003EAldous Huxley\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E   \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/i48.servimg.com\/u\/f48\/15\/88\/74\/85\/sleep154.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge blanchedalmond\"height=\"550\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=blanchedalmond\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003EKevin Beilfuss Art \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=red\u003EMusic:\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=aquamarine\u003EJOHN SOKOLOFF - Murza\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cobject style=\"height: 390px; width: 640px\"\u003E\u003Cparam name=\"movie\" value=\"http:\/\/www.youtube.com\/v\/RGYKYOUXhso?version=3\u0026feature=player_detailpage\"\u003E\u003Cparam name=\"allowFullScreen\" value=\"true\"\u003E\u003Cparam name=\"allowScriptAccess\" value=\"always\"\u003E\u003Cembed src=\"http:\/\/www.youtube.com\/v\/RGYKYOUXhso?version=3\u0026feature=player_detailpage\" type=\"application\/x-shockwave-flash\" allowfullscreen=\"true\" allowScriptAccess=\"always\" width=\"420\" height=\"420\"\u003E\u003C\/object\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Cfont color=lemonchiffon\u003EThere are quiet places also in the mind', he said meditatively. But we build bandstands and factories on them. Deliberately—  to put a stop to the quietness. ... All the thoughts, all  the preoccupations in my head — round and round, continually  What's it for? What's it all for? To put an end to the quiet,  to break it up and disperse it, to pretend at any  cost that it isn't there.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E Ah, but it is; it is there, in spite of everything,at the back  of everything. Lying awake at night— not restlessly, but serenely,  waiting for sleep — the quiet  re-establishes itself, piece by piece; all the broken bits...  we've been so busily dispersing all day long.  It re-establishes itself, an inward quiet, like the outward  quiet of grass and trees. It fills one, it grows — a crystal  quiet, a growing, expanding crystal. It grows, it becomes  more perfect; it is beautiful and terrifying ...\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  For one's  alone in the crystal, and there's no support from the outside,  there is nothing external and important, nothing external  and trivial to pull oneself up by or stand on ... There is  nothing to laugh at or feel enthusiast about. But the quiet  grows and grows. Beautifully and unbearably. And at last you  are conscious of something approaching; it is almost a faint  sound of footsteps.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E Something inexpressively lovely and  wonderful advances through the crystal, nearer, nearer.  And, oh, inexpressively terrifying. For if it were to touch  you, if it were to seize you and engulf you, you'd die;  all the regular, habitual daily part of you would die ....  one would have to begin living arduously in the quiet,  arduously in some strange, unheard of manner.\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img-fotki.yandex.ru\/get\/5900\/artemova-ludmila2010.84\/0_5350f_5528a0f0_L'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cfont color=red\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003EOn religion\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img0.liveinternet.ru\/images\/attach\/b\/3\/3\/661\/3661208_1191398096_michal041.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge black\"height=\"690\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=gold\u003EIn order to justify their behavior, they turn their theories  into dogmas, their bylaws into First Principles, their  political bosses into Gods and all those who disagree with  them into incarnate devils. This idolatrous transformation  of the relative into the Absolute and the all too human into  the Divine, makes it possible for them to indulge their ugliest  passions with a clear conscience and in the certainty that  they are working for the Highest Good. And when the current  beliefs come, in their turn, to look silly, a new set will  be invented, so that the immemorial madness may continue to wear  its customary mask of legality, idealism, and true religion.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EAldous Huxely \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img-fotki.yandex.ru\/get\/5900\/artemova-ludmila2010.84\/0_5350f_5528a0f0_L'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cfont color=red\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003EOn Evil\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/1.bp.blogspot.com\/-oqfHUJvPIeU\/TfMpaon3OaI\/AAAAAAAAAA8\/uAQDEJPjbtQ\/s1600\/190111_10150164231538185_64655903184_7964016_3820812_n.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge black\"height=\"690\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=orange\u003EIf only it were all so simple!If only there were evil  people somewhere insidiously committing evil deeds,  and it were necessary only to separate them from  the rest of us and destroy them.But the line dividing  good and evil cuts through the heart of every human being.  And who is willing to destroy a piece of his own heart?\u003Cbr\u003E  \u003Cfont color=red\u003E Aleksandr I. Solzhenitsyn\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img-fotki.yandex.ru\/get\/5900\/artemova-ludmila2010.84\/0_5350f_5528a0f0_L'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cfont color=red\u003EOn spirituality \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/blogimages.seniorennet.be\/karin1953\/1105744-a751c3f5adc458d60b44c9ad09cae3a9.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge darkseagreen\"height=\"700\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=aquamarine\u003EThe unique personality which is the real life in me, I can  not gain unless I search for the real life, the spiritual  quality, in others. I am myself spiritually dead unless  I reach out to the fine quality dormant in others.  For it is only with the god enthroned in the innermost  shrine of the other, that the god hidden in me, will consent to appear.\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cfont color=red\u003EFelix Adler \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img-fotki.yandex.ru\/get\/5900\/artemova-ludmila2010.84\/0_5350f_5528a0f0_L'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cfont color=red\u003ELove quotes\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/3.bp.blogspot.com\/-sv33NrTtWVU\/TwfN278Kn8I\/AAAAAAAAC0k\/YoZsx5qajjI\/s640\/281457_149969218419241_129873020428861_322443_4043529_n.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge lemonchiffon\"height=\"650\"width=\"520\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=lemonchiffon\u003ELee Bogle Art\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Cfont color=peachpuff\u003EYour life and my life flow into each other as wave flows  into wave, and unless there is peace and joy and freedom  for you, there can be no real peace or joy or freedom for me.  To see reality not as we expect it to be but as it is is  to see that unless we live for each other and in and through  each other, we do not really live very satisfactorily; that  there can really be life only where there really is, in just  this sense, love.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EFrederick Buechner, The Magnificent Defeat \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img-fotki.yandex.ru\/get\/5900\/artemova-ludmila2010.84\/0_5350f_5528a0f0_L'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E  \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/www.fondosescritorio.net\/wallpapers\/Naturaleza\/Lagos-Y-Montanas\/Lacsmontagnes-03.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge dodgerblue\"height=\"700\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=aqua\u003ELove all of God's creation, the whole of it and every grain  of sand in it. Love every leaf, every ray of God's light.  Love the animals, love the plants, love everything.  If you love everything, you will perceive the divine mystery  in things. Once you have perceived it, you will begin to  comprehend it better every day, and you will come at last  to love the world with an all-embracing love.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EFyodor Dostoyevski  "},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/feeds\/4407879951852262083\/comments\/default","title":"Post Comments"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/05\/inspiring-philosophical-quotes-on.html#comment-form","title":"0 Comments"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/4407879951852262083"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/4407879951852262083"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/05\/inspiring-philosophical-quotes-on.html","title":"inspiring philosophical  quotes on Meditation,Religion,Evil,Spirituality and love by aldous huxely , Aleksandr I. Solzhenitsyn,Felix Adler,Frederick Buechner,Fyodor Dostoyevski"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"Anonymous"},"uri":{"$t":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/profile\/09652536733620134629"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$image":{"rel":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail","width":"16","height":"16","src":"https:\/\/img1.blogblog.com\/img\/b16-rounded.gif"}}],"media$thumbnail":{"xmlns$media":"http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/","url":"http:\/\/1.bp.blogspot.com\/-oqfHUJvPIeU\/TfMpaon3OaI\/AAAAAAAAAA8\/uAQDEJPjbtQ\/s72-c\/190111_10150164231538185_64655903184_7964016_3820812_n.jpg","height":"72","width":"72"},"thr$total":{"$t":"0"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4739814251441728812.post-8524161066737651122"},"published":{"$t":"2012-05-11T07:42:00.000-07:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2012-11-04T22:54:50.107-08:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Humanism quotes and poems"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational pictures"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational quotes"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"Inspiring quotes on Human nature and humanism"},"content":{"type":"html","$t":"  \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/4.bp.blogspot.com\/-R99C0uKK0gs\/TfMo7EGAQAI\/AAAAAAAAAA4\/p8rcPTkpOXY\/s1600\/172782_10150160157088185_64655903184_7923266_6286553_o.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge cornsilk\"height=\"660\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=yellow\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003EHumanism was not wrong in thinking that truth, beauty,\u003Cbr\u003E liberty, and equality are of infinite value, but in\u003Cbr\u003E thinking that man can get them for himself without grace.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003ESimone Weil\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=yellow\u003EThere is some kind of a sweet innocence in being human- \u003Cbr\u003Ein not having to be just happy or just sad- in the nature\u003Cbr\u003E of being able to be both broken and whole, at the same time. \u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cfont color=red\u003EC. 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Something magnificent\u003Cbr\u003E is taking place here amidst the cruelties and tragedies, and\u003Cbr\u003E the supreme challenge to intelligence is that of making \u003Cbr\u003Ethe noblest and best in our curious heritage prevail. \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003ECharles Austin Beard"},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/feeds\/8524161066737651122\/comments\/default","title":"Post Comments"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/05\/inspiring-quotes-on-human-nature-and.html#comment-form","title":"0 Comments"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/8524161066737651122"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/8524161066737651122"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/05\/inspiring-quotes-on-human-nature-and.html","title":"Inspiring quotes on Human nature and humanism"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"Anonymous"},"uri":{"$t":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/profile\/09652536733620134629"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$image":{"rel":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail","width":"16","height":"16","src":"https:\/\/img1.blogblog.com\/img\/b16-rounded.gif"}}],"media$thumbnail":{"xmlns$media":"http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/","url":"http:\/\/4.bp.blogspot.com\/-R99C0uKK0gs\/TfMo7EGAQAI\/AAAAAAAAAA4\/p8rcPTkpOXY\/s72-c\/172782_10150160157088185_64655903184_7923266_6286553_o.jpg","height":"72","width":"72"},"thr$total":{"$t":"0"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4739814251441728812.post-3277626781091148443"},"published":{"$t":"2012-05-05T04:58:00.000-07:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2012-11-04T22:54:50.729-08:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"English poems"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Humanism quotes and poems"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational and motivational poems"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational music"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational pictures"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Life poems and quotes"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Painting and fine art"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"Motivational poems on life and goodness:My Comfort Zone by author unknown;Start Where You Stand by Berton Braley;Keep Them Close by Unknown;The Recompense Of Goodness by John S. Adams"},"content":{"type":"html","$t":"    \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003EMy Comfort Zone\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=white\u003EUnknown\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/3.bp.blogspot.com\/-fvwnjqNnLDE\/T4GyV0P4EAI\/AAAAAAAAALg\/bdleJ_f5lMU\/s1600\/331571_327533317271593_237963386228587_1214149_1388843246_o.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge darkkhaki\"height=\"670\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cfont color=aqua\u003EMusic:\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=aquamarine\u003EFRANCIS GOYA - If Tomorrow Never Comes \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Ciframe width=\"420\" height=\"420\" src=\"http:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/zQrpOzd8WE4\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen\u003E\u003C\/iframe\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=aquamarine\u003EI used to have a comfort zone\u003Cbr\u003Ewhere I knew I wouldn't fail.\u003Cbr\u003EThe same four walls and busywork\u003Cbr\u003Ewere really more like jail.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img-fotki.yandex.ru\/get\/5602\/artemova-ludmila2010.85\/0_5351b_999fdfd7_L'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=pink\u003EI longed so much to do the things\u003Cbr\u003E I'd never done before,\u003Cbr\u003EBut stayed inside my comfort zone \u003Cbr\u003Eand paced the same old floor.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img-fotki.yandex.ru\/get\/5602\/artemova-ludmila2010.85\/0_5351b_999fdfd7_L'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=aquamarine\u003EI said it didn't matter that \u003Cbr\u003EI wasn't doing much.\u003Cbr\u003EI said I didn't care for things\u003Cbr\u003E like commission checks and such.\u003Cbr\u003EI claimed to be so busy with \u003Cbr\u003Ethe things inside the zone,\u003Cbr\u003EBut deep inside I longed for \u003Cbr\u003Esomething special of my own.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img-fotki.yandex.ru\/get\/5602\/artemova-ludmila2010.85\/0_5351b_999fdfd7_L'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=pink\u003EI couldn't let my life go by just watching others win.\u003Cbr\u003EI held my breath; I stepped outside and let the change begin.\u003Cbr\u003EI took a step and with new strength I'd never felt before,\u003Cbr\u003EI kissed my comfort zone goodbye and closed\u003Cbr\u003E and locked the door.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img-fotki.yandex.ru\/get\/5602\/artemova-ludmila2010.85\/0_5351b_999fdfd7_L'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=aquamarine\u003EIf you're in a comfort zone,\u003Cbr\u003Eafraid to venture out,\u003Cbr\u003ERemember that all winners were at one\u003Cbr\u003E time filled with doubt.\u003Cbr\u003EA step or two and words of praise can\u003Cbr\u003E  make your dreams come true.\u003Cbr\u003EReach for your future with a smile; \u003Cbr\u003Esuccess is there for you! \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img0.liveinternet.ru\/images\/attach\/c\/1\/\/64\/17\/64017832_4.png'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cfont color=red\u003EStart Where You Stand\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=white\u003EBy Berton Braley\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/f8.ifotki.info\/org\/988cb14de2fad4884c90ccacce0cfe1ebc81cc90162476.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge blanchedalmond\"height=\"640\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=blanchedalmond\u003E Alexander Averin Art \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Cfont color=lemonchiffon\u003EStart where you stand and never mind the past,\u003Cbr\u003EThe past won't help you in beginning new,\u003Cbr\u003EIf you have left it all behind at last\u003Cbr\u003EWhy, that's enough, you're done with it, you're through;\u003Cbr\u003EThis is another chapter in the book,\u003Cbr\u003EThis is another race that you have planned,\u003Cbr\u003EDon't give the vanished days a backward look,\u003Cbr\u003EStart where you stand.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img-fotki.yandex.ru\/get\/5602\/artemova-ludmila2010.85\/0_5351b_999fdfd7_L'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=salmon\u003EThe world won't care about your old defeats\u003Cbr\u003EIf you can start anew and win success;\u003Cbr\u003EThe future is your time, and time is fleet\u003Cbr\u003EAnd there is much of work and strain and stress;\u003Cbr\u003EForget the buried woes and dead despairs,\u003Cbr\u003EHere is a brand-new trial right at hand,\u003Cbr\u003EThe future is for him who does and dares,\u003Cbr\u003EStart where you stand. \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img0.liveinternet.ru\/images\/attach\/c\/1\/\/64\/17\/64017832_4.png'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cfont color=red\u003EKeep Them Close\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=white\u003EUnknown\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/f8.ifotki.info\/org\/677d51bc38b6e151f03ef2aad5bac2c5bc81cc90162477.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge lightblue\"height=\"620\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=lightblue\u003E Alexander Averin Art \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=aqua\u003EOne day a mother died.\u003Cbr\u003EAnd on that clear, cold morning,\u003Cbr\u003Ein the warmth of her bedroom,\u003Cbr\u003Ethe daughter was struck with\u003Cbr\u003Ethe pain of learning that sometimes\u003Cbr\u003Ethere isn't any more.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E No more hugs, no more lucky moments \u003Cbr\u003Eto celebrate together,\u003Cbr\u003Eno more phone calls just to chat,\u003Cbr\u003E  no more \"just one minute.\"\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img-fotki.yandex.ru\/get\/5602\/artemova-ludmila2010.85\/0_5351b_999fdfd7_L'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=pink\u003ESometimes, what we care about the most \u003Cbr\u003Egoes away,never to return before we can\u003Cbr\u003E say good-bye, say \"I Love You.\"\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E So while we have it … it's best we love it .\u003Cbr\u003EAnd care for it and fix it when it's broken\u003Cbr\u003Eand take good care of it when it's sick.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img-fotki.yandex.ru\/get\/5602\/artemova-ludmila2010.85\/0_5351b_999fdfd7_L'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cfont color=aqua\u003EThis is true for marriage … and friendships!\u003Cbr\u003EAnd children with bad report cards;\u003Cbr\u003Eand dogs with bad hips;\u003Cbr\u003Eand aging parents and grandparents.\u003Cbr\u003EWe keep them because they are worth it,\u003Cbr\u003Ebecause we cherish them!\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img-fotki.yandex.ru\/get\/5602\/artemova-ludmila2010.85\/0_5351b_999fdfd7_L'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=pink\u003ESome things we keep -\u003Cbr\u003Elike a best friend who moved away\u003Cbr\u003Eor a classmate we grew up with.\u003Cbr\u003EThere are just some things that\u003Cbr\u003Emake us happy, no matter what.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  Life is important, and so are the people we know.\u003Cbr\u003EAnd so, keep them close!\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img0.liveinternet.ru\/images\/attach\/c\/1\/\/64\/17\/64017832_4.png'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cfont color=red\u003EThe Recompense Of Goodness\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cfont color=white\u003EJohn S. Adams\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E   \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/night-gallery.ir\/images\/gallery\/Exis-Night%20Gallery-85038.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge black\"height=\"680\"width=\"510\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Cfont color=lightyellow\u003EWHEN our hours shall all be numbered,\u003Cbr\u003EAnd the time shall come to die,\u003Cbr\u003EWhen the tear that long hath slumbered\u003Cbr\u003ESparkles in the watcher's eye,\u003Cbr\u003EShall we not look back with pleasure\u003Cbr\u003ETo the hour when some lone heart,\u003Cbr\u003EOf our soul's abundant treasure,\u003Cbr\u003EFrom our bounty took a part?\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img-fotki.yandex.ru\/get\/5602\/artemova-ludmila2010.85\/0_5351b_999fdfd7_L'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=salmon\u003EWhen the hand of death is resting\u003Cbr\u003EOn the friend we most do love,\u003Cbr\u003EAnd the spirit fast is hasting\u003Cbr\u003ETo its holy home above,\u003Cbr\u003EThen the memory of each favor\u003Cbr\u003EWe have given will to us be\u003Cbr\u003ELike a full and holy savor,\u003Cbr\u003EBearing blessings rich and free.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img-fotki.yandex.ru\/get\/5602\/artemova-ludmila2010.85\/0_5351b_999fdfd7_L'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=lightyellow\u003EO, then, brother, let thy labor\u003Cbr\u003EBe to do good while you live,\u003Cbr\u003EAnd to every friend and neighbor\u003Cbr\u003ESome kind word and sweet smile give.\u003Cbr\u003EDo it, all thy soul revealing,\u003Cbr\u003EAnd within your soul you'll know\u003Cbr\u003EHow one look of kindly feeling\u003Cbr\u003ECause the tides of love to flow."},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/feeds\/3277626781091148443\/comments\/default","title":"Post Comments"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/05\/motivational-poems-on-life-and.html#comment-form","title":"0 Comments"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/3277626781091148443"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/3277626781091148443"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/05\/motivational-poems-on-life-and.html","title":"Motivational poems on life and goodness:My Comfort Zone by author unknown;Start Where You Stand by Berton Braley;Keep Them Close by Unknown;The Recompense Of Goodness by John S. 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Beyond identities\u003Cbr\u003E and desire, there is a common core of self - an essential\u003Cbr\u003E humanity whose nature is peace and whose expression is\u003Cbr\u003E thought and whose action is unconditional love. \u003Cbr\u003EWhen we identify with that inner core, respecting and\u003Cbr\u003E  honoring it in others as well as ourselves, we experience\u003Cbr\u003E healing in every area of life.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EJoan Borysenko\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cfont color=lightblue\u003EWhen we are capable of living in the moment free from \u003Cbr\u003Ethe tyranny of \"shoulds,\" free from the nagging sensation\u003Cbr\u003E that this moment isn't right, we will have peaceful\u003Cbr\u003E hearts.