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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? Because they are faithful.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003ESoren Kierkegaard \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=gold\u003EDo not interrupt the flight of your soul; do not distress what is best in you; do not enfeeble your spirit with half wishes and half thoughts.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003ESoren Kierkegaard "},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/feeds\/5357909823978421671\/comments\/default","title":"Post Comments"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/11\/insightful-quotes-and-reflections-on.html#comment-form","title":"201 Comments"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/5357909823978421671"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/5357909823978421671"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/11\/insightful-quotes-and-reflections-on.html","title":"Insightful quotes and reflections  on Civilization ,philosophy and Humanity by Will Durant and Soren Kierkegaard"}],"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\/lV3SHBFyDZM\/default.jpg","height":"72","width":"72"},"thr$total":{"$t":"201"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4739814251441728812.post-1574070466783534740"},"published":{"$t":"2012-10-31T05:51:00.000-07:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2012-11-04T22:54:35.460-08:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational and motivational poems"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational music"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational pictures"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational quotes"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Khalil Gibran quotes and poems"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Painting and fine art"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Woman poems and quotes"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"Inspiring quotes and poems celebrating  femininity and womanhood by William Wordsworth,Victor Hugo ,Richard Bach,Osho and Khalil Gibran  "},"content":{"type":"html","$t":"  \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003E\u003Cfont color=aqua\u003EMusic:\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=aquamarine\u003ESecret Garden-Sanctuary\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Ciframe width=\"550\" height=\"380\" src=\"http:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/OMe_yxJXq3c?feature=player_detailpage\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen\u003E\u003C\/iframe\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E   \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='   http:\/\/www.wetcanvas.com\/Community\/images\/28-Sep-2009\/74498-Le_roman_24x30_2009.jpg  'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge cornsilk\"height=\"600\"width=\"510\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=mistyrose\u003E Emmanuel Garant Art\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Cfont color=navajowhite\u003EAnd now I see with eye serene\u003Cbr\u003E\t  The very pulse of the machine;\t\u003Cbr\u003E  A being breathing thoughtful breath,\t\u003Cbr\u003E  A traveller between life and death:\t\u003Cbr\u003E  The reason firm, the temperate will,\u003Cbr\u003E\t   Endurance, foresight, strength, and skill;\u003Cbr\u003E\t  A perfect Woman, nobly plann'd\t\u003Cbr\u003E  To warn, to comfort, and command;\u003Cbr\u003E\t  And yet a Spirit still, and bright\u003Cbr\u003E\t  With something of an angel light.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EWilliam Wordsworth \u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/pu.i.wp.pl\/k%2cMzU2MDg3ODksNzUyNTMz%2cf%2clink_b3__30_.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='  http:\/\/lh3.ggpht.com\/-TkWhqF8vDJQ\/UGjO-btdsBI\/AAAAAAABboA\/DiXD__9G4sQ\/s1600\/luna-pinturas-de-richard-s-johnson%25255B3%25255D.jpg 'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge black\"height=\"500\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=mistyrose\u003ERichard Johnson Art\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E   \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003E\u003Cfont color=pink\u003EThe soul gropes in search of a soul, and finds it. And that soul, found and proven, is a woman. A hand sustains you, it is hers; lips lightly touch your forehead, they are her lips; you hear breathing near you, it is she. To have her wholly, from her devotion to her pity, never to be left alone, to have that sweet shyness as, to lean on that unbending reed, to touch, Providence with your hands and be able to grasp it in your arms; God made palpable, what transport! The heart, that dark celestial flower, bursts into a mysterious bloom. You would not give up that shade for all the light in the world! The angel soul is there, forever there; if she goes away, it is only to return; she fades away in a dream and reappears in reality. You feel an approaching warmth, she is there. You overflow with serenity...; you are radiant in your darkness. And the thousand little cares! The trifles that are enormous in this void. The most ineffable accents of the womanly voice used to comfort you, and replacing for you the vanished universe! You are caressed through the soul. You see nothing but you feel yourself adored. \u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cfont color=red\u003EVictor Hugo, Les Misérables \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/pu.i.wp.pl\/k%2cMzU2MDg3ODksNzUyNTMz%2cf%2clink_b3__30_.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/lh6.ggpht.com\/-gJaJXwx5yDM\/UGjO2aCQqrI\/AAAAAAABbng\/QcnQErsuzkU\/s1600\/summers-ease-pinturas-de-richard-s-johnson%25255B2%25255D.jpg  'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge blanchedalmond\"height=\"650\"width=\"500\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=mistyrose\u003ERichard Johnson Art\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Cfont color=lavenderblush\u003ETo call woman the weaker sex is a libel; it is man's injustice to woman. If by strength is meant brute strength, then, indeed, is woman less brute than man. If by strength is meant moral power, then woman is immeasurably man's superior. Has she not greater intuition, is she not more self-sacrificing, has she not greater powers of endurance, has she not greater courage? Without her, man could not be. If nonviolence is the law of our being, the future is with woman. Who can make a more effective appeal to the heart than woman?\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EMahatma Gandhi\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=linen\u003ERespect the feminine — it is higher, certainly higher, than the male qualities. ... the male mind has tried to repress the feminine and of course because the male is aggressive... he can repress it. The feminine is receptive, surrendering; it knows how to let go, it knows how to adjust, so it has become adjusted even to the male chauvinist attitude. The whole past of humanity is ugly and the reason is that we have not allowed the feminine qualities to blossom. So become more and more receptive, sensitive, creative, loving, dancing, singing — and that’s how you will go on becoming more and more meditative. And the more meditative you are, the more you will find feminine qualities blossoming in you. The moment the male energy becomes feminine a Buddha is born, a Christ is born.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EOsho\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=cornsilk\u003EWe will have a more beautiful world if all women — and women are half of the world — are allowed to grow their talents, their genius. It is not a question at all… nobody is higher, nobody is lower. Women are women, men are men; they have differences, but differences don’t make anybody higher or lower. Their differences create their attraction.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EOsho\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/pu.i.wp.pl\/k%2cMzU2MDg3ODksNzUyNTMz%2cf%2clink_b3__30_.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img1.liveinternet.ru\/images\/attach\/c\/3\/76\/435\/76435283_33931699_5.jpg 'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge cornsilk\"height=\"690\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=mistyrose\u003ERichrd Johnson Art\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=palegoldenrod\u003EYour armor, it shields you from any woman who would destroy\u003Cbr\u003E  you, sure enough. But unless you let it go, it will shield \u003Cbr\u003Eyou as well from the only one who can love you, nourish \u003Cbr\u003Eyou, save you from your own protection. There is one perfect  woman for you. She is singular, not plural. \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003ERichard Bach \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/pu.i.wp.pl\/k%2cMzU2MDg3ODksNzUyNTMz%2cf%2clink_b3__30_.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E   \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src=' http:\/\/www.socialbliss.com\/assets\/large\/134\/814\/1348149221-tulle.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge gainsboro\"height=\"680\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=cornsilk\u003E... marvelling at her intelligence,and hearing the stillness\u003Cbr\u003E of sorrow. I felt an invisible hand drawing me to her.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E Every visit gave me a new meaning to her beauty and a new \u003Cbr\u003Einsight into her sweet spirit, Until she became a book whose \u003Cbr\u003Epages I could understand and whose praises I could sing, \u003Cbr\u003Ebut which I could never finish reading. \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E A woman whom Providence has provided with beauty\u003Cbr\u003Eof spirit and body is a truth, at the same time both open\u003Cbr\u003Eand secret, which we can understand only by love, and\u003Cbr\u003Etouch only by virtue; and when we attempt to describe\u003Cbr\u003Esuch a woman she disappears like a vapor.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EKhalil Gibran,From The White Torch\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/pu.i.wp.pl\/k%2cMzU2MDg3ODksNzUyNTMz%2cf%2clink_b3__30_.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E  \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='  http:\/\/s007.radikal.ru\/i300\/1112\/af\/09a11ceb16fd.jpg 'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge chocolate\"height=\"570\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=mistyrose\u003ERichard Johnson Art\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=lightsalmon\u003EWriters and poets try to understand the truth about\u003Cbr\u003Ewoman. But until this day they have never understood\u003Cbr\u003Eher heart because, looking upon her through the veil\u003Cbr\u003Eof desire, they see nothing except the shape of her body.\u003Cbr\u003EOr they look upon her through a magnifying glass\u003Cbr\u003Eof spite and find nothing in her but weakness and submission.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=burlywood\u003EKhalil Gibran\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/pu.i.wp.pl\/k%2cMzU2MDg3ODksNzUyNTMz%2cf%2clink_b3__30_.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src=' http:\/\/sun.youinside.me\/picture\/i1052\/c43f1ac518db1993b6d98671cb5bdb3c.jpg  'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge darkseagreen\"height=\"670\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E   \u003Cfont color=red\u003EA woman's heart\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=white\u003EKhalil Gibran\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=khaki\u003EA woman's heart will not change with time or season;\u003Cbr\u003Eeven if it dies eternally, it will never 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lemonchiffon\"height=\"650\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=red\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003EGet Off The Scale!\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=white\u003ESteve Maraboli, Life, the Truth, and Being Free\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Cfont color=lemonchiffon\u003EYou are beautiful. Your beauty, just like your capacity for life, happiness, and success, is immeasurable. Day after day, countless people across the globe get on a scale in search of validation of beauty and social acceptance.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img-fotki.yandex.ru\/get\/5900\/artemova-ludmila2010.84\/0_5350f_5528a0f0_L'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cfont color=lightgoldenrodyellow\u003EGet off the scale! I have yet to see a scale that can tell you how enchanting your eyes are. I have yet to see a scale that can show you how wonderful your hair looks when the sun shines its glorious rays on it. I have yet to see a scale that can thank you for your compassion, sense of humor, and contagious smile. Get off the scale because I have yet to see one that can admire you for your perseverance when challenged in life.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img-fotki.yandex.ru\/get\/5900\/artemova-ludmila2010.84\/0_5350f_5528a0f0_L'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cfont coloer=papayawhip\u003EIt’s true, the scale can only give you a numerical reflection of your relationship with gravity. That’s it. It cannot measure beauty, talent, purpose, life force, possibility, strength, or love. Don’t give the scale more power than it has earned. Take note of the number, then get off the scale and live your life. You are beautiful! \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src=' http:\/\/i43.tinypic.com\/9r2aso.jpg 'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge forestgreen\"height=\"670\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Cfont color=palegreen\u003EWithdraw into yourself and look. And if you do not find yourself beautiful yet, act as does the creators of statues that are to be made beautiful; they cut away here, they smooth there, they make this line lighter, this other purer, until a lovely face has grown upon their work.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img-fotki.yandex.ru\/get\/5900\/artemova-ludmila2010.84\/0_5350f_5528a0f0_L'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E   So do you also; cut away all that is excessive, straighten all that is crooked, bring light to all that is in shadow; labor to make all one glow of beauty and never cease chiseling your statue until there shall shine out on you from it the godlike splendor of virtue, until you shall see the perfect Goodness established in the stainless shrine.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EPlotinus\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src=' http:\/\/cs302710.userapi.com\/v302710049\/151e\/oPdB51v8oKE.jpg 'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge hotpink\"height=\"520\"width=\"530\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=pink\u003EThe recipe for beauty is to have less illusion and more Soul, to retreat from the belief of pain or pleasure in the body into the unchanging calm and glorious freedom of spiritual harmony. \u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cfont color=red\u003EMary Baker Eddy\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:\/\/ww1.sinaimg.cn\/large\/5e2b120fjw1dq2u2q86cfj.jpg 'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge teal\"height=\"440\"width=\"500\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=mediumturquoise\u003ECherish your visions; cherish your ideals; cherish the music that stirs in your heart, the beauty that forms in your mind, the loveliness that drapes you purest thoughts, for out of them will grow delightful conditions, all heavenly environment; of these if you but remain true to them, your world will at last be built.  \u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cfont color=red\u003EJames Allen\u003Cbr\u003E  \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='https:\/\/lh4.googleusercontent.com\/-9teeDE7J0-o\/T0KSH7xSfrI\/AAAAAAAABH0\/ityrZtGmTfU\/s903\/5767-2560x1600-1.jpg 'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge black\"height=\"550\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=red\u003EAwakening to Beauty \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=white\u003EJohn O'Donohue\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=thistle\u003EWe live between the act of awakening and the act of surrender. Each morning we awaken to the light and the invitation to a new day in the world of time; each night we surrender to the dark to be taken to play in the world of dreams where time is no more. \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img-fotki.yandex.ru\/get\/5900\/artemova-ludmila2010.84\/0_5350f_5528a0f0_L'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cfont color=palegoldenrod\u003EAt birth we were awakened and emerged to become visible in the world. At death we will surrender again to the dark to become invisible. Awakening and surrender: They frame each day and each life; between them is the journey where anything can happen, the beauty and the frailty.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img-fotki.yandex.ru\/get\/5900\/artemova-ludmila2010.84\/0_5350f_5528a0f0_L'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cfont color=thistle\u003EThe human soul is hungry for beauty; we seek it everywhere — in landscape, music, art, clothes, furniture, gardening, companionship, love, religion, and in ourselves. No one would desire not to be beautiful. When we experience the Beautiful, there is a sense of homecoming. We feel most alive in the presence of the Beautiful, for it meets the needs of our soul. \u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img-fotki.yandex.ru\/get\/5900\/artemova-ludmila2010.84\/0_5350f_5528a0f0_L'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cfont color=palegoldenrod\u003EFor a while the strain of struggle and endurance are relieved and our frailty becomes illuminated by a different light in which we come to glimpse behind the shutter of appearances the sure form of things. In the experience of beauty we awaken and surrender in the same act. We find that we slip into the Beautiful with the same ease as we slip into the seamless embrace of water; something ancient within us already trusts that this embrace will hold us.   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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. 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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. 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allowfullscreen\u003E\u003C\/iframe\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src=' http:\/\/www.bebekresimleri.biz\/data\/media\/46\/6.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge gainsboro\"height=\"630\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=red\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003EThe Thing Is\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=white\u003Eby Ellen Bass\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Cfont color=ivory\u003Eto love life, to love it even\u003Cbr\u003Ewhen you have no stomach for it\u003Cbr\u003Eand everything you've held dear\u003Cbr\u003Ecrumbles like burnt paper in your hands,\u003Cbr\u003Eyour throat filled with the silt of it.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img0.liveinternet.ru\/images\/attach\/c\/1\/\/49\/997\/49997345_27541.png'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=papayawhip\u003EWhen grief sits with you, its tropical heat\u003Cbr\u003Ethickening the air, heavy as water\u003Cbr\u003Emore fit for gills than lungs;\u003Cbr\u003Ewhen grief weights you like your own flesh\u003Cbr\u003Eonly more of it, an obesity of grief,\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img0.liveinternet.ru\/images\/attach\/c\/1\/\/49\/997\/49997345_27541.png'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=mintcream\u003Eyou think, How can a body withstand this?\u003Cbr\u003EThen you hold life like a face\u003Cbr\u003Ebetween your palms, a plain face,\u003Cbr\u003Eno charming smile, no violet eyes,\u003Cbr\u003Eand you say, yes, I will take you\u003Cbr\u003EI will love you, again.\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/pu.i.wp.pl\/k%2cMzU2MDg3ODksNzUyNTMz%2cf%2cswzv48.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='   http:\/\/img0.liveinternet.ru\/images\/attach\/c\/5\/86\/508\/86508510_0_3a550_dc1634e5_XL.jpg 'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge navajowhite\"height=\"690\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=navajowhite\u003EVladimir Volegov Art\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Cfont color=red\u003EHope\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont 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Bronte\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=blanchedalmond\u003ELIFE, believe, is not a dream\u003Cbr\u003ESo dark as sages say;\u003Cbr\u003EOft a little morning rain\u003Cbr\u003EForetells a pleasant day. \u003Cbr\u003ESometimes there are clouds of gloom,\u003Cbr\u003EBut these are transient all;\u003Cbr\u003EIf the shower will make the roses bloom,\u003Cbr\u003EO why lament its fall ? \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img0.liveinternet.ru\/images\/attach\/c\/1\/\/49\/997\/49997345_27541.png'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=linen\u003ERapidly, merrily,\u003Cbr\u003ELife's sunny hours flit by,\u003Cbr\u003EGratefully, cheerily,\u003Cbr\u003EEnjoy them as they fly ! \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img0.liveinternet.ru\/images\/attach\/c\/1\/\/49\/997\/49997345_27541.png'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=lemonchiffon\u003EWhat though Death at times steps in\u003Cbr\u003EAnd calls our Best away ?\u003Cbr\u003EWhat though sorrow seems to win,\u003Cbr\u003EO'er hope, a heavy sway ?\u003Cbr\u003EYet hope again elastic springs,\u003Cbr\u003EUnconquered, though she fell;\u003Cbr\u003EStill buoyant are her golden wings,\u003Cbr\u003EStill strong to bear us well.\u003Cbr\u003EManfully, fearlessly,\u003Cbr\u003EThe day of trial bear,\u003Cbr\u003EFor gloriously, victoriously,\u003Cbr\u003ECan courage quell despair !\u003Cbr\u003E   \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/pu.i.wp.pl\/k%2cMzU2MDg3ODksNzUyNTMz%2cf%2cswzv48.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='  http:\/\/images.betterphoto.com\/0014\/0308012020161staceymason1.jpg 'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge cornsilk\"height=\"600\"width=\"450\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=oldlace\u003ETo laugh often and much; To win the respect of intelligent people and the affection of children; To earn the appreciation of honest critics and endure the betrayal of false friends; To appreciate beauty, to find the best in others; To leave the world a bit better, whether by a healthy child, a garden patch, or a redeemed social condition; To know even one life has breathed easier because you have lived. This is to have succeeded.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003E Ralph Waldo Emerson\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img0.liveinternet.ru\/images\/attach\/c\/1\/\/49\/997\/49997345_27541.png'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cfont color=lightgoldenrodyellow\u003EAt any given moment, life is completely senseless. But viewed over  a period, it seems to reveal itself as an organism existing in  time, having a purpose, trending in a certain direction.\u003Cbr\u003E\t\u003Cfont color=red\u003E Aldous Huxley\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img0.liveinternet.ru\/images\/attach\/c\/1\/\/49\/997\/49997345_27541.png'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=cornsilk\u003ETwenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the  things you didn't do than the ones you did. So throw off  the bow lines, sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the  trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Live.\u003Cbr\u003E\t\u003Cfont color=red\u003EMark Twain\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/pu.i.wp.pl\/k%2cMzU2MDg3ODksNzUyNTMz%2cf%2cswzv48.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/data.imagup.com\/9\/1119968776.jpg 'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge sandybrown\"height=\"660\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Cfont color=sandybrown\u003ELook to this day\u003Cbr\u003Efor it is life\u003Cbr\u003Ethe very life of life.\u003Cbr\u003E  In its brief course lie all\u003Cbr\u003Ethe realities and truths of existence\u003Cbr\u003Ethe joy of growth\u003Cbr\u003Ethe splendor of action\u003Cbr\u003Ethe glory of power.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  For yesterday is but a memory\u003Cbr\u003EAnd tomorrow is only a vision.\u003Cbr\u003EBut today well lived\u003Cbr\u003Emakes every yesterday a memory\u003Cbr\u003Eof happiness\u003Cbr\u003Eand every tomorrow a vision of hope.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  Look well, therefore, to this day....\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cfont color=red\u003Eancient Sanskrit poem "},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/feeds\/7487202686723240267\/comments\/default","title":"Post Comments"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/10\/motivational-hope-and-life-poems-and.html#comment-form","title":"1 Comments"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/7487202686723240267"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/7487202686723240267"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/10\/motivational-hope-and-life-poems-and.html","title":"Motivational hope and life poems and quotes:The thing is by Ellen Bass\/Hope by Joseph Addison\/Life by Charlotte Bronte\/To look to this day(Ancient sanskrit poem\/Life quotes by Ralph Waldo Emerson,Mark Twain,Aldous Huxely "}],"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$media":"http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/","url":"https:\/\/img.youtube.com\/vi\/eclBEBSFN88\/default.jpg","height":"72","width":"72"},"thr$total":{"$t":"1"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4739814251441728812.post-3061560521226268969"},"published":{"$t":"2012-09-29T08:38:00.000-07:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2012-11-04T22:54:37.119-08:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Forgiveness and tolerance  poems and quotes"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"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":"Politics and freedom quotes"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Spirituality poems and quotes"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"A Plea For Liberty by Robert G Ingersoll"},"content":{"type":"html","$t":"    \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003E\u003Cfont color=aqua\u003EMusic:\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=aquamarine\u003EEvanthia Reboutsika -We will meet again\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Ciframe width=\"550\" height=\"380\" src=\"http:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/wEddsJL1tRw?feature=player_detailpage\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen\u003E\u003C\/iframe\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/nd01.jxs.cz\/955\/375\/7edc20d10a_51559583_o2.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge orangered\"height=\"650\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=red\u003ERobert Green Ingersoll on Liberty\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=white\u003E(1838-1899)\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003E\u003Cfont color=navajowhite\u003EI know not what discoveries, what inventions, what thoughts may leap from the brain of the world. I know not what garments  of glory may be woven by the years to come. I cannot dream of the victories to be won upon the fields of thought; but I do  know, that coming from the infinite sea of the future, there will never touch this \"bank and shoal of time\" a richer gift, a rarer  blessing than liberty for man, for woman, and for child.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E I would not wish to live in a world where I could not express my honest opinions.  Men who deny to others the right of speech are not fit to live with honest men.\u003Cbr\u003E  \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/i60.servimg.com\/u\/f60\/09\/00\/83\/47\/floral10.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=lightgoldenrodyellow\u003EA man has a right to work with his hands, to plow the earth, to sow the seed, and  that man has a right to reap the harvest. If we have not that right, then all are slaves  except those who take these rights from their fellow-men.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E If you have the right to work  with your hands and to gather the harvest for yourself and your children, have you not  a right to cultivate your brain? Have you not the right to read, to observe, to investigate —  and when you have so read and so investigated, have you not the right to reap that field?\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E And what is it to reap that field? It is simply to express what you have ascertained —  simply to give your thoughts to your fellow-men.\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/i60.servimg.com\/u\/f60\/09\/00\/83\/47\/floral10.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E  \u003Cfont color=navajowhite\u003EIf there is one subject in this world worthy of being discussed, worthy of being understood,  it is the question of intellectual liberty. Without that, we are simply painted clay; without  that, we are poor, miserable serfs and slaves. For thousands of years people have been trying to force other people to think their way.  Did they succeed? No. Will they succeed? No. Why? Because brute force is not an argument.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E Liberty cannot be sacrificed for the sake of anything.Yet some people would destroy the sun to prevent the growth of weeds. Liberty sustains the same relation to all the virtues that the sun does to life.\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/i60.servimg.com\/u\/f60\/09\/00\/83\/47\/floral10.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=lightgoldenrodyellow\u003EStanding in the presence of the Unknown, all have the same right to think, and all are equally interested  in the great questions of origin and destiny. All I claim, all I plead for, is liberty of thought and expression. \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003EThat is all. I do not pretend to tell what is absolutely true, but what I think is true. I do not pretend to tell all the truth. I do not claim that I have floated level with the heights of thought, or that I have descended to the very depths of things.  I simply claim that what ideas I have, I have a right to express; and that any man who denies that right to me is an  intellectual thief and robber. \u003Cbr\u003E  \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/i60.servimg.com\/u\/f60\/09\/00\/83\/47\/floral10.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cfont color=navajowhite\u003EI am a believer in liberty.To give to every other human being every right  that I claim for myself, and I grant to every other human being, not the right — because it is  his right — but instead of granting I declare that it is his right, to attack every doctrine that  I maintain, to answer every argument that I may urge .\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E I will not attack your doctrines nor your creeds if they accord liberty to me. If they hold thought to be dangerous - if they aver that doubt is a crime, then I attack them one and all, because they enslave the minds of men.\u003Cbr\u003E  \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/i60.servimg.com\/u\/f60\/09\/00\/83\/47\/floral10.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cfont color=lightgoldenrodyellow\u003EThey say to me, do you know more than all the theologians dead? Being a perfectly modest man  I say I think I do. Now we have come to the conclusion that every man has a right to think. \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003EWould God  give a bird wings and make it a crime to fly? Would he give me brains and make it a crime to think?  Any God that would damn one of his children for the expression of his honest thought wouldn't  make a decent thief.  \u003Cbr\u003E   \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/i60.servimg.com\/u\/f60\/09\/00\/83\/47\/floral10.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cfont color=navajowhite\u003E Most men are followers, and implicitly rely upon the judgment of others. They mistake solemnity  for wisdom, and regard a grave countenance as the title page and Preface to a most learned volume. \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003ESo they are easily imposed upon by forms, strange garments, and solemn ceremonies. And when  the teaching of parents, the customs of neighbors, and the general tongue approve and justify a belief  or creed, no matter how absurd, it is hard even for the strongest to hold the citadel of his soul. In each  country, in defence of each religion, the same arguments would be urged.\u003Cbr\u003E  \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/i60.servimg.com\/u\/f60\/09\/00\/83\/47\/floral10.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cfont color=lightgoldenrodyellow\u003EWhy should man be afraid to think, and why should he fear to express his thoughts? Is it possible that an infinite Deity is unwilling that a man should investigate the phenomena by which he is surrounded? \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003EIs it possible that a god delights in threatening and terrifying men? What glory, what honor and renown a god must win  on such a field! The ocean raving at a drop; a star envious of a candle; the sun jealous of a fire-fly.\u003Cbr\u003E   \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/i60.servimg.com\/u\/f60\/09\/00\/83\/47\/floral10.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cfont color=navajowhite\u003E You cannot change the conclusion of the brain by torture; nor by social ostracism. But I will tell you what you can do by these, and what you have done. \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003EYou can make hypocrites by the million. You can make a man say that he has changed his mind; but he remains of the same opinion still. Put fetters all over him; crush his feet in iron boots; stretch him to the last gasp upon the holy rack; burn him, if you please, but his ashes will be of the same opinion still.\u003Cbr\u003E  \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/i60.servimg.com\/u\/f60\/09\/00\/83\/47\/floral10.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cfont color=lightgoldenrodyellow\u003EThe greatest men the world has produced have known but little. They had a few facts, mingled with mistakes without number. In some departments they towered above their fellows, while in others they fell below the common level of mankind.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003EVolumes might be written upon the follies of great men. A full rounded man — a man of sterling sense and natural logic — is just as rare as a great painter, poet, or sculptor. If you tell your friend that he is not a painter, that he has no genius for poetry, he will probably admit the truth of what you say, without feeling that he has been insulted in the least. But if you tell him that he is not a logician, that he has but little idea of the value of a fact, that he has no real conception of what evidence is, and that he never had an original thought in his life, he will cut your acquaintance.\u003Cbr\u003E   \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/i60.servimg.com\/u\/f60\/09\/00\/83\/47\/floral10.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cfont color=navajowhite\u003EI am the inferior of any man whose rights I trample under foot. Men are not superior by reason  of the accidents of race or color. They are superior who have the best heart — the best brain.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E The superior man is the providence of the inferior. He is eyes for the blind, strength for the weak, and  a shield for the defenseless. He stands erect by bending above the fallen. He rises by lifting others.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E The life and death of Christ are worth the example, the moral force,  the heroism of benevolence.\u003Cbr\u003E   \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/i60.servimg.com\/u\/f60\/09\/00\/83\/47\/floral10.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cfont color=lightgoldenrodyellow\u003EWhoever has an opinion of his own, and honestly expresses it, will be guilty of heresy and blasphemy.They have not thought and suffered and died in vain.They  have  extend the hospitalities of the brain to a new thought.\u003Cbr\u003E  \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/i60.servimg.com\/u\/f60\/09\/00\/83\/47\/floral10.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=navajowhite\u003E What is real blasphemy?\u003Cbr\u003E Blasphemy is what an old mistake says of\u003Cbr\u003E a newly discovered truth.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003EBlasphemy is what a withered last year's leaf\u003Cbr\u003E says to a this year's bud.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003EBlasphemy is the bulwark of religious prejudice.\u003Cbr\u003EBlasphemy is the breastplate of the heartless.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003ENo man can blaspheme a book. No man can commit blasphemy\u003Cbr\u003E by telling his honest thought. No man can blaspheme a God.\u003Cbr\u003E The Infinite cannot be blasphemed.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  To live on the unpaid labor of other men\u003Cbr\u003E that is blasphemy.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003ETo enslave your fellow-man, to put chains \u003Cbr\u003Eupon his body — that is blasphemy.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003ETo enslave the minds of men, to put manacles \u003Cbr\u003Eupon the brain,padlocks upon the lips —that is blasphemy.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E To deny what you believe to be true, to admit to be true \u003Cbr\u003Ewhat you believe to be a lie — that is blasphemy.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003ETo strike the weak and unprotected, in order that you \u003Cbr\u003Emay gain the applause of the ignorant and superstitious \u003Cbr\u003Emob — that is blasphemy.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E To persecute the intelligent few, at the command of\u003Cbr\u003E the ignorant many — that is blasphemy.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003ETo forge chains, to build dungeons, for your honest\u003Cbr\u003E fellow-men — that is blasphemy.\u003Cbr\u003ETo violate your conscience — that is blasphemy.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003EThe jury that gives an unjust verdict, and the judge\u003Cbr\u003E who pronounces an unjust sentence, are blasphemers.\u003Cbr\u003EThe man who bows to public opinion against his better\u003Cbr\u003E judgment and against his honest conviction, is a blasphemer.\u003Cbr\u003E   \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/i60.servimg.com\/u\/f60\/09\/00\/83\/47\/floral10.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cfont color=lightgoldenrodyellow\u003E And now the question arises, what is worship? Who is a worshiper? \u003Cbr\u003EGood, honest, faithful work, is worship. The man who ploughs the fields and fells the forests; the man who works in mines, the man who battles with the winds and waves out on the wide sea, controlling the commerce of the world; these men are worshipers. The man who goes into the forest, leading his wife by the hand, who builds him a cabin, who makes a home in the wilderness, who helps to people and civilize and cultivate a continent, is a worshiper.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E Whoever increases the sum of human joy, is a worshiper. He who adds to the sum of human misery, is a blasphemer.\u003Cbr\u003E    \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/i60.servimg.com\/u\/f60\/09\/00\/83\/47\/floral10.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=navajowhite\u003ENo statute can ever convince me, that there is any infinite Being in this universe who hates an honest man. It is impossible to satisfy me that there is any God, or can be any God, who holds in abhorrence a soul that has the courage to express his thought. Neither can the whole world convince me that any man should be punished, either in this world or in the next, for being candid with his fellow-men.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E If you send men to the penitentiary for speaking their thoughts, for endeavoring to enlighten their fellows, then the penitentiary will become a place of honor, and the victim will step from it — not stained, not disgraced, but clad in robes of glory.\u003Cbr\u003E   \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/i60.servimg.com\/u\/f60\/09\/00\/83\/47\/floral10.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=lightgoldenrodyellow\u003ELet us take one more step.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cfont color=lightgoldenrodyellow\u003EWhat is holy, what is sacred? I reply that human happiness is holy, human rights are holy. The body and soul of man — these are sacred. \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E What we want is the truth, and does any one suppose that all of the truth is confined in one book — that the mysteries of the whole world are explained by one volume? All that is — all that conveys information to man — all that has been produced by the past — all that now exists — should be considered by an intelligent man. All the known truths of this world — all the philosophy, all the poems, all the pictures, all the statues, all the entrancing music — the prattle of babes, the lullaby of mothers, the words of honest men, the trumpet calls to duty — all these make up the bible of the world — everything that is noble and true and free, you will find in this great book.                                             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color=aqua\u003EMusic:Le petit garçon lyrics\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cfont color=white\u003Ede Serge Reggiani\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Ciframe width=\"550\" height=\"380\" src=\"http:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/AVJA0zDotSA?feature=player_detailpage\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen\u003E\u003C\/iframe\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E   \u003Cfont color=plum\u003ECe soir mon petit garçon\u003Cbr\u003EMon enfant, mon amour\u003Cbr\u003EIl pleut sur la maison\u003Cbr\u003EMon garçon, mon amour\u003Cbr\u003EComme tu lui ressembles!\u003Cbr\u003EOn reste tous les deux\u003Cbr\u003EOn va bien jouer ensemble\u003Cbr\u003EOn est là tous les deux\u003Cbr\u003ESeuls\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E Ce soir elle ne rentre pas\u003Cbr\u003EJe n'sais plus, je n'sais pas\u003Cbr\u003EElle écrira demain peut-être\u003Cbr\u003ENous aurons une lettre\u003Cbr\u003EIl pleut sur le jardin\u003Cbr\u003EJe vais faire du feu\u003Cbr\u003EJe n'ai pas de chagrin\u003Cbr\u003EOn est là tous les deux\u003Cbr\u003ESeuls\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E Attend, je sais des histoires\u003Cbr\u003EIl était une fois\u003Cbr\u003EIl pleut dans ma mémoire\u003Cbr\u003EJe crois, ne pleure pas\u003Cbr\u003EAttends, je sais des histoires\u003Cbr\u003EMais il fait un peu froid, ce soir\u003Cbr\u003EUne histoire de gens qui s'aiment\u003Cbr\u003EUne histoire de gens qui s'aiment\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E Tu vas voir\u003Cbr\u003ENe t'en vas pas\u003Cbr\u003ENe me laisse pas\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E Je ne sais plus faire du feu\u003Cbr\u003EMon enfant, mon amour\u003Cbr\u003EJe ne peux plus grand-chose\u003Cbr\u003EMon garçon, mon amour\u003Cbr\u003EComme tu lui ressembles!