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EJoan Borysenko"},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/feeds\/5399052048127568510\/comments\/default","title":"Post Comments"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/05\/a-common-core-of-self-by-joan-borysenko.html#comment-form","title":"0 Comments"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/5399052048127568510"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/5399052048127568510"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/05\/a-common-core-of-self-by-joan-borysenko.html","title":"A common core of self by Joan Borysenko .Quote on Humanity and peace"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"Anonymous"},"uri":{"$t":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/profile\/09652536733620134629"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$image":{"rel":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail","width":"16","height":"16","src":"https:\/\/img1.blogblog.com\/img\/b16-rounded.gif"}}],"thr$total":{"$t":"0"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4739814251441728812.post-5603709485537410946"},"published":{"$t":"2012-04-13T04:29:00.000-07:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2012-11-04T22:54:52.789-08:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Humanism quotes and poems"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational quotes"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Love quotes"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Painting and fine art"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"Love quote by William Law"},"content":{"type":"html","$t":"\u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/i067.radikal.ru\/0912\/3b\/d730eee48caa.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge burlywood\"height=\"700\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E \u003Cfont color=burlywood\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003ESzéchenyi Szidónia: vase flower painting\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=blanchedalmond\u003ELet every creature have your love.  Love,\u003Cbr \/\u003Ewith its fruits of meekness, patience,\u003Cbr \/\u003Eand humility, is all that we can wish for\u003Cbr \/\u003Eourselves and our fellow creatures.  For this\u003Cbr \/\u003Eis to live in God, united with him, both for\u003Cbr \/\u003Etime and eternity.  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therefore he must die endlessly.\u003Cbr \/\u003EFor life is a creative idea; \u003Cbr \/\u003Eit can only find itself in changing forms.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EMan's abiding happiness is not in getting anything\u003Cbr \/\u003Ebut in giving himself up to what is greater than himself,\u003Cbr \/\u003Eto ideas which are larger than his individual life,\u003Cbr \/\u003Ethe idea of his country, \u003Cbr \/\u003Eof humanity, \u003Cbr \/\u003Eof God.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003ETagore\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=blanchedalmond\u003ELife is given to us, \u003Cbr \/\u003Ewe earn it by giving it.\u003Cbr \/\u003ELet the dead have the immortality of fame, \u003Cbr \/\u003Ebut the living the immortality of love.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003ELife's errors cry for the merciful beauty\u003Cbr \/\u003Ethat can modulate their isolation into a \u003Cbr \/\u003Eharmony with the whole.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003ELife, like a child, laughs, \u003Cbr \/\u003Eshaking its rattle of death as it runs.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003ETagore\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E"},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/feeds\/6087090312637192537\/comments\/default","title":"Post Comments"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/03\/life-quotes-by-rabindranath-tagore.html#comment-form","title":"0 Comments"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/6087090312637192537"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/6087090312637192537"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/03\/life-quotes-by-rabindranath-tagore.html","title":"Life quotes by Rabindranath Tagore"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"Anonymous"},"uri":{"$t":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/profile\/09652536733620134629"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$image":{"rel":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail","width":"16","height":"16","src":"https:\/\/img1.blogblog.com\/img\/b16-rounded.gif"}}],"thr$total":{"$t":"0"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4739814251441728812.post-7998322238648110711"},"published":{"$t":"2012-03-20T11:03:00.000-07:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2012-11-04T22:54:56.372-08:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Humanism quotes and poems"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational and motivational poems"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational music"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational pictures"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Khalil Gibran quotes and poems"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Love poems"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Philosophy  and Ethics poems and quotes"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"Vision  by  Khalil Gibran, The Vision by  Khalil Gibran"},"content":{"type":"html","$t":"\u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003EVision \u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=white\u003EKhalil Gibran\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/media.picfor.me\/001178321\/.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge blanchedalmond\"height=\"700\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=aqua\u003EMusic:\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=aquamarine\u003ERichard Clayderman-Passion\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cobject style=\"height: 390px; width: 640px\"\u003E\u003Cparam name=\"movie\" value=\"http:\/\/www.youtube.com\/v\/pDOIKd3IpjE?version=3\u0026feature=player_detailpage\"\u003E\u003Cparam name=\"allowFullScreen\" value=\"true\"\u003E\u003Cparam name=\"allowScriptAccess\" value=\"always\"\u003E\u003Cembed src=\"http:\/\/www.youtube.com\/v\/pDOIKd3IpjE?version=3\u0026feature=player_detailpage\" type=\"application\/x-shockwave-flash\" allowfullscreen=\"true\" allowScriptAccess=\"always\" width=\"500\" height=\"450\"\u003E\u003C\/object\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=aquamarine\u003EThere in the middle of the field, by the side of \u003Cbr \/\u003Ea crystalline stream, I saw a bird-cage whose rods\u003Cbr \/\u003Eand hinges were fashioned by an expert's hands. \u003Cbr \/\u003EIn one corner lay a dead bird, and in another were\u003Cbr \/\u003Etwo basins -- one empty of water and the other \u003Cbr \/\u003Eof seeds. I stood there reverently, as if the lifeless \u003Cbr \/\u003Ebird and the murmur of the water were worthy of deep\u003Cbr \/\u003Esilence and respect -- something worth of examination\u003Cbr \/\u003Eand meditation by the heard and conscience. \u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/korhynressourcesphotofiltre.k.o.pic.centerblog.net\/4s4q6kij.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=pink\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EAs I engrossed myself in view and thought, I found \u003Cbr \/\u003Ethat the poor creature had died of thirst beside \u003Cbr \/\u003Ea stream of water, and of hunger in the midst of \u003Cbr \/\u003Ea rich field, cradle of life; like a rich man locked\u003Cbr \/\u003Einside his iron safe, perishing from hunger amid \u003Cbr \/\u003Eheaps of gold. \u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=aquamarine\u003EBefore my eyes I saw the cage turned suddenly into\u003Cbr \/\u003Ea human skeleton, and the dead bird into a man's\u003Cbr \/\u003Eheart which was bleeding from a deep wound that\u003Cbr \/\u003Elooked like the lips of a sorrowing woman. \u003Cbr \/\u003EA voice came from that wound saying, \"I am the human \u003Cbr \/\u003Eheart, prisoner of substance and victim of earthly laws. \u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/korhynressourcesphotofiltre.k.o.pic.centerblog.net\/4s4q6kij.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=pink\u003E\"In God's field of Beauty, at the edge of the stream\u003Cbr \/\u003Eof life, I was imprisoned in the cage of laws made by man. \u003Cbr \/\u003E\"In the center of beautiful Creation I died neglected because\u003Cbr \/\u003EI was kept from enjoying the freedom of God's bounty. \u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=aquamarine\u003E\"Everything of beauty that awakens my love and desire is\u003Cbr \/\u003Ea disgrace, according to man's conceptions; everything \u003Cbr \/\u003Eof goodness that I crave is but naught, according to his judgment. \u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/korhynressourcesphotofiltre.k.o.pic.centerblog.net\/4s4q6kij.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=pink\u003E\"I am the lost human heart, imprisoned in the foul dungeon \u003Cbr \/\u003Eof man's dictates, tied with chains of earthly authority, \u003Cbr \/\u003Edead and forgotten by laughing humanity whose tongue is\u003Cbr \/\u003Etied and whose eyes are empty of visible tears.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=aquamarine\u003EAll these words I heard, and I saw them emerging with \u003Cbr \/\u003Ea stream of ever thinning blood from that wounded heart. \u003Cbr \/\u003EMore was said, but my misted eyes and crying should prevented\u003Cbr \/\u003Efurther sight or hearing. \u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003EThe Vision\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=white\u003EKhalil Gibran\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='https:\/\/lh3.googleusercontent.com\/-Z4xKfDJsEZA\/Trrhy00uAmI\/AAAAAAAAH0o\/lH5Wx_UvlEk\/s720\/282540.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge steelblue\"height=\"680\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=lightblue\u003EWhen night fell and slumber draped its mantle over\u003Cbr \/\u003Ethe face of the earth, I left my bed and walked \u003Cbr \/\u003Etoward the sea, saying to myself, “The sea sleeps not.\u003Cbr \/\u003EAnd in the wakefulness of the sea is a balm for \u003Cbr \/\u003Ethe spirit that does not rest. \u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=blanchedalmond\u003EI arrived at the shore, where the mists had rolled \u003Cbr \/\u003Edown from the mountain peaks and enveloped that locale\u003Cbr \/\u003Ethe way a grey veil cloaks the face of a beautiful girl. \u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/korhynressourcesphotofiltre.k.o.pic.centerblog.net\/4s4q6kij.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=lightblue\u003EI stood staring at the armies of waves, listening to\u003Cbr \/\u003Etheir jubilant shouts, contemplating the eternal, \u003Cbr \/\u003Eclandestine powers that lay behind them—the powers\u003Cbr \/\u003Ethat race with storms, rage alongside volcanoes, \u003Cbr \/\u003Esmile with the mouths of roses, and lilt with brooks.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=lightblue\u003EAfter a little while I looked around to find three \u003Cbr \/\u003Eapparitions sitting on a nearby boulder, the mists \u003Cbr \/\u003Econcealing yet not concealing them. I walked slowly\u003Cbr \/\u003Etoward them, as if some force in their being attracted\u003Cbr \/\u003Eme and subdued my will.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/korhynressourcesphotofiltre.k.o.pic.centerblog.net\/4s4q6kij.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=lightblue\u003EWhen I had come within a few footsteps of them, I halted\u003Cbr \/\u003Eand stood staring at them fixedly, as though sorcery\u003Cbr \/\u003Epervaded that place, blunting my determination and \u003Cbr \/\u003Eawakening the imagination latent in my spirit.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=blanchedalmond\u003EAt that very moment one of the three arose and, in \u003Cbr \/\u003Ea voice that seemed to issue from the depths of the sea,\u003Cbr \/\u003Ehe said, “Life without love is like a tree without\u003Cbr \/\u003Eblossoms or fruit. Love without beauty is like flowers\u003Cbr \/\u003Ewithout fragrance and fruit without seeds.... Life, love,\u003Cbr \/\u003Eand beauty—three persons in one substance, independent,\u003Cbr \/\u003Eabsolute, accepting no change or separation.\u003Cbr \/\u003EHaving spoken these words, he sat down again in the same place.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/korhynressourcesphotofiltre.k.o.pic.centerblog.net\/4s4q6kij.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=lightblue\u003EThe second phantom stood and, in a voice like the roar\u003Cbr \/\u003Eof floodwaters, he said, “Life without rebellion is \u003Cbr \/\u003Elike the seasons without spring. Rebellion without truth\u003Cbr \/\u003Eis like spring in a bleak, arid desert.... Life, rebellion,\u003Cbr \/\u003Eand truth—three persons in one substance, accepting no\u003Cbr \/\u003Eseparation or alteration.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=blanchedalmond\u003EThe third specter now gained his feet and, in a voice \u003Cbr \/\u003Elike a thunderclap, he said, “Life without liberty is\u003Cbr \/\u003Elike a body without spirit. Liberty without thought \u003Cbr \/\u003Eis like a disturbed spirit.... Life, liberty, and \u003Cbr \/\u003Ethought—three persons in one substance, eternal,\u003Cbr \/\u003Enever-ending, and unceasing.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/korhynressourcesphotofiltre.k.o.pic.centerblog.net\/4s4q6kij.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=lightblue\u003EAll three apparitions now arose, and with horrifying\u003Cbr \/\u003Evoices they said unanimously, “ Love and what generates\u003Cbr \/\u003Eit. Rebellion and what creates it. Liberty and what\u003Cbr \/\u003Enourishes it. Three manifestations of God . \u003Cbr \/\u003EAnd God is the conscience of the rational world.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=blanchedalmond\u003EA silence fell then, replete with the rustling of unseen\u003Cbr \/\u003Ewings and the trembling of ethereal bodies. \u003Cbr \/\u003EI closed my eyes, listening to the echo of the words\u003Cbr \/\u003EI had heard. When I opened them and looked again,\u003Cbr \/\u003EI saw only the sea, wrapped in a shroud of mist. \u003Cbr \/\u003EI drew near to the boulder where the three apparitions\u003Cbr \/\u003Ehad been sitting, and descried only a column of incense \u003Cbr \/\u003Erising into the sky."},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/feeds\/7998322238648110711\/comments\/default","title":"Post Comments"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/03\/vision-by-khalil-gibran-vision-by.html#comment-form","title":"0 Comments"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/7998322238648110711"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/7998322238648110711"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/03\/vision-by-khalil-gibran-vision-by.html","title":"Vision  by  Khalil Gibran, The Vision by  Khalil Gibran"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"Anonymous"},"uri":{"$t":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/profile\/09652536733620134629"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$image":{"rel":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail","width":"16","height":"16","src":"https:\/\/img1.blogblog.com\/img\/b16-rounded.gif"}}],"media$thumbnail":{"xmlns$media":"http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/","url":"https:\/\/lh3.googleusercontent.com\/-Z4xKfDJsEZA\/Trrhy00uAmI\/AAAAAAAAH0o\/lH5Wx_UvlEk\/s72-c\/282540.jpg","height":"72","width":"72"},"thr$total":{"$t":"0"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4739814251441728812.post-3527432714101422557"},"published":{"$t":"2012-03-17T06:47:00.000-07:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2012-11-04T22:54:57.113-08:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Humanism quotes and poems"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational pictures"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational quotes"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Life poems and quotes"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"Helping, fixing, and serving by Rachel Naomi Remen"},"content":{"type":"html","$t":"\u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/mirror02.lensart.ru\/d4\/picturecontent-pid-3a7d4.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge orangered\"height=\"700\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=orange\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003EHelping, fixing, and serving represent three different\u003Cbr \/\u003E ways of seeing life. When you help, you see life as weak.\u003Cbr \/\u003E when you fix, you see life as broken. When you serve, you \u003Cbr \/\u003Esee life as whole. 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They're part \u003Cbr \/\u003Eof the same thing. It is our wounds that enable us to\u003Cbr \/\u003E be compassionate with the wounds of others. \u003Cbr \/\u003EIt is our limitations that make us kind to the limitations\u003Cbr \/\u003E of other people. It is our loneliness that helps us \u003Cbr \/\u003E to find other people or to even know they're alone with\u003Cbr \/\u003E an illness. 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Finn"},"content":{"type":"html","$t":"\u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003EPlease Hear What I'm Not Saying\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=white\u003ECharles C. Finn\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/unpeudebonheur.u.n.pic.centerblog.net\/33ffb35z.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge blanchedalmond\"height=\"700\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=aqua\u003EMusic:\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=aquamarine\u003ESTAMATIS SPANOUDAKIS - Nyfes(Brides)\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Ciframe width=\"450\" height=\"410\" src=\"http:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/keJBz9tduAU\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen\u003E\u003C\/iframe\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=salmon\u003E Don't be fooled by me.\u003Cbr \/\u003EDon't be fooled by the face I wear\u003Cbr \/\u003Efor I wear a mask, a thousand masks,\u003Cbr \/\u003Emasks that I'm afraid to take off,\u003Cbr \/\u003Eand none of them is me.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/roseric.r.o.pic.centerblog.net\/7c6407ff.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=pink\u003E Pretending is an art that's second nature with me,\u003Cbr \/\u003Ebut don't be fooled,\u003Cbr \/\u003Efor God's sake don't be fooled.\u003Cbr \/\u003EI give you the impression that I'm secure,\u003Cbr \/\u003Ethat all is sunny and unruffled with me, within as well\u003Cbr \/\u003Eas without,\u003Cbr \/\u003Ethat confidence is my name and coolness my game,\u003Cbr \/\u003Ethat the water's calm and I'm in command\u003Cbr \/\u003Eand that I need no one,\u003Cbr \/\u003Ebut don't believe me.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/roseric.r.o.pic.centerblog.net\/7c6407ff.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=salmon\u003EMy surface may seem smooth but my surface is my mask,\u003Cbr \/\u003Eever-varying and ever-concealing.\u003Cbr \/\u003EBeneath lies no complacence.\u003Cbr \/\u003EBeneath lies confusion, and fear, and aloneness.\u003Cbr \/\u003EBut I hide this.  I don't want anybody to know it.\u003Cbr \/\u003EI panic at the thought of my weakness exposed.\u003Cbr \/\u003EThat's why I frantically create a mask to hide behind,\u003Cbr \/\u003Ea nonchalant sophisticated facade,\u003Cbr \/\u003Eto help me pretend,\u003Cbr \/\u003Eto shield me from the glance that knows.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/roseric.r.o.pic.centerblog.net\/7c6407ff.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=pink\u003EBut such a glance is precisely my salvation, my only hope,\u003Cbr \/\u003Eand I know it.\u003Cbr \/\u003EThat is, if it's followed by acceptance,\u003Cbr \/\u003Eif it's followed by love.\u003Cbr \/\u003EIt's the only thing that can liberate me from myself,\u003Cbr \/\u003Efrom my own self-built prison walls,\u003Cbr \/\u003Efrom the barriers I so painstakingly erect.\u003Cbr \/\u003EIt's the only thing that will assure me\u003Cbr \/\u003Eof what I can't assure myself,\u003Cbr \/\u003Ethat I'm really worth something.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/roseric.r.o.pic.centerblog.net\/7c6407ff.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=salmon\u003EBut I don't tell you this.  I don't dare to, I'm afraid to.\u003Cbr \/\u003EI'm afraid your glance will not be followed by acceptance,\u003Cbr \/\u003Ewill not be followed by love.\u003Cbr \/\u003EI'm afraid you'll think less of me,\u003Cbr \/\u003Ethat you'll laugh, and your laugh would kill me.\u003Cbr \/\u003EI'm afraid that deep-down I'm nothing\u003Cbr \/\u003Eand that you will see this and reject me.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/roseric.r.o.pic.centerblog.net\/7c6407ff.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=pink\u003ESo I play my game, my desperate pretending game,\u003Cbr \/\u003Ewith a facade of assurance without\u003Cbr \/\u003Eand a trembling child within.\u003Cbr \/\u003ESo begins the glittering but empty parade of masks,\u003Cbr \/\u003Eand my life becomes a front.\u003Cbr \/\u003EI idly chatter to you in the suave tones of surface talk.\u003Cbr \/\u003EI tell you everything that's really nothing,\u003Cbr \/\u003Eand nothing of what's everything,\u003Cbr \/\u003Eof what's crying within me.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/roseric.r.o.pic.centerblog.net\/7c6407ff.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=salmon\u003ESo when I'm going through my routine\u003Cbr \/\u003Edo not be fooled by what I'm saying.\u003Cbr \/\u003EPlease listen carefully and try to hear what I'm not saying,\u003Cbr \/\u003Ewhat I'd like to be able to say,\u003Cbr \/\u003Ewhat for survival I need to say,\u003Cbr \/\u003Ebut what I can't say.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/roseric.r.o.pic.centerblog.net\/7c6407ff.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=pink\u003EI don't like hiding.\u003Cbr \/\u003EI don't like playing superficial phony games.\u003Cbr \/\u003EI want to stop playing them.\u003Cbr \/\u003EI want to be genuine and spontaneous and me\u003Cbr \/\u003Ebut you've got to help me.\u003Cbr \/\u003EYou've got to hold out your hand\u003Cbr \/\u003Eeven when that's the last thing I seem to want.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/roseric.r.o.pic.centerblog.net\/7c6407ff.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=salmon\u003EOnly you can wipe away from my eyes\u003Cbr \/\u003Ethe blank stare of the breathing dead.\u003Cbr \/\u003EOnly you can call me into aliveness.\u003Cbr \/\u003EEach time you're kind, and gentle, and encouraging,\u003Cbr \/\u003Eeach time you try to understand because you really care,\u003Cbr \/\u003Emy heart begins to grow wings--\u003Cbr \/\u003Every small wings,\u003Cbr \/\u003Every feeble wings,\u003Cbr \/\u003Ebut wings!\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/roseric.r.o.pic.centerblog.net\/7c6407ff.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=pink\u003E With your power to touch me into feeling\u003Cbr \/\u003Eyou can breathe life into me.\u003Cbr \/\u003EI want you to know that.\u003Cbr \/\u003EI want you to know how important you are to me,\u003Cbr \/\u003Ehow you can be a creator--an honest-to-God creator--\u003Cbr \/\u003Eof the person that is me\u003Cbr \/\u003Eif you choose to.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/roseric.r.o.pic.centerblog.net\/7c6407ff.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=salmon\u003EYou alone can break down the wall behind which I tremble,\u003Cbr \/\u003Eyou alone can remove my mask,\u003Cbr \/\u003Eyou alone can release me from my shadow-world of panic,\u003Cbr \/\u003Efrom my lonely prison,\u003Cbr \/\u003Eif you choose to.\u003Cbr \/\u003EPlease choose to.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/roseric.r.o.pic.centerblog.net\/7c6407ff.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=pink\u003EDo not pass me by.\u003Cbr \/\u003EIt will not be easy for you.\u003Cbr \/\u003EA long conviction of worthlessness builds strong walls.\u003Cbr \/\u003EThe nearer you approach to me\u003Cbr \/\u003Ethe blinder I may strike back.\u003Cbr \/\u003EIt's irrational, but despite what the books say about man\u003Cbr \/\u003Eoften I am irrational.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg 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Peterson\/Inspiring life quotes by Paul Bowles,J W Goethe\/ Inspiring love and goodness quotes by Rumi,Carl Jung,Andras Angyal,Buddha,John O'Donohue"},"content":{"type":"html","$t":"\u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EQuotes on life,Gratitude,Mindfulness,Serenity\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='\u003Cbr \/\u003E http:\/\/fc05.deviantart.net\/fs50\/i\/2009\/327\/8\/6\/Dancing_Leaves_by_00AngelicDevil00.