\u003Cbr\u003EOn est là tous les deux\u003Cbr\u003EPerdus parmi les choses\u003Cbr\u003EDans cette grande chambre\u003Cbr\u003ESeuls\u003Cbr\u003E On va jouer à la guerre\u003Cbr\u003EEt tu t'endormiras\u003Cbr\u003ECe soir, elle ne sera pas là\u003Cbr\u003EJe n'sais plus, je n'sais pas\u003Cbr\u003EJe n'aime pas 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src='http:\/\/marciokenobi.files.wordpress.com\/2012\/04\/were-not-gonna-fall.jpg?w=645\u0026h=645'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge cyan\"height=\"610\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=red\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003EListen Deeply\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=white\u003ENanna Aida Svendsen\u003Cbr\u003EFrom Of Water Lilies and Warm Hearts\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Cfont color=aqua\u003EListen deeply\u003Cbr\u003Eto the soft voice\u003Cbr\u003Eof your soul.\u003Cbr\u003EIt knows who\u003Cbr\u003Eyou are.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/pu.i.wp.pl\/k%2cMzU2MDg3ODksNzUyNTMz%2cf%2c12kiu.giflo.gifki.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=pink\u003EEven when lonely\u003Cbr\u003Ehow intimately\u003Cbr\u003Eyou belong.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003EIts wisdom resounds\u003Cbr\u003Ebeneath the nagging\u003Cbr\u003Eof your shame, guilt and fear.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/pu.i.wp.pl\/k%2cMzU2MDg3ODksNzUyNTMz%2cf%2c12kiu.giflo.gifki.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=aqua\u003EThe tender presence\u003Cbr\u003Eof your core brings solace\u003Cbr\u003Ewhen needed.\u003Cbr\u003EA sense of rightness\u003Cbr\u003Ewhen remembered.\u003Cbr\u003ECommunion when close.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/pu.i.wp.pl\/k%2cMzU2MDg3ODksNzUyNTMz%2cf%2c12kiu.giflo.gifki.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=pink\u003EThe sound\u003Cbr\u003Eof your original voice\u003Cbr\u003Ecalls you to essence\u003Cbr\u003Eover and over again,\u003Cbr\u003Esometimes with such\u003Cbr\u003Evital vulnerability\u003Cbr\u003Eyou would weep.\u003Cbr\u003ESometimes with such\u003Cbr\u003Efiery ferocity you would cry.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E Sometimes with such softness\u003Cbr\u003Eit calls for your surrender.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/pu.i.wp.pl\/k%2cMzU2MDg3ODksNzUyNTMz%2cf%2c12kiu.giflo.gifki.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=aqua\u003EYes,\u003Cbr\u003Elisten deeply\u003Cbr\u003Eto the gifted grace\u003Cbr\u003Eof your soul.\u003Cbr\u003EAnd in the listening\u003Cbr\u003Emay the beauty\u003Cbr\u003Eof your life\u003Cbr\u003Ebe revealed.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E   \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/gallery.photo.net\/photo\/8478968-md.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge dark\"height=\"700\"width=\"550\"\u003E \u003Cfont color=red\u003ESweet Darkness\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=white\u003EDavid Whyte\u003Cbr\u003E (House of Belonging)\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E   \u003Cfont color=navajowhite\u003EWhen your eyes are tired\u003Cbr\u003Ethe world is tired also.\u003Cbr\u003EWhen your vision has gone... \u003Cbr\u003Eno part of the world can find you.\u003Cbr\u003ETime to go into the dark\u003Cbr\u003Ewhere the night has eyes\u003Cbr\u003Eto recognize its own.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/pu.i.wp.pl\/k%2cMzU2MDg3ODksNzUyNTMz%2cf%2clinky_5__9_.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=peachpuff\u003EThere you can be sure\u003Cbr\u003Eyou are not beyond love.\u003Cbr\u003EThe dark will be your womb tonight.\u003Cbr\u003EThe night will give you a horizon\u003Cbr\u003Efurther than you can see.\u003Cbr\u003EYou must learn one thing:\u003Cbr\u003Ethe world was made to be free in.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/pu.i.wp.pl\/k%2cMzU2MDg3ODksNzUyNTMz%2cf%2clinky_5__9_.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=blanchedalmond\u003EGive up all the other worlds\u003Cbr\u003Eexcept the one to which you belong.\u003Cbr\u003ESometimes it takes darkness and the sweet\u003Cbr\u003Econfinement of your aloneness to learn\u003Cbr\u003Eanything or anyone that does not bring you alive\u003Cbr\u003Eis too small for you.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/www.artleo.com\/pic\/201203\/960x800\/artleo.com-20226.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge darkorange\"height=\"680\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cfont color=red\u003EFalling Down \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=white\u003Eby Nanna Aida Svendsen\u003Cbr\u003EFrom ‘Of Water Lilies and Warm Hearts’ \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=lightsalmon\u003EWe try so hard\u003Cbr\u003ETo stay up\u003Cbr\u003ETo keep from falling down\u003Cbr\u003EYet there is a falling\u003Cbr\u003EInto ourselves,\u003Cbr\u003EThat is of the essence.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/pu.i.wp.pl\/k%2cMzU2MDg3ODksNzUyNTMz%2cf%2clinky_5__9_.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=khaki\u003EThere is a tumbling\u003Cbr\u003EInto the heart\u003Cbr\u003EThat means we must open\u003Cbr\u003ETo our beauty and our pain.\u003Cbr\u003EWithout a willingness\u003Cbr\u003ETo surrender\u003Cbr\u003ETo a flow of feelings\u003Cbr\u003EReceive them with compassion\u003Cbr\u003EWe may never come to know\u003Cbr\u003EThat sweet sense\u003Cbr\u003EOf oneness with ourselves.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/pu.i.wp.pl\/k%2cMzU2MDg3ODksNzUyNTMz%2cf%2clinky_5__9_.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=lightsalmon\u003EThat simple bliss\u003Cbr\u003EIn being\u003Cbr\u003EBeneath all our distress.\u003Cbr\u003EWithout a willingness\u003Cbr\u003ETo surrender\u003Cbr\u003EAnd turn attention\u003Cbr\u003ETo the quiet\u003Cbr\u003EThat underlies the turmoil\u003Cbr\u003EOf the mind\u003Cbr\u003EWe may never come know\u003Cbr\u003EThat sweet sense\u003Cbr\u003Eof oneness\u003Cbr\u003EWith existence.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/pu.i.wp.pl\/k%2cMzU2MDg3ODksNzUyNTMz%2cf%2clinky_5__9_.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=khaki\u003EThat sweet sense\u003Cbr\u003Eof love and trust and flow.\u003Cbr\u003EWe try so hard to stay up\u003Cbr\u003EYet there is a falling down,\u003Cbr\u003EThat is of the essence.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E   \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/3.bp.blogspot.com\/-Sn0zVMFv1pU\/TbAeZlI7IHI\/AAAAAAAAAIs\/DtY3mtDNUQw\/s1600\/Lilith.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge black\"height=\"530\"width=\"510\"\u003E \u003Cfont color=red\u003EThe Journey\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=white\u003EMary Oliver\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=cornsilk\u003EOne day you finally knew \u003Cbr\u003Ewhat you had to do, and began, \u003Cbr\u003Ethough the voices around you \u003Cbr\u003Ekept shouting \u003Cbr\u003Etheir bad advice-\u003Cbr\u003Ethough the whole house \u003Cbr\u003Ebegan to tremble \u003Cbr\u003Eand you felt the old tug \u003Cbr\u003Eat your ankles. \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/pu.i.wp.pl\/k%2cMzU2MDg3ODksNzUyNTMz%2cf%2clinky_5__9_.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=navajowhite\u003E\"Mend my life!\" \u003Cbr\u003Eeach voice cried. \u003Cbr\u003EBut you didn't stop. \u003Cbr\u003EYou knew what you had to do, \u003Cbr\u003Ethough the wind pried \u003Cbr\u003Ewith its stiff fingers \u003Cbr\u003Eat the very foundations,\u003Cbr\u003E though their melancholy was terrible.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/pu.i.wp.pl\/k%2cMzU2MDg3ODksNzUyNTMz%2cf%2clinky_5__9_.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=cornsilk\u003EIt was already late \u003Cbr\u003Eenough, and a wild night, \u003Cbr\u003Eand the road full of fallen branches and stones. \u003Cbr\u003Ebut little by little, \u003Cbr\u003Eas you left their voices behind, \u003Cbr\u003Ethe stars began to burn \u003Cbr\u003Ethrough the sheets of clouds, \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/pu.i.wp.pl\/k%2cMzU2MDg3ODksNzUyNTMz%2cf%2clinky_5__9_.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=navajowhite\u003Eand there was a new voice \u003Cbr\u003Ewhich you slowly \u003Cbr\u003Erecognized as your own, \u003Cbr\u003Ethat kept you company \u003Cbr\u003Eas you strode deeper and deeper \u003Cbr\u003Einto the world, \u003Cbr\u003Edetermined to do \u003Cbr\u003Ethe only thing you could do-\u003Cbr\u003Edetermined to save \u003Cbr\u003Ethe only life you could save\u003Cbr\u003E"},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/feeds\/7773381270972445056\/comments\/default","title":"Post Comments"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/09\/spiritual-and-life-reflective.html#comment-form","title":"0 Comments"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/7773381270972445056"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/7773381270972445056"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/09\/spiritual-and-life-reflective.html","title":"Spiritual and life reflective inspirational poems:Listen Deeply poem,Falling Down poem by Nanna Aida Svendsen\/Sweet Darkness by David Whyte,The Journey by PMary Oliver 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pictures"},{"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","$t":"Things That Never Die by Charles Dickens,inspirational love,humanism,human character and life quotes by D.H. Lawrence,Hermann Hesse,C. JoyBell C.Victor Hugo"},"content":{"type":"html","$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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There are moments when,  whatever be the attitude of the body, the soul is on its knees.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EVictor Hugo\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/s4.images.drive2.ru\/user.blog.photos\/x6\/0400\/000\/000\/212\/696\/88ce6729e36bedbb-large.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge cornsilk\"height=\"650\"width=\"490\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=cornsilk\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003EGabriel Picart Art\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=red\u003EA Prayer For Growing Old Gracefully \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=white\u003EUnknown\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=navajowhite\u003ELord, Thou knowest better than I myself that \u003Cbr\u003EI am growing older and will someday be old. \u003Cbr\u003EKeep me from the fatal habit of thinking \u003Cbr\u003EI must say something on every subject and on \u003Cbr\u003Eevery occasion.Release me from craving to \u003Cbr\u003Estraighten out everybody's affairs. \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/www.todancewithangels.com\/golddividersmallrose.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=cornsilk\u003EMake me thoughtful but not moody; helpful but\u003Cbr\u003E not bossy. With my vast store of wisdom, it\u003Cbr\u003E seems a pity not to use it all; but Thou \u003Cbr\u003Eknowest, Lord, that I want a few friends at \u003Cbr\u003Ethe end. Keep my mind free from the recital \u003Cbr\u003Eof endless details; give me wings to get to\u003Cbr\u003E the point.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/www.todancewithangels.com\/golddividersmallrose.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cfont color=navajowhite\u003ESeal my lips on my aches and pains; they are\u003Cbr\u003E increasing, and love of rehearsing them is\u003Cbr\u003E becoming sweeter as the years go by.I dare\u003Cbr\u003E not ask for improved memory, but for a growing\u003Cbr\u003E humility and a lessening cock-sureness when\u003Cbr\u003E my memory seems to clash with the memories of others.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/www.todancewithangels.com\/golddividersmallrose.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cfont color=cornsilk\u003ETeach me the glorious lesson that occasionally \u003Cbr\u003EI may be mistaken.Keep me reasonably sweet, \u003Cbr\u003Efor a sour old person is one of the crowning \u003Cbr\u003Eworks of the devil. Give me the ability to \u003Cbr\u003Esee good things in unexpected places and talents\u003Cbr\u003E in unexpected people; and give, O Lord, \u003Cbr\u003Ethe grace to tell them so.\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/www.horolezec.cz\/images\/galery\/gal_66\/cechy2\/velke\/ruzak_slun.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge black\"height=\"730\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cfont color=red\u003ESutta Nipata\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=white\u003EBuddha's Discourse on Good Will\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=darkorange\u003EMay all beings be filled with joy and peace.\u003Cbr\u003EMay all beings everywhere,\u003Cbr\u003EThe strong and the weak,\u003Cbr\u003EThe great and the small,\u003Cbr\u003EThe mean and the powerful,\u003Cbr\u003EThe short and the long,\u003Cbr\u003Ethe subtle and the gross:\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/www.todancewithangels.com\/golddividersmallrose.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=goldenrod\u003EMay all beings everywhere,\u003Cbr\u003ESeen and unseen,\u003Cbr\u003EDwelling far off or nearby,\u003Cbr\u003EBeing or waiting to become:\u003Cbr\u003EMay all be filled with lasting joy.\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/www.todancewithangels.com\/golddividersmallrose.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=darkorange\u003ELet no one deceive another,\u003Cbr\u003ELet no one anywhere despise another,\u003Cbr\u003ELet no one out of anger or resentment\u003Cbr\u003EWish suffering on anyone at all.\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/www.todancewithangels.com\/golddividersmallrose.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=goldenrod\u003EJust as a mother with her own life\u003Cbr\u003EProtects her child, her only child, from harm,\u003Cbr\u003ESo within yourself let grow\u003Cbr\u003EA boundless love for all creatures.\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/www.todancewithangels.com\/golddividersmallrose.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=darkorange\u003ELet your love flow outward through the universe,\u003Cbr\u003ETo its height, its depth, its broad extent,\u003Cbr\u003EA limitless love, without hatred or enmity.\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/www.todancewithangels.com\/golddividersmallrose.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=goldenrod\u003EThen as you stand or walk,\u003Cbr\u003ESit or lie down,\u003Cbr\u003EAs long as you are awake,\u003Cbr\u003EStrive for this with a one-pointed mind;\u003Cbr\u003EYour life will bring heaven to earth.\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/www.horolezec.cz\/images\/galery\/gal_66\/cechy2\/velke\/voder_mlha.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge black\"height=\"720\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cfont color=red\u003EThe Merton Prayer\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cfont color=red\u003EThomas Merton, \"Thoughts in Solitude\"\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Cfont color=plum\u003EMY LORD GOD, I have no idea where I am going. \u003Cbr\u003EI do not see the road ahead of me. I cannot\u003Cbr\u003E know for certain where it will end. Nor do \u003Cbr\u003EI really know myself, and the fact that I think\u003Cbr\u003E I am following your will does not mean that \u003Cbr\u003EI am actually doing so. But I believe that\u003Cbr\u003E the desire to please you does in fact please you.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/www.todancewithangels.com\/golddividersmallrose.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cfont color=powderblue\u003EAnd I hope I have that desire in all that I am \u003Cbr\u003Edoing. I hope that I will never do anything apart\u003Cbr\u003E from that desire. And I know that if I do this\u003Cbr\u003E you will lead me by the right road, though I may\u003Cbr\u003E know nothing about it. Therefore I will trust \u003Cbr\u003Eyou always though I may seem to be lost and in\u003Cbr\u003E the shadow of death. I will not fear, for you \u003Cbr\u003Eare ever with me, and you will never leave me\u003Cbr\u003E to face my perils alone.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/a.pix.ge\/m\/trmj4.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge black\"height=\"660\"width=\"550\"\u003E \u003Cfont color=red\u003EPrayer of Saint Francis of Assisi\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=peachpuff\u003ELord, make me an instrument of your peace.\u003Cbr\u003EWhere there is hatred, let me sow love;\u003Cbr\u003Ewhere there is injury,pardon;\u003Cbr\u003Ewhere there is doubt, faith;\u003Cbr\u003Ewhere there is despair, hope;\u003Cbr\u003Ewhere there is darkness, light;\u003Cbr\u003Eand where there is sadness, joy.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/www.todancewithangels.com\/golddividersmallrose.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E O Divine Master, grant that I may not so much seek\u003Cbr\u003Eto be consoled as to console;\u003Cbr\u003Eto be understood as to understand;\u003Cbr\u003Eto be loved as to love.\u003Cbr\u003EFor it is in giving that we receive;\u003Cbr\u003Eit is in pardoning that we are pardoned;\u003Cbr\u003Eand it is in dying that we are born to eternal life. \u003Cbr\u003E     "},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/feeds\/6677060670693351423\/comments\/default","title":"Post Comments"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/09\/a-prayer-for-growing-old-gracefully-by.html#comment-form","title":"0 Comments"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/6677060670693351423"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/6677060670693351423"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/09\/a-prayer-for-growing-old-gracefully-by.html","title":"A Prayer For Growing Old Gracefully by UNknown\/Buddha\u0026#39;s Discourse on Good Will\/\/The Merton Prayer\/Prayer of Saint Francis of Assisi"}],"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\/B7qOvF5ARNE\/default.jpg","height":"72","width":"72"},"thr$total":{"$t":"0"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4739814251441728812.post-3079141557031046682"},"published":{"$t":"2012-09-07T07:45:00.000-07:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2012-11-04T22:54:38.228-08:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational and motivational poems"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational music"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Love poems"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Painting and fine art"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Tagore quotes and poems"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Woman poems and quotes"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"Rabindranath Tagore Poems on Romantic Love :41 -The Gardener;40 - The Gardener;Unending Love;I Found A Few Old Letters"},"content":{"type":"html","$t":"  \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cfont color=aqua\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003EMusic:\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=aquamarine\u003EKevin Kern-Always Near\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Ciframe width=\"550\" height=\"380\" src=\"http:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/SQkxgDtpZFA?feature=player_detailpage\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen\u003E\u003C\/iframe\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/files.myopera.com\/amarys2art\/albums\/7934332\/19_Richard%20S.%20Johnson_venice-and-roses.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge firebrick\"height=\"670\"width=\"510\"\u003E\u003Cfont color=lemonchiffon\u003ERichard Johnson Art\u003Cbr\u003E  \u003Cfont color=red\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003E41 - The Gardener\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=white\u003E Rabindranath Tagore\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=pink\u003EI long to speak the deepest words I have to say to you;\u003Cbr\u003E but I dare not, for fear you should laugh. \u003Cbr\u003EThat is why I laugh at myself and shatter my secret in jest. \u003Cbr\u003EI make light of my pain, afraid you should do so.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img0.liveinternet.ru\/images\/attach\/c\/2\/\/71\/650\/71650501_1299426176_0_40024_b8037b33_XLjpg.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=palegreen\u003EI long to tell you the truest words I have to say to you;\u003Cbr\u003E but I dare not, being afraid that you would not believe them. \u003Cbr\u003EThat is why I disguise them in untruth, saying the contrary of \u003Cbr\u003Ewhat I mean. \u003Cbr\u003EI make my pain appear absurd, afraid that you should do so.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img0.liveinternet.ru\/images\/attach\/c\/2\/\/71\/650\/71650501_1299426176_0_40024_b8037b33_XLjpg.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=pink\u003EI long to use the most precious words I have for you;\u003Cbr\u003E but I dare not, fearing I should not be paid with like value. \u003Cbr\u003EThat is why I gave you hard names and boast\u003Cbr\u003E of my callous strength. \u003Cbr\u003EI hurt you, for fear you should never know any pain.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img0.liveinternet.ru\/images\/attach\/c\/2\/\/71\/650\/71650501_1299426176_0_40024_b8037b33_XLjpg.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=palegreen\u003EI long to sit silent by you; but I dare not lest my heart come \u003Cbr\u003Eout at my lips. \u003Cbr\u003EThat is why I prattle and chatter lightly and hide my heart \u003Cbr\u003Ebehind words. \u003Cbr\u003EI rudely handle my pain, for fear you should do so.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img0.liveinternet.ru\/images\/attach\/c\/2\/\/71\/650\/71650501_1299426176_0_40024_b8037b33_XLjpg.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=pink\u003EI long to go away from your side; but I dare not, for fear my \u003Cbr\u003Ecowardice should become known to you. \u003Cbr\u003EThat is why I hold my head high and carelessly\u003Cbr\u003E come into your presence. \u003Cbr\u003EConstant thrusts from your eyes keep my pain fresh for ever.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img-fotki.yandex.ru\/get\/4408\/v-chapenko.66\/0_5c18d_b0b5a417_XL.