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge ivory\"height=\"680\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=aqua\u003EMusic:\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=aquamarine\u003EFeelings - FRANCIS GOYA\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cobject style=\"height: 390px; width: 640px\"\u003E\u003Cparam name=\"movie\" value=\"http:\/\/www.youtube.com\/v\/VDHXpk0CKlk?version=3\u0026feature=player_detailpage\"\u003E\u003Cparam name=\"allowFullScreen\" value=\"true\"\u003E\u003Cparam name=\"allowScriptAccess\" value=\"always\"\u003E\u003Cembed src=\"http:\/\/www.youtube.com\/v\/VDHXpk0CKlk?version=3\u0026feature=player_detailpage\" type=\"application\/x-shockwave-flash\" allowfullscreen=\"true\" allowScriptAccess=\"always\" width=\"420\" height=\"400\"\u003E\u003C\/object\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=salmon\u003EBecause we don’t know when we will die, we get to think \u003Cbr \/\u003Eof life as an inexhaustible well. Yet everything happens\u003Cbr \/\u003Ea certain number of times, and a very small number, really. \u003Cbr \/\u003EHow many more times will you remember a certain afternoon \u003Cbr \/\u003Eof your childhood, some afternoon that’s so deeply a part \u003Cbr \/\u003Eof your being that you can’t even conceive of your life \u003Cbr \/\u003Ewithout it? Perhaps four or five times more. Perhaps not\u003Cbr \/\u003Eeven that. How many more times will you watch the full\u003Cbr \/\u003Emoon rise? Perhaps twenty. And yet it all seems limitless.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EBy Paul Bowles\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/www.imageshotel.org\/images\/nkerbrat\/mauveminirose_1.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=salmon\u003ESometimes our fate resembles a fruit tree in winter. \u003Cbr \/\u003EWho would think that those branches would turn green \u003Cbr \/\u003Eagain and blossom, but we hope it, we know it.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EJohann Wolfgang von Goethe\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/s11.radikal.ru\/i184\/1104\/76\/84be9e90d711.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EQuotes On love and goodness\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img1.liveinternet.ru\/images\/foto\/b\/3\/apps\/0\/776\/776209_3.jpg\u003Cbr \/\u003E 'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge goldenrod\"height=\"640\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=goldenrod\u003EFine Art by Roi James\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=pink\u003EThe thought manifests as the word. The word manifests\u003Cbr \/\u003Eas the deed. The deed develops into habit. And the habit\u003Cbr \/\u003Ehardens into character. So watch the thought and its ways\u003Cbr \/\u003Ewith care. And let it spring from love, born out of concern\u003Cbr \/\u003Efor all beings.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EBuddha\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/www.imageshotel.org\/images\/nkerbrat\/mauveminirose_1.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=blanchedalmond\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EIf people can be educated to see the lowly side of their own\u003Cbr \/\u003Enatures, it may be hoped that they will also learn to understand\u003Cbr \/\u003Eand to love their fellow men better. A little less hypocrisy \u003Cbr \/\u003Eand a little more tolerance toward oneself can only have good\u003Cbr \/\u003Eresults in respect for our neighbors, for we are all too prone\u003Cbr \/\u003Eto transfer to our fellows the injustice and violence we inflict\u003Cbr \/\u003Eupon our own natures.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003ECarl Gustav Jung\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/www.imageshotel.org\/images\/nkerbrat\/mauveminirose_1.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=pink\u003ELove is not 'blind' but visionary:\u003Cbr \/\u003EIt sees into the very heart of its object\u003Cbr \/\u003EAnd sees the 'real self' behind and in the midst\u003Cbr \/\u003EOf the frailties and shortcomings of the person.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EAndras Angyal \u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/www.imageshotel.org\/images\/nkerbrat\/mauveminirose_1.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=blanchedalmond\u003ELove allows understanding to dawn, and understanding\u003Cbr \/\u003Eis precious. Where you are understood, you are at home.\u003Cbr \/\u003EUnderstanding nourishes belonging. When you really feel\u003Cbr \/\u003Eunderstood, you feel free to release yourself into\u003Cbr \/\u003Ethe trust and shelter of the other person's soul.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EJohn O'Donohue\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/www.imageshotel.org\/images\/nkerbrat\/mauveminirose_1.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=pink\u003EOut beyond ideas of wrongdoing and right doing\u003Cbr \/\u003Ethere is a field.\u003Cbr \/\u003EI’ll meet you there.\u003Cbr \/\u003EWhen the soul lies down in that grass,\u003Cbr \/\u003Ethe world is too full to talk about.\u003Cbr \/\u003EIdeas, language, even the phrase each other\u003Cbr \/\u003Edoesn’t make any sense.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003ERumi\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/s11.radikal.ru\/i184\/1104\/76\/84be9e90d711.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003ESPEAKING TRUTH\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=white\u003EBy Jesa MacBeth\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='\u003Cbr \/\u003E http:\/\/gallery.photo.net\/photo\/8691212-lg.jpg\u003Cbr \/\u003E 'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge coral\"height=\"660\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=coral\u003EIt is possible to speak truth in anger. \u003Cbr \/\u003EWhen so done, people tend to hear the anger and not the truth.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EIt is possible to speak truth in arrogance. \u003Cbr \/\u003EWhen so done, people tend to hear the arrogance\u003Cbr \/\u003Eand not the truth.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EIt is possible to speak truth in deceitful ways. \u003Cbr \/\u003EWhen so done, people tend to sense the deceit \u003Cbr \/\u003Eand take the truth for more deceit.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EIt is possible to speak truth in loving kindness. \u003Cbr \/\u003EWhen so done, people tend to hear the love and the truth.\u003Cbr \/\u003EOr so it seems in my experience.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/s11.radikal.ru\/i184\/1104\/76\/84be9e90d711.gif'\u003E     \u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EThe Art of Giving\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=white\u003Eby Wilfred A. Peterson\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img.fotocommunity.com\/images\/Nature\/Fleurs\/Rosee-dautomne-sur-Rose-dautomne-a23074380.jpg\u003Cbr \/\u003E 'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge navajo\"height=\"640\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=moccasin\u003EWe give of ourselves when we give gifts of the heart:\u003Cbr \/\u003ELove, kindness, joy, understanding, sympathy,\u003Cbr \/\u003Etolerance, forgiveness.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EWe give of ourselves when we give gifts of the mind:\u003Cbr \/\u003EIdeas, dreams, purposes, ideals, principles,\u003Cbr \/\u003Eplans, projects, poetry.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EWe give of ourselves when we give gifts of the spirit:\u003Cbr \/\u003EPrayer, vision, beauty, aspiration, peace, faith.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EWe give of ourselves when we give the gift of words:\u003Cbr \/\u003EEncouragement, inspiration, guidance.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EEmerson said it well:\u003Cbr \/\u003E\"Rings and jewels are not gifts,\u003Cbr \/\u003Ebut apologies for gifts.\u003Cbr \/\u003EThe only true gift is a portion of thyself.\""},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/feeds\/6754850627967048723\/comments\/default","title":"Post Comments"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/03\/speaking-truth-by-jesa-macbeththe-art.html#comment-form","title":"0 Comments"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/6754850627967048723"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/6754850627967048723"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/03\/speaking-truth-by-jesa-macbeththe-art.html","title":"Speaking truth by  Jesa MacBeth\/The Art of Giving by Wilfred A. Peterson\/Inspiring life quotes by Paul Bowles,J W Goethe\/ Inspiring love and goodness quotes by Rumi,Carl Jung,Andras Angyal,Buddha,John O\u0026#39;Donohue"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"Anonymous"},"uri":{"$t":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/profile\/09652536733620134629"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$image":{"rel":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail","width":"16","height":"16","src":"https:\/\/img1.blogblog.com\/img\/b16-rounded.gif"}}],"thr$total":{"$t":"0"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4739814251441728812.post-1023045501212372673"},"published":{"$t":"2012-03-02T08:05:00.000-08:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2012-11-04T22:54:59.656-08:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Humanism quotes and poems"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational music"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational pictures"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Painting and fine art"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Peace quotes and poems"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Philosophy  and Ethics poems and quotes"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"WAGE PEACE By Judyth Hill ;Where are you now, my good friend? by Chagdud Tulku Rinpoche;The rose within by Author Unknown"},"content":{"type":"html","$t":"\u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003EWAGE PEACE\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=white\u003Eby Judyth Hill\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/fc00.deviantart.net\/fs22\/f\/2007\/313\/4\/2\/Say_Hello_2_Heaven_by_americanpsycho.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge forestgreen\"height=\"660\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=aqua\u003EMusic:\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=aquamarine\u003EFRANCIS GOYA - Johnny Guitar\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cobject style=\"height: 390px; width: 640px\"\u003E\u003Cparam name=\"movie\" value=\"http:\/\/www.youtube.com\/v\/qXBVypnwzSg?version=3\u0026feature=player_profilepage\"\u003E\u003Cparam name=\"allowFullScreen\" value=\"true\"\u003E\u003Cparam name=\"allowScriptAccess\" value=\"always\"\u003E\u003Cembed src=\"http:\/\/www.youtube.com\/v\/qXBVypnwzSg?version=3\u0026feature=player_profilepage\" type=\"application\/x-shockwave-flash\" allowfullscreen=\"true\" allowScriptAccess=\"always\" width=\"500\" height=\"400\"\u003E\u003C\/object\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=springgreen\u003EWage peace with your breath.\u003Cbr \/\u003EBreathe in firemen and rubble, breathe out whole buildings\u003Cbr \/\u003Eand flocks of redwing blackbirds.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/dom42.d.o.pic.centerblog.net\/7ffbvihh.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EBreathe in terrorists and breathe out sleeping children and\u003Cbr \/\u003Efreshly mown fields.\u003Cbr \/\u003EBreathe in confusion and breathe out maple trees.\u003Cbr \/\u003EBreathe in the fallen and breathe out lifelong friendships intact.\u003Cbr \/\u003EWage peace with your listening: hearing sirens, pray loud.\u003Cbr \/\u003ERemember your tools: flower seeds, clothes pins, clean rivers.\u003Cbr \/\u003EMake soup. Play music, learn the word for thank you in three languages.\u003Cbr \/\u003ELearn to knit, and make a hat.\u003Cbr \/\u003EThink of chaos as dancing raspberries,\u003Cbr \/\u003Eimagine grief as the outbreath of beauty or the gesture of fish.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/dom42.d.o.pic.centerblog.net\/7ffbvihh.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003ESwim for the other side.\u003Cbr \/\u003EWage peace.\u003Cbr \/\u003ENever has the world seemed so fresh and precious.\u003Cbr \/\u003EHave a cup of tea and rejoice.\u003Cbr \/\u003EAct as if armistice has already arrived.\u003Cbr \/\u003EDon't wait another minute.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/pourleplaisir72.p.o.pic.centerblog.net\/8x1bmo69.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EWhere are you now, my good friend? \u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=white\u003EChagdud Tulku Rinpoche\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/re-actor.net\/uploads\/posts\/2011-11\/thumbs\/1320519229_0b.jpg\u003Cbr \/\u003E 'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge gold\"height=\"710\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=salmon\u003EWhere are you now, my good friend?  Are you out in the field, in\u003Cbr \/\u003Ethe forest, on the mountain, in a military camp, in a factory, at\u003Cbr \/\u003Eyour desk, in a hospital, in a prison?  Regardless of where you\u003Cbr \/\u003Eare, let us breathe in and out together, and let the Sun of\u003Cbr \/\u003Eawareness enter.  Let us begin with this breath and this\u003Cbr \/\u003Eawareness.  Whether life is an illusion, a dream, or a wondrous\u003Cbr \/\u003Ereality depends on our insight and our mindfulness. \u003Cbr \/\u003EAwakening is a miracle.  The darkness in a totally dark room will\u003Cbr \/\u003Edisappear the moment the light is switched on.  \u003Cbr \/\u003EIn the same way, life will reveal itself as a miraculous reality\u003Cbr \/\u003Ethe second the Sun of Awareness begins to shine.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/dom42.d.o.pic.centerblog.net\/7ffbvihh.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=lemonchiffon\u003EOur relationships with one another\u003Cbr \/\u003Eare like the chance meeting\u003Cbr \/\u003Eof two strangers in a parking lot.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EThey look at each other and smile.\u003Cbr \/\u003EThat is all there is between them.\u003Cbr \/\u003EThey leave and never see each other again.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/dom42.d.o.pic.centerblog.net\/7ffbvihh.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=salmon\u003EThat is what life is--\u003Cbr \/\u003Ejust a moment, a meeting, a\u003Cbr \/\u003Epassing, and then it is gone.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EIf you understand this,\u003Cbr \/\u003Ethen there is no time to fight.\u003Cbr \/\u003EThere is no time to argue.\u003Cbr \/\u003EThere is no time to hurt one another.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/dom42.d.o.pic.centerblog.net\/7ffbvihh.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=lemonchiffon\u003EWhether you think about it in terms of humanity, nations,\u003Cbr \/\u003Ecommunities or indiviuals--\u003Cbr \/\u003Ethere is no time for anything less\u003Cbr \/\u003Ethan truly appreciating the brief\u003Cbr \/\u003Einteraction we have with one another.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/pourleplaisir72.p.o.pic.centerblog.net\/8x1bmo69.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EThe Rose Within\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=white\u003EAuthor Unknown\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/30.media.tumblr.com\/tumblr_lg67xch8dB1qbyk5qo1_500.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge ivory\"height=\"550\"width=\"450\"\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=ivory\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003ECharles C.Curran painting\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=pink\u003EA certain man planted a rose and watered it faithfully \u003Cbr \/\u003Eand before it blossomed, he examined it.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EHe saw the bud that would soon blossom, but noticed thorns\u003Cbr \/\u003Eupon the stem and he thought, \"How can any beautiful flower\u003Cbr \/\u003Ecome from a plant burdened with so many sharp thorns? \u003Cbr \/\u003ESaddened by this thought, he neglected to water the rose,\u003Cbr \/\u003Eand just before it was ready to bloom... it died.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/dom42.d.o.pic.centerblog.net\/7ffbvihh.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=aqua\u003ESo it is with many people. Within every soul there \u003Cbr \/\u003Eis a rose. The God-like qualities planted in us at birth,\u003Cbr \/\u003Egrow amid the thorns of our faults. Many of us look at\u003Cbr \/\u003Eourselves and see only the thorns, the defects.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EWe despair, thinking that nothing good can possibly come\u003Cbr \/\u003Efrom us. We neglect to water the good within us, and \u003Cbr \/\u003Eeventually it dies. We never realize our potential.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/dom42.d.o.pic.centerblog.net\/7ffbvihh.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=pink\u003ESome people do not see the rose within themselves;\u003Cbr \/\u003Esomeone else must show it to them. One of the greatest\u003Cbr \/\u003Egifts a person can possess is to be able to reach past\u003Cbr \/\u003Ethe thorns of another, and find the rose within them.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EThis is one of the characteristic of love... to look\u003Cbr \/\u003Eat a person, know their true faults and accepting that\u003Cbr \/\u003Eperson into your life... all the while recognizing \u003Cbr \/\u003Ethe nobility in their soul. Help others to realize \u003Cbr \/\u003Ethey can overcome their faults. If we show them\u003Cbr \/\u003Ethe \"rose\" within themselves, they will conquer their \u003Cbr \/\u003Ethorns. Only then will they blossom many times over.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E"},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/feeds\/1023045501212372673\/comments\/default","title":"Post Comments"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/03\/wage-peace-by-judyth-hill-where-are-you.html#comment-form","title":"0 Comments"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/1023045501212372673"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/1023045501212372673"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/03\/wage-peace-by-judyth-hill-where-are-you.html","title":"WAGE PEACE By Judyth Hill ;Where are you now, my good friend? by Chagdud Tulku Rinpoche;The rose within by Author Unknown"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"Anonymous"},"uri":{"$t":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/profile\/09652536733620134629"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$image":{"rel":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail","width":"16","height":"16","src":"https:\/\/img1.blogblog.com\/img\/b16-rounded.gif"}}],"thr$total":{"$t":"0"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4739814251441728812.post-8186048935449562167"},"published":{"$t":"2012-02-25T10:50:00.000-08:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2012-11-04T22:55:00.729-08:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"English poems"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Humanism quotes and poems"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational and motivational poems"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational music"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational pictures"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Life poems and quotes"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Philosophy  and Ethics poems and quotes"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"Excerpts from Song of the Open Road by Walt Whitman"},"content":{"type":"html","$t":"\u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/farm4.staticflickr.com\/3033\/3005427675_bb4473b1de_z.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge orangered\"height=\"670\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=aqua\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003EMusic:\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=aquamarine\u003EMarc Enfroy -Alawys\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cobject style=\"height: 390px; width: 640px\"\u003E\u003Cparam name=\"movie\" value=\"http:\/\/www.youtube.com\/v\/LUrvd_8_lE8?version=3\u0026feature=player_detailpage\"\u003E\u003Cparam name=\"allowFullScreen\" value=\"true\"\u003E\u003Cparam name=\"allowScriptAccess\" value=\"always\"\u003E\u003Cembed src=\"http:\/\/www.youtube.com\/v\/LUrvd_8_lE8?version=3\u0026feature=player_detailpage\" type=\"application\/x-shockwave-flash\" allowfullscreen=\"true\" allowScriptAccess=\"always\" width=\"500\" height=\"400\"\u003E\u003C\/object\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003EExcerpts from Song of the Open Road \u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=white\u003EWalt Whitman (1819–1892).  \u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=salmon\u003EAFOOT and light-hearted, I take to the open road,\t \u003Cbr \/\u003EHealthy, free, the world before me,\t \u003Cbr \/\u003EThe long brown path before me, leading wherever I choose.\t \u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EHenceforth I ask not good-fortune—I myself am good fortune;\t \u003Cbr \/\u003EHenceforth I whimper no more, postpone no more, need nothing,\t        \u003Cbr \/\u003EStrong and content, I travel the open road.\t \u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EThe earth—that is sufficient;\t \u003Cbr \/\u003EI do not want the constellations any nearer;\t \u003Cbr \/\u003EI know they are very well where they are;\t \u003Cbr \/\u003EI know they suffice for those who belong to them.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E(Still here I carry my old delicious burdens;\t \u003Cbr \/\u003EI carry them, men and women—I carry them with me\u003Cbr \/\u003Ewherever I go;\t \u003Cbr \/\u003EI swear it is impossible for me to get rid of them;\t \u003Cbr \/\u003EI am fill’d with them, and I will fill them in return.)\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/i29.tinypic.com\/a9nz9k.jpg'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=pink\u003EYou road I enter upon and look around! I believe you\u003Cbr \/\u003Eare not all that is here;\t  \u003Cbr \/\u003EI believe that much unseen is also here.\t \u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EHere the profound lesson of reception, \u003Cbr \/\u003Eneither preference or denial;\t \u003Cbr \/\u003EThe black with his woolly head, the felon, the diseas’d,\u003Cbr \/\u003Ethe illiterate person, are not denied;\t The birth, \u003Cbr \/\u003Ethe hasting after the physician, the beggar’s tramp, \u003Cbr \/\u003Ethe drunkard’s stagger, the laughing party of mechanics,\t \u003Cbr \/\u003EThe escaped youth, the rich person’s carriage, the fop,\u003Cbr \/\u003Ethe eloping couple,\t  \u003Cbr \/\u003EThe early market-man, the hearse, the moving of furniture\u003Cbr \/\u003Einto the town, the return back from the town,\t \u003Cbr \/\u003EThey pass—I also pass—anything passes—none \u003Cbr \/\u003Ecan be interdicted;\t \u003Cbr \/\u003ENone but are accepted—none but are dear to me.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/i29.tinypic.com\/a9nz9k.jpg'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=salmon\u003EYou air that serves me with breath to speak!\t \u003Cbr \/\u003EYou objects that call from diffusion my meanings, and \u003Cbr \/\u003Egive them shape!\t  \u003Cbr \/\u003EYou light that wraps me and all things in delicate \u003Cbr \/\u003Eequable showers!\t \u003Cbr \/\u003EYou paths worn in the irregular hollows by the roadsides!\t \u003Cbr \/\u003EI think you are latent with unseen existences—you are\u003Cbr \/\u003Eso dear to me.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/i29.tinypic.com\/a9nz9k.jpg'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EThe earth expanding right hand and left hand,\t \u003Cbr \/\u003EThe picture alive, every part in its best light,\t \u003Cbr \/\u003EThe music falling in where it is wanted, and stopping\u003Cbr \/\u003Ewhere it is not wanted,\t  \u003Cbr \/\u003EThe cheerful voice of the public road—the gay fresh\u003Cbr \/\u003Esentiment of the road.\t \u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EO highway I travel! O public road! do you say to me,\u003Cbr \/\u003EDo not leave me?\t \u003Cbr \/\u003EDo you say, Venture not? If you leave me, you are lost?\t \u003Cbr \/\u003EDo you say, I am already prepared—I am well-beaten and\u003Cbr \/\u003Eundenied—adhere to me?\t \u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EO public road! I say back, I am not afraid to leave\u003Cbr \/\u003Eyou—yet I love you;\t  \u003Cbr \/\u003EYou express me better than I can express myself;\t \u003Cbr \/\u003EYou shall be more to me than my poem.\t \u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EI think heroic deeds were all conceiv’d in the open air,\u003Cbr \/\u003Eand all great poems also;\t \u003Cbr \/\u003EI think I could stop here myself, and do miracles;\t \u003Cbr \/\u003E(My judgments, thoughts, I henceforth try by the open air, the road;)\t \u003Cbr \/\u003EI think whatever I shall meet on the road I shall like, \u003Cbr \/\u003Eand whoever beholds me shall like me;\t \u003Cbr \/\u003EI think whoever I see must be happy.\t \u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/i29.tinypic.com\/a9nz9k.jpg'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=pink\u003E \u003Cbr \/\u003EFrom this hour, freedom!