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge yellowgreen\"height=\"670\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=yellowgreen\u003EWilhelm Amberg Art\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=red\u003E40 - The Gardener\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=white\u003E Rabindranath Tagore\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=khaki\u003EAn unbelieving smile flits on your eyes when I come to you to \u003Cbr\u003Etake my leave. \u003Cbr\u003EI have done it so often that you think I will soon return. \u003Cbr\u003ETo tell you the truth I have the same doubt in my mind. \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E For the spring days come again time after time; the full moon \u003Cbr\u003Etakes leave and comes on another visit, the flowers come again \u003Cbr\u003Eand blush upon their branches year after year, and it is likely \u003Cbr\u003Ethat I take my leave only to come to you again. \u003Cbr\u003EBut keep the illusion awhile; do not send it away \u003Cbr\u003Ewith ungentle haste. \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E When I say I leave you for all time, accept it as true, and let \u003Cbr\u003Ea mist of tears for one moment deepen \u003Cbr\u003Ethe dark rim of your eyes. \u003Cbr\u003EThen smile as archly as you like when I come again.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img-fotki.yandex.ru\/get\/4206\/v-chapenko.33\/0_2a0b2_aab0150f_XL.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge greenyellow\"height=\"650\"width=\"500\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfonbt color=pale green\u003ERichard Johnson Art\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=red\u003EUnending Love \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=white\u003E Rabindranath Tagore\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Cfont color=greenyellow\u003EI seem to have loved you in numberless forms,\u003Cbr\u003E numberless times…In life after life, in age\u003Cbr\u003E after age, forever.\u003Cbr\u003EMy spellbound heart has made and remade the necklace \u003Cbr\u003Eof songs,that you take as a gift, wear round your neck\u003Cbr\u003E in your many forms,In life after life, in age after age, forever.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img0.liveinternet.ru\/images\/attach\/c\/2\/\/71\/650\/71650501_1299426176_0_40024_b8037b33_XLjpg.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=blanchedalmond\u003EWhenever I hear old chronicles of love, it's age-old pain,\u003Cbr\u003EIt's ancient tale of being apart or together.\u003Cbr\u003EAs I stare on and on into the past, in the end you emerge,\u003Cbr\u003EClad in the light of a pole-star piercing the darkness of time:\u003Cbr\u003EYou become an image of what is remembered forever.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img0.liveinternet.ru\/images\/attach\/c\/2\/\/71\/650\/71650501_1299426176_0_40024_b8037b33_XLjpg.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=reenyellow\u003EYou and I have floated here on the stream that \u003Cbr\u003Ebrings from the fount.\u003Cbr\u003EAt the heart of time, love of one for another.\u003Cbr\u003EWe have played along side millions of lovers, shared in \u003Cbr\u003Ethe same shy sweetness of meeting, the same distressful\u003Cbr\u003E tears of farewell-Old love but in shapes that renew and\u003Cbr\u003E renew forever.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img0.liveinternet.ru\/images\/attach\/c\/2\/\/71\/650\/71650501_1299426176_0_40024_b8037b33_XLjpg.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=cornsilk\u003EToday it is heaped at your feet, it has found its end in you\u003Cbr\u003EThe love of all man’s days both past and forever:\u003Cbr\u003EUniversal joy, universal sorrow, universal life.\u003Cbr\u003EThe memories of all loves merging with this one love of ours – \u003Cbr\u003EAnd the songs of every poet past and forever.\u003Cbr\u003E   \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/3.bp.blogspot.com\/-fo5uY-LHHzw\/TqNU4P_5xDI\/AAAAAAAAZAY\/ein6R266q88\/s1600\/Johanna+Harmon+-+Tutt%2527Art%2540+%25289%2529.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge darkseagreen\"height=\"700\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cfont color=darkseagreen\u003EJohanna Harmon Art\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Cfont color=red\u003EI Found A Few Old Letters\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=white\u003ERabindranath Tagore\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=navajowhite\u003EI found a few old letters of mine carefully hidden in thy box\u003Cbr\u003Ea few small toys for thy memory to play with. With a timorous\u003Cbr\u003E heart thou didst try to steal these trifles from the turbulent\u003Cbr\u003E stream of time which washes away planets and stars,and didst\u003Cbr\u003E say, “These are only mine!” Alas, there is no one now who can \u003Cbr\u003Eclaim them—who is able to pay their price; yet they are still\u003Cbr\u003E here. Is there no love in this world to rescue thee from utter\u003Cbr\u003E loss, even like this love of thine that saved these letters\u003Cbr\u003E with such fond care?\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img0.liveinternet.ru\/images\/attach\/c\/2\/\/71\/650\/71650501_1299426176_0_40024_b8037b33_XLjpg.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=lemonchiffon\u003EO woman, thou camest for a moment to my side and touched me \u003Cbr\u003Ewith the great mystery of the woman that there is in the heart\u003Cbr\u003E of creation—she who ever gives back to God his own outflow of\u003Cbr\u003Esweetness; who is the eternal love and beauty and youth; who\u003Cbr\u003E dances in bubbling streams and sings in the morning light;\u003Cbr\u003E who with heaving waves suckles the thirsty earth and whose \u003Cbr\u003Emercy melts in rain; in whom the eternal one breaks in two\u003Cbr\u003E in joy that can contain itself no more and overflows in \u003Cbr\u003Ethe pain of love. 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src=\"http:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/_um7YA10oS8?feature=player_detailpage\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen\u003E\u003C\/iframe\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003EClose To You lyrics\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=white\u003EKate Wolf\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=mistyrose\u003EI like the way you smile.\u003Cbr\u003EIt reminds me of a happy child\u003Cbr\u003EIt makes me feel a little less alone\u003Cbr\u003EI miss you when you're gone\u003Cbr\u003EThe hours, they stretch on and on\u003Cbr\u003ELike water dripping slowly on a stone\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E You're such a mystery\u003Cbr\u003EThe way you look at me\u003Cbr\u003EWith that light that shines from some place I can't go\u003Cbr\u003EIt could take you by surprise\u003Cbr\u003EWhen you realized \u003Cbr\u003EThat you loved me though you've never told me so\u003Cbr\u003EYou know I want to say so many things to you today\u003Cbr\u003EBut you've got me feeling like I'm flying blind\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E I think if you were here, \u003Cbr\u003EThe words would ring crystal clear\u003Cbr\u003EFrom this heart that learning how to speak its mind\u003Cbr\u003EYou fight for truth with love\u003Cbr\u003EYou're an iron hand in a velvet glove\u003Cbr\u003EIt's the kind of strength that makes a gentle man\u003Cbr\u003EBut I'm a child of the wind\u003Cbr\u003EI've been blown away, but I'm back again\u003Cbr\u003EI just don't know if you really understand\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E Sunlight moves across the floor\u003Cbr\u003EThere's a soft breeze through the open door\u003Cbr\u003EA sleepy cat laying on the window sill\u003Cbr\u003EOn this lazy afternoon, like honey on a silver spoon,\u003Cbr\u003EThe memory of your smile is with me still\u003Cbr\u003EDon't tell me that it's wrong to say \u003Cbr\u003EI love you with a song\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E When the words won't come, I've seen you do it 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color=white\u003EElizabeth Barrett Browning\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E   \u003Cfont color=lightsalmon\u003ELove me Sweet, with all thou art, \u003Cbr\u003EFeeling, thinking, seeing; \u003Cbr\u003ELove me in the lightest part, \u003Cbr\u003ELove me in full being. \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=mistyrose\u003ELove me with thine open youth \u003Cbr\u003EIn its frank surrender; \u003Cbr\u003EWith the vowing of thy mouth, \u003Cbr\u003EWith its silence tender. \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=lightsalmon\u003ELove me with thine azure eyes,\u003Cbr\u003E  Made for earnest grantings; \u003Cbr\u003ETaking colour from the skies, \u003Cbr\u003ECan Heaven's truth be wanting? \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=mistyrose\u003ELove me with their lids, that fall\u003Cbr\u003E  Snow-like at first meeting; \u003Cbr\u003ELove me with thine heart, that all \u003Cbr\u003ENeighbours then see beating. \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=lightsalmon\u003ELove me with thine hand stretched out \u003Cbr\u003EFreely -- open-minded: \u003Cbr\u003ELove me with thy loitering foot, -- \u003Cbr\u003EHearing one behind it. \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=mistyrose\u003ELove me with thy voice, that turns \u003Cbr\u003ESudden faint above me; \u003Cbr\u003ELove me with thy blush that burns \u003Cbr\u003EWhen I murmur 'Love me!' \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Cfont color=lightsalmon\u003ELove me with thy thinking soul, \u003Cbr\u003EBreak it to love-sighing; \u003Cbr\u003ELove me with thy thoughts that roll \u003Cbr\u003EOn through living -- dying. \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=mistyrose\u003ELove me in thy gorgeous airs, \u003Cbr\u003EWhen the world has crowned thee; \u003Cbr\u003ELove me, kneeling at thy prayers, \u003Cbr\u003EWith the angels round thee.\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cb\u003E  \u003Cfont color=lightsalmon\u003ELove me pure, as muses do, \u003Cbr\u003EUp the woodlands shady: \u003Cbr\u003ELove me gaily, fast and true, 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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"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"How to Win Friends \u0026 Influence People by Dale Carnegie."},"content":{"type":"html","$t":"  \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003EExcerpts from \"How to Win Friends \u0026 Influence People\" (1936)\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=cornsilk\u003E  Dale Carnegie.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003E\u003Cfont color=aqua\u003EMusic:\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=aquamarine\u003EFREDERIC DELARUE - Beauty of forgiveness\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Ciframe width=\"550\" height=\"380\" src=\"http:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/huRymi4v6Bk?feature=player_detailpage\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen\u003E\u003C\/iframe\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/boudicabpi.files.wordpress.com\/2011\/08\/whatif.jpg?w=640'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge burlywood\"height=\"500\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Cfont color=navajowhite\u003EWhen dealing with people, let us remember we are not dealing  with creatures of logic. We are dealing with creatures of emotion,  creatures bristling with prejudices and motivated by pride and vanity. \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/pu.i.wp.pl\/k%2cMzU2MDg3ODksNzUyNTMz%2cf%2clinie14.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=goldenrod\u003EThere is one all-important law of human conduct. If we obey\u003Cbr\u003E that law, we shall almost never get into trouble. \u003Cbr\u003EIn fact, that law, if obeyed, will bring us countless friends \u003Cbr\u003Eand constant happiness.But the very instant we break the law,\u003Cbr\u003E we shall get into endless trouble. \u003Cbr\u003EThe law is this: Always make the other person feel important. \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/pu.i.wp.pl\/k%2cMzU2MDg3ODksNzUyNTMz%2cf%2clinie14.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=navajowhite\u003EThe unvarnished truth is that almost all the people you meet feel\u003Cbr\u003E themselves superior to you in some way, and a sure way to their\u003Cbr\u003E hearts is to let them realize in some subtle way that you \u003Cbr\u003Erecognize their importance, and recognize it sincerely.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E Three-fourths of the people you will ever meet are hungering and\u003Cbr\u003E thirsting for sympathy. Give it to them, and they will love you.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/pu.i.wp.pl\/k%2cMzU2MDg3ODksNzUyNTMz%2cf%2clinie14.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=goldenrod\u003E The deepest principle in human nature is the craving to be\u003Cbr\u003E appreciated and loved.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E The difference between appreciation and flattery? \u003Cbr\u003EThat is simple.\u003Cbr\u003E One is sincere and the other insincere. One comes from\u003Cbr\u003E the heart out; the other from the teeth out. One is \u003Cbr\u003Eunselfish; the other selfish.\u003Cbr\u003E One is universally admired; the other universally condemned.\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/pu.i.wp.pl\/k%2cMzU2MDg3ODksNzUyNTMz%2cf%2clinie14.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=navajowhite\u003EYou can make more friends in two months by becoming \u003Cbr\u003Einterested in other people than you can in two years\u003Cbr\u003E by trying to get other people interested in you. \u003Cbr\u003EIf we want to make friends, let's put ourselves out\u003Cbr\u003E to do things for other people - things that require time,\u003Cbr\u003E energy, unselfishness and thoughtfulness.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/pu.i.wp.pl\/k%2cMzU2MDg3ODksNzUyNTMz%2cf%2clinie14.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cfont color=goldenrod\u003EWhenever Roosevelt expected a visitor, he sat up late the night\u003Cbr\u003E before, reading up on the subject in which he knew his guest\u003Cbr\u003E was particularly interested. For Roosevelt knew, as all \u003Cbr\u003Eleaders know, that the royal road to a person's heart is \u003Cbr\u003Eto talk about the things he or she treasures most.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/pu.i.wp.pl\/k%2cMzU2MDg3ODksNzUyNTMz%2cf%2clinie14.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=navajowhite\u003EWouldn't you like to have a magic phrase that would stop \u003Cbr\u003Earguments, eliminate ill feeling,create good will, and make\u003Cbr\u003E the other person listen attentively? Yes? All right. \u003Cbr\u003EHere it is:\u003Cbr\u003E \"I don't blame you one iota for feeling as you do. If I were you\u003Cbr\u003E I would undoubtedly feel just as you do.\" \u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/pu.i.wp.pl\/k%2cMzU2MDg3ODksNzUyNTMz%2cf%2clinie14.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=goldenrod\u003EYou can tell people they are wrong by a look or an intonation or \u003Cbr\u003Ea gesture just as eloquently as you can in words - and if you tell\u003Cbr\u003E them they are wrong, do you make them want to agree with you? \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003ENever! For you have struck a direct blow at their intelligence,\u003Cbr\u003E judgment, pride and self-respect. That will make them want to\u003Cbr\u003E strike back. But it will never make them want\u003Cbr\u003E to change their minds.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E You may then hurl at them all the logic of a Plato \u003Cbr\u003Eor an Immanuel Kant,but you will not alter their opinions,\u003Cbr\u003E for you have hurt their feelings.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/pu.i.wp.pl\/k%2cMzU2MDg3ODksNzUyNTMz%2cf%2clinie14.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=navajowhite\u003ECall attention to people's mistakes indirectly.\u003Cbr\u003EWhen we are wrong, we may admit it to ourselves. \u003Cbr\u003EAnd if we are handled gently and tactfully, we may\u003Cbr\u003E  admit it to others and even take pride in our \u003Cbr\u003Efrankness and broad-mindedness. But not if someone\u003Cbr\u003E else is trying to ram the unpalatable fact down \u003Cbr\u003Eour esophagus.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E If you argue and rankle and contradict, you may achieve\u003Cbr\u003E a victory sometimes; but it will be an empty victory \u003Cbr\u003Ebecause you will never get your opponent's good will.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/pu.i.wp.pl\/k%2cMzU2MDg3ODksNzUyNTMz%2cf%2clinie14.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cfont color=goldenrod\u003EIf you disagree with them you may be tempted to interrupt.\u003Cbr\u003E But don't. It is dangerous. They won't pay attention to you while\u003Cbr\u003E they still have a lot of ideas of their own crying for expression.\u003Cbr\u003E So listen patiently and with an open mind. \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/pu.i.wp.pl\/k%2cMzU2MDg3ODksNzUyNTMz%2cf%2clinie14.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=navajowhite\u003EYou will never get into trouble by admitting that you may\u003Cbr\u003E be wrong. That will stop all argument and inspire your \u003Cbr\u003Eopponent to be just as fair and open and broad-minded as \u003Cbr\u003Eyou are. It will make him want to admit that he, too, may be \u003Cbr\u003Ewrong.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/pu.i.wp.pl\/k%2cMzU2MDg3ODksNzUyNTMz%2cf%2clinie14.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cfont color=goldenrod\u003EThere is a reason why the other man thinks and acts as he does.\u003Cbr\u003E Ferret out that reason - and you have the key to his actions, \u003Cbr\u003Eperhaps to his personality. Try honestly to put yourself in his place.\u003Cbr\u003E Listen first. Give your opponents a chance to talk. Let them \u003Cbr\u003Efinish. Do not resist, defend or debate. This only raises \u003Cbr\u003Ebarriers. Try to build bridges of understanding.\u003Cbr\u003EAny fool can criticize, condemn and complain . But it takes\u003Cbr\u003E character and self-control to be understanding and forgiving.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E The world is full of people who are grabbing and self-seeking.\u003Cbr\u003E So the rare individual who unselfishly tries to serve others\u003Cbr\u003E has an enormous advantage. He has little competition.\u003Cbr\u003E  \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/pu.i.wp.pl\/k%2cMzU2MDg3ODksNzUyNTMz%2cf%2clinie14.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=navajowhite\u003EDo you know someone you would like to change and regulate \u003Cbr\u003Eand improve? Good! That is fine. I am all in favor of it, \u003Cbr\u003EBut why not begin on yourself?\u003Cbr\u003E From a purely selfish standpoint, that is a lot more \u003Cbr\u003Eprofitable than trying to improve others - yes, and a lot less dangerous.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/pu.i.wp.pl\/k%2cMzU2MDg3ODksNzUyNTMz%2cf%2clinie14.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cfont color=goldenrod\u003ELetting one save face!How important,how vitally important that is!\u003Cbr\u003EAnd how few of us ever stop to think of it! We ride roughshod \u003Cbr\u003Eover the feelings of others, getting our own way, finding fault,\u003Cbr\u003E issuing threats, criticizing a child or an employee in front \u003Cbr\u003Eof others,without even considering the hurt to the other person's\u003Cbr\u003E pride. Whereas a few minutes' thought, a considerate word or \u003Cbr\u003Etwo, a genuine understanding of the other person's attitude,\u003Cbr\u003E  would go so far toward alleviating the sting!\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/pu.i.wp.pl\/k%2cMzU2MDg3ODksNzUyNTMz%2cf%2clinie14.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cfont color=navajowhite\u003ELet us praise even the slightest improvement. That inspires \u003Cbr\u003Ethe other person to keep on improving.\u003Cbr\u003EIt is always easier to listen to unpleasant things after we\u003Cbr\u003E have heard some praise of our good points.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/pu.i.wp.pl\/k%2cMzU2MDg3ODksNzUyNTMz%2cf%2clinie14.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E  \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/pic1.bbzhi.com\/sheyingbizhi\/aiyuchunzhen-keaiyingerertongsheyingbizhi\/photograph_innocence_baby_photography_9680_8.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge forestgreen\"height=\"600\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=goldenrod\u003EThe expression one wears on one’s face is far more important \u003Cbr\u003Ethan the clothes one wears on one’s back.\u003Cbr\u003EA smile says, “I like you. You make me happy. I am glad to see you.”\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/pu.i.wp.pl\/k%2cMzU2MDg3ODksNzUyNTMz%2cf%2clinie14.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cfont color=navajowhite\u003EThere is only one way under high heaven to get anybody to do\u003Cbr\u003E anything.Did you ever stop to think of that? Yes, just one \u003Cbr\u003Eway. And that is by making the other person want to do it.\u003Cbr\u003ELet the other person feel that the idea is his or hers.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E No one likes to feel that he or she is being sold some-thing\u003Cbr\u003E or told to do a thing. We much prefer to feel that we are \u003Cbr\u003Ebuying of our own accord or acting on our own ideas.\u003Cbr\u003E We like to be consulted about our wishes, our wants, our\u003Cbr\u003E thoughts.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/pu.i.wp.pl\/k%2cMzU2MDg3ODksNzUyNTMz%2cf%2clinie14.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=goldenrod\u003E  \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img0.liveinternet.ru\/images\/foto\/b\/3\/apps\/0\/897\/897072_dawn24x18-1_1.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge navajowhite\"height=\"650\"width=\"500\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=lemonchiffon\u003ERichard Johnson Art\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=lemonchiffon\u003EWhenever you go out of doors, draw the chin in, carry the crown \u003Cbr\u003Eof the head high, fill the lungs to the utmost; drink in\u003Cbr\u003E the sunshine;greet your friends with a smile, put soul into \u003Cbr\u003Eevery handclasp.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=navajowhite\u003EDo not fear being misunderstood; do not waste a minute\u003Cbr\u003E thinking about your enemies. Try to fix firmly in your\u003Cbr\u003E  mind what you would like to do;then without veering off \u003Cbr\u003Edirection, you will move straight to the goal.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=peachpuff\u003EKeep your mind on the great; splendid things you would like\u003Cbr\u003E to do, then,as the days go gliding by, you will find yourself\u003Cbr\u003E  unconsciously seizing upon the opportunities that are required \u003Cbr\u003Efor the fulfillment of your desire, just as the coral insect \u003Cbr\u003Etakes from the running tide the element it needs.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=moccasin\u003EPicture in your mind the able, earnest, useful person you desire\u003Cbr\u003E to be,the thought you hold is hourly transforming you into \u003CbW\u003Ethe particular individual… Thought is supreme.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=blanchedalmond\u003EPreserve a right mental attitude — the attitude of courage,\u003Cbr\u003E frankness,good cheer.\u003Cbr\u003ETo think right is to create."},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/feeds\/1719092826441303898\/comments\/default","title":"Post Comments"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/09\/how-to-win-friends-influence-people-by.html#comment-form","title":"0 Comments"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/1719092826441303898"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/1719092826441303898"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/09\/how-to-win-friends-influence-people-by.html","title":"How to Win Friends \u0026amp; Influence People by Dale Carnegie."}],"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-3811397788531244324"},"published":{"$t":"2012-08-27T06:56:00.000-07:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2012-11-04T22:54:39.082-08:00"},"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 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":"Painting and fine art"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"Reflexive insightful love quotes by osho,Marcus Aurelius,Gurulugomi,Hazrat Inayat Khan ,Omraam Mikhael Aivanhov,Hafiz"},"content":{"type":"html","$t":"            \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003E\u003Cfont color=aqua\u003EMusic:\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=aquamarine\u003EJoshua Bell-O Mio Babbino Caro\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Ciframe width=\"550\" height=\"380\" src=\"http:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/SkvRTp2RCYk?feature=player_detailpage\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen\u003E\u003C\/iframe\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/insidelife.mondoraro.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/07\/4619011445_5a2133d662_b.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge orangered\"height=\"700\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cfont color=darkorange\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003EThe subject tonight is Love\u003Cbr\u003EAnd for tomorrow night as well.\u003Cbr\u003EAs a matter of fact,\u003Cbr\u003EI know no better topic\u003Cbr\u003EFor us to discuss\u003Cbr\u003EUntil we all die!\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EHafiz\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/pu.i.wp.pl\/k%2cMzU2MDg3ODksNzUyNTMz%2cf%2cChomikImage.aspxbgtrf.gif'\u003E\u003Cfont color=palegoldenrod\u003E\u003Cbr\u003EConstantly remind yourself, \"I am a member of the whole body  of conscious things.\" If you think of yourself as a mere \"part,\"  then love for mankind will not well up in your heart; you will look  for some reward in every act of kindness and miss the boon  which the act itself is offering. 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. 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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":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4739814251441728812.post-4321347761664361467"},"published":{"$t":"2012-08-10T16:26:00.000-07:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2012-11-04T22:54:40.101-08:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Beauty poems and quotes"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Ella Wheeler Wilcox poems"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational music"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational pictures"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational quotes"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Painting and fine art"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Spirituality poems and quotes"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"BEAUTY poem,BEAUTY MAKING poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox,Inspiring beauty quotes by Elisabeth Kübler-Ross,Johann Wolfgang von Goethe,Helen keller,Ralph Waldo Emerson"},"content":{"type":"html","$t":"   \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cfont color=aqua\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003EMusic:\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=aquamarine\u003EMARC ENFROY - The Magic Garden\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Ciframe width=\"550\" height=\"380\" src=\"http:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/wQz23nXtohQ?feature=player_detailpage\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen\u003E\u003C\/iframe\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/25.media.tumblr.com\/tumblr_m789fy2XYx1qajfpao1_500.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge cornsilk\"height=730\"width=\"500\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Cfont color=red\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003EBEAUTY\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=white\u003EElla Wheeler Wilcox\u003Cbr\u003E(1850-1919)\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Cfont color=plum\u003EThe search for beauty is the search for God\u003Cbr\u003EWho is All Beauty.  He who seeks shall find.\u003Cbr\u003EAnd all along the paths my feet have trod,\u003Cbr\u003EI have sought hungrily with heart and mind,\u003Cbr\u003E   And open eyes for beauty, everywhere.\u003Cbr\u003E   Lo! I have found the world is very fair.\u003Cbr\u003EThe search for beauty is the search for God.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/pu.i.wp.pl\/k%2cMzU2MDg3ODksNzUyNTMz%2cf%2cChomikImage.aspxfrewt.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cfont color=cyan\u003EBeauty was first revealed to me by stars,\u003Cbr\u003E   Before I saw it in my mother’s eyes,\u003Cbr\u003EOr, seeing, sensed it beauty, I was stirred\u003Cbr\u003ETo awe and wonder by those orbs of light\u003Cbr\u003E   All palpitant against empurpled skies.\u003Cbr\u003EThey spoke a language to my childish heart\u003Cbr\u003EOf mystery and splendour, and of space,\u003Cbr\u003EFriendly with gracious, unseen presences.\u003Cbr\u003EBeauty was first revealed to me by stars.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E   \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img1.liveinternet.ru\/images\/attach\/c\/6\/89\/933\/89933263_large_375_5.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge plum\"height=\"675\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Cfont color=plum\u003ESunsets enlarged the meaning of the word. \u003Cbr\u003E     There was a window looking to the west: \u003Cbr\u003EBeyond it, wide Wisconsin fields of grain, \u003Cbr\u003EAnd then a hill, whereon white flocks of clouds \u003Cbr\u003E     Would gather in the afternoon to rest. \u003Cbr\u003EAnd when the sun went down behind that hill, \u003Cbr\u003EWhat scenes of glory spread before my sight-- \u003Cbr\u003EWhat beauty--beauty, absolute, supreme! \u003Cbr\u003ESunsets enlarged the meaning of that word.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/pu.i.wp.pl\/k%2cMzU2MDg3ODksNzUyNTMz%2cf%2cChomikImage.aspxfrewt.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cfont color=cyan\u003EClover in blossom, red and honey-sweet, \u003Cbr\u003E     In summer billowed like a crimson sea \u003Cbr\u003EAcross the meadow lands. One day, I stood \u003Cbr\u003EBreast-high amidst its waves, and heard the hum \u003Cbr\u003E   Of myriad bees, that had gone mad like me\u003Cbr\u003EWith fragrance and with beauty.  Over us,\u003Cbr\u003EA loving sun smiled from a cloudless sky,\u003Cbr\u003EWhile a bold breeze kissed lightly as it passed,\u003Cbr\u003EClover in blossom, red and honey-sweet.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/pu.i.wp.pl\/k%2cMzU2MDg3ODksNzUyNTMz%2cf%2cChomikImage.aspxfrewt.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cfont color=plum\u003EAutumn spoke loudly of the beautiful.\u003Cbr\u003E   And in the gallery of Nature hung\u003Cbr\u003EColossal pictures hard against the sky,\u003Cbr\u003ESet forests gorgeous with a hundred hues;\u003Cbr\u003E   And with each morning, some new wonder flung\u003Cbr\u003EBefore the startled world; some daring shade,\u003Cbr\u003ESome strange, new scheme of colour and of form.\u003Cbr\u003EAutumn spoke loudly of the beautiful.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/vvw.ru\/uploads\/posts\/2010-02\/1265486978_172110-foxixol.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge black\"height=\"730\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E     \u003Cfont color=cyan\u003EWinter, though rude, is delicate in art\u003Cbr\u003E   More delicate than Summer or than fall\u003Cbr\u003E  Winter’s touch On Nature seemed most beautiful of all\u003Cbr\u003EThat evanescent beauty of the frost\u003Cbr\u003EOn window panes; of clean, fresh, fallen snow;\u003Cbr\u003EOf white, white sunlight on the ice-draped trees.\u003Cbr\u003EWinter, though rude, is delicate in art.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/pu.i.wp.pl\/k%2cMzU2MDg3ODksNzUyNTMz%2cf%2cChomikImage.aspxfrewt.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cfont color=plum\u003EMorning!  The word itself is beautiful,\u003Cbr\u003E   And the young hours have many gifts to give\u003Cbr\u003EThat feed the soul with beauty.  He who keeps\u003Cbr\u003EHis days for labour and his nights for sleep\u003Cbr\u003E   Wakes conscious of the joy it is to live,\u003Cbr\u003EAnd brings from that mysterious Land of Dreams\u003Cbr\u003EA sense of beauty that illumines earth.\u003Cbr\u003EMorning!  The word itself is beautiful.\u003Cbr\u003E The search for beauty is the search for God.\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/pu.i.wp.pl\/k%2cMzU2MDg3ODksNzUyNTMz%2cf%2cafmkpayuoo6eriug7it0.png'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E  \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img-fotki.yandex.ru\/get\/5903\/tatya-vorons2007.22a\/0_4a933_6ed997d9_XL.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge lemonchiffon\"height=\"700\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=lemonchiffon\u003EDaniel Gerhartz Art\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=red\u003EBEAUTY MAKING\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=white\u003EElla Wheeler Wilcox\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Cfont color=greenyellow\u003EMethinks there is no greater work in life\u003Cbr\u003EThan making beauty.  Can the mind conceive\u003Cbr\u003EOne little corner in celestial realms\u003Cbr\u003EUnbeautiful, or dull or commonplace?\u003Cbr\u003EOr picture ugly angels, illy clad?\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/pu.i.wp.pl\/k%2cMzU2MDg3ODksNzUyNTMz%2cf%2cChomikImage.aspxfrewt.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=lemonchiffon\u003EBeauty and splendour, opulence and joy,\u003Cbr\u003EAre attributes of God and His domain,\u003Cbr\u003EAnd so are worth and virtue.  But why preach\u003Cbr\u003EOf virtue only to the sons of men,\u003Cbr\u003EIgnoring beauty, till they think it sin?\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/pu.i.wp.pl\/k%2cMzU2MDg3ODksNzUyNTMz%2cf%2cChomikImage.aspxfrewt.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cfont color=greenyellow\u003EWhy, if each dweller on this little globe\u003Cbr\u003ECould know the sacred meaning of that word\u003Cbr\u003EAnd understand its deep significance,\u003Cbr\u003EMen’s thoughts would form in beauty, till their dreams\u003Cbr\u003EOf heaven would find expression in their lives,\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/pu.i.wp.pl\/k%2cMzU2MDg3ODksNzUyNTMz%2cf%2cChomikImage.aspxfrewt.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=lemonchiffon\u003EHowever humble; they themselves would grow\u003Cbr\u003EGodlike, befitting such a fair estate.\u003Cbr\u003ELet us be done with what is only good,\u003Cbr\u003EDemanding here and now the beautiful;\u003Cbr\u003ELest, with the mind and eye on earth untrained,\u003Cbr\u003EWe shall be ill at ease when heaven is gained.\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/pu.i.wp.pl\/k%2cMzU2MDg3ODksNzUyNTMz%2cf%2cafmkpayuoo6eriug7it0.png'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/territa.ru\/_ph\/887\/2\/227909570.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge navajowhite\"height=\"520\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=lemonchiffon\u003EVicente Romero Redondo Art\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Cfont color=peachpuff\u003EThe most beautiful people we have known are those who have known defeat, known suffering, known struggle, known loss, and have found their way out of the depths. These persons have an appreciation, a sensitivity, and an understanding of life that fills them with compassion, gentleness, and a deep loving concern. Beautiful people do not just happen.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EElisabeth Kübler-Ross   \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/pu.i.wp.pl\/k%2cMzU2MDg3ODksNzUyNTMz%2cf%2cafmkpayuoo6eriug7it0.png'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E  \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/historiasepensamento.com.sapo.pt\/toesithesand30x24.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge mistyrose\"height=\"600\"width=\"500\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont coor=lightyellow\u003EMichael \u0026 Inessa Garmash\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Cfont color=pink\u003EA man should hear a little music, read a little poetry, and see a fine picture every day of his life, in order that worldly cares may not obliterate the sense of the beautiful which God has implanted in the human soul.\u003Cbr\u003EThe soul that sees beauty may sometimes walk alone.\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cfont color=red\u003EJohann Wolfgang von Goethe  \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/pu.i.wp.pl\/k%2cMzU2MDg3ODksNzUyNTMz%2cf%2cChomikImage.aspxfrewt.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E   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\u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img0.liveinternet.ru\/images\/foto\/b\/3\/apps\/0\/894\/894734_25_34130261_sunlights_reminiscence.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge teal\"height=\"680\"width=\"500\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=teal\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003ERichard Johnson Art\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=red\u003ELove\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=white\u003EHenry Van Dyke\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cfont color=pink\u003ELet me but love my love without disguise,\u003Cbr\u003ENor wear a mask of fashion old or new,\u003Cbr\u003ENor wait to speak till I can hear a clue,\u003Cbr\u003ENor play a part to shine in others' eyes,\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img1.liveinternet.ru\/images\/attach\/c\/2\/74\/439\/74439007_c49281915e40.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=greenyellow\u003ENor bow my knees to what my heart denies;\u003Cbr\u003EBut what I am, to that let me be true,\u003Cbr\u003EAnd let me worship where my love is due,\u003Cbr\u003EAnd so through love and worship let me rise.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img1.liveinternet.ru\/images\/attach\/c\/2\/74\/439\/74439007_c49281915e40.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=cyan\u003EFor love is but the heart's immortal thirst\u003Cbr\u003ETo be completely known and all forgiven,\u003Cbr\u003EEven as sinful souls that enter Heaven:\u003Cbr\u003ESo take me, dear, and understand my worst,\u003Cbr\u003EAnd freely pardon it, because confessed,\u003Cbr\u003EAnd let me find in loving thee, my best.\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cp\u003E   \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/www.ibda3world.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2009\/11\/0817wallpaper-1_1600-1024x768.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge orangered\"height=\"750\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=red\u003EExcerpts from:God of the Open Air\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=white\u003EHenry Van Dyke\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=darkorange\u003EFrom the prison of 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src='http:\/\/www.difrusciaphotography.com\/images\/Tropical-Feeling.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge green\"height=\"760\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=springgreen\u003EWhile the tremulous leafy haze on the woodland is spreading,\u003Cbr\u003EAnd the bloom on the meadow betrays where\u003Cbr\u003E May has been treading;\u003Cbr\u003EWhile the birds on the branches above, and \u003Cbr\u003Ethe brooks flowing under,\u003Cbr\u003EAre singing together of love in a world full of wonder,\u003Cbr\u003E(Lo, in the marvel of Springtime, dreams are changed into truth!)\u003Cbr\u003EQuicken my heart, and restore the beautiful hopes of youth.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/www.difrusciaphotography.com\/images\/Dont-Stop-Believing.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge black\"height=\"790\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=yellowgreen\u003EBy the faith that the flowers show when they bloom unbidden,\u003Cbr\u003EBy the calm of the river's flow to a goal that is hidden,\u003Cbr\u003EBy the trust of the tree that clings to its deep foundation,\u003Cbr\u003EBy the courage of wild birds' wings on the long migration,\u003Cbr\u003E(Wonderful secret of peace that abides in Nature's breast!)\u003Cbr\u003ETeach me how to confide, and live my life, and rest.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E   \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/www.difrusciaphotography.com\/images\/Mysterious-Ways.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge black\"height=\"620\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=powderblue\u003EFor the comforting warmth of the sun that my body embraces,\u003Cbr\u003EFor the cool of the waters that run through the shadowy places,\u003Cbr\u003EFor the balm of the breezes that brush my face with their fingers,\u003Cbr\u003EFor the vesper-hymn of the thrush when the twilight lingers,\u003Cbr\u003EFor the long breath, the deep breath, the breath\u003Cbr\u003Eof a 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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. 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salmon\"height=\"690\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=crimson\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003ERichard Johnson Art\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Cfont color=coral\u003EWhen love beckons to you, follow him,\u003Cbr\u003EThough his ways are hard and steep.\u003Cbr\u003EAnd when his wings enfold you yield to him,\u003Cbr\u003EThough the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you.\u003Cbr\u003EAnd when he speaks to you believe in him,\u003Cbr\u003EThough his voice may shatter your dreams\u003Cbr\u003Eas the north wind lays waste the garden. \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/s12.radikal.ru\/i185\/1005\/29\/726d79e60df8.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=lemonchiffon\u003EFor even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you. \u003Cbr\u003EEven as he is for your growth so is he for your pruning.\u003Cbr\u003EEven as he ascends to your height and caresses your \u003Cbr\u003Etenderest branches that quiver in the sun,So shall he descend \u003Cbr\u003Eto your roots and shake them in their clinging to the earth. \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/s12.radikal.ru\/i185\/1005\/29\/726d79e60df8.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=coral\u003ELike sheaves of corn he gathers you unto himself.\u003Cbr\u003EHe threshes you to make you naked.\u003Cbr\u003EHe sifts you to free you from your husks.\u003Cbr\u003EHe grinds you to whiteness.\u003Cbr\u003EHe kneads you until you are pliant;\u003Cbr\u003EAnd then he assigns you to his sacred fire, that\u003Cbr\u003E you may become sacred bread for God's sacred feast. \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E All these things shall love do unto you that you may\u003Cbr\u003E know the secrets of your heart, and in that knowledge\u003Cbr\u003E become a fragment of Life's heart. \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/s12.radikal.ru\/i185\/1005\/29\/726d79e60df8.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=lemonchiffon\u003EBut if in your fear you would seek only love's peace \u003Cbr\u003Eand love's pleasure,Then it is better for you that you \u003Cbr\u003Ecover your nakedness and pass out of love's threshing-floor,\u003Cbr\u003EInto the seasonless world where you shall laugh, but not\u003Cbr\u003E all of your laughter, and weep, but not all of your tears.\u003Cbr\u003ELove gives naught but itself and takes naught but from itself.\u003Cbr\u003ELove possesses not nor would it be possessed;\u003Cbr\u003EFor love is sufficient unto love. \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/s12.radikal.ru\/i185\/1005\/29\/726d79e60df8.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=coral\u003EWhen you love you should not say, \"God is in my heart,\" \u003Cbr\u003Ebut rather, \"I am in the heart of God.\"\u003Cbr\u003EAnd think not you can direct the course of love, for love,\u003Cbr\u003E if it finds you worthy, directs your course.