\t \u003Cbr \/\u003EFrom this hour I ordain myself loos’d of limits \u003Cbr \/\u003Eand imaginary lines,\t \u003Cbr \/\u003EGoing where I list, my own master, total and absolute,\t \u003Cbr \/\u003EListening to others, and considering well what they say,\t \u003Cbr \/\u003EPausing, searching, receiving, contemplating,\t \u003Cbr \/\u003EGently, but with undeniable will, divesting myself of\u003Cbr \/\u003Ethe holds that would hold me.\t \u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EI inhale great draughts of space;\t \u003Cbr \/\u003EThe east and the west are mine, and the north and \u003Cbr \/\u003Ethe south are mine.\t  \u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EI am larger, better than I thought;\t \u003Cbr \/\u003EI did not know I held so much goodness.\t \u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EAll seems beautiful to me;\t \u003Cbr \/\u003EI can repeat over to men and women, You have done \u003Cbr \/\u003Esuch good to me, I would do the same to you.\t \u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EI will recruit for myself and you as I go;\t \u003Cbr \/\u003EI will scatter myself among men and women as I go;\t \u003Cbr \/\u003EI will toss the new gladness and roughness among them;\t \u003Cbr \/\u003EWhoever denies me, it shall not trouble me;\t \u003Cbr \/\u003EWhoever accepts me, he or she shall be blessed, and\u003Cbr \/\u003Eshall bless me.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/i29.tinypic.com\/a9nz9k.jpg'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=salmon\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003ENow if a thousand perfect men were to appear, it would \u003Cbr \/\u003Enot amaze me;\t  \u003Cbr \/\u003ENow if a thousand beautiful forms of women appear’d, \u003Cbr \/\u003Eit would not astonish me.\t \u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003ENow I see the secret of the making of the best persons,\t \u003Cbr \/\u003EIt is to grow in the open air, and to eat and sleep with the earth.\t \u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EHere a great personal deed has room;\t \u003Cbr \/\u003EA great deed seizes upon the hearts of the whole race of men,\t \u003Cbr \/\u003EIts effusion of strength and will overwhelms law, and mocks\u003Cbr \/\u003Eall authority and all argument against it.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/i29.tinypic.com\/a9nz9k.jpg'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EHere is the test of wisdom;\t \u003Cbr \/\u003EWisdom is not finally tested in schools;\t \u003Cbr \/\u003EWisdom cannot be pass’d from one having it, to another \u003Cbr \/\u003Enot having it;\t \u003Cbr \/\u003EWisdom is of the Soul, is not susceptible of proof,\u003Cbr \/\u003Eis its own proof,\t  \u003Cbr \/\u003EApplies to all stages and objects and qualities, and \u003Cbr \/\u003Eis content,\t \u003Cbr \/\u003EIs the certainty of the reality and immortality of things,\u003Cbr \/\u003Eand the excellence of things;\t \u003Cbr \/\u003ESomething there is in the float of the sight of things that\u003Cbr \/\u003Eprovokes it out of the Soul.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/i29.tinypic.com\/a9nz9k.jpg'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=pink\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EHere is realization;\t \u003Cbr \/\u003EHere is a man tallied—he realizes here what he has in him;\t \u003Cbr \/\u003EThe past, the future, majesty, love—if they are vacant of you,\u003Cbr \/\u003Eyou are vacant of them.\t \u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EOnly the kernel of every object nourishes;\t \u003Cbr \/\u003EWhere is he who tears off the husks for you and me?\t \u003Cbr \/\u003EWhere is he that undoes stratagems and envelopes for you\u003Cbr \/\u003Eand me?\t \u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EHere is adhesiveness—it is not previously fashion’d—it is apropos;\t \u003Cbr \/\u003EDo you know what it is, as you pass, to be loved by strangers?\t \u003Cbr \/\u003EDo you know the talk of those turning eye-balls?\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/i29.tinypic.com\/a9nz9k.jpg'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EHere is the efflux of the Soul;\t  \u003Cbr \/\u003EThe efflux of the Soul comes from within, through embower’d \u003Cbr \/\u003Egates, ever provoking questions:\t \u003Cbr \/\u003EThese yearnings, why are they? These thoughts in the darkness,\u003Cbr \/\u003Ewhy are they?\t \u003Cbr \/\u003EWhy are there men and women that while they are nigh me,\u003Cbr \/\u003Ethe sun-light expands my blood?\t \u003Cbr \/\u003EWhy, when they leave me, do my pennants of joy sink flat\u003Cbr \/\u003Eand lank?\t \u003Cbr \/\u003EWhy are there trees I never walk under, but large and melodious\u003Cbr \/\u003Ethoughts descend upon me?\t \u003Cbr \/\u003E(I think they hang there winter and summer on those trees, and \u003Cbr \/\u003Ealways drop fruit as I pass;)\t \u003Cbr \/\u003EWhat is it I interchange so suddenly with strangers?\t \u003Cbr \/\u003EWhat with some driver, as I ride on the seat by his side?\t \u003Cbr \/\u003EWhat with some fisherman, drawing his seine by the shore,\u003Cbr \/\u003Eas I walk by, and pause?\t \u003Cbr \/\u003EWhat gives me to be free to a woman’s or man’s good-will? \u003Cbr \/\u003EWhat gives them to be free to mine?\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/i29.tinypic.com\/a9nz9k.jpg'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=salmon\u003EThe efflux of the Soul is happiness—here is happiness;\t \u003Cbr \/\u003EI think it pervades the open air, waiting at all times;\t \u003Cbr \/\u003ENow it flows unto us—we are rightly charged.\t \u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EHere rises the fluid and attaching character;\t \u003Cbr \/\u003EThe fluid and attaching character is the freshness and \u003Cbr \/\u003Esweetness of man and woman;\t\u003Cbr \/\u003E(The herbs of the morning sprout no fresher and sweeter \u003Cbr \/\u003Eevery day out of the roots of themselves, than it sprouts\u003Cbr \/\u003Efresh and sweet continually out of itself.)\t \u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EToward the fluid and attaching character exudes the sweat \u003Cbr \/\u003Eof the love of young and old;\t \u003Cbr \/\u003EFrom it falls distill’d the charm that mocks beauty and attainments;\t \u003Cbr \/\u003EToward it heaves the shuddering longing ache of contact.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/i29.tinypic.com\/a9nz9k.jpg'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='\u003Cbr \/\u003E http:\/\/www.photographymojo.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/09\/autumn-landscape-sunset.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge burlywood\"height=\"670\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=pink\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EAllons! to that which is endless, as it was beginningless,\t \u003Cbr \/\u003ETo undergo much, tramps of days, rests of nights,\t \u003Cbr \/\u003ETo merge all in the travel they tend to, and the days and \u003Cbr \/\u003Enights they tend to,\t \u003Cbr \/\u003EAgain to merge them in the start of superior journeys;\t \u003Cbr \/\u003ETo see nothing anywhere but what you may reach it and pass it,\t \u003Cbr \/\u003ETo conceive no time, however distant, but what you may reach \u003Cbr \/\u003Eit and pass it,\t \u003Cbr \/\u003ETo look up or down no road but it stretches and waits for \u003Cbr \/\u003Eyou—however long, but it stretches and waits for you;\t \u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003ETo see no possession but you may possess it—enjoying all \u003Cbr \/\u003Ewithout labor or purchase—abstracting the feast, yet not\u003Cbr \/\u003Eabstracting one particle of it;\t \u003Cbr \/\u003ETo take the best of the farmer’s farm and the rich man’s\u003Cbr \/\u003Eelegant villa, and the chaste blessings of the well-married\u003Cbr \/\u003Ecouple, and the fruits of orchards and flowers of gardens,\t \u003Cbr \/\u003ETo take to your use out of the compact cities as you \u003Cbr \/\u003Epass through,\t \u003Cbr \/\u003ETo carry buildings and streets with you afterward \u003Cbr \/\u003Ewherever you go,\t\u003Cbr \/\u003ETo gather the minds of men out of their brains as you \u003Cbr \/\u003Eencounter them—to gather the love out of their hearts,\t \u003Cbr \/\u003ETo take your lovers on the road with you, for all \u003Cbr \/\u003Ethat you leave them behind you,\t \u003Cbr \/\u003ETo know the universe itself as a road—as many roads—as\u003Cbr \/\u003Eroads for traveling souls.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/i29.tinypic.com\/a9nz9k.jpg'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=salmon\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EThe Soul travels;\t \u003Cbr \/\u003EThe body does not travel as much as the soul;\t \u003Cbr \/\u003EThe body has just as great a work as the soul, and parts \u003Cbr \/\u003Eaway at last for the journeys of the soul.\t \u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EAll parts away for the progress of souls;\t \u003Cbr \/\u003EAll religion, all solid things, arts, governments,—all\u003Cbr \/\u003Ethat was or is apparent upon this globe or any globe,\u003Cbr \/\u003Efalls into niches and corners before the procession \u003Cbr \/\u003Eof Souls along the grand roads of the universe.\t \u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EOf the progress of the souls of men and women along\u003Cbr \/\u003Ethe grand roads of the universe, all other progress \u003Cbr \/\u003Eis the needed emblem and sustenance.\t \u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EForever alive, forever forward,\t \u003Cbr \/\u003EStately, solemn, sad, withdrawn, baffled, mad,\u003Cbr \/\u003Eturbulent, feeble, dissatisfied,\t \u003Cbr \/\u003EDesperate, proud, fond, sick, accepted by men,\u003Cbr \/\u003Erejected by men,\t \u003Cbr \/\u003EThey go! they go! I know that they go, but I know\u003Cbr \/\u003Enot where they go;\t \u003Cbr \/\u003EBut I know that they go toward the best—toward \u003Cbr \/\u003Esomething great.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/i29.tinypic.com\/a9nz9k.jpg'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='\u003Cbr \/\u003E http:\/\/www.photographymojo.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/09\/autumn-landscape-in-the-park.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge darkseagreen\"height=\"640\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=pink\u003EAllons! through struggles and wars!\t \u003Cbr \/\u003EThe goal that was named cannot be countermanded.\t \u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EHave the past struggles succeeded?\t \u003Cbr \/\u003EWhat has succeeded? yourself? your nation? nature?\t \u003Cbr \/\u003ENow understand me well—It is provided in the essence of things,\u003Cbr \/\u003Ethat from any fruition of success, no matter what, shall come\u003Cbr \/\u003Eforth something to make a greater struggle necessary.\t \u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EMy call is the call of battle—I nourish active rebellion;\t \u003Cbr \/\u003EHe going with me must go well arm’d;\t \u003Cbr \/\u003EHe going with me goes often with spare diet, poverty, angry\u003Cbr \/\u003Eenemies, desertions.\t \u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/i29.tinypic.com\/a9nz9k.jpg'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=salmon\u003EAllons! the road is before us!\t \u003Cbr \/\u003EIt is safe—I have tried it—my own feet have tried it well.\t \u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EAllons! be not detain’d!\t \u003Cbr \/\u003ELet the paper remain on the desk unwritten, and the book\u003Cbr \/\u003Eon the shelf unopen’d!\t \u003Cbr \/\u003ELet the tools remain in the workshop! let the money remain unearn’d!\t \u003Cbr \/\u003ELet the school stand! mind not the cry of the teacher!\t \u003Cbr \/\u003ELet the preacher preach in his pulpit! let the lawyer plead in\u003Cbr \/\u003Ethe court, and the judge expound the law.\t \u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EMon enfant! I give you my hand!\t \u003Cbr \/\u003EI give you my love, more precious than money,\t \u003Cbr \/\u003EI give you myself, before preaching or law;\t \u003Cbr \/\u003EWill you give me yourself? will you come travel with me?\t \u003Cbr \/\u003EShall we stick by each other as long as we live?\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E"},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/feeds\/8186048935449562167\/comments\/default","title":"Post Comments"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/02\/excerpts-from-song-of-open-road-by-walt.html#comment-form","title":"0 Comments"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/8186048935449562167"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/8186048935449562167"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/02\/excerpts-from-song-of-open-road-by-walt.html","title":"Excerpts from Song of the Open Road by Walt Whitman"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"Anonymous"},"uri":{"$t":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/profile\/09652536733620134629"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$image":{"rel":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail","width":"16","height":"16","src":"https:\/\/img1.blogblog.com\/img\/b16-rounded.gif"}}],"media$thumbnail":{"xmlns$media":"http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/","url":"http:\/\/i29.tinypic.com\/a9nz9k_th.jpg","height":"72","width":"72"},"thr$total":{"$t":"0"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4739814251441728812.post-5980117873104019768"},"published":{"$t":"2012-02-22T05:06:00.000-08:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2012-11-04T22:55:01.352-08:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Humanism quotes and poems"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational pictures"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational quotes"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Philosophy  and Ethics poems and quotes"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"quote on  humanism and rationality Isaac Asimov"},"content":{"type":"html","$t":"\u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/farm6.static.flickr.com\/5010\/5270121864_c3f6130603_o.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge tan\"height=\"680\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=burlywood\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003EWhy continue? 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It is fast and frequently\u003Cbr \/\u003Edramatic.  It is bold and sure of itself.  But goodness\u003Cbr \/\u003Eis tenacious.  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T"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"Anonymous"},"uri":{"$t":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/profile\/09652536733620134629"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$image":{"rel":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail","width":"16","height":"16","src":"https:\/\/img1.blogblog.com\/img\/b16-rounded.gif"}}],"thr$total":{"$t":"0"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4739814251441728812.post-7155930224942305028"},"published":{"$t":"2012-02-12T05:39:00.000-08:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2012-11-04T22:55:03.215-08:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Humanism quotes and poems"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational music"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Spanish poems"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"Cantaré, Cantarás lyrics \/I will sing,you will sing: english translation"},"content":{"type":"html","$t":"\u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003ECantaré, Cantarás\/varios)\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=white\u003EWith english translation:I will sing,You will sing\u003Cbr \/\u003E Julio Iglesias\u003Cbr \/\u003ELetra: \u003Cbr \/\u003E(Juan Carlos Calderón \/ Anahi Van Zandwedhe \/ Albert Hammond)\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cobject style=\"height: 390px; width: 640px\"\u003E\u003Cparam name=\"movie\" value=\"http:\/\/www.youtube.com\/v\/FiqVKUGy4ec?version=3\u0026feature=player_detailpage\"\u003E\u003Cparam name=\"allowFullScreen\" value=\"true\"\u003E\u003Cparam name=\"allowScriptAccess\" value=\"always\"\u003E\u003Cembed src=\"http:\/\/www.youtube.com\/v\/FiqVKUGy4ec?version=3\u0026feature=player_detailpage\" type=\"application\/x-shockwave-flash\" allowfullscreen=\"true\" allowScriptAccess=\"always\" width=\"500\" height=\"450\"\u003E\u003C\/object\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/nsa19.casimages.com\/img\/2010\/10\/10\/101010111214388332.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge black\"height=\"620\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=aqua\u003EQuiero ser, un puerto en el mar\u003Cbr \/\u003Eser ese compás, que te devuelva el rumbo\u003Cbr \/\u003EQuiero ser, un lugar de paz\u003Cbr \/\u003Ey no dejar jamás, que se te acabe el mundo.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=pink\u003EAmigo, amigo\u003Cbr \/\u003Eno hay nada que temer estoy contigo\u003Cbr \/\u003EY después de la oscuridad\u003Cbr \/\u003Eesperando está un nuevo día\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/i28.tinypic.com\/6tk94p.jpg'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=aqua\u003ECantaré, cantarás\u003Cbr \/\u003Ey esa luz al final del sendero\u003Cbr \/\u003Ebrillará como un sol, que ilumina al mundo entero\u003Cbr \/\u003ECada vez somos más\u003Cbr \/\u003Ey si al fin nos damos la mano\u003Cbr \/\u003ESiempre habrá un lugar para todo ser humano.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=pink\u003EJunto a ti 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mi voz junto a las demás\u003Cbr \/\u003Een la inmensidad se está escuchando.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=pink\u003ECantaré, cantarás\u003Cbr \/\u003Ey esa luz al final del sendero\u003Cbr \/\u003Ebrillará como un sol, que ilumina al mundo entero\u003Cbr \/\u003ECada vez somos más\u003Cbr \/\u003Ey si al fin nos damos la mano\u003Cbr \/\u003ESiempre habrá un lugar para todo ser humano.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/i28.tinypic.com\/6tk94p.jpg'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=aqua\u003EI will sing, you will sing\u003Cbr \/\u003EAnd a song will bring us together\u003Cbr \/\u003EAnd our hopes and our prayes\u003Cbr \/\u003EWe will make them last forever.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=pink\u003ECantaré, cantarás\u003Cbr \/\u003Ey esa luz al final del sendero\u003Cbr \/\u003Ebrillará como un sol, que ilumina al mundo entero\u003Cbr \/\u003ECada vez somos más\u003Cbr \/\u003Ey si al fin nos damos la mano\u003Cbr \/\u003ESiempre habrá un lugar para todo ser humano.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img1.liveinternet.ru\/images\/attach\/c\/0\/\/45\/899\/45899415_1246635910_40491903_c15471f3932d.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EJulio Iglesias - Cantare, cantaras (varios)\u003Cbr \/\u003E  English Translation:I will sing,You will sing \u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=pink\u003EI will sing, you will sing\u003Cbr \/\u003EI want to be\u003Cbr \/\u003Ea port on the sea\u003Cbr \/\u003Eto be that compass\u003Cbr \/\u003Ethat returns you to the course.\u003Cbr \/\u003EI want to be\u003Cbr \/\u003Ea place of peace\u003Cbr \/\u003Eand to never allow\u003Cbr \/\u003Ethe world to end for you.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EMy friend, my friend\u003Cbr \/\u003Ethere is nothing to fear\u003Cbr \/\u003EI am with you.\u003Cbr \/\u003EAnd after\u003Cbr \/\u003Ethe darkness\u003Cbr \/\u003Ea new day\u003Cbr \/\u003Eis waiting for you.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/i28.tinypic.com\/6tk94p.jpg'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EI will sing, you will sing\u003Cbr \/\u003Eand that light at the end of the trail\u003Cbr \/\u003Ewill shine like a sun\u003Cbr \/\u003Ewhich illuminates the whole world\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EEach time we are more\u003Cbr \/\u003Eand if finally we give each other a hand\u003Cbr \/\u003EThere will always be a place\u003Cbr \/\u003Efor every human being.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/i28.tinypic.com\/6tk94p.jpg'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EBeside you\u003Cbr \/\u003EI want to walk\u003Cbr \/\u003Esharing the bread,\u003Cbr \/\u003Ethe sorrow and the hope.\u003Cbr \/\u003EDiscovering that\u003Cbr \/\u003Ein the heart\u003Cbr \/\u003Ethere is always a corner\u003Cbr \/\u003Ethat does not forget the children.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EMy friend, my friend\u003Cbr \/\u003EThere is so much to do,\u003Cbr \/\u003ECount on me.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg 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Boomananda Tirtha"},"content":{"type":"html","$t":"\u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img11.nnm.ru\/a\/b\/9\/7\/7\/ab97747a9c10137edc72bbd36ce7ff4e.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge black\"height=\"550\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=chocolate\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003EReceptivity and sensitiveness are what makes one’s behaviour\u003Cbr \/\u003E endearing and enriching. 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Third, it is accepted as being\u003Cbr \/\u003E self-evident.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/s03.radikal.ru\/i176\/1003\/18\/63a5c83dd66f.png'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EBeyond Good and Evil   \u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=white\u003EFriedrich Nietzsche \u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=blanchedalmond\u003EFinally consider that even the seeker after knowledge forces\u003Cbr \/\u003Ehis spirit to recognige things against the inclination \u003Cbr \/\u003Eof the spirit , and often enough also against the wishes \u003Cbr \/\u003Eof his heart--by way of saying no where he would like\u003Cbr \/\u003Eto say yes,love, and adore--- and thus acts as an artist \u003Cbr \/\u003Eand transfigurer of cruelty.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/s03.radikal.ru\/i176\/1003\/18\/63a5c83dd66f.png'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EQuotes on Tolerance-Love-Openness-Humility-Truth-seeking-Growth \u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/files.myopera.com\/myMariaaleksandra\/albums\/6033052\/085.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge chocolate\"height=\"640\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=salmon\u003EThe intelligent and good man holds in his affections \u003Cbr \/\u003Ethe good and true of every land--the boundaries\u003Cbr \/\u003Eof countries are not the limitations of his sympathies.\u003Cbr \/\u003ECaring nothing for race, or color, he loves those \u003Cbr \/\u003Ewho speak other languages and worship other gods. \u003Cbr \/\u003EBetween him and those who suffer, there is no\u003Cbr \/\u003Eimpassable gulf. He salutes the world, and extends\u003Cbr \/\u003Ethe hand of friendship to the human race. \u003Cbr \/\u003EHe does not bow before a provincial and patriotic\u003Cbr \/\u003Egod--one who protects his tribe or nation, and \u003Cbr \/\u003Eabhores the rest of mankind.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003ERobert Ingersoll\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img1.liveinternet.ru\/images\/attach\/c\/1\/\/58\/107\/58107359_9c22113a0e5a.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=salmon\u003EI have observed that the world has suffered far less \u003Cbr \/\u003Efrom ignorance than from pretensions to knowledge. \u003Cbr \/\u003EIt is not skeptics or explorers but fanatics and ideologues\u003Cbr \/\u003Ewho menace decency and progress. No agnostic ever burned \u003Cbr \/\u003Eanyone at the stake or tortured a pagan, a heretic, or an unbeliever.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EDaniel Boorstin\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img1.liveinternet.ru\/images\/attach\/c\/1\/\/58\/107\/58107359_9c22113a0e5a.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=salmon\u003ELet me never fall into the vulgar mistake of dreaming\u003Cbr \/\u003Ethat I am persecuted whenever I am contradicted.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003ERalph Waldo Emerson\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img1.liveinternet.ru\/images\/attach\/c\/1\/\/58\/107\/58107359_9c22113a0e5a.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=salmon\u003EThe only man I know who behaves sensibly is my tailor;\u003Cbr \/\u003Ehe takes my measurements anew each time he sees me. \u003Cbr \/\u003EThe rest go on with their old measurements and expect me\u003Cbr \/\u003Eto fit them.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EGeorge Bernard Shaw\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/s03.radikal.ru\/i176\/1003\/18\/63a5c83dd66f.png'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EQuotes on Boldness - Openness-Tolerance\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='\u003Cbr \/\u003E http:\/\/img87.imageshack.us\/img87\/7476\/602bd47bb94e14928401501.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge lightblue\"height=\"600\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=blanchedalmond\u003EIf the future is to remain open and free,\u003Cbr \/\u003Ewe need people who can tolerate the unknown,\u003Cbr \/\u003Ewho will not need the support of completeley\u003Cbr \/\u003Eworked-out systems or traditional blueprints from the past.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EMargaret Mead\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img1.liveinternet.ru\/images\/attach\/c\/1\/\/58\/107\/58107359_9c22113a0e5a.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=blanchedalmond\u003EIt's a mistake to surround yourself\u003Cbr 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Hensel"},"content":{"type":"html","$t":"\u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/fc00.deviantart.net\/fs47\/i\/2009\/171\/c\/c\/Moments_Alone_by_phatpuppy.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge ivory\"height=\"620\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003EPEACE OF MIND \u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=white\u003Eby Robert M. 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\/\u003Eto help us understand\u003Cbr \/\u003Ewhat we have failed to fathom before.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/thumbs.myopera.com\/sz\/colx\/princess234\/albums\/6762192\/2966556699_1_7_ghpRhTie.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=mintcream\u003EMaybe not now, but later on\u003Cbr \/\u003Ewe all shall walk upon one road\u003Cbr \/\u003Ehand in hand\u003Cbr \/\u003Eheart to heart\u003Cbr \/\u003Esinging together a brand new song.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/thumbs.myopera.com\/sz\/colx\/princess234\/albums\/6762192\/2966556699_1_7_ghpRhTie.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=khaki\u003EIn that perfect day\u003Cbr \/\u003Ewhen we shall each otheres face\u003Cbr \/\u003Eand be glad that we were friends\u003Cbr \/\u003Ein that great journey we called life\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/thumbs.myopera.com\/sz\/colx\/princess234\/albums\/6762192\/2966556699_1_7_ghpRhTie.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont coolor=mintcream\u003EIn that day, 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It is as the concord\u003Cbr \/\u003E of all melodious sounds ... an alliance of love with all beings,\u003Cbr \/\u003E a sympathy with all that is pure and happy, a surrender of every\u003Cbr \/\u003E separate will and interest, a participation of the spirit and\u003Cbr \/\u003E life of the universe.... 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Are you there really?\u003Cbr \/\u003EDoes the covenant you made with us still hold?\u003Cbr \/\u003E \u003Cbr \/\u003EInto this climate of fear and apprehension, Christmas enters,\u003Cbr \/\u003EStreaming lights of joy, ringing bells of hope\u003Cbr \/\u003EAnd singing carols of forgiveness high up in the bright air.\u003Cbr \/\u003EThe world is encouraged to come away from rancor,\u003Cbr \/\u003ECome the way of friendship.\u003Cbr \/\u003E  \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/i1005.photobucket.com\/albums\/af175\/justdream_bucket\/divders\/fa26608d.png?t=1291486591'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E  \u003Cfont color=salmon\u003E It is the Glad Season.\u003Cbr \/\u003EThunder ebbs to silence and lightning sleeps quietly in the corner.\u003Cbr \/\u003EFlood waters recede into memory.\u003Cbr \/\u003ESnow becomes a yielding cushion to aid us\u003Cbr \/\u003EAs we make our way to higher ground.\u003Cbr \/\u003E \u003Cbr \/\u003EHope is born again in the faces of children\u003Cbr \/\u003EIt rides on the shoulders of our aged as they walk into their sunsets.\u003Cbr \/\u003EHope spreads around the earth. Brightening all things,\u003Cbr \/\u003EEven hate which crouches breeding in dark corridors.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/gallery.photo.net\/photo\/6853720-lg.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge black\"height=\"600\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/i1005.photobucket.com\/albums\/af175\/justdream_bucket\/divders\/fa26608d.png?t=1291486591'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=yellowgreen\u003EIn our joy, we think we hear a whisper.\u003Cbr \/\u003EAt first it is too soft. Then only half heard.\u003Cbr \/\u003EWe listen carefully as it gathers strength.\u003Cbr \/\u003EWe hear a sweetness.\u003Cbr \/\u003EThe word is Peace.\u003Cbr \/\u003EIt is loud now. It is louder.\u003Cbr \/\u003ELouder than the explosion of bombs.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EWe tremble at the sound. We are thrilled by its presence.\u003Cbr \/\u003EIt is what we have hungered for.\u003Cbr \/\u003ENot just the absence of war. But, true Peace.\u003Cbr \/\u003EA harmony of spirit, a comfort of courtesies.\u003Cbr \/\u003ESecurity for our beloveds and their beloveds.\u003Cbr \/\u003E \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/i1005.photobucket.com\/albums\/af175\/justdream_bucket\/divders\/fa26608d.png?t=1291486591'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=salmon\u003EWe clap hands and welcome the Peace of Christmas.\u003Cbr \/\u003EWe beckon this good season to wait a while with us.\u003Cbr \/\u003EWe, Baptist and Buddhist, Methodist and Muslim, say come.\u003Cbr \/\u003EPeace.\u003Cbr \/\u003ECome and fill us and our world with your majesty.\u003Cbr \/\u003EWe, the Jew and the Jainist, the Catholic and the Confucian,\u003Cbr \/\u003Eimplore you to stay awhile with us\u003Cbr \/\u003Eso we may learn by your shimmering light\u003Cbr \/\u003Ehow to look beyond complexion and see community.\u003Cbr \/\u003E  \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/i1005.photobucket.com\/albums\/af175\/justdream_bucket\/divders\/fa26608d.png?t=1291486591'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=yellowgreen\u003EIt is Christmas time, a halting of hate time.\u003Cbr \/\u003EOn this platform of peace, we can create a language\u003Cbr \/\u003Eto translate ourselves to ourselves and to each other.\u003Cbr \/\u003E \u003Cbr \/\u003EAt this Holy Instant, we celebrate the Birth of Jesus Christ\u003Cbr \/\u003EInto the great religions of the world.\u003Cbr \/\u003EWe jubilate the precious advent of trust.\u003Cbr \/\u003EWe shout with glorious tongues the coming of hope.\u003Cbr \/\u003EAll the earth’s tribes loosen their voices to celebrate the promise of\u003Cbr \/\u003EPeace.\u003Cbr \/\u003E \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/i1005.photobucket.com\/albums\/af175\/justdream_bucket\/divders\/fa26608d.png?t=1291486591'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=salmon\u003EWe, Angels and Mortals, Believers and Nonbelievers,\u003Cbr \/\u003ELook heavenward and speak the word aloud.\u003Cbr \/\u003EPeace.\u003Cbr \/\u003EWe look at our world and speak the word aloud.\u003Cbr \/\u003EPeace.\u003Cbr \/\u003EWe look at each other, then into ourselves,\u003Cbr \/\u003EAnd we say without shyness or apology or hesitation:\u003Cbr \/\u003E  \u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EPeace, My Brother.\u003Cbr \/\u003EPeace, My Sister.\u003Cbr \/\u003EPeace, My Soul.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E"},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/feeds\/1912846454744937774\/comments\/default","title":"Post Comments"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2011\/12\/amazing-peace-by-maya-angelou.html#comment-form","title":"0 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src='http:\/\/up5.up-images.com\/up\/\/uploads\/images\/images-1451a3d1e0.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge black\"height=\"500\"width=\"500\"\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E \u003Cbr \/\u003E \u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=orange\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003E I want to help you to grow as beautiful as God meant\u003Cbr \/\u003Eyou to be when he thought of you first.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003E  George MacDonald, The Marquis of Lossie\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=orange\u003EEvery great man is always being helped by everybody; \u003Cbr \/\u003Efor his gift is to get good out of all things and all persons.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EJohn Ruskin \u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=orange\u003ESuch help as we can give to each other in this world\u003Cbr \/\u003Eis a debt to each other; and the man who perceives\u003Cbr \/\u003Ea superiority or a capacity in a subordinate, and \u003Cbr \/\u003Eneither confesses nor 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War"},"content":{"type":"html","$t":"\u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img-fotki.yandex.ru\/get\/4610\/87848796.26c\/0_c4dd7_d54fae17_XL.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge green\"height=\"640\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003EPoem\u003Cbr \/\u003E \u003Cfont color=white\u003Eby Muriel Rukeyser\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=aqua\u003EI lived in the first century of world wars.\u003Cbr \/\u003EMost mornings I would be more or less insane.\u003Cbr \/\u003EThe newspapers would arrive with their careless stories,\u003Cbr \/\u003EThe news would pour out of various devices\u003Cbr \/\u003EInterrupted by attempts to sell products to the unseen.\u003Cbr \/\u003EI would call my friends on other devices;\u003Cbr \/\u003EThey would be more or less mad for similar reasons.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=pink\u003ESlowly I would get to pen and paper,\u003Cbr \/\u003EMake my poems for others unseen and unborn.\u003Cbr \/\u003EIn the day I would be reminded of those men and women,\u003Cbr \/\u003EBrave, setting up signals across vast distances,\u003Cbr \/\u003EConsidering a nameless way of living, of almost unimagined \u003Cbr \/\u003E   values.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=orange\u003EAs the lights darkened, as the lights of night brightened,\u003Cbr \/\u003EWe would try to imagine them, try to find each other,\u003Cbr \/\u003ETo construct peace, to make love, to reconcile\u003Cbr \/\u003EWaking with sleeping, ourselves with each other,\u003Cbr \/\u003EOurselves with ourselves. We would try by any means\u003Cbr \/\u003ETo reach the limits of ourselves, to reach beyond ourselves,\u003Cbr \/\u003ETo let go the means, to wake.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EI lived in the first century of these wars."},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/feeds\/1063347589558681113\/comments\/default","title":"Post Comments"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2011\/12\/poem-by-muriel-rukeyserpoem-on-peace.html#comment-form","title":"0 Comments"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/1063347589558681113"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/1063347589558681113"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2011\/12\/poem-by-muriel-rukeyserpoem-on-peace.html","title":"Poem by Muriel Rukeyser.Poem on Peace and War"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"Anonymous"},"uri":{"$t":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/profile\/09652536733620134629"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$image":{"rel":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail","width":"16","height":"16","src":"https:\/\/img1.blogblog.com\/img\/b16-rounded.gif"}}],"thr$total":{"$t":"0"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4739814251441728812.post-8545684956230010821"},"published":{"$t":"2011-12-14T07:07:00.000-08:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2012-11-04T22:58:47.052-08:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Forgiveness and tolerance  poems and quotes"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Humanism quotes and poems"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational quotes"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Painting and fine art"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Politics and freedom quotes"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"Inspirational quotes on Freedom and free thought"},"content":{"type":"html","$t":"\u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/cfile238.uf.daum.net\/image\/12347C0C4972106DA5522B'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge ivory\"height=\"670\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cfont color=pink\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003EArt by  carl vilhelm holsoe\u003Cbr \/\u003E \u003Cbr \/\u003E \u003Cfont color=orange\u003E The only freedom which deserves the name, is that of pursuing\u003Cbr \/\u003E our own good in our own way, so long as we do not attempt to \u003Cbr \/\u003Edeprive others of theirs, or impede their efforts to obtain it.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EJohn Stewart Mill, On Liberty, 1859\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=orange\u003EIf all mankind minus one were of one opinion, mankind would be\u003Cbr \/\u003E no more justified in silencing that one person than he, if he\u003Cbr \/\u003E had the power, would be justified in silencing mankind.  \u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EJohn Stuart Mill\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=orange\u003EI would rather be exposed to the inconveniences attending too \u003Cbr \/\u003Emuch liberty than to those attending too small a degree of it.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EThomas Jefferson\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=orange\u003EThe love of liberty is the love of others; 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width: 640px\"\u003E\u003Cparam name=\"movie\" value=\"http:\/\/www.youtube.com\/v\/SNTrJIIom3w?version=3\u0026feature=player_detailpage\"\u003E\u003Cparam name=\"allowFullScreen\" value=\"true\"\u003E\u003Cparam name=\"allowScriptAccess\" value=\"always\"\u003E\u003Cembed src=\"http:\/\/www.youtube.com\/v\/SNTrJIIom3w?version=3\u0026feature=player_detailpage\" type=\"application\/x-shockwave-flash\" allowfullscreen=\"true\" allowScriptAccess=\"always\" width=\"400\" height=\"360\"\u003E\u003C\/object\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=yellow\u003EWe have not come here to take prisoners,\u003Cbr \/\u003EBut to surrender ever more deeply\u003Cbr \/\u003ETo freedom and joy. \u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=aqua\u003EWe have not come into this exquisite world \u003Cbr \/\u003ETo hold ourselves hostage from love.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/i1005.photobucket.com\/albums\/af175\/justdream_bucket\/divders\/949a2a2d.gif?t=1289423944'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=yellow\u003ERun my dear, \u003Cbr \/\u003EFrom anything\u003Cbr \/\u003EThat may not strengthen \u003Cbr \/\u003EYour precious budding wings. \u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=aqua\u003ERun like hell my dear,\u003Cbr \/\u003EFrom anyone likely \u003Cbr \/\u003ETo put a sharp knife \u003Cbr \/\u003EInto the sacred, tender vision \u003Cbr \/\u003EOf your beautiful heart.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/i1005.photobucket.com\/albums\/af175\/justdream_bucket\/divders\/949a2a2d.gif?t=1289423944'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=yellow\u003EWe have a duty to befriend \u003Cbr \/\u003EThose aspects of obedience\u003Cbr \/\u003EThat stand outside of our house \u003Cbr \/\u003EAnd shout to our reason\u003Cbr \/\u003E\"O please, O please,\u003Cbr \/\u003ECome out and play.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=aqua\u003E\" For we have not come here to take prisoners\u003Cbr \/\u003EOr to confine our wondrous spirits,\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/i1005.photobucket.com\/albums\/af175\/justdream_bucket\/divders\/949a2a2d.gif?t=1289423944'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=yellow\u003EBut to experience ever and ever more deeply\u003Cbr \/\u003EOur divine courage, freedom andLight! \u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/09.img.v4.skyrock.net\/092\/lady-tissia\/pics\/3027991040_1_5_Vaskz8GO.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EMy heart telles me\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=white\u003ERumi\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/fc06.deviantart.net\/fs70\/i\/2010\/249\/7\/d\/suffering_by_2sad_eyes-d2y4pyw.jpg\u003Cbr \/\u003E 'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge lightseagreen\"height=\"660\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=coral\u003EMy heart tells me it is distressed with Him,\u003Cbr \/\u003Ebut I can only laugh at such pretended injuries.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=aquamarine\u003EBe fair, You who are the Glory of the just.\u003Cbr \/\u003EYou, Soul, free of \"we\" and \"I,\"\u003Cbr \/\u003Esubtle spirit within each man and woman.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/i1005.photobucket.com\/albums\/af175\/justdream_bucket\/divders\/949a2a2d.gif?t=1289423944'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EWhen a man and a woman become one,\u003Cbr \/\u003Ethat \"one\" is You.\u003Cbr \/\u003EAnd when that one is obliterated, there You are.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=coral\u003EWhere is this \"we\" and this \"I\"?\u003Cbr \/\u003EBy the side of the Beloved.\u003Cbr \/\u003EYou made this \"we\" and this \"I\"\u003Cbr \/\u003Ein order that you might play\u003Cbr \/\u003Ethis game of courtship with Yourself,\u003Cbr \/\u003Ethat all \"you's\" and \"I's\" might become one soul\u003Cbr \/\u003Eand finally drown in the Beloved.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/i1005.photobucket.com\/albums\/af175\/justdream_bucket\/divders\/949a2a2d.gif?t=1289423944'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=aquamarine\u003EAll this is true. Come!\u003Cbr \/\u003EYou who are the Creative Word: Be\u003Cbr \/\u003EYou, so far beyond description.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=aquamarine\u003EIs it possible for the bodily eyes to see You?\u003Cbr \/\u003ECan thought comprehend Your laughter or grief?\u003Cbr \/\u003ETell me now, can it possibly see You at all?\u003Cbr \/\u003ESuch a heart has only borrowed things to live with.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/i1005.photobucket.com\/albums\/af175\/justdream_bucket\/divders\/949a2a2d.gif?t=1289423944'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=coral\u003EThe garden of love is green without limit\u003Cbr \/\u003Eand yields many fruits other than sorrow or joy.\u003Cbr \/\u003ELove is beyond either condition:\u003Cbr \/\u003Ewithout spring, without autumn, it is always fresh.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/09.img.v4.skyrock.net\/092\/lady-tissia\/pics\/3027991040_1_5_Vaskz8GO.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EHuman\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=white\u003Eby Luna Lovegood\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/farm5.static.flickr.com\/4023\/4685762766_790390b458_b.jpg\u003Cbr \/\u003E 'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge maroon\"height=\"660\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=pink\u003EHappy are those who knew how to truly feel\u003Cbr \/\u003EWhat makes us human?\u003Cbr \/\u003EIs it our ability to reason?\u003Cbr \/\u003EIs it our ability to solve problems, \u003Cbr \/\u003Eor our ability to protect ourselves? \u003Cbr \/\u003EI dare say it is our vulnerabilities\u003Cbr \/\u003EOur imperfections, the finiteness of life\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=aqua\u003EStruck me, wound me and I bleed.\u003Cbr \/\u003ETake a blow and I feel pain.\u003Cbr \/\u003ETake away my hope and I cry.\u003Cbr \/\u003EI feel.\u003Cbr \/\u003EI recognize your presence and learn how to love\u003Cbr \/\u003ETake it away and I yearn.\u003Cbr \/\u003EIsolate me and I feel sorrow.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=pink\u003EI am not forever.\u003Cbr \/\u003EEven my bones will become dust and\u003Cbr \/\u003Esoon will be nothing more.\u003Cbr \/\u003EMy heart beats are numbered.\u003Cbr \/\u003EDeath awaits me.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=aqua\u003EBut I love and, and my soul becomes forever.\u003Cbr \/\u003EBut I hope, and rain comes to the desert.\u003Cbr \/\u003EBut I dream, and you and I become the universe.\u003Cbr \/\u003EI knew and felt love.\u003Cbr \/\u003EI am liberated from finiteness and death.\u003Cbr \/\u003EAll because we are human\u003Cbr \/\u003Eseeking the devine.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/09.img.v4.skyrock.net\/092\/lady-tissia\/pics\/3027991040_1_5_Vaskz8GO.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/lh5.ggpht.com\/_sATbWe8twa0\/SOEy7MgdOZI\/AAAAAAAAEDo\/7qgcJLWxsWw\/Isabel+Guerra6.jpg\u003Cbr \/\u003E 'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge ivory\"height=\"650\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=yellow\u003EIsabel Guerra painting\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=springgreen\u003EYour task is not to seek for love, but merely \u003Cbr \/\u003Eto seek and find all the barriers within yourself \u003Cbr \/\u003Ethat you have built against it.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003ERumi\u003Cbr \/\u003E"},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/feeds\/4031003368063473012\/comments\/default","title":"Post Comments"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2011\/12\/we-have-not-come-here-to-take-prisoners.html#comment-form","title":"0 Comments"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/4031003368063473012"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/4031003368063473012"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2011\/12\/we-have-not-come-here-to-take-prisoners.html","title":"We have not come here to take prisoners by Hafiz\/My heart telles me by Rumi, Human by Luna Lovegood\/Inspiring poems and quotes on love and humanity"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"Anonymous"},"uri":{"$t":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/profile\/09652536733620134629"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$image":{"rel":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail","width":"16","height":"16","src":"https:\/\/img1.blogblog.com\/img\/b16-rounded.gif"}}],"media$thumbnail":{"xmlns$media":"http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/","url":"http:\/\/lh5.ggpht.com\/_sATbWe8twa0\/SOEy7MgdOZI\/AAAAAAAAEDo\/7qgcJLWxsWw\/s72-c\/Isabel+Guerra6.jpg\n ","height":"72","width":"72"},"thr$total":{"$t":"0"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4739814251441728812.post-286241810878196514"},"published":{"$t":"2011-11-29T05:11:00.000-08:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2012-11-04T22:58:51.003-08:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Humanism quotes and poems"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational quotes"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Painting and fine art"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"Traveling and world quote by Gladys Taber"},"content":{"type":"html","$t":"\u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/s.libertaddigital.com\/fotos\/galerias\/obra-monja-pintora\/tumesondeasyconoces.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge darkseagreen\"height=\"680\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=orange\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003EPainting of Isabel Guerra\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=yellowgreen\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003ETraveling is all very well if you can get home at night. \u003Cbr \/\u003EI would be willing to go around the world if I came back\u003Cbr \/\u003Ein time to light the candles and set the table for supper.\u003Cbr \/\u003EI cannot conceivably influence the world's destiny, but \u003Cbr \/\u003EI can make my own life more worthwhile. 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\/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/chantoupartage.c.h.pic.centerblog.net\/xq6h99u6.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=aqua\u003ESo shall thy days be sweet and bright; \u003Cbr \/\u003ESolemn and sweet thy starry night, \u003Cbr \/\u003EConscious of love each change of light. \u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/chantoupartage.c.h.pic.centerblog.net\/xq6h99u6.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=salmon\u003EThe stars will watch the flowers asleep, \u003Cbr \/\u003EThe flowers will feel the soft stars weep, \u003Cbr \/\u003EAnd both will mix sensations deep. \u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/chantoupartage.c.h.pic.centerblog.net\/xq6h99u6.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=aqua\u003EWitt these below, with those above, \u003Cbr \/\u003ESits evermore the brooding dove, \u003Cbr \/\u003EUniting both in bonds of love. \u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/chantoupartage.c.h.pic.centerblog.net\/xq6h99u6.