\u003Cbr\u003E  \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/s12.radikal.ru\/i185\/1005\/29\/726d79e60df8.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=lemonchiffon\u003ELove has no other desire but to fulfill itself.\u003Cbr\u003EBut if you love and must needs have desires,\u003Cbr\u003E let these be your desires:\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003ETo melt and be like a running brook that sings\u003Cbr\u003E its melody to the night.\u003Cbr\u003ETo know the pain of too much tenderness.\u003Cbr\u003ETo be wounded by your own understanding of love;\u003Cbr\u003EAnd to bleed willingly and joyfully.\u003Cbr\u003ETo wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks\u003Cbr\u003E for another day of loving;\u003Cbr\u003ETo rest at the noon hour and meditate love's ecstasy;\u003Cbr\u003ETo return home at eventide with gratitude;\u003Cbr\u003EAnd then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your\u003Cbr\u003E heart and a song of praise upon your lips.\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img1.liveinternet.ru\/images\/attach\/c\/4\/78\/689\/78689021_49962015_21312174_69a40d81550e.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src=' http:\/\/marciokenobi.files.wordpress.com\/2012\/04\/youre-the-one.jpg?w=645\u0026h=645 On Marriage'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge salmon\"height=\"680\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Cfont color=red\u003E On Marriage\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=white\u003EKhalil  Gibran\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=salmon\u003EYou were born together, and together you shall be forevermore.\u003Cbr\u003EYou shall be together when the white wings of death scatter your days.\u003Cbr\u003EAy, you shall be together even in the silent memory of God.\u003Cbr\u003EBut let there be spaces in your togetherness,\u003Cbr\u003EAnd let the winds of the heavens dance between you. \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/s12.radikal.ru\/i185\/1005\/29\/726d79e60df8.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=sandybrown\u003ELove one another, but make not a bond of love:\u003Cbr\u003ELet it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls.\u003Cbr\u003EFill each other's cup but drink not from one cup.\u003Cbr\u003EGive one another of your bread but eat not from the same loaf\u003Cbr\u003ESing and dance together and be joyous, but let each one of you be alone,\u003Cbr\u003EEven as the strings of a lute are alone though they quiver with the same music. \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/s12.radikal.ru\/i185\/1005\/29\/726d79e60df8.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cfont color=navajowhite\u003EGive your hearts, but not into each other's keeping.\u003Cbr\u003EFor only the hand of Life can contain your hearts.\u003Cbr\u003EAnd stand together yet not too near together:\u003Cbr\u003EFor the pillars of the temple stand apart,\u003Cbr\u003EAnd the oak tree and the cypress grow not in each other's shadow.\u003Cbr\u003E "},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/feeds\/8484608125496516485\/comments\/default","title":"Post 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quotes"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"The poetic beauty  of roses and flowers:Inspirational quotes and pictures"},"content":{"type":"html","$t":" \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cfont color=aqua\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003EMusic:\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=white\u003EVICTOR HUYNH - Imaginations\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cobject style=\"height: 390px; width: 640px\"\u003E\u003Cparam name=\"movie\" value=\"http:\/\/www.youtube.com\/v\/b9SCzQONqGM?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\/b9SCzQONqGM?version=3\u0026feature=player_detailpage\" type=\"application\/x-shockwave-flash\" allowfullscreen=\"true\" allowScriptAccess=\"always\" width=\"500\" height=\"360\"\u003E\u003C\/object\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src=' http:\/\/farm5.staticflickr.com\/4145\/4965145152_92a1d9cd94_b.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge darkorange\"height=\"684\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src=' http:\/\/farm8.staticflickr.com\/7032\/6715321643_40edcc9e28_b.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge deeppink\"height=\"730\"width=\"550\"\u003E  \u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003E\u003Cfont color=deeppink\u003EThe rose is fairest when 'tis budding new,\u003Cbr\u003E  And hope is brightest when it dawns from fears;\u003Cbr\u003E    The rose is sweetest wash'd with morning dew,\u003Cbr\u003E      And love is loveliest when embalm'd in tears.\u003Cbr\u003E      \u003Cfont color=red\u003ESir Walter Scott, The Lady of the Lake\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/farm4.static.flickr.com\/3100\/2334312003_fb69541bb3_b.jpg 'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge darkorange\"height=\"700\"width=\"550\"\u003E \u003Cfont color=darkorange\u003EWhere fall the tears of love the rose appears,\u003Cbr\u003EAnd where the ground is bright with friendship's tears,\u003Cbr\u003EForget-me-not, and violets, heavenly blue,\u003Cbr\u003ESpring glittering with the cheerful drops like dew.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EWilliam Cullen Bryant, translation of N. Miller's Paradise of Tears.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src=' http:\/\/reshade.com\/resize\/constrain\/centercrop\/denoise-1\/image-51070666-1024x768'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge crimson\"height=\"700\"width=\"550\"\u003E  \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src=' http:\/\/farm3.static.flickr.com\/2199\/5771380108_bc75d2f65b_b.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge darkorange\"height=\"700\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Cfont color=orange\u003EIf I could bribe them by a Rose\u003Cbr\u003EI'd bring them every flower that grows\u003Cbr\u003EFrom Amherst to Cashmere!\u003Cbr\u003EI would not stop for night, or storm\u003Cbr\u003EOr frost, or death, or anyone\u003Cbr\u003EMy business were so dear!\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003Eby Emily Dickinson\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src=' http:\/\/farm5.static.flickr.com\/4139\/4809266193_9c093bf756_b.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge yellow\"height=\"700\"width=\"550\"\u003E \u003Cfont color=gold\u003EHow fair is the Rose! what a beautiful flower.\u003Cbr\u003E  The glory of April and May!\u003Cbr\u003E    But the leaves are beginning to fade in an hour,\u003Cbr\u003E      And they wither and die in a day.\u003Cbr\u003E        Yet the Rose has one powerful virtue to boast,\u003Cbr\u003E          Above all the flowers of the field;\u003Cbr\u003E            When its leaves are all dead, and fine colours are lost,\u003Cbr\u003E              Still how sweet a perfume it will yield!\u003Cbr\u003E      \u003Cfont color=red\u003Esaac Watts, The Rose \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/farm4.static.flickr.com\/3515\/3976612594_7247788f57_b.jpg 'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge plum\"height=\"700\"width=\"550\"\u003E \u003Cfont color=plum\u003EIn my garden there is a large place for sentiment.  My garden of flowers is also my garden of thoughts and dreams.  The thoughts grow as freely as the flowers, and the dreams are as beautiful.  \u003Cbr\u003E  \u003Cfont color=red\u003EAbram L. Urban\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src=' http:\/\/farm7.static.flickr.com\/6073\/6074751586_c0a7aeb493_b.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge yellowgreen\"height=\"700\"width=\"550\"\u003E  \u003Cfont color=yellowgreen\u003ESweet letters of the angel tongue,\u003Cbr\u003EI've loved ye long and well,\u003Cbr\u003EAnd never have failed in your fragrance sweet\u003Cbr\u003ETo find some secret spell,\u003Cbr\u003EA charm that has bound me with witching power,\u003Cbr\u003EFor mine is the old belief,\u003Cbr\u003EThat midst your sweets and midst your bloom,\u003Cbr\u003EThere's a soul in every leaf!\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EM. M. Ballou, Flowers.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E    \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/farm5.staticflickr.com\/4150\/5016805618_35cb2b08ce_b.jpg 'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge deeppink\"height=\"700\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src=' http:\/\/farm6.static.flickr.com\/5186\/5697628233_9ce0219b6e_b.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge red\"height=\"700\"width=\"550\"\u003E \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src=' http:\/\/farm7.static.flickr.com\/6211\/6352722063_86f5543dca_b.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge darkorange\"height=\"700\"width=\"550\"\u003E \u003Cfont color=orange\u003EThis old world that we're livin' in\u003Cbr\u003EIs might hard to beat.\u003Cbr\u003EYou get a thorn with every Rose\u003Cbr\u003EBut - ain't the roses sweet?\"  \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003E  Frank Stanton  \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src=' http:\/\/farm5.staticflickr.com\/4076\/4818770044_b92f5f4f19_b.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge pink\"height=\"681\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=pink\u003ELet me show you\u003Cbr\u003ESweet smell of a delicate whisper\u003Cbr\u003EBehind the vision of gardens\u003Cbr\u003EGo and read of your life\u003Cbr\u003ETiny ripping at the heart\u003Cbr\u003EDrunk from a rose.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003E Erica Caitlin Lee \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/fc02.deviantart.net\/fs71\/i\/2011\/289\/c\/e\/btwen_2_by_husam2012-d4d22fh.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge greenyellow\"height=\"720\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src=' http:\/\/gallery.photo.net\/photo\/12054257-lg.jpg 'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge lightcoral\"height=\"740\"width=\"550\"\u003E  \u003Cfont color=coral\u003ELong, long be my heart with such memories fill'd!\u003Cbr\u003ELike the vase, in which roses have once been distill'd—\u003Cbr\u003EYou may break, you may shatter the vase if you will,\u003Cbr\u003EBut the scent of the roses will hang round it still.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EThomas Moore\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src=' http:\/\/static1.pixdaus.com\/files\/items\/pics\/6\/10\/134610_50b7840f8aec35953efbd0b77d7fe5b9_large.jpg 'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge red\"height=\"700\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='  http:\/\/fc02.deviantart.net\/fs23\/f\/2007\/339\/0\/2\/Rose_by_kayleebonez.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge teal\"height=\"700\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=aquamarine\u003ELoveliest of lovely things are they\u003Cbr\u003EOn earth that soonest pass away.\u003Cbr\u003EThe rose that lives its little hour\u003Cbr\u003EIs prized beyond the sculptured flower.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EWilliam Cullen Bryant \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src=' http:\/\/1.bp.blogspot.com\/_bnc75aqq81Y\/TEPEeeAaRcI\/AAAAAAAAAL8\/-eC-C7iult8\/s1600\/softlove-11-a21740540.jpg 'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge red\"height=\"690\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E   \u003Cfont color=springgreen\u003EI saw the sweetest flower wild nature yields,\u003Cbr\u003EA fresh-blown musk-rose; 'twas the first that threw\u003Cbr\u003EIts sweets upon the summer: graceful it grew\u003Cbr\u003EAs is the wand that Queen Titania wields.\u003Cbr\u003EAnd, as I feasted on its fragrancy,\u003Cbr\u003EI thought the garden-rose it far excelled;\u003Cbr\u003EBut when, O Wells! thy roses came to me,\u003Cbr\u003EMy sense with their deliciousness was spelled:\u003Cbr\u003ESoft voices had they, that with tender plea\u003Cbr\u003EWhispered of peace, and truth, and friendliness unquelled.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=red \u003Eby John Keats,To A Friend Who Sent Me Some Roses\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='  http:\/\/a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net\/hphotos-ak-snc7\/581385_3036260627736_26620814_n.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge pink\"height=\"700\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=pink\u003EEyes of some men travel far\u003Cbr\u003EFor the finding of a star;\u003Cbr\u003EUp and down the heavens they go,\u003Cbr\u003EMen that keep a mighty rout!\u003Cbr\u003EI'm as great as they, I trow,\u003Cbr\u003ESince the day I found thee out,\u003Cbr\u003ELittle Flower!—I'll make a stir,\u003Cbr\u003ELike a sage astronomer.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EWilliam Wordsworth, To the Small Celandine\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src=' http:\/\/s3.images.drive2.ru\/car.journal.photos\/x7\/0400\/000\/000\/3a5\/157\/48cecb2249470eee-large.jpg 'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge pink\"height=\"720\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E   \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src=' http:\/\/farm5.static.flickr.com\/4068\/4274541761_e32ed62c2d_b.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge greenyellow\"height=\"700\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E   \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/content.foto.mail.ru\/mail\/vinnikova_ga\/_blogs\/i-9289.jpg 'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge red\"height=\"520\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=greenyellow\u003E I kept looking at the flowers in a vase near me: lavender sweet peas, fragile winged and yet so still, so perfectly poised, apart, and complete. They are self-sufficient, a world in themselves, a whole — perfect. Is that then, perfection? Is what those sweet peas had what I have, occasionally in moments like that? But flowers always have it — poise, completion, fulfillment, perfection; I only occasionally, like that moment. For that moment I and the sweet peas had an understanding.\u003Cbr\u003E     \u003Cfont color=red\u003E Anne Morrow Lindbergh  \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E"},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/feeds\/1611207547767880459\/comments\/default","title":"Post Comments"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/07\/the-poetic-beauty-of-roses-and.html#comment-form","title":"48 Comments"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/1611207547767880459"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/1611207547767880459"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/07\/the-poetic-beauty-of-roses-and.html","title":"The poetic beauty  of roses and flowers:Inspirational quotes and 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":"48"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4739814251441728812.post-6465061267555210020"},"published":{"$t":"2012-07-11T07:20:00.000-07:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2012-11-04T22:54:42.629-08:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"French poems"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational music"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"Pas Sans Toi Paroles by Lara Fabian"},"content":{"type":"html","$t":"   \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003EPas sans toi Paroles\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=white\u003Eby Lara Fabian\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cobject style=\"height: 390px; width: 640px\"\u003E\u003Cparam name=\"movie\" value=\"http:\/\/www.youtube.com\/v\/zQyn9AfX7q0?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\/zQyn9AfX7q0?version=3\u0026feature=player_detailpage\" type=\"application\/x-shockwave-flash\" allowfullscreen=\"true\" allowScriptAccess=\"always\" width=\"550\" height=\"380\"\u003E\u003C\/object\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=powderblue\u003ESèche tes pleurs, je ne partirai pas\u003Cbr\u003EIl m´en faudrait bien plus que ça\u003Cbr\u003EPour tout détruire, anéantir à ça\u003Cbr\u003ESèche tes pleurs et refais-moi l´amour\u003Cbr\u003ETe souviens-tu de cet enfant\u003Cbr\u003EQue tu voulais m´faire en chantant?\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E Je t´aime encore si fort, non pas sans toi\u003Cbr\u003EJe ne la vivrai pas cette vie-là\u003Cbr\u003ESi tu me reprenais dans tes bras\u003Cbr\u003EOn pourrait reconstruire tout ça, non, non, non, non Pas sans toi\u003Cbr\u003ECe serait comme renier ma vie\u003Cbr\u003ECe serait comme étouffer un cri\u003Cbr\u003ESi j´ai tort, éloigne-toi, si tu m´aimes attends-moi\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E Sèche tes pleurs, le temps nous attendra,\u003Cbr\u003ENous nous sommes perdus dans tout ça\u003Cbr\u003EIl n´y a plus de raison d´avoir peur, je crois\u003Cbr\u003ESèche tes pleurs on est tellement plus fort\u003Cbr\u003EQue toutes ces heures\u003Cbr\u003ETous ces remords vont s´oublier,\u003Cbr\u003EOn avait tort\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E Je t´aime encore si fort, non pas sans toi\u003Cbr\u003EJe ne la vivrai pas cette vie-là\u003Cbr\u003ESi tu me reprenais dans tes bras\u003Cbr\u003EOn pourrait reconstruire tout ça, non, non, non, non Pas sans toi\u003Cbr\u003ECe serait comme renier ma vie, ma vie\u003Cbr\u003ECe serait comme étouffer un cri\u003Cbr\u003ESi j´ai tort, éloigne-toi, si tu m´aimes attends-moi\u003Cbr\u003ESèche tes pleurs, refais moi ce sourire, celui qui ne me fait pas vieillir Ni mon âme ni mon cœur\u003Cbr\u003EJe t´aime encore si fort"},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/feeds\/6465061267555210020\/comments\/default","title":"Post Comments"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/07\/pas-sans-toi-paroles-by-lara-fabian.html#comment-form","title":"0 Comments"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/6465061267555210020"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/6465061267555210020"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/07\/pas-sans-toi-paroles-by-lara-fabian.html","title":"Pas Sans Toi Paroles by Lara Fabian"}],"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-2803008139566441514"},"published":{"$t":"2012-07-09T06:25:00.000-07:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2012-11-04T22:54:42.911-08:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational music"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational prayers"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Spirituality poems and quotes"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"Irish Blessing: I wish you not a path devoid of clouds\/Author Unknown:"},"content":{"type":"html","$t":"  \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EAn Irish Blessing\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=white\u003EAuthor Unknown\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E   \u003Cobject style=\"height: 390px; width: 640px\"\u003E\u003Cparam name=\"movie\" value=\"http:\/\/www.youtube.com\/v\/G7O9OqBd2us?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\/G7O9OqBd2us?version=3\u0026feature=player_detailpage\" type=\"application\/x-shockwave-flash\" allowfullscreen=\"true\" allowScriptAccess=\"always\" width=\"550\" height=\"380\"\u003E\u003C\/object\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E   \u003Cfont color=aqua\u003EI wish you not a path devoid of clouds,\u003Cbr\u003ENor a life on a bed or roses.\u003Cbr\u003ENor, that you might never need regret,\u003Cbr\u003ENor that you should never feel pain.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=aquamarine\u003ENo, this is not my wish for you. My wish for you is:\u003Cbr\u003EThat you might be brave in times of trial\u003Cbr\u003EWhen other’s lay crosses upon your shoulders.\u003Cbr\u003EWhen mountains must be climbed and chasms crossed,\u003Cbr\u003EWhen hope scarce shines through.\u003Cbr\u003EWhen every gift God gave you might grow along with you,\u003Cbr\u003EAnd let you give the gift of joy to all who care for you.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=aqua\u003EThat you might always have a friend who is worth that name.\u003Cbr\u003EWhom you can trust.\u003Cbr\u003EAnd hope will be, in times of sadness,\u003Cbr\u003EWho will defy the storms of life by your side.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=aquamarine\u003EOne more wish for you:\u003Cbr\u003EThat in every hour of joy and pain, you may be close to God.\u003Cbr\u003EThis is my wish for you and those who are close to you.\u003Cbr\u003EThis is my hope for you, now and forever.\u003Cbr\u003E  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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":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4739814251441728812.post-1924914337028331993"},"published":{"$t":"2012-07-07T08:04:00.000-07:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2012-11-04T22:54:43.024-08:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Friendship quotes and poems"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Hafiz quotes and poems"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational music"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Love poems"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Love quotes"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Painting and fine art"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Spirituality poems and quotes"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"The spiritual and love poetry of Hafiz:Saints Bowing in the Mountains\/Cast All Your Votes For Dancing\/Some fill with each good rain\/Listen to others\/An Old Musician\/What is the Root"},"content":{"type":"html","$t":"\u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003E\u003Cfont color=aqua\u003EHafiz\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=orange\u003EThe persian mystic and poet\u003Cbr\u003E(1320-1390)\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cfont color=aqua\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003EMusic:\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=aquamarine\u003EYanni-One Man's Dream\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cobject style=\"height: 390px; width: 640px\"\u003E\u003Cparam name=\"movie\" value=\"http:\/\/www.youtube.com\/v\/ubTveCihjoQ?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\/ubTveCihjoQ?version=3\u0026feature=player_detailpage\" type=\"application\/x-shockwave-flash\" allowfullscreen=\"true\" allowScriptAccess=\"always\" width=\"550\" height=\"380\"\u003E\u003C\/object\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E    \u003Cfont color=red\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003ESaints Bowing in the Mountains\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=white\u003EHafiz\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E   \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/s019.radikal.ru\/i629\/1204\/57\/54d3d6882597.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge blanchedalmond\"height=\"640\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cfont color=cornsilk\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003EVicente Romero Redondo Art\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E    \u003Cfont color=plum\u003EDo you know how beautiful you are?\u003Cbr\u003EI think not, my dear.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E   For as you talk of God,\u003Cbr\u003EI see great parades with wildly colorful bands\u003Cbr\u003EStreaming from your mind and heart,\u003Cbr\u003ECarrying wonderful and secret messages\u003Cbr\u003ETo every corner of this world.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img0.liveinternet.ru\/images\/attach\/c\/3\/77\/193\/77193414_bantik.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=plum\u003EI see saints bowing in the mountains\u003Cbr\u003EHundreds of miles away\u003Cbr\u003ETo the wonder of sounds\u003Cbr\u003EThat break into light\u003Cbr\u003EFrom your most common words.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img0.liveinternet.ru\/images\/attach\/c\/3\/77\/193\/77193414_bantik.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cfont color=plum\u003ETell me of squirrels and birds you know.\u003Cbr\u003EAwaken your legion of nightingales—\u003Cbr\u003ELet them soar wild and free in the sky.\u003Cbr\u003EAnd begin to sing to God.\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img1.liveinternet.ru\/images\/attach\/c\/5\/88\/83\/88083423_0_79291_f7cd3efc_S.png'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cfont color=red\u003ECast All Your Votes For Dancing\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=white\u003EHafiz\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/25.media.tumblr.com\/tumblr_lmmy9o9GAC1qh7jlwo1_500.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge cornsilk\"height=\"630\"width=\"500\"\u003E\u003Cfont color=cornsilk\u003EHans Olaf Heyerdahl Art\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Cfont color=powderblue\u003EI know the voice of depression\u003Cbr\u003EStill calls to you.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E I know those habits that can ruin your life\u003Cbr\u003EStill send their invitations.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E But you are with the Friend now\u003Cbr\u003EAnd look so much stronger.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E You can stay that way\u003Cbr\u003EAnd even bloom!\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E Keep squeezing drops of the Sun\u003Cbr\u003EFrom your prayers and work and music\u003Cbr\u003EAnd from your companions' beautiful laughter.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E Keep squeezing drops of the 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src='http:\/\/img0.liveinternet.ru\/images\/foto\/b\/3\/apps\/0\/103\/103810_a_sailorman__s_hymn_by_iardacil.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge balck\"height=\"700\"width=\"480\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E  \u003Cfont color=Burlywood\u003EThere are different wells within your heart.\u003Cbr\u003ESome fill with each good rain,\u003Cbr\u003EOthers are far too deep for that.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img0.liveinternet.ru\/images\/attach\/c\/3\/77\/193\/77193414_bantik.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=cornsilk\u003EIn one well\u003Cbr\u003EYou have just a few precious cups of water,\u003Cbr\u003EThat \"love\" is literally something of yourself,\u003Cbr\u003EIt can grow as slow as a diamond\u003Cbr\u003EIf it is lost.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img0.liveinternet.ru\/images\/attach\/c\/3\/77\/193\/77193414_bantik.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=burlywood\u003EYour love\u003Cbr\u003EShould never be offered to the mouth of 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src='http:\/\/img1.liveinternet.ru\/images\/attach\/c\/4\/78\/689\/78689021_49962015_21312174_69a40d81550e.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/1.bp.blogspot.com\/-bJV_Tc36GmA\/TzqQ6yGzu9I\/AAAAAAAAEhs\/f5ewIa0cyLQ\/s640\/22_Anna+Razumovskaya.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge crimson\"height=\"640\"width=\"510\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cfont color=moccasin\u003EAnna Razumovskaya painting\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Cfont color=red\u003E I Hope You Dance Lyrics\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=white\u003E by Lee Ann Womack\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Cfont color=orange\u003EI hope you never lose your sense of wonder, \u003Cbr\u003EYou get your fill to eat but always keep that hunger, \u003Cbr\u003EMay you never take one single breath for granted,\u003Cbr\u003E  GOD forbid love ever leave you empty handed, \u003Cbr\u003EI hope you still feel small when you stand beside the ocean, \u003Cbr\u003EWhenever one door closes I hope one more 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src='http:\/\/img1.liveinternet.ru\/images\/attach\/c\/4\/78\/689\/78689021_49962015_21312174_69a40d81550e.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E    \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/blogimages.seniorennet.be\/karin1953\/1105738-56c1dad57460bf9e28bcd8c0342f4bd5.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge blanchedalmond\"height=\"600\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=burlywood\u003EWe grown-up people think that we appreciate music, but if we  realized the sense that an infant has brought with it of  appreciating sound and rhythm, we would never boast of knowing  music. The infant is music itself. \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003E Hazrat Inayat Khan \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img1.liveinternet.ru\/images\/attach\/c\/4\/78\/689\/78689021_49962015_21312174_69a40d81550e.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E   \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src=' http:\/\/territa.ru\/_ph\/887\/2\/436790052.jpg 'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge lemonchiffon\"height=\"670\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=lemonchiffon\u003EVicent Romero Rdendo Painting\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E     \u003Cfont color=red\u003EThe Dance of the Soul \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=white\u003EHazrat Inayat Khan\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Cfont color=peachpuff\u003EI have loved in life and I have been loved.\u003Cbr\u003EI have drunk the bowl of poison from the hands of love as nectar, and have been raised above life's joy and sorrow.\u003Cbr\u003EMy heart, aflame in love, set afire every heart that came in touch with it.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cimg 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rocks, the rocks burst forth as volcanoes. \u003Cbr\u003EThe whole world sank in the flood caused by my one tear; \u003Cbr\u003EWith my deep sigh the earth trembled,\u003Cbr\u003Eand when I cried aloud the name of my beloved, \u003Cbr\u003EI shook the throne of God in heaven.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img1.liveinternet.ru\/images\/attach\/c\/2\/\/65\/773\/65773935_421e977543ab.png'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=peachpuff\u003EI bowed my head low in humility,\u003Cbr\u003Eand on my knees I begged of love, \u003Cbr\u003E\"Disclose to me, I pray thee, O love, thy secret.\"\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img1.liveinternet.ru\/images\/attach\/c\/2\/\/65\/773\/65773935_421e977543ab.png'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=pink\u003EShe took me gently by my arms and lifted me above the earth, \u003Cbr\u003Eand spoke softly in my ear, \u003Cbr\u003E\"My dear one, thou thyself art love, art lover, \u003Cbr\u003Eand thyself art the beloved whom thou hast adored.\"\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img1.liveinternet.ru\/images\/attach\/c\/4\/78\/689\/78689021_49962015_21312174_69a40d81550e.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/3.bp.blogspot.com\/-CHiJJo55lwc\/TxDl3NtkxTI\/AAAAAAABFbs\/0XwNiX01mvk\/s1600\/393374_250028361727321_100001604777284_789598_1531740674_n.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge orangered\"height=\"600\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=red\u003E Caravanserai\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=white\u003ELoreena McKennitt \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=darkorange\u003EThis glancing life is like a morning star\u003Cbr\u003EA setting sun, or rolling waves at sea\u003Cbr\u003EA gentle breeze or lightning in a storm\u003Cbr\u003EA dancing dream of all eternity\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img1.liveinternet.ru\/images\/attach\/c\/2\/\/65\/773\/65773935_421e977543ab.png'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=navajowhite\u003EThe sand was shimmering in the morning light\u003Cbr\u003EAnd dancing off the dunes so far away\u003Cbr\u003EThe night held music so sweet, so long\u003Cbr\u003EAnd there we lay until the break of day\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img1.liveinternet.ru\/images\/attach\/c\/2\/\/65\/773\/65773935_421e977543ab.png'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=darkorange\u003EWe woke that morning at the onward call\u003Cbr\u003EOur camels bridled up, our howdahs full\u003Cbr\u003EThe sun was rising in the eastern sky\u003Cbr\u003EJust as we set out to the desert's cry\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E Calling, yearning, pulling, home to you\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img1.liveinternet.ru\/images\/attach\/c\/2\/\/65\/773\/65773935_421e977543ab.png'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=navajowhite\u003EThe tents grew smaller as we rode away\u003Cbr\u003EOn earth that tells of many passing days\u003Cbr\u003EThe months of peace and all the years of war\u003Cbr\u003EThe lives of love and all the lives of fears\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E Calling, yearning, pulling, home to you\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img1.liveinternet.ru\/images\/attach\/c\/2\/\/65\/773\/65773935_421e977543ab.png'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=darkorange\u003EWe crossed the river beds all etched in stone\u003Cbr\u003EAnd up the mighty mountains ever known\u003Cbr\u003EBeyond the valleys in the searing heat\u003Cbr\u003EUntil we reached the caravanserai\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E Calling, yearning, pulling, home to you\u003Cbr\u003ECalling, yearning, pulling, home to you\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img1.liveinternet.ru\/images\/attach\/c\/2\/\/65\/773\/65773935_421e977543ab.png'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=navajowhite\u003EWhat is this life that pulls me far away\u003Cbr\u003EWhat is that home where we cannot reside\u003Cbr\u003EWhat is that quest that pulls me onward\u003Cbr\u003EMy heart is full when you are by my side\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E Calling, yearning, pulling, home to 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and quotes"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"Lessons from Trees:Excerpts from \"The wandering\" by Hermann Hesse"},"content":{"type":"html","$t":"   \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003EExcerpts from \"The wandering\"\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=white\u003EHermann Hesse \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=aqua\u003EMusic:\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=aquamarine\u003ERiviere de Lumiere - FREDERIC DELARUE\u003Cbe\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Ciframe width=\"550\" height=\"380\" src=\"http:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/oyFtrTLmymo?feature=player_detailpage\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen\u003E\u003C\/iframe\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/1.bp.blogspot.com\/-xeMx3dCWBVY\/Tc54fWGPoeI\/AAAAAAABRtM\/nV0vXDWQU0o\/s1600\/Paul%2BHoecker%2B%25281854-1910%2529-.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge chocolate\"height=\"680\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cfont color=salmon\u003EPaul Hoecker Art\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E       \u003Cfont color=springgreen\u003EFor me, trees have always been the most penetrating preachers. I revere them when they live in tribes and families, in forests and groves. And even more I revere them when they stand alone. They are like lonely persons. Not like hermits who have stolen away out of some weakness, but like great, solitary men, like Beethoven and Nietzsche. In their highest boughs the world rustles, their roots rest in infinity; but they do not lose themselves there, they struggle with all the force of their lives for one thing only: to fulfil themselves according to their own laws, to build up their own form, to represent themselves. Nothing is holier, nothing is more exemplary than a beautiful, strong tree.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E    \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/images17.fotki.com\/v1622\/photos\/7\/1306457\/9297233\/PortlandKaleidoscope105-vi.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge orangered\"height=\"670\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E When a tree is cut down and reveals its naked death-wound to the sun, one can read its whole history in the luminous, inscribed disk of its trunk: in the rings of its years, its scars, all the struggle, all the suffering, all the sickness, all the happiness and prosperity stand truly written, the narrow years and the luxurious years, the attacks withstood, the storms endured. And every young farmboy knows that the hardest and noblest wood has the narrowest rings, that high on the mountains and in continuing danger the most indestructible, the strongest, the ideal trees grow.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E   \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/4.bp.blogspot.com\/-rNRyd_qgdqU\/TaLN1k41xGI\/AAAAAAAAAFk\/Jp4lTnYRmXs\/s1600\/paisaje.jpg 'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge cornsilk\"height=\"710\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  Trees are sanctuaries. Whoever knows how to speak to them, whoever knows how to listen to them, can learn the truth. They do not preach learning and precepts, they preach, undeterred by particulars, the ancient law of life.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E A tree says: A kernel is hidden in me, a spark, a thought, I am life from eternal life. The attempt and the risk that the eternal mother took with me is unique, unique the form and veins of my skin, unique the smallest play of leaves in my branches and the smallest scar on my bark. I was made to form and reveal the eternal in my smallest special detail.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E A tree says: My strength is trust. I know nothing about my fathers, I know nothing about the thousand children that every year spring out of me. I live out the secret of my seed to the very end, and I care for nothing else. I trust that God is in me. I trust that my labor is holy. Out of this trust I live.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E     \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/files.myopera.com\/pirocan\/albums\/882348\/3459108337_f9f71bb392_o.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge black\"height=\"740\"width=\"520\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E When we are stricken and cannot bear our lives any longer, then a tree has something to say to us: Be still! Be still! Look at me! Life is not easy, life is not difficult. Those are childish thoughts. Let God speak within you, and your thoughts will grow silent. You are anxious because your path leads away from mother and home. But every step and every day lead you back again to the mother. Home is neither here nor there. Home is within you, or home is nowhere at all.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E   \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/1.bp.blogspot.com\/_E4BHqWBfKPA\/TFBXC7vf_GI\/AAAAAAAAAtI\/uUwYZv82dYo\/s1600\/los_paisajes_de_la_republica_checa_Fec_wide.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge black\"height=\"680\"width=\"520\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E   A longing to wander tears my heart when I hear trees rustling in the wind at evening. If one listens to them silently for a long time, this longing reveals its kernel, its meaning. It is not so much a matter of escaping from one's suffering, though it may seem to be so. It is a longing for home, for a memory of the mother, for new metaphors for life. It leads home. Every path leads homeward, every step is birth, every step is death, every grave is mother.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E     \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src=' http:\/\/www.photographymojo.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/12\/dead-tree-in-the-dam-nove-mlyny-palava-south-moravia-czech-republic.jpg 'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge black\"height=\"820\"width=\"520\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E   So the tree rustles in the evening, when we stand uneasy before our own childish thoughts: Trees have long thoughts, long-breathing and restful, just as they have longer lives than ours. They are wiser than we are, as long as we do not listen to them. But when we have learned how to listen to trees, then the brevity and the quickness and the childlike hastiness of our thoughts achieve an incomparable joy. Whoever has learned how to listen to trees no longer wants to be a tree. He wants to be nothing except what he is. That is home. 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Perhaps everything that frightens us is, in its deepest essence, something  helpless that wants our love.\u003Cbr\u003E   \u003Cfont color=red\u003ERainer Maria Rilke \u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/s12.radikal.ru\/i185\/1005\/29\/726d79e60df8.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E   \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src=' http:\/\/s48.radikal.ru\/i120\/1104\/85\/7304520c89c2.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge cornsilk\"height=\"720\"width=\"470\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=cornsilk\u003EDaniel Gerhartz Painting\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Cfont color=peachpuff\u003ETherefore, love your solitude and try to sing out with  the pain it causes you. For those who are near you are far away...  and this shows that the space around you is beginning to grow vast....  be happy about your growth, in which of course you can't take anyone  with you, and be gentle with  those who stay behind; be confident and calm in front of them and  don't torment them with your  doubts and don't frighten them with your faith or joy, which they  wouldn't be able to comprehend.  Seek out some simple and true feeling of what you have in common  with them, which doesn't necessarily  have to alter when you yourself change again and again; when you  see them, love life in a form that is not  your own and be indulgent toward those who are growing old, who  are afraid of the aloneness that you  trust.... and don't expect any understanding; but believe in a love  that is being stored up for you like an  inheritance, and have faith that in this love there is a strength  and a blessing so large that you can travel  as far as you wish without having to step outside it.\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cfont color=red\u003E Rainer Maria Rilke \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=peachpuff\u003EThe only sadnesses that are dangerous and unhealthy are the ones that  we carry around in public in order to drown them out with the noise;  like diseases that are treated superficially and foolishly, they just  withdraw and after a short interval break out again all the more  terribly; and gather inside us and are life, are life that is unlived,  rejected, lost, life that we can die of. \u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cfont color=red\u003ERainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/s12.radikal.ru\/i185\/1005\/29\/726d79e60df8.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/s53.radikal.ru\/i142\/1104\/da\/291a9d082cbe.jpg 'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge goldenrod\"height=\"720\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=goldenrod\u003EDaniel Gerhartz Painting\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=gold\u003EWhy do you want to shut out of your life any uneasiness, any misery,  any depression, since after all you don't know what work these  conditions are doing inside you? Why do you want to persecute yourself  with the question of where all this is coming from and where it is going?  Since you know, after all, that you are in the midst of transitions and  you wished for nothing so much as to change. If there is anything  unhealthy in your reactions, just bear in mind that sickness is the means  by which an organism frees itself from what is alien; so one must simply  help it to be sick, to have its whole sickness and to break out with it,  since that is the way it gets better.\u003Cbr\u003E  \u003Cfont color=red\u003ERainer Maria Rilke \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/s12.radikal.ru\/i185\/1005\/29\/726d79e60df8.