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont 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The truth is often far beneath the surface.\u003Cbr \/\u003ELook beyond the masks people wear if you want to know their\u003Cbr \/\u003Eheart. And remove your own masks to let people know yours. \u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/i278.photobucket.com\/albums\/kk102\/shadey67\/divider\/78255B1255D-1.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=orange\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EWhen someone steals from you, it teaches you that nothing is \u003Cbr \/\u003Eforever.Always appreciate what you have, for you never know \u003Cbr \/\u003Ewhen you might lose it. And never ever take your friends and\u003Cbr \/\u003Efamily for granted because today is the only guarantee you have. \u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/i278.photobucket.com\/albums\/kk102\/shadey67\/divider\/78255B1255D-1.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=orange\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EWhen someone inflicts an injury upon you, it teaches you that\u003Cbr \/\u003Ethe human state is a fragile one. Protect and take care \u003Cbr \/\u003Eof your body as best you can; it's the only thing you are\u003Cbr \/\u003Esure to have forever. \u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/i278.photobucket.com\/albums\/kk102\/shadey67\/divider\/78255B1255D-1.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=yellow\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EWhen someone mocks you, it teaches you that no two people\u003Cbr \/\u003Earealike. When you encounter people who are different\u003Cbr \/\u003Efrom you,don't judge them by how they look or act;\u003Cbr \/\u003Einstead base your opinion on the contents of their heart. \u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/i278.photobucket.com\/albums\/kk102\/shadey67\/divider\/78255B1255D-1.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=aqua\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EWhen someone breaks your heart, it teaches you that loving\u003Cbr \/\u003Esomeone does not always mean that person will love you back. \u003Cbr \/\u003EBut don't turn your back on love because when you find \u003Cbr \/\u003Ethe right person, the joy that one person brings will \u003Cbr \/\u003Emake up for all the past hurts put together -- times ten!!!! \u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/i278.photobucket.com\/albums\/kk102\/shadey67\/divider\/78255B1255D-1.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=yellow\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EWhen someone holds a grudge against you, it teaches you that\u003Cbr \/\u003Eeveryone makes mistakes. When you are wronged, the most \u003Cbr \/\u003Evirtuous thing you can do is forgive the offender without \u003Cbr \/\u003Epretense. Forgiving those who have hurt us is the most \u003Cbr \/\u003Edifficult and courageous thing \u003Cbr \/\u003Eanyone can do. \u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/i278.photobucket.com\/albums\/kk102\/shadey67\/divider\/78255B1255D-1.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=aqua\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EWhen a loved one is unfaithful to you, it teaches you that\u003Cbr \/\u003Eresisting temptation is man's greatest challenge. \u003Cbr \/\u003EBe vigilant in your resistance against all temptation.\u003Cbr \/\u003EBy doing so you, will be rewarded with an enduring sense \u003Cbr \/\u003Eof satisfaction far greater than the temporary pleasure \u003Cbr \/\u003Eby which you were tempted. \u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/i278.photobucket.com\/albums\/kk102\/shadey67\/divider\/78255B1255D-1.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=yellow\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EWhen someone cheats on you, it teaches you that greed is\u003Cbr \/\u003Ethe root of all evil. Aspire to make your dreams come true,\u003Cbr \/\u003Eno matter how lofty they may be. Do not feel guilty about\u003Cbr \/\u003Eour success, but never let an obsession with achieving\u003Cbr \/\u003Eyour goals lead you to engage in malevolent activities. \u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/i278.photobucket.com\/albums\/kk102\/shadey67\/divider\/78255B1255D-1.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=aqua\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EWhen someone ridicules you, it teaches you that nobody is\u003Cbr \/\u003Eperfect. Accept people for their merits and be tolerant \u003Cbr \/\u003Eof their flaws. Do not ever reject someone for imperfections\u003Cbr \/\u003Eover which they have no control. \u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/a.imageshack.us\/img839\/729\/4950661119920287.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge red\"height=\"660\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=salmon\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EWhat about lessons to be learned from Man's good deeds? \u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/i300.photobucket.com\/albums\/nn9\/samisal\/dividers%20red\/0bf5726b899f-1.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=pink\u003EWhen someone loves us, it teaches us that love, kindness, \u003Cbr \/\u003Echarity, honesty, humility, forgiveness and acceptance can \u003Cbr \/\u003Ecounteract all the evil in the world. For every good deed,\u003Cbr \/\u003Ethere is one less evil deed. Man alone has the power to \u003Cbr \/\u003Econtrol the balance between good and evil, but because \u003Cbr \/\u003Ethe lessons of love are not taught often enough, the power \u003Cbr \/\u003Eis too often abused. \u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/i300.photobucket.com\/albums\/nn9\/samisal\/dividers%20red\/0bf5726b899f-1.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=aquamarine\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EWhen you enter someone's life, whether by plan, chance or\u003Cbr \/\u003Ecoincidence, consider what your lesson will be.\u003Cbr \/\u003EWill you teach love or a harsh lesson of reality? \u003Cbr \/\u003EWhen you die, will your life have resulted in more loving \u003Cbr \/\u003Eor hurting? More comfort or pain? More joy or sadness? \u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/i300.photobucket.com\/albums\/nn9\/samisal\/dividers%20red\/0bf5726b899f-1.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=hotpink\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EEach one of us has power over the balance of love in the world.\u003Cbr \/\u003EUse it wisely. 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src='http:\/\/1.bp.blogspot.com\/-qR19wcDqpLI\/TiYXKTMiz5I\/AAAAAAAAADA\/YA3OlMlq3ao\/s1600\/Matka+Teresa+i+malenkie+dziecko.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge ivory\"height=\"600\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=yellow\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EIt is easy to love people far away. 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art"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Philosophy  and Ethics poems and quotes"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"On good and evil :inspiring poem by Khalil Gibran\/inspiring quotes about Human potential by Henry Miller,Goodness and evil by Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn"},"content":{"type":"html","$t":"\u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/2.bp.blogspot.com\/_qbib2XJxB80\/TSRH4Q65ebI\/AAAAAAAAAPk\/4BRp9RsowV8\/s1600\/4d3328e413b7.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge orange\"height=\"680\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=pink\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003EArt By Richard Johnson\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003EOn good and Evil\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=white\u003EKahlil Gibran\u003Cbr \/\u003EInspiring Music:\u003Cbr \/\u003EAutumn Breath-Amazing music violin and piano)\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E \u003Ciframe width=\"550\" height=\"380\" src=\"http:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/0rXhncsh59I?feature=player_detailpage\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen\u003E\u003C\/iframe\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=pink\u003EOf the good in you I can speak, but not of the evil.\u003Cbr \/\u003EFor what is evil but good tortured by its own hunger and thirst?\u003Cbr \/\u003EVerily when good is hungry it seeks food even in dark caves,\u003Cbr \/\u003Eand when it thirsts it drinks even of dead waters.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/i187.photobucket.com\/albums\/x262\/roostergrandma\/PAGE%20DIVIDER\/pink-71.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=aqua\u003EYou are good when you are one with yourself.\u003Cbr \/\u003EYet when you are not one with yourself you are not evil.\u003Cbr \/\u003EFor a divided house is not a den of thieves; it is only \u003Cbr \/\u003Ea divided house.And a ship without rudder may wander aimlessly\u003Cbr \/\u003Eamong perilous isles yet sink not to the bottom.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/i187.photobucket.com\/albums\/x262\/roostergrandma\/PAGE%20DIVIDER\/pink-71.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=orange\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EYou are good when you strive to give of yourself.\u003Cbr \/\u003EYet you are not evil when you seek gain for yourself.\u003Cbr \/\u003EFor when you strive for gain you are but a root that clings\u003Cbr \/\u003Eto the earth and sucks at her breast.\u003Cbr \/\u003ESurely the fruit cannot say to the root, \"Be like me, ripe and\u003Cbr \/\u003Efull and ever giving of your abundance.\"\u003Cbr \/\u003EFor to the fruit giving is a need, as receiving is a need to the root.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/i187.photobucket.com\/albums\/x262\/roostergrandma\/PAGE%20DIVIDER\/pink-71.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=aquamarine\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EYou are good when you are fully awake in your speech,\u003Cbr \/\u003EYet you are not evil when you sleep while your tongue staggers\u003Cbr \/\u003Ewithout purpose.\u003Cbr \/\u003EAnd even stumbling speech may strengthen a weak tongue.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/i187.photobucket.com\/albums\/x262\/roostergrandma\/PAGE%20DIVIDER\/pink-71.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=yellow\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EYou are good when you walk to your goal firmly and with bold steps.\u003Cbr \/\u003EYet you are not evil when you go thither limping.\u003Cbr \/\u003EEven those who limp go not backward. But you who are strong\u003Cbr \/\u003Eand swift,see that you do not limp before the lame, deeming\u003Cbr \/\u003Eit kindness.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/i187.photobucket.com\/albums\/x262\/roostergrandma\/PAGE%20DIVIDER\/pink-71.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=coral\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EYou are good in countless ways, and you are not evil when\u003Cbr \/\u003Eyou are not good,You are only loitering and sluggard.\u003Cbr \/\u003EPity that the stags cannot teach swiftness to the turtles.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/i187.photobucket.com\/albums\/x262\/roostergrandma\/PAGE%20DIVIDER\/pink-71.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=lightblue\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EIn your longing for your giant self lies your goodness: \u003Cbr \/\u003Eand that longing is in all of you.\u003Cbr \/\u003EBut in some of you that longing is a torrent rushing with might\u003Cbr \/\u003Eto the sea, carrying the secrets of the hillsides and the songs\u003Cbr \/\u003Eof the forest.\u003Cbr \/\u003EAnd in others it is a flat stream that loses itself in angles and \u003Cbr \/\u003Ebends and lingers before it reaches the shore.\u003Cbr \/\u003EBut let not him who longs much say to him who longs little, \u003Cbr \/\u003E\"Wherefore are you slow and halting?\"\u003Cbr \/\u003EFor the truly good ask not the naked, \"Where is your garment?\u003Cbr \/\u003E\" nor the houseless, \"What has befallen your house?\"\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/i1005.photobucket.com\/albums\/af175\/justdream_bucket\/divders\/4e914649.png?t=1287788132'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/c221423.r23.cf1.rackcdn.com\/poppies-1.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge red\"height=\"720\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=orangered\u003EEvery day we slaughter our finest impulses. That is why we\u003Cbr \/\u003Eget a heartache when we read those lines written by the hand\u003Cbr \/\u003Eof a master and recognize them as our own, as the tender\u003Cbr \/\u003Eshoots which we stifled because we lacked the faith to believe\u003Cbr \/\u003Ein our own powers, our own criterion of truth and beauty.\u003Cbr \/\u003EEvery man, when he gets quiet, when he becomes desperately \u003Cbr \/\u003Ehonest with himself, is capable of uttering profound truths. \u003Cbr \/\u003EWe all derive from the same source. \u003Cbr \/\u003Ethere is no mystery about the origin of things. We are all part\u003Cbr \/\u003Eof creation, all kings, all poets,all musicians; we have only \u003Cbr \/\u003Eto open up, only to discover what is already there.” \u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=ivory\u003EHenry Miller\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src=' http:\/\/i1005.photobucket.com\/albums\/af175\/justdream_bucket\/divders\/4e914649.png?t=1287788132'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/i206.photobucket.com\/albums\/bb49\/pvmack\/Fantasy\/Night_dream_by_moonchild_ljilja.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge chocolate\"height=\"680\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=burlywood\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EThe line separating good and evil passes not through states,\u003Cbr \/\u003Enor between classes,nor between political parties either,\u003Cbr \/\u003Ebut right through every human heart, and through all human\u003Cbr \/\u003Ehearts.This line shifts. Inside us, it oscillates with the years. \u003Cbr \/\u003EEven within hearts overwhelmed by evil, one small bridgehead \u003Cbr \/\u003Eof good is retained;and even in the best of all hearts, there\u003Cbr \/\u003Eremains a small corner of evil. It is impossible to expel evil\u003Cbr \/\u003Efrom the world in its entirety, but it is possible to constrict \u003Cbr \/\u003Eit within each person.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=ivory\u003EAleksandr Solzhenitsyn\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src=' http:\/\/i1005.photobucket.com\/albums\/af175\/justdream_bucket\/divders\/4e914649.png?t=1287788132'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/images.fineartamerica.com\/images-medium\/waiting-tahirih-goffic.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge silver\"height=\"680\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=grey\u003E art by Tahirih Goffic\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=pink\u003EIn this life   \u003Cbr \/\u003EBe kinder than necessary,\u003Cbr \/\u003Efor everyone you meet is \u003Cbr \/\u003Efighting some kind of battle.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EPlato\u003Cbr 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vibration starts up, vague and insistent,\u003Cbr \/\u003Ea great fragment of thunder sets in motion\u003Cbr \/\u003Ethe rumble of the planet and the foam,\u003Cbr \/\u003Ethe raucous rivers of the ocean flood,\u003Cbr \/\u003Ethe star vibrates swiftly in its corona,\u003Cbr \/\u003Eand the sea is beating, dying and continuing.\u003Cbr \/\u003E \u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=aqua\u003ESo, drawn on by my destiny,\u003Cbr \/\u003EI ceaselessly must listen to and keep\u003Cbr \/\u003Ethe sea's lamenting in my awareness,\u003Cbr \/\u003EI must feel the crash of the hard water\u003Cbr \/\u003Eand gather it up in a perpetual cup\u003Cbr \/\u003Eso that, wherever those in prison may be,\u003Cbr \/\u003Ewherever they suffer the autumn's castigation,\u003Cbr \/\u003EI may be there with an errant wave,\u003Cbr \/\u003EI may move, passing through windows,\u003Cbr \/\u003Eand hearing me, eyes will glance upward\u003Cbr \/\u003Esaying, \"How can I reach the sea?\"\u003Cbr \/\u003EAnd I shall 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src='http:\/\/cfs11.blog.daum.net\/image\/14\/blog\/2008\/08\/17\/11\/31\/48a78d5075c19%26filename%3d7113942-lg.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge darkseagreen\"height=\"670\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=coral\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003EEvery gun that is made, every warship launched, every rocket\u003Cbr \/\u003E fired signifies in the final sense, a theft from those who \u003Cbr \/\u003Ehunger and are not fed, those who are cold and are not clothed.\u003Cbr \/\u003E This world in arms is not spending money alone. \u003Cbr \/\u003EIt is spending the sweat of its laborers, the genius of its scientists,\u003Cbr \/\u003E the hopes of its children. 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If we could, love would need to be\u003Cbr \/\u003E a thing, a substance that one can have, own, possess.\u003Cbr \/\u003E The truth is, there is no such thing as \"love.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\" \"Love\" is an abstraction, perhaps a goddess or an alien \u003Cbr \/\u003Ebeing, although nobody has ever seen this goddess.\u003Cbr \/\u003E In reality, there exists only the act of loving. \u003Cbr \/\u003ETo love is a productive activity. It implies caring for,\u003Cbr \/\u003E knowing, responding, affirming, enjoying: the person,\u003Cbr \/\u003E the tree, the painting, the idea. It means bringing \u003Cbr \/\u003Eto life, increasing his\/her\/its aliveness. \u003Cbr \/\u003EIt is a process, self-renewing and self increasing.\u003Cbr \/\u003E from To Have or to Be?\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EErich Fromm"},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/feeds\/4186475640180233190\/comments\/default","title":"Post Comments"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2011\/11\/can-one-have-loveerich-fromminsightful.html#comment-form","title":"0 Comments"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/4186475640180233190"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/4186475640180233190"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2011\/11\/can-one-have-loveerich-fromminsightful.html","title":"Can one have love?Erich Fromm\/insightful thought on love"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"Anonymous"},"uri":{"$t":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/profile\/09652536733620134629"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$image":{"rel":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail","width":"16","height":"16","src":"https:\/\/img1.blogblog.com\/img\/b16-rounded.gif"}}],"media$thumbnail":{"xmlns$media":"http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/","url":"http:\/\/1.bp.blogspot.com\/-7BxzS8mBcAg\/TjaIeTIOKNI\/AAAAAAAAAIw\/9rOyNjOnMyY\/s72-c\/249771_208176212557314_100000948108975_544705_7204229_n.jpg","height":"72","width":"72"},"thr$total":{"$t":"0"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4739814251441728812.post-6896894194459063433"},"published":{"$t":"2011-11-10T08:29:00.000-08:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2012-11-04T22:58:57.139-08:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Forgiveness and tolerance  poems and quotes"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Humanism quotes and poems"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational pictures"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational quotes"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Peace quotes and poems"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"Keep your eyes on the prince of peace.  By Henri J.M. Nouwen.\/Reflections on peace"},"content":{"type":"html","$t":"\u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/2.fimagenes.com\/i\/1\/7\/10\/am_199352_3795573_767894.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge salmon\"height=\"670\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=springgreen\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003EKeep your eyes on the prince of peace, the one who\u003Cbr \/\u003E doesn't cling to his divine power; the one who refuses\u003Cbr \/\u003E to turn stones into bread, jump from great heights and \u003Cbr \/\u003Erule with great power; the one who says, \"Blessed are the poor,\u003Cbr \/\u003E the gentle, those who mourn, and those who hunger and thirst \u003Cbr \/\u003Efor righteousness; blessed are the merciful, the pure in heart,\u003Cbr \/\u003E the peacemakers and those who are persecuted in the cause\u003Cbr \/\u003E of uprightness\" (see Matt. 5:3-11); the one who touches\u003Cbr \/\u003E the lame, the crippled, and the blind; the one who speaks\u003Cbr \/\u003E words of forgiveness and encouragement; the one who dies \u003Cbr \/\u003Ealone, rejected and despised.  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By Hafiz"},"content":{"type":"html","$t":"\u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/3x-online.ru\/uploads\/posts\/2010-12\/1291739882_mystic-india-2.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge sandybrown\"height=\"680\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003EWould You Think It Odd?\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=white\u003EHafiz\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=lightsalmon\u003EWould you think it odd if Hafiz said,\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E“I am in love with every church \u003Cbr \/\u003EAnd mosque \u003Cbr \/\u003EAnd temple \u003Cbr \/\u003EAnd any kind of shrine \u003Cbr \/\u003EBecause I know it is there \u003Cbr \/\u003EThat people say the different names \u003Cbr \/\u003EOf the One God.”\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=lightsalmon\u003EWould you tell your friends \u003Cbr \/\u003EI was a bit strange if I admitted \u003Cbr \/\u003EI am indeed in love with every mind \u003Cbr \/\u003EAnd heart and body.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=lightsalmon\u003EO I am sincerely \u003Cbr \/\u003EPlumb crazy \u003Cbr \/\u003EAbout your every thought and yearning \u003Cbr \/\u003EAnd limb \u003Cbr \/\u003EBecause, my dear, \u003Cbr \/\u003EI know \u003Cbr \/\u003EThat it is through these \u003Cbr \/\u003EThat you search for Him.\u003Cbr \/\u003E"},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/feeds\/3163148303900280163\/comments\/default","title":"Post Comments"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2011\/11\/would-you-think-it-odd-by-hafiz.html#comment-form","title":"0 Comments"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/3163148303900280163"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/3163148303900280163"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2011\/11\/would-you-think-it-odd-by-hafiz.html","title":"Would You Think It Odd? 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Was it well or sorely spent? \u003Cbr \/\u003EDid you leave a trail of kindness, or a scar of discontent?\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=white\u003EAs you close your eyes in slumber, do you think that God will say,\u003Cbr \/\u003E\"You have earned one more tomorrow by the work you did today\".\u003Cbr \/\u003E"},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/feeds\/6214741640007807459\/comments\/default","title":"Post Comments"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2011\/10\/is-anybody-happier-because-you-passed.html#comment-form","title":"0 Comments"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/6214741640007807459"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/6214741640007807459"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2011\/10\/is-anybody-happier-because-you-passed.html","title":"Is anybody happier because you passed his way?\/Colorful nature"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"Anonymous"},"uri":{"$t":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/profile\/09652536733620134629"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$image":{"rel":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail","width":"16","height":"16","src":"https:\/\/img1.blogblog.com\/img\/b16-rounded.gif"}}],"media$thumbnail":{"xmlns$media":"http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/","url":"http:\/\/i20.photobucket.com\/albums\/b250\/migrant-picker\/Flowers\/th_flowers_in_the_wild.jpg","height":"72","width":"72"},"thr$total":{"$t":"0"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4739814251441728812.post-8995382194217465607"},"published":{"$t":"2011-10-16T08:21:00.000-07:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2012-11-04T23:02:31.017-08:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"English poems"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Humanism quotes and poems"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational music"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational quotes"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Love quotes"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Philosophy  and Ethics poems and quotes"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Rumi quotes and poems"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Tagore quotes and poems"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"Inspirational love quotes:Tagore,loe Buscaglia,glenda Green,rumi"},"content":{"type":"html","$t":"\u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003Einsightful thoughts on love\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=aqua\u003EMusic:\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=white\u003ESTAMATIS SPANOUDAKIS - Promenade On The Quai\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cobject style=\"height: 390px; width: 640px\"\u003E\u003Cparam name=\"movie\" value=\"http:\/\/www.youtube.com\/v\/LRjYfqA0U3s?version=3\"\u003E\u003Cparam name=\"allowFullScreen\" value=\"true\"\u003E\u003Cparam name=\"allowScriptAccess\" value=\"always\"\u003E\u003Cembed src=\"http:\/\/www.youtube.com\/v\/LRjYfqA0U3s?version=3\" type=\"application\/x-shockwave-flash\" allowfullscreen=\"true\" allowScriptAccess=\"always\" width=\"550\" height=\"460\"\u003E\u003C\/object\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src=\"http:\/\/leylaloukoum.l.e.pic.centerblog.net\/ra772d40.jpg\" g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge orangered\"height=\"690\"width=\"550\" \/\u003E\u003C\/center\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=aqua\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003ELove gives beauty to everything it touches. \u003Cbr \/\u003ENot greed and utility;they produce offices,\u003Cbr \/\u003Ebut not dwelling houses. To be able to love\u003Cbr \/\u003Ematerial things, to clothe them with tender \u003Cbr \/\u003Egrace, and yet not be attached to them, this\u003Cbr \/\u003Eis a great service. \u003Cbr \/\u003EProvidence expects that we should make this\u003Cbr \/\u003Eworld our own, and not live in it as though\u003Cbr \/\u003Eit were a rented tenement. We can only make\u003Cbr \/\u003Eit our own through some service, and that \u003Cbr \/\u003Eservice is to lend it love and beauty from our soul.\u003Cbr \/\u003EYour own experience shows you the difference between\u003Cbr \/\u003Ethe beautiful, the tender, the hospitable,\u003Cbr \/\u003Eand the mechanically neat and monotonously useful. \u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003ERabindranath Tagore\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/s1.images.www.tvn.hu\/2008\/09\/20\/07\/14\/www.tvn.hu_343cf8d9e6fb382bb7324317f27709c5.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src=\"http:\/\/sensuellement.s.e.pic.centerblog.net\/593b4720.gif\" g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge orangered\" height=\"670\"width=\"550\"\/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=gold\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EAs soon as the love relationship does not lead me to me, \u003Cbr \/\u003Eas soon as I in a love relationship do not lead another person\u003Cbr \/\u003Eto himself, this love, even if it seems to be the most secure and \u003Cbr \/\u003Eecstatic attachment I have ever experienced, is not true love.\u003Cbr \/\u003EFor real love is dedicated to continual becoming.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003E Leo Buscaglia \u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/s1.images.www.tvn.hu\/2008\/09\/20\/07\/14\/www.tvn.hu_343cf8d9e6fb382bb7324317f27709c5.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src=\"http:\/\/kaleiseminari.com\/files\/thumb3_Qo467o.jpg\"g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge maroon\" height=\"680\"width=\"550\"\/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=springgreen\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EThe energy called passion is always addressed towards\u003Cbr \/\u003Esomeone.It is possessive, and because it is possessive\u003Cbr \/\u003Eit is ugly. To transform passion into compassion means\u003Cbr \/\u003Ethat your energy for love is not addressed to anybody\u003Cbr \/\u003Ein particular; it is simply your fragrance, \u003Cbr \/\u003Eit is simply your presence, it is simply the way you are. \u003Cbr \/\u003EIt is not directed, not one-dimensional. It is radiation,\u003Cbr \/\u003Eso whoever comes close will feel your love – and it is\u003Cbr \/\u003Enon-possessive.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EOsho\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/s1.images.www.tvn.hu\/2008\/09\/20\/07\/14\/www.tvn.hu_343cf8d9e6fb382bb7324317f27709c5.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src=\" http:\/\/4.bp.blogspot.com\/_RqeYyGK9FkY\/TBtRmolEugI\/AAAAAAAAAEU\/QA7KnS0Xhy8\/s1600\/1254408045ItI3gaF.jpg\" g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge ivory\" height=\"670\"width=\"550\"\/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=yellow\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003ELove always seeks for betterment, for ways of making life\u003Cbr \/\u003Emore workable,joyful, whole, and beautiful. Love examines\u003Cbr \/\u003Eevery option available to bring about an improvement in life.\u003Cbr \/\u003EThis kind of discernment is an act of decency, not an act\u003Cbr \/\u003Eof judgment. Rigid philosophies of judgment will seek\u003Cbr \/\u003Eto establish structure as a substitute for decency, control\u003Cbr \/\u003Eas a substitute for trust, and the mind as a substitute\u003Cbr \/\u003Efor higher awareness.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003E Glenda Green ,Love Without End,\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/s1.images.www.tvn.hu\/2008\/09\/20\/07\/14\/www.tvn.hu_343cf8d9e6fb382bb7324317f27709c5.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/stat17.privet.ru\/lr\/0a04d25d6602e50bff099a7392c07742'height=\"680\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/gi257.photobucket.com\/groups\/hh212\/17NK571I65\/____1Zpzz__wGvjpg_heart.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=pink\u003EWe are the mirror as well as the face in it.\u003Cbr \/\u003EWe are tasting the taste this minute of eternity.\u003Cbr \/\u003EWe are pain and what cures pain both.\u003Cbr \/\u003EWe are the sweet cold water and the jar that pours.\u003Cbr \/\u003EI want to hold you close like a lute so we can cry out with loving.\u003Cbr \/\u003EYou would rather throw stones at a mirror?\u003Cbr \/\u003EI am your mirror, and here are the stones.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003ERumi\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/s1.images.www.tvn.hu\/2008\/09\/20\/07\/14\/www.tvn.hu_343cf8d9e6fb382bb7324317f27709c5.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=lightcoral\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EMy heart is so small\u003Cbr \/\u003Eit’s almost invisible.\u003Cbr \/\u003EHow can You place\u003Cbr \/\u003Esuch big sorrows in it?\u003Cbr \/\u003E“Look,” He answered,\u003Cbr \/\u003E“your eyes are even smaller,\u003Cbr \/\u003Eyet they behold the world.”\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003ERumi"},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/feeds\/8995382194217465607\/comments\/default","title":"Post Comments"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2011\/10\/inspirational-love-quotestagoreloe.html#comment-form","title":"1 Comments"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/8995382194217465607"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/8995382194217465607"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2011\/10\/inspirational-love-quotestagoreloe.html","title":"Inspirational love quotes:Tagore,loe Buscaglia,glenda Green,rumi"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"Anonymous"},"uri":{"$t":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/profile\/09652536733620134629"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$image":{"rel":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail","width":"16","height":"16","src":"https:\/\/img1.blogblog.com\/img\/b16-rounded.gif"}}],"thr$total":{"$t":"1"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4739814251441728812.post-5726028847352303482"},"published":{"$t":"2011-10-13T08:49:00.000-07:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2012-11-04T23:02:31.529-08:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Humanism quotes and poems"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational pictures"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Philosophy  and Ethics poems and quotes"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"Kindness quotes\/sweet flower and nature pictures"},"content":{"type":"html","$t":"\u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src=\"http:\/\/foto.krabjiem.lv\/files\/posts2\/61089\/rs_700\/7.jpg\" g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge teal\" height=\"670\"width=\"550\"\/\u003E\u003C\/center\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=\"4\u003Cfont\" color=\"aquamarine\"\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EKindness has converted more sinners\u003Cbr \/\u003Ethan zeal, eloquence, or learning.  \u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=\"red\"\u003E Frederick W. Faber\u003C\/font\u003E\u003C\/font\u003E\u003C\/b\u003E\u003C\/center\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src=\"http:\/\/blog.joinsmsn.com\/usr\/d\/h1\/dh1218\/0909\/4ab2d768085b0.jpg\" g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge green\"height=\"670\"width=\"550\" \/\u003E\u003C\/center\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=\"4\"\u003E\u003Cfont color=\"yellowgreen\"\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EAttachment to being right creates suffering. \u003Cbr \/\u003EWhen you have a choice to be right, or to be kind, \u003Cbr \/\u003Echoose kind and watch your suffering disappear. \u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=\"red\"\u003E  Wayne Dyer\u003C\/font\u003E\u003C\/font\u003E\u003C\/font\u003E\u003C\/b\u003E\u003C\/center\u003E"},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/feeds\/5726028847352303482\/comments\/default","title":"Post Comments"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2011\/10\/kindness-quotessweet-flower-and-nature.html#comment-form","title":"0 Comments"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/5726028847352303482"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/5726028847352303482"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2011\/10\/kindness-quotessweet-flower-and-nature.html","title":"Kindness quotes\/sweet flower and nature pictures"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"Anonymous"},"uri":{"$t":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/profile\/09652536733620134629"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$image":{"rel":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail","width":"16","height":"16","src":"https:\/\/img1.blogblog.com\/img\/b16-rounded.gif"}}],"thr$total":{"$t":"0"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4739814251441728812.post-5849473647063831426"},"published":{"$t":"2011-10-09T06:52:00.000-07:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2012-11-04T23:02:32.278-08:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"English poems"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Humanism quotes and poems"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational and motivational poems"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational music"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Love poems"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Philosophy  and Ethics poems and quotes"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"Unconditional Love by  Sandy Stevenson"},"content":{"type":"html","$t":"\u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EUnconditional Love\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=white\u003EBY Sandy Stevenson\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=aqua\u003EMusic:\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=pink\u003E Somewhere in Time-Performed by Maxsim Mrvica\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cobject style=\"height: 390px; width: 640px\"\u003E\u003Cparam name=\"movie\" value=\"http:\/\/www.youtube.com\/v\/YkKue_MEnkk?version=3\"\u003E\u003Cparam name=\"allowFullScreen\" value=\"true\"\u003E\u003Cparam name=\"allowScriptAccess\" value=\"always\"\u003E\u003Cembed src=\"http:\/\/www.youtube.com\/v\/YkKue_MEnkk?version=3\" type=\"application\/x-shockwave-flash\" allowfullscreen=\"true\" allowScriptAccess=\"always\" width=\"550\" height=\"460\"\u003E\u003C\/object\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src=\"http:\/\/img-fotki.yandex.ru\/get\/5812\/87848796.26d\/0_c4dfa_2a564729_XL.jpg\" g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge gold\" height=\"680\"width=\"550\"\/\u003E\u003C\/center\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003E\u003Cfont color=aqua\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EI love you as you are, as you seek to find your\u003Cbr \/\u003Eown special way to relate to the world.\u003Cbr \/\u003EI honour your choices to learn in the way you\u003Cbr \/\u003Efeel is right for you.\u003Cbr \/\u003EI know it is important that you are the person you\u003Cbr \/\u003Ewant to be and not someone that I or others think\u003Cbr \/\u003Eyou 'should' be. I realise that I cannot know what\u003Cbr \/\u003Eis best for you, although perhaps sometimes I think I do.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/thumbs.myopera.com\/sz\/colx\/princess234\/albums\/6762192\/2966556983_1_7_z206xRCJ.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=yellow\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EI do not know what you have chosen to learn, how you \u003Cbr \/\u003Ehave chosen to learn it, with whom or in what time period.\u003Cbr \/\u003EI have not been where you have been, looking at life through\u003Cbr \/\u003Eyour eyes, so how can I know what you need.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/thumbs.myopera.com\/sz\/colx\/princess234\/albums\/6762192\/2966556983_1_7_z206xRCJ.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=orange\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EI allow you to be in the world without a thought or word\u003Cbr \/\u003Eof judgement from me about the deeds you undertake. \u003Cbr \/\u003EI see no error in the things you say and do. In this place\u003Cbr \/\u003Ewhere I am, I see that there are many ways to perceive and \u003Cbr \/\u003Eexperience the different facets of our world. \u003Cbr \/\u003EI allow without reservation the choices you make in each moment.\u003Cbr \/\u003EI make no judgement of this, for if I would deny your right\u003Cbr \/\u003Eto your evolution,then I would deny that right for myself\u003Cbr \/\u003Eand all others.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/thumbs.myopera.com\/sz\/colx\/princess234\/albums\/6762192\/2966556983_1_7_z206xRCJ.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=pink\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003ETo those who would choose a way I cannot walk, whilst I may \u003Cbr \/\u003Enot choose to add my power and my energy to this way, I will \u003Cbr \/\u003Enever deny you the gift of love that God has bestowed\u003Cbr \/\u003Ewithin me, for all creation. As I love you, so I shall be loved. \u003Cbr \/\u003EAs I sow, so shall I reap.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/thumbs.myopera.com\/sz\/colx\/princess234\/albums\/6762192\/2966556983_1_7_z206xRCJ.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=aquamarine\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EI allow you the universal right of free will to walk your own path, \u003Cbr \/\u003Ecreating steps or to sit awhile if that is what is right for you. I will \u003Cbr \/\u003Emake no judgement that these steps are large or small, nor light\u003Cbr \/\u003Eor heavy or that they lead up or down, for this is just my viewpoint. \u003Cbr \/\u003EI may see you do nothing and judge it to be unworthy and yet it\u003Cbr \/\u003Emay be that you bring great healing as you stand blessed by the Light\u003Cbr \/\u003Eof God. I cannot always see the higher picture of Divine order.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src=\"http:\/\/www.btophotos.com\/p7lsm_img_7\/fullsize\/mattamuskeet_moon_720_fs.jpg\" g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge deepskyblue\"height=\"660\"width=\"550\" \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EFor it is the inalienable right of all life to choose their own \u003Cbr \/\u003Eevolution and with great love. I acknowledge your right\u003Cbr \/\u003Eto determine your future. \u003Cbr \/\u003EIn humility I bow to the realisation that the way I see as best\u003Cbr \/\u003Efor me does not have to mean it is also right for you.\u003Cbr \/\u003EI know that you are led as I am,following the inner excitement \u003Cbr \/\u003Eto know your own path.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/thumbs.myopera.com\/sz\/colx\/princess234\/albums\/6762192\/2966556983_1_7_z206xRCJ.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=lightblue\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EI know that the many races, religions, customs, nationalities \u003Cbr \/\u003Eand beliefs within our world, bring us great richness and allow\u003Cbr \/\u003Eus the benefit and teachings of such diverseness. \u003Cbr \/\u003EI know we each learn in our own unique way in order to bring\u003Cbr \/\u003Ethat love and wisdom back to the whole. I know that if there \u003Cbr \/\u003Ewere only one way to do something, there would need only be one person.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/thumbs.myopera.com\/sz\/colx\/princess234\/albums\/6762192\/2966556983_1_7_z206xRCJ.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=springgreen\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EI will love even if you behave differently than I think you \u003Cbr \/\u003Eshould or believe differently than I do. I understand you are \u003Cbr \/\u003Etruly my brother and my sister, though you may have been born\u003Cbr \/\u003Ein a different place and believe in another God than I.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/thumbs.myopera.com\/sz\/colx\/princess234\/albums\/6762192\/2966556983_1_7_z206xRCJ.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=ivory\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EThe love I feel is for all of God's world. 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src=\"http:\/\/qrok.net\/uploads\/posts\/2010-08\/thumbs\/1282246420_de011.jpg\" g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge cornsilk\" height=\"450\"width=\"550\"\/\u003E\u003C\/center\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=lemonchiffon\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003ERob Hefferan Art\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cfont color=\"aquamarine\"\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=\"4\"\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EThe life I touch for good or ill will touch another life, and\u003Cbr \/\u003E that in turn another,until who knows where the trembling stops\u003Cbr \/\u003E or in what far place my touch will be felt.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=\"red\"\u003EFrederick Buechner\u003C\/font\u003E\u003C\/font\u003E\u003C\/b\u003E\u003C\/font\u003E\u003C\/center\u003E"},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/feeds\/1343434616789904052\/comments\/default","title":"Post 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kindness"},"content":{"type":"html","$t":"\u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src=\"http:\/\/2.bp.blogspot.com\/-Uuic8GWb2Wk\/TWHKN4QrGdI\/AAAAAAAAAqw\/zPhpkMGfnjI\/s1600\/11955arvore.jpg\" g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge olive\" height=\"690\"width=\"550\"\/\u003E\u003C\/center\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=\"4\"\u003E\u003Cfont color=\"red\"\u003ETender Words\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=\"white\"\u003ERumi\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=\"springgreen\"\u003ETender words we spoke to one another\u003Cbr \/\u003Eare sealed in the secret vaults of heaven.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=\"springgreen\"\u003EOne day like rain,they will fall to earth\u003Cbr \/\u003Eand grow green all over the world.\u003C\/font\u003E\u003C\/font\u003E\u003C\/font\u003E\u003C\/font\u003E\u003C\/font\u003E\u003C\/b\u003E\u003C\/center\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg 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quotes"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"Compassion quote"},"content":{"type":"html","$t":"\u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src=\"http:\/\/i007.radikal.ru\/0812\/18\/dae61b69e263.jpg\" g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge orangered\"height=\"680\"width=\"550\" \/\u003E\u003C\/center\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=\"4\"\u003E\u003Cfont color=\"orange\"\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EHave compassion for all beings, rich and poor alike; \u003Cbr \/\u003Eeach has their suffering. 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src=\"http:\/\/img-fotki.yandex.ru\/get\/4607\/lenivova-elena.c4\/0_68f2d_ccc354f1_XL\" g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge hotpink\" height=\"660\"width=\"550\"\/\u003E\u003C\/center\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=\"4\"\u003E\u003Cfont color=\"red\"\u003EYou Are Me\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=\"white\"\u003EThich Naht Hah\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=\"springgreen\"\u003EYou are me and I am you. \u003Cbr \/\u003EIt is obvious that we are inter-are. \u003Cbr \/\u003EYou cultivate the flower in \u003Cbr \/\u003Eyourself so that I will be beautiful. \u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=\"aqua\"\u003EI transform the garbage in myself so \u003Cbr \/\u003Ethat you do not have to suffer. \u003Cbr \/\u003EI support you you support me. \u003Cbr \/\u003EI am here to bring you peace \u003Cbr \/\u003Eyou are here to bring me 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Hah"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"Anonymous"},"uri":{"$t":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/profile\/09652536733620134629"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$image":{"rel":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail","width":"16","height":"16","src":"https:\/\/img1.blogblog.com\/img\/b16-rounded.gif"}}],"thr$total":{"$t":"0"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4739814251441728812.post-1712646587465918955"},"published":{"$t":"2011-09-25T11:54:00.000-07:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2012-11-04T23:02:36.656-08:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Humanism quotes and poems"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational quotes"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Life poems and quotes"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"House by the Side of the Road"},"content":{"type":"html","$t":"\u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src=\"http:\/\/25.media.tumblr.com\/tumblr_kyhxqwJ5gD1qz6ygbo1_500.jpg\" g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge gold\" \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=\"4\"\u003E\u003Cfont color=\"red\"\u003EHouse by the Side of the Road\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=\"white\"\u003ESam Walter Foss \u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=aqua\u003EMusic:\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=white\u003ESecret Garden:Sometimes When it Rains\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cobject style=\"height: 390px; width: 640px\"\u003E\u003Cparam name=\"movie\" value=\"http:\/\/www.youtube.com\/v\/EvB6oDR7ZxA?version=3\"\u003E\u003Cparam name=\"allowFullScreen\" value=\"true\"\u003E\u003Cparam name=\"allowScriptAccess\" value=\"always\"\u003E\u003Cembed src=\"http:\/\/www.youtube.com\/v\/EvB6oDR7ZxA?version=3\" type=\"application\/x-shockwave-flash\" allowfullscreen=\"true\" allowScriptAccess=\"always\" width=\"550\" height=\"360\"\u003E\u003C\/object\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=\"gold\"\u003EThere are hermit souls that live withdrawn\u003Cbr \/\u003EIn the place of their self-content;\u003Cbr \/\u003EThere are souls like stars, that dwell apart,\u003Cbr \/\u003EIn a fellowless firmament;\u003Cbr \/\u003EThere are pioneer souls that blaze the paths\u003Cbr \/\u003EWhere highways never ran-\u003Cbr \/\u003EBut let me live by the side of the road\u003Cbr \/\u003EAnd be a friend to man.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src=\"http:\/\/i1005.photobucket.com\/albums\/af175\/justdream_bucket\/divders\/ae455d11.gif?t=1287259352\" \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=\"aqua\"\u003ELet me live in a house by the side of the road\u003Cbr \/\u003EWhere the race of men go by-\u003Cbr \/\u003EThe men who are good and the men who are bad,\u003Cbr \/\u003EAs good and as bad as I.\u003Cbr \/\u003EI would not sit in the scorner's seat\u003Cbr \/\u003ENor hurl the cynic's ban-\u003Cbr \/\u003ELet me live in a house by the side of the road\u003Cbr \/\u003EAnd be a friend to man.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src=\"http:\/\/i1005.photobucket.com\/albums\/af175\/justdream_bucket\/divders\/ae455d11.gif?t=1287259352\" \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=\"orange\"\u003EI see from my house by the side of the road\u003Cbr \/\u003EBy the side of the highway of life,\u003Cbr \/\u003EThe men who press with the ardor of hope,\u003Cbr \/\u003EThe men who are faint with the strife,\u003Cbr \/\u003EBut I turn not away from their smiles and tears,\u003Cbr \/\u003EBoth parts of an infinite plan-\u003Cbr \/\u003ELet me live in a house by the side of the road\u003Cbr \/\u003EAnd be a friend to man.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src=\"http:\/\/i1005.photobucket.com\/albums\/af175\/justdream_bucket\/divders\/ae455d11.gif?t=1287259352\" \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=\"pink\"\u003EI know there are brook-gladdened meadows ahead,\u003Cbr \/\u003EAnd mountains of wearisome height;\u003Cbr \/\u003EThat the road passes on through the long afternoon\u003Cbr \/\u003EAnd stretches away to the night.\u003Cbr \/\u003EAnd still I rejoice when the travelers rejoice\u003Cbr \/\u003EAnd weep with the strangers that moan,\u003Cbr \/\u003ENor live in my house by the side of the road\u003Cbr \/\u003ELike a man who dwells alone.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src=\"http:\/\/i1005.photobucket.com\/albums\/af175\/justdream_bucket\/divders\/ae455d11.gif?t=1287259352\" \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=\"aquamarine\"\u003ELet me live in my house by the side of the road,\u003Cbr \/\u003EWhere the race of men go by-\u003Cbr \/\u003EThey are good, they are bad, they are weak, they are strong,\u003Cbr \/\u003EWise, foolish - so am I.\u003Cbr \/\u003EThen why should I sit in the scorner's seat,\u003Cbr \/\u003EOr hurl the cynic's ban?\u003Cbr \/\u003ELet me live in my house by the side of the road\u003Cbr \/\u003EAnd be a friend to man.\u003C\/font\u003E\u003C\/font\u003E\u003C\/font\u003E\u003C\/font\u003E\u003C\/font\u003E\u003C\/font\u003E\u003C\/font\u003E\u003C\/font\u003E\u003C\/b\u003E\u003C\/center\u003E\u003C\/center\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src=\"http:\/\/ylovephoto.com\/fr\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/09\/arnoldas_jurgaitis.jpg\" g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge maroon\" height=\"690\"width=\"550\"\/\u003E\u003C\/center\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=\"4\"\u003E\u003Cfont color=\"red\"\u003EA Portrait With A Soul\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=\"white\"\u003EBertrand Russel\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=\"orange\"\u003EThree passions have governed my life:\u003Cbr \/\u003EThe longings for love, the search for knowledge,\u003Cbr \/\u003EAnd unbearable pity for the suffering of humankind.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img1.liveinternet.ru\/images\/attach\/c\/1\/\/49\/965\/49965250_29324731_26699600_0a7abda7ff32_razdelitel.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=\"aqua\"\u003ELove brings ecstasy and relieves loneliness.\u003Cbr \/\u003EIn the union of love I have seen\u003Cbr \/\u003EIn a mystic miniature the prefiguring vision\u003Cbr \/\u003EOf the heavens that saints and poets have imagined.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=\"pink\"\u003EWith equal passion I have sought knowledge.\u003Cbr \/\u003EI have wished to understand the hearts of people.\u003Cbr \/\u003EI have wished to know why the stars shine.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img1.liveinternet.ru\/images\/attach\/c\/1\/\/49\/965\/49965250_29324731_26699600_0a7abda7ff32_razdelitel.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=\"yellow\"\u003ELove and knowledge led upwards to the heavens,\u003Cbr \/\u003EBut always pity brought me back to earth;\u003Cbr \/\u003ECries of pain reverberated in my 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they play--\u003Cbr \/\u003Eor maybe love through gentle hands\u003Cbr \/\u003Ethat guide them on their way?\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img1.liveinternet.ru\/images\/attach\/c\/1\/\/49\/965\/49965250_29324731_26699600_0a7abda7ff32_razdelitel.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=pink\u003EDo you think they dream of future times\u003Cbr \/\u003Ewhen they would be king--\u003Cbr \/\u003Eor just enjoy their present life\u003Cbr \/\u003Ewhile with their friends they sing?\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=yellow\u003EDo they see the acts of kindness\u003Cbr \/\u003Edone for people who are poor?\u003Cbr \/\u003EIs the very best in everyone\u003Cbr \/\u003Ewhat they are looking for?\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img1.liveinternet.ru\/images\/attach\/c\/1\/\/49\/965\/49965250_29324731_26699600_0a7abda7ff32_razdelitel.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=aquamarine\u003EAnd when the day is over,\u003Cbr \/\u003Eas they close their eyes to 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poems and quotes"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"I have come into this world to see this By Hafiz"},"content":{"type":"html","$t":"\u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src=\"http:\/\/i306.photobucket.com\/albums\/nn251\/erato12\/kalinix\/moonflowht6.jpg?t=1267762242\"height=\"640\"width=\"550\"g=\"\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge maroon\" \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003EI have come into this world to see this:\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=white\u003EBY Hafiz(1326-1390)\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=pink\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003ETranslated by Daniel Ladinsky\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EMusic:Omar Khairat\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cobject style=\"height: 390px; width: 640px\"\u003E\u003Cparam name=\"movie\" value=\"http:\/\/www.youtube.com\/v\/jb-K60S6ZpI?version=3\"\u003E\u003Cparam name=\"allowFullScreen\" value=\"true\"\u003E\u003Cparam name=\"allowScriptAccess\" value=\"always\"\u003E\u003Cembed src=\"http:\/\/www.youtube.com\/v\/jb-K60S6ZpI?version=3\" type=\"application\/x-shockwave-flash\" allowfullscreen=\"true\" allowScriptAccess=\"always\" width=\"550\" height=\"400\"\u003E\u003C\/object\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=gold\u003EI have come into this world to see this:\u003Cbr \/\u003Ethe sword drop from men’s hands\u003Cbr \/\u003Eeven at the height\u003Cbr \/\u003Eof their arc of\u003Cbr \/\u003Eanger\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=aqua\u003Ebecause we have finally realized there is just\u003Cbr \/\u003Eone flesh to wound and it is His -\u003Cbr \/\u003Ethe Christ’s, our\u003Cbr \/\u003EBeloved’s.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/endjetsesfolies.e.n.pic.centerblog.net\/jw8q3h7d.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=pink\u003EI have come into this world to see this:\u003Cbr \/\u003Eall creatures hold hands as we pass through\u003Cbr \/\u003Ethis miraculous existence we share on the way\u003Cbr \/\u003Eto even a greater being of soul,\u003Cbr \/\u003Ea being of just ecstatic light,\u003Cbr \/\u003Eforever entwined\u003Cbr \/\u003Eand at play with\u003Cbr \/\u003EHim.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/endjetsesfolies.e.n.pic.centerblog.net\/jw8q3h7d.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=aquamarine\u003EI have come into this world to hear this:\u003Cbr \/\u003Eevery song the earth has sung\u003Cbr \/\u003Esince it was conceived in the\u003Cbr \/\u003EDivine’s womb and began\u003Cbr \/\u003Espinning from\u003Cbr \/\u003EHis wish,\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/endjetsesfolies.e.n.pic.centerblog.net\/jw8q3h7d.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=springgreen\u003Eevery song by wing and fin and hoof,\u003Cbr \/\u003Eevery song by hill and field and tree and woman and child,\u003Cbr \/\u003Eevery song of stream and rock,\u003Cbr \/\u003Eevery song of tool and lyre and flute,\u003Cbr \/\u003Eevery song of gold and emerald and fire,\u003Cbr \/\u003Eevery song the heart should cry with magnificent dignity\u003Cbr \/\u003Eto know itself as God:\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/endjetsesfolies.e.n.pic.centerblog.net\/jw8q3h7d.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=aquamarine\u003Efor all other knowledge will leave us again\u003Cbr \/\u003Ein want and aching only imbibing\u003Cbr \/\u003Ethe glorious Sun will\u003Cbr \/\u003Ecomplete us.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=ivory\u003EI have come into this world to experience this:\u003Cbr \/\u003Emen so true to love they would rather\u003Cbr \/\u003Edie before speaking\u003Cbr \/\u003Ean unkind\u003Cbr \/\u003Eword,\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/endjetsesfolies.e.n.pic.centerblog.net\/jw8q3h7d.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=burlywood\u003Emen so true their lives are His covenant the promise of hope.\u003Cbr \/\u003EI have come into this world to see this:\u003Cbr \/\u003Ethe sword drop from men’s hands\u003Cbr \/\u003Eeven at the height\u003Cbr \/\u003Eof their arc of\u003Cbr \/\u003Erage\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=white\u003Ebecause we have finally realized\u003Cbr \/\u003Ethere is just one flesh\u003Cbr \/\u003Ewe can wound.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src=\"http:\/\/m3.img.libdd.com\/farm2\/148\/93592F57F68A70B62253571AA2CF6094_580_697.jpg\" g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge orange\" height=\"720\"width=\"550\"\/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=\"4\"\u003E\u003Cfont color=\"red\"\u003EYou Were Brave in that Holy War\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=\"white\"\u003EHafiz\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=\"pink\"\u003ETranslated by Daniel Ladinsky\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=\"orange\"\u003EYou have done well\u003Cbr \/\u003EIn the contest of madness.\u003Cbr \/\u003EYou were brave in that holy war.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=\"aqua\"\u003EYou have all the honorable wounds\u003Cbr \/\u003EOf one who has tried to find love\u003Cbr \/\u003EWhere the Beautiful Bird\u003Cbr \/\u003EDoes not drink.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/i1005.photobucket.com\/albums\/af175\/justdream_bucket\/divders\/172c505b.gif?t=1289175098'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=\"pink\"\u003EMay I speak to you\u003Cbr \/\u003ELike we are close\u003Cbr \/\u003EAnd locked away together?\u003Cbr \/\u003EOnce I found a stray kitten\u003Cbr \/\u003EAnd I used to soak my fingers\u003Cbr \/\u003EIn warm milk;\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=\"aquamarine\"\u003EIt came to think I was five mothers\u003Cbr \/\u003EOn one hand.\u003Cbr \/\u003EWayfarer,\u003Cbr \/\u003EWhy not rest your tired body?\u003Cbr \/\u003ELean back and close your eyes.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/i1005.photobucket.com\/albums\/af175\/justdream_bucket\/divders\/172c505b.gif?t=1289175098'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=\"lime\"\u003ECome morning\u003Cbr \/\u003EI will kneel by your side and feed you.\u003Cbr \/\u003EI will so gently\u003Cbr \/\u003ESpread open your mouth\u003Cbr \/\u003EAnd let you taste something of my\u003Cbr \/\u003ESacred mind and life.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=\"ivory\"\u003ESurely\u003Cbr \/\u003EThere is something wrong\u003Cbr \/\u003EWith your ideas of\u003Cbr \/\u003EGod\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/i1005.photobucket.com\/albums\/af175\/justdream_bucket\/divders\/172c505b.gif?t=1289175098'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EO, surely there is something wrong\u003Cbr \/\u003EWith your ideas of\u003Cbr \/\u003EGod\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EIf you think\u003Cbr \/\u003EOur Beloved would not be so\u003Cbr \/\u003ETender.\u003C\/font\u003E\u003C\/font\u003E\u003C\/font\u003E\u003C\/font\u003E\u003C\/font\u003E\u003C\/font\u003E\u003C\/font\u003E\u003C\/font\u003E\u003C\/font\u003E\u003C\/font\u003E\u003C\/b\u003E\u003C\/center\u003E\u003C\/center\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/4.bp.blogspot.com\/_aoFICqRf3qg\/Sv_bCpfY1yI\/AAAAAAAAA5s\/ziHa10EhhdY\/s1600\/3950808740_de83153179_b.jpg'height=\"680\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=\"4\"\u003E\u003Cfont color=\"red\"\u003EWith That Moon Language\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=\"white\"\u003EBy Hafiz\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=\"pink\"\u003ETranslated by Daniel Ladinsky\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src=\"http:\/\/worldart.my1.ru\/_si\/0\/25449572.jpg\" g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge dodgerblue\" height=\"720\"width=\"550\"\/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=\"springgreen\"\u003EAdmit something: Everyone you see,\u003Cbr \/\u003Eyou say to them, \"Love me.\"\u003Cbr \/\u003EOf course you do not do this out loud,\u003Cbr \/\u003Eotherwise someone would call the cops.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/i1005.photobucket.com\/albums\/af175\/justdream_bucket\/divders\/172c505b.gif?t=1289175098'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=\"aqua\"\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EStill though, think about this, this great pull in us to connect.\u003Cbr \/\u003EWhy not become the one who lives with a full moon in each\u003Cbr \/\u003Eeye that is always saying, with that sweet moon language,\u003Cbr \/\u003EWhat every other eye in this world is dying to hear?\u003C\/font\u003E\u003C\/font\u003E\u003C\/font\u003E\u003C\/font\u003E\u003C\/font\u003E\u003C\/font\u003E\u003C\/b\u003E\u003C\/center\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr 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value=\"http:\/\/www.youtube.com\/v\/OMe_yxJXq3c?version=3\"\u003E\u003Cparam name=\"allowFullScreen\" value=\"true\"\u003E\u003Cparam name=\"allowScriptAccess\" value=\"always\"\u003E\u003Cembed src=\"http:\/\/www.youtube.com\/v\/OMe_yxJXq3c?version=3\" type=\"application\/x-shockwave-flash\" allowfullscreen=\"true\" allowScriptAccess=\"always\" width=\"540\" height=\"390\"\u003E\u003C\/object\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=pink\u003EDon't call me foreigner,\u003Cbr \/\u003Ebecause I was born far from here,\u003Cbr \/\u003Eor because the name of the home\u003Cbr \/\u003EI come from has a different name.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=aqua\u003EDon't call me foreigner,\u003Cbr \/\u003Ebecause I was born of a different womb\u003Cbr \/\u003Eor because my childhood was cradled\u003Cbr \/\u003Eby stories in another language\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/www.commentsyard.com\/graphics\/rose\/rose14.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=pink\u003EDon't call me foreigner,\u003Cbr \/\u003Ethrough the love of a mother\u003Cbr \/\u003Ewe shared the same light\u003Cbr \/\u003Eof lullabys and kisses,\u003Cbr \/\u003Ewith which we dreamed whilst\u003Cbr \/\u003Erested in our mothers chest.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=aqua\u003EDon't call me foreigner,\u003Cbr \/\u003Edon't think about where I come from,\u003Cbr \/\u003Ebetter to know where we go,\u003Cbr \/\u003Ewhere time takes us.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/www.commentsyard.com\/graphics\/rose\/rose14.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=pink\u003EDon't call me foreigner,\u003Cbr \/\u003Ebecause your bread and fire\u003Cbr \/\u003Ecalm my hunger and cold,\u003Cbr \/\u003Eand your roof shelters me\u003Cbr \/\u003Eas it shelters you.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=aqua\u003EDon't call me foreigner,\u003Cbr \/\u003Eyour wheat is like my wheat,\u003Cbr \/\u003Eyour hand is like mine,\u003Cbr \/\u003Eyour fire like my fire,\u003Cbr \/\u003Ehunger never warns,\u003Cbr \/\u003Eand lives in us all.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/www.commentsyard.com\/graphics\/rose\/rose14.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=pink\u003EDon't call me foreigner,\u003Cbr \/\u003Ebecause of the path brought me,\u003Cbr \/\u003Ebecause I was born in another village,\u003Cbr \/\u003Ebecause I know other seas\u003Cbr \/\u003Eand once I lifted anchor in another port.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=aqua\u003EAlways the same \u003Cbr \/\u003Eare the waves of goodbye,\u003Cbr \/\u003Eare the tearful eyes\u003Cbr \/\u003Eof those we leave far behind\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/www.commentsyard.com\/graphics\/rose\/rose14.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=pink\u003EThe friends that speak of us\u003Cbr \/\u003Euse the same prayers,\u003Cbr \/\u003Eas is the love that dreams\u003Cbr \/\u003Eof the day of our return\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src=\"http:\/\/img0.liveinternet.ru\/images\/attach\/c\/0\/39\/13\/39013225_1220890059_07_09_2008_0381718001220810167_michal_karcz.jpg\" img=\"\" style=\"border:5px  ridge aquamarine\"height=\"600\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=aqua\u003EDon't call me foreigner\u003Cbr \/\u003Ewe carry the same soul\u003Cbr \/\u003Ethe same old tiredness\u003Cbr \/\u003Ethat has been dragging man\u003Cbr \/\u003Efrom the beginning of time,\u003Cbr \/\u003Ewhen borders didn't exist,\u003Cbr \/\u003Ebefore they came,\u003Cbr \/\u003Ethose who divide and kill,\u003Cbr \/\u003Ethose who steal, those who lie\u003Cbr \/\u003Ethose who sell our dreams,\u003Cbr \/\u003Ethose are the ones that invented\u003Cbr \/\u003Ethis word, foreigner\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/www.commentsyard.com\/graphics\/rose\/rose14.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=pink\u003EDon't call me foreigner,\u003Cbr \/\u003Eit is a sad word,\u003Cbr \/\u003Eit is a cold word,\u003Cbr \/\u003Eit reminds of oblivion and exile.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=aqua\u003EDon't call me foreigner,\u003Cbr \/\u003Elook at your child and mine,\u003Cbr \/\u003Ehow they run holding hands\u003Cbr \/\u003Eto the end of the path\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/www.commentsyard.com\/graphics\/rose\/rose14.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=pink\u003EDon't call them foreigners\u003Cbr \/\u003Ethey don't understand languages\u003Cbr \/\u003Eor boundaries or flags\u003Cbr \/\u003Elook as they go to heaven\u003Cbr \/\u003Eon the smile of a dove,\u003Cbr \/\u003Ethat reunites them in flight.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=aqua\u003EDon't call me foreigner\u003Cbr \/\u003Ethink of your brother and mine,\u003Cbr \/\u003Ea body full of bullets\u003Cbr \/\u003Ekissing the ground with its death,\u003Cbr \/\u003EThey, were not foreigners\u003Cbr \/\u003Ethey always knew each other\u003Cbr \/\u003Ethrough eternal freedom,\u003Cbr \/\u003Eand equally free they died.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/www.commentsyard.com\/graphics\/rose\/rose14.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=pink\u003EDon't call me foreigner\u003Cbr \/\u003Elook deep into my eyes\u003Cbr \/\u003Ebeyond the hate,\u003Cbr \/\u003Ethe selfishness and fear,\u003Cbr \/\u003Eyou will see I am a man,\u003Cbr \/\u003Eand you will see that I am you,\u003Cbr \/\u003EI cannot be a foreigner.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cobject style=\"height: 390px; width: 640px\"\u003E\u003Cparam name=\"movie\" value=\"http:\/\/www.youtube.com\/v\/eSQMmyHfgSg?version=3\"\u003E\u003Cparam name=\"allowFullScreen\" value=\"true\"\u003E\u003Cparam name=\"allowScriptAccess\" value=\"always\"\u003E\u003Cembed src=\"http:\/\/www.youtube.com\/v\/eSQMmyHfgSg?version=3\" type=\"application\/x-shockwave-flash\" allowfullscreen=\"true\" allowScriptAccess=\"always\" width=\"540\" height=\"390\"\u003E\u003C\/object\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/www.commentsyard.com\/graphics\/rose\/rose14.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EThe original spanish version\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=white\u003ENO ME LLAMES EXTRANJERO\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=orange\u003ENo me llames extranjero, por que haya nacido lejos,\u003Cbr \/\u003EO por que tenga otro nombre la tierra de donde vengo\u003Cbr \/\u003ENo me llames extranjero, por que fue distinto el seno\u003Cbr \/\u003EO por que acunó mi infancia otro idioma de los cuentos,\u003Cbr \/\u003ENo me llames extranjero si en el amor de una madre,\u003Cbr \/\u003ETuvimos la misma luz en el canto y en el beso,\u003Cbr \/\u003ECon que nos sueñan iguales las madres contra su pecho.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=lime\u003ENo me llames extranjero, ni pienses de donde vengo,\u003Cbr \/\u003EMejor saber donde vamos, adonde nos lleva el tiempo,\u003Cbr \/\u003ENo me llames extranjero, por que tu pan y tu fuego,\u003Cbr \/\u003ECalman mi hambre y frío, y me cobije tu techo,\u003Cbr \/\u003ENo me llames extranjero tu trigo es como mi trigo\u003Cbr \/\u003ETu mano como la mía, tu fuego como mi fuego,\u003Cbr \/\u003EY el hambre no avisa nunca, vive cambiando de dueño.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=orange\u003EY me llamas extranjero por que me trajo un camino,\u003Cbr \/\u003EPor que nací en otro pueblo, por que conozco otros mares,\u003Cbr \/\u003EY zarpé un día de otro puerto, si siempre quedan iguales en el\u003Cbr \/\u003EAdiós los pañuelos, y las pupilas borrosas de los que dejamos\u003Cbr \/\u003ELejos, los amigos que nos nombran y son iguales los besos\u003Cbr \/\u003EY el amor de la que sueña con el día del regreso.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=lime\u003ENo me llames extranjero, traemos el mismo grito,\u003Cbr \/\u003EEl mismo cansancio viejo que viene arrastrando el hombre\u003Cbr \/\u003EDesde el fondo de los tiempos, cuando no existían fronteras,\u003Cbr \/\u003EAntes que vinieran ellos, los que dividen y matan,\u003Cbr \/\u003ELos que roban los que mienten los que venden nuestros sueños,\u003Cbr \/\u003ELos que inventaron un día, esta palabra, extranjero.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=orange\u003ENo me llames extranjero que es una palabra triste,\u003Cbr \/\u003EQue es una palabra helada huele a olvido y a destierro,\u003Cbr \/\u003ENo me llames extranjero mira tu niño y el mío\u003Cbr \/\u003EComo corren de la mano hasta el final del sendero,\u003Cbr \/\u003ENo me llames extranjero ellos no saben de idiomas\u003Cbr \/\u003EDe límites ni banderas, míralos se van al cielo\u003Cbr \/\u003EPor una risa paloma que los reúne en el vuelo.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=lime\u003ENo me llames extranjero piensa en tu hermano y el mío\u003Cbr \/\u003EEl cuerpo lleno de balas besando de muerte el suelo,\u003Cbr 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src='http:\/\/img811.imageshack.us\/img811\/9470\/vladimirvolegov1.jpg'height=\"700\"width=\"550\"img=\"\" style=\"border:5px ridge orange\"\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003ETo Touch The Heart.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=white\u003EMarry Garren\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=yellow\u003ETo touch the heart of someone dear -\u003Cbr \/\u003Ethough it might sometimes cause a tear\u003Cbr \/\u003Eto fall or rest upon the cheek -\u003Cbr \/\u003EShould be something all should seek.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=aqua\u003EFor often hearts - not touched at all -\u003Cbr \/\u003Estart hardening and shrinking small.\u003Cbr \/\u003EAnd then the time - it takes to grow\u003Cbr \/\u003EA loving heart - is very slow.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=orange\u003EFor hearts expand as those who care -\u003Cbr \/\u003Eextend their love and - let us share\u003Cbr \/\u003Ea Moment, space or special phrase\u003Cbr \/\u003Ethat eases pain on dreary days.\u003Cbr \/\u003EOr simply starts our lips to smile\u003Cbr \/\u003Eand brightens time for just a while.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=pink\u003EThe ways and kinds and means of sharing -\u003Cbr \/\u003Eit seems to me - Are based on caring.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=aquamarine\u003EAnd though we're often worlds apart.\u003Cbr \/\u003EYou still can touch my very heart.\u003Cbr \/\u003EYou make me smile or shed a tear.\u003Cbr \/\u003EAnd I'll remember year to year\u003Cbr \/\u003EJust how your 'touching' helped me grow.\u003Cbr \/\u003EAnd I just thought I'd tell you so.\u003Cbr \/\u003E"},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/feeds\/2895357829286544391\/comments\/default","title":"Post 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