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E   \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/s61.radikal.ru\/i172\/1112\/a1\/65b9e06e240f.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge lemonchiffon\"height=\"660\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=lemonchiffon\u003ERichard Johnson Art\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Cfont color=navajowhite\u003EBe patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart and try to love  the questions themselves, like locked rooms and like books that are  now written in a very foreign tongue. Do not now seek the answers,  which cannot be given you because you would not be able to live them.  And the point is, to live everything. Live the questions now.  Perhaps you will then gradually, without noticing it, live along some  distant day into the answer.\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cfont color=red\u003E Rainer Maria Rilke\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/s12.radikal.ru\/i185\/1005\/29\/726d79e60df8.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/3.bp.blogspot.com\/_C0DxZRJd7lU\/TMfwgxoK5NI\/AAAAAAAAAlM\/hdW_l_1lRN0\/s1600\/lilas_arvores.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge violet\"height=\"600\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E  \u003Cfont color=pink\u003EDon't be too quick to draw conclusions from what happens to you; simply let it happen. Otherwise it will be too easy for you to look with blame... at your past, which naturally has a share with everything that now meets you.\u003Cbr\u003E  \u003Cfont color=red\u003ERainer Maria Rilke\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Cfont color=pink\u003EDo not assume that he who seeks to comfort you now, lives untroubled  among the simple and quiet words that sometimes do you good. His life  may also have much sadness and difficulty, that remains far beyond yours.  Were it otherwise, he would never have been able to find these words. \u003Cbr\u003E  \u003Cfont color=red\u003ERainer Maria Rilke "},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/feeds\/3688567598856077156\/comments\/default","title":"Post Comments"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/06\/excerpt-from-to-young-poet-rainer-maria.html#comment-form","title":"0 Comments"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/3688567598856077156"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/3688567598856077156"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/06\/excerpt-from-to-young-poet-rainer-maria.html","title":"Excerpt from \u0026quot;Letters to a Young Poet \u0026quot;by Rainer Maria Rilke:Inspiring and motivational quotes and thoughts"}],"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$media":"http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/","url":"http:\/\/4.bp.blogspot.com\/-8T3HP8yQ4ug\/TzGHhHD4JiI\/AAAAAAAAWHE\/5DX823wJoFw\/s72-c\/3172.jpg","height":"72","width":"72"},"thr$total":{"$t":"0"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4739814251441728812.post-6380701391052515176"},"published":{"$t":"2012-06-09T04:38:00.000-07:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2012-11-04T22:54:46.321-08:00"},"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":"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":"Philosophy  and Ethics poems and quotes"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"A Poet's Voice by Khalil Gibran:Part Three,Four and conclusion.Inspiring poems on love and humanism"},"content":{"type":"html","$t":"   \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EA Poet's Voice\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=white\u003EPart Three\u003Cbr\u003EKhalil Gibran\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cfont color=aqua\u003EMusic:\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=aquamarine\u003EThe shallows-Adam Hurst\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Cobject style=\"height: 390px; width: 640px\"\u003E\u003Cparam name=\"movie\" value=\"http:\/\/www.youtube.com\/v\/xAwKGi7PIzQ?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\/xAwKGi7PIzQ?version=3\u0026feature=player_detailpage\" type=\"application\/x-shockwave-flash\" allowfullscreen=\"true\" allowScriptAccess=\"always\" width=\"400\" height=\"530\"\u003E\u003C\/object\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E    \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/blogimages.seniorennet.be\/karin1953\/1105744-3360a17a75258ae78ede151345c34ec0.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge cornsilk\"height=\"640\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E     \u003Cfont color=lemonchiffon\u003EThou art my brother because you are a human,\u003Cbr\u003E and we both are sons of one Holy Spirit; \u003Cbr\u003Ewe are equal and made of the same earth. \u003Cbr\u003E You are here as my companion along the path of life, and my aid  in understanding the meaning of hidden Truth. 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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width: 640px\"\u003E\u003Cparam name=\"movie\" value=\"http:\/\/www.youtube.com\/v\/S_iRbTey2A0?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\/S_iRbTey2A0?version=3\u0026feature=player_detailpage\" type=\"application\/x-shockwave-flash\" allowfullscreen=\"true\" allowScriptAccess=\"always\" width=\"440\" height=\"480\"\u003E\u003C\/object\u003E  \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src=' http:\/\/www.podstolom.org\/uploads\/posts\/2011-11\/1321010978_341.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge dodgerblue\"height=\"680\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cp\u003E   \u003Cfont color=lemonchiffon\u003EWhen the dark wood fell before me\u003Cbr\u003EAnd all the paths were overgrown\u003Cbr\u003EWhen the priests of pride say\u003Cbr\u003Ethere is no other way\u003Cbr\u003EI tilled the sorrows of stone\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=lightblue\u003EI did not believe because I could not see\u003Cbr\u003EThough you came to me in the night\u003Cbr\u003EWhen the dawn seemed forever lost\u003Cbr\u003EYou showed me your love in\u003Cbr\u003Ethe light of the stars\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=lemonchiffon\u003ECast your eyes on the ocean\u003Cbr\u003ECast your soul to the sea\u003Cbr\u003EWhen the dark night seems endless\u003Cbr\u003EPlease remember me\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=lightblue\u003EThen the mountain rose before me\u003Cbr\u003EBy the deep well of desire\u003Cbr\u003EFrom the fountain of forgiveness\u003Cbr\u003EBeyond the ice and fire\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=lemonchiffon\u003ECast your eyes on the ocean\u003Cbr\u003ECast your soul to the sea\u003Cbr\u003EWhen the dark night seems endless\u003Cbr\u003EPlease remember me\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=lightblue\u003EThough we share this humble path, alone\u003Cbr\u003EHow fragile is the heart\u003Cbr\u003EOh give these clay feet wings to fly\u003Cbr\u003ETo touch the face of the stars\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=lemonchiffon\u003EBreathe life into this feeble heart\u003Cbr\u003ELift this mortal veil of fear\u003Cbr\u003ETake these crumbled hopes, etched with tears\u003Cbr\u003EWe'll rise above these earthly cares\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=lightblue\u003ECast your eyes on the ocean\u003Cbr\u003ECast your soul to the sea\u003Cbr\u003EWhen the dark night seems endless\u003Cbr\u003EPlease remember me\u003Cbr\u003EPlease remember me\u003Cbr\u003E"},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/feeds\/2487661403050483276\/comments\/default","title":"Post Comments"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/05\/dante-prayer-by-loreena-mckennitt.html#comment-form","title":"0 Comments"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/2487661403050483276"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/2487661403050483276"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/05\/dante-prayer-by-loreena-mckennitt.html","title":"Dante\u0026#39;s Prayer by Loreena McKennitt"}],"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":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4739814251441728812.post-7483205342542499232"},"published":{"$t":"2012-05-26T04:51:00.000-07:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2012-11-04T22:54:48.087-08:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational music"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational pictures"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational quotes"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Love quotes"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Painting and fine art"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"Insightful and inspiring love quotes by Robert G. Ingersoll,G W Hegel,Theodore I Rubin ,Robert Louis Stevenson,Thomas Merton"},"content":{"type":"html","$t":"  \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cfont color=aqua\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003EMusic:\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=aquamarine\u003EFREDERIC DELARUE - Ballet of Light\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E  \u003Ciframe width=\"550\" height=\"380\" src=\"http:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/grsHKyVZR1I?feature=player_detailpage\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen\u003E\u003C\/iframe\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/static1.pixdaus.com\/files\/items\/pics\/9\/74\/513974_1a7c9fc2fac6d5a09bfeb027267dea58_large.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge darkseagreen\"height=\"670\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=pink\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003ELove is the only bow on Life's dark cloud. It is the morning  and the evening star. It shines upon the babe, and sheds its  radiance on the quiet tomb. It is the mother of art, inspirer  of poet, patriot and philosopher. It is the air and light  of every heart — builder of every home, kindler of every fire  on every hearth. It was the first to dream of immortality.  It fills the world with melody — for music is the voice of love.  Love is the magician, the enchanter, that changes worthless  things to Joy, and makes royal kings and queens of common clay.  It is the perfume of that wondrous flower, the heart, and  without that sacred passion, that divine swoon, we are less  than beasts; but with it, earth is heaven.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003ERobert G. Ingersoll\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img1.liveinternet.ru\/images\/attach\/c\/4\/82\/652\/82652117_62704943_iro.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/gallery.photo.net\/photo\/5626366-lg.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge blanchedalmond\"height=\"690\"width=\"510\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E\u003Cfont color=lemonchiffon\u003EThis is love. I have my self-consciousness not in myself but  in the other. I am satisfied and have peace with myself only  in this other and I AM only because I have peace with myself;  if I did not have it then I would be a contradiction that  falls to pieces. This other, because it likewise exists  outside itself, has its self-consciousness only in me; and  both the other and I are only this consciousness of  being-outside-ourselves and of our identity; we are only  this intuition, feeling, and knowledge of our unity.  This is love, and without knowing that love is both  a distinguishing and the sublation of this distinction,  one speaks emptily of it. \u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cfont color=red\u003EGeorg Wilhelm Friedrich Hegel \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img1.liveinternet.ru\/images\/attach\/c\/4\/82\/652\/82652117_62704943_iro.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E  \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img0.liveinternet.ru\/images\/attach\/c\/2\/82\/963\/82963330_large_Innocence_by_RedSigns.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge blanchedalmond\"height=\"670\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=pink\u003EI must learn to love the fool in me—the one who feels too much,  talks too much, takes too many chances, wins sometimes and  loses often, lacks self-control, loves and hates, hurts and  gets hurt, promises and breaks promises, laughs and cries.  It alone protects me against that utterly self-controlled,  masterful tyrant whom I also harbor and who would rob me  of human aliveness, humility and dignity but for my fool.\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cfont color=red\u003EDr Theodore I Rubin \u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img1.liveinternet.ru\/images\/attach\/c\/4\/82\/652\/82652117_62704943_iro.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/2.bp.blogspot.com\/-W6lfvFgBiAI\/TzuZUXcqhFI\/AAAAAAAAVn4\/2fKOeiVh4B8\/s1600\/Second_Thoughts_internet.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge blanchedalmond\"height=\"690\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=lemonchiffon\u003EAdrian Gottlieb Art\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=lemonchiffon\u003EFalling in love is the one illogical adventure, the one thing  of which we are tempted to think as supernatural, in our  trite and reasonable world. The effect is out of all proportion  with the cause. Two persons, neither of them, it may be,  very amiable or very beautiful, meet, speak a little, and  look a little into each other's eyes. That has been done  a dozen or so of times in the experience of either with no  great result. But on this occasion all is different.  They fall at once into that state in which another person  becomes to us the very gist and centrepoint of God's creation,  and demolishes our laborious theories with a smile; in which  our ideas are so bound up with the one master-thought that  even the trivial cares of our own person become so many acts  of devotion, and the love of life itself is translated into  a wish to remain in the same world with so precious and  desirable a fellow-creature.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003ERobert Louis Stevenson\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img1.liveinternet.ru\/images\/attach\/c\/4\/82\/652\/82652117_62704943_iro.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E  \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/f2.foto.rambler.ru\/preview\/r\/668x613\/4b9c2a60-11ea-a88d-948f-b7f89b7f2f55\/39474_Kim_Anderson_100_122_388lo.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge blanchedalmond\"height=\"670\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Cfont color=pink\u003EThe beginning of love is the will to let those we love be  perfectly themselves, the resolution not to twist them to  fit our own image. If in loving them we do not love what  they are, but only their potential likeness to ourselves,  then we do not love them: we only love the reflection of  ourselves we find in them.\u003Cbr\u003E   \u003Cfont color=red\u003EThomas Merton, No Man Is an Island\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img1.liveinternet.ru\/images\/attach\/c\/4\/82\/652\/82652117_62704943_iro.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cfont color=lemonchiffon\u003EOur job is to love others without stopping to inquire whether  or not they are worthy. That is not our business and, in fact,  it is nobody's business. What we are asked to do is to love,  and this love itself will render both ourselves and our neighbors worthy.\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cfont color=red\u003EThomas Merton "},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/feeds\/7483205342542499232\/comments\/default","title":"Post Comments"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/05\/insightful-and-inspiring-love-quotes-by.html#comment-form","title":"1 Comments"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/7483205342542499232"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/7483205342542499232"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/05\/insightful-and-inspiring-love-quotes-by.html","title":"Insightful and inspiring love quotes by Robert G. Ingersoll,G W Hegel,Theodore I Rubin ,Robert Louis Stevenson,Thomas Merton"}],"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$media":"http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/","url":"https:\/\/img.youtube.com\/vi\/grsHKyVZR1I\/default.jpg","height":"72","width":"72"},"thr$total":{"$t":"1"}},{"id":{"$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.           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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. 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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-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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God's hope is there! \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img-fotki.yandex.ru\/get\/4700\/artemova-ludmila2010.85\/0_53517_2dfbc43b_L'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=lemonchiffon\u003EIs it a dream? Is heaven so high\u003Cbr\u003EThat pity cannot breathe its air?\u003Cbr\u003EIts happy eyes forever dry,\u003Cbr\u003EIts holy lips without a prayer!\u003Cbr\u003EMy God! my God! if thither led\u003Cbr\u003EBy Thy free grace unmerited,\u003Cbr\u003ENo crown nor palm be mine, but let me keep\u003Cbr\u003EA heart that still can feel, and eyes that still can weep.  \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img0.liveinternet.ru\/images\/attach\/c\/2\/\/65\/960\/65960740_66d5b375.png'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cfont color=red\u003EA Tear And A Smile\u003Cbr\u003E \u003Cfont color=white\u003Eby Khalil Gibran\u003Cp\u003E \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img0.liveinternet.ru\/images\/attach\/c\/5\/84\/696\/84696868_0_599b8_f5f23157_XL.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge lemonchiffon\"height=\"680\"width=\"550\"\u003E \u003Cfont color=pink\u003EI would not exchange the sorrows of my heart \u003Cbr\u003EFor the joys of the multitude.\u003Cbr\u003EAnd I would not have the tears that sadness makes \u003Cbr\u003ETo flow from my every part turn into laughter. \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img-fotki.yandex.ru\/get\/4700\/artemova-ludmila2010.85\/0_53517_2dfbc43b_L'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=aqua\u003EI would that my life remain a tear and a smile.\u003Cbr\u003EA tear to purify my heart and give me understanding\u003Cbr\u003EOf life's secrets and hidden things. \u003Cbr\u003EA smile to draw me nigh to the sons of my kind and\u003Cbr\u003E  To be a symbol of my glorification of the gods.\u003Cbr\u003EA tear to unite me with those of broken heart;\u003Cbr\u003E  A smile to be a sign of my joy in existence.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img-fotki.yandex.ru\/get\/4700\/artemova-ludmila2010.85\/0_53517_2dfbc43b_L'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=pink\u003EI would rather that I died in yearning and longing \u003Cbr\u003E than that I live Weary and despairing.\u003Cbr\u003EI want the hunger for love and beauty to be in the \u003Cbr\u003EDepths of my spirit,for I have seen those who are\u003Cbr\u003E  Satisfied the most wretched of people. \u003Cbr\u003EI have heard the sigh of those in yearning and Longing, \u003Cbr\u003Eand it is sweeter than the sweetest melody.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img-fotki.yandex.ru\/get\/4700\/artemova-ludmila2010.85\/0_53517_2dfbc43b_L'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=aqua\u003EWith evening's coming the flower folds her petals\u003Cbr\u003E  And sleeps, embracingher longing. \u003Cbr\u003EAt morning's approach she opens her lips to meet \u003Cbr\u003EThe sun's kiss.\u003Cbr\u003EThe life of a flower is longing and fulfilment.\u003Cbr\u003EA tear and a smile.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img-fotki.yandex.ru\/get\/4700\/artemova-ludmila2010.85\/0_53517_2dfbc43b_L'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=pink\u003EThe waters of the sea become vapor and rise and come \u003Cbr\u003ETogether and area cloud.\u003Cbr\u003EAnd the cloud floats above the hills and valleys \u003Cbr\u003EUntil it meets the gentle breeze, then falls weeping \u003Cbr\u003ETo the fields and joins with brooks and rivers to Return\u003Cbr\u003E to the sea, its home.\u003Cbr\u003EThe life of clouds is a parting and a meeting. \u003Cbr\u003EA tear and a smile.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img-fotki.yandex.ru\/get\/4700\/artemova-ludmila2010.85\/0_53517_2dfbc43b_L'\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cfont color=aqua\u003EAnd so does the spirit become separated from \u003Cbr\u003EThe greater spirit to move in the world of matter \u003Cbr\u003EAnd pass as a cloud over the mountain of sorrow \u003Cbr\u003EAnd the plains of joy to meet the breeze of death \u003Cbr\u003EAnd return whence it came.\u003Cbr\u003E To the ocean of Love and Beauty----to God.    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As far as possible, without surrender, be on good terms  with all persons. Speak your truth quietly and clearly;  and listen to others, even to the dull and the ignorant,  they too have their story. Avoid loud and aggressive  persons, they are vexations to the spirit. \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img-fotki.yandex.ru\/get\/4700\/artemova-ludmila2010.85\/0_53517_2dfbc43b_L'\u003E\u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cfont color=blanchedalmond\u003EIf you compare yourself with others, you may become vain  and bitter; for always there will be greater and lesser  persons than yourself. Enjoy your achievements as well  as your plans. Keep interested in your own career, however  humble; it is a real possession in the changing fortunes  of time. \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img-fotki.yandex.ru\/get\/4700\/artemova-ludmila2010.85\/0_53517_2dfbc43b_L'\u003E\u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cfont color=orange\u003EExercise caution in your business affairs, for the world  is full of trickery. But let this not blind you to what  virtue there is; many persons strive for high ideals,  and everywhere life is full of heroism. Be yourself.  Especially, do not feign affection. Neither be cynical  about love, for in the face of all aridity and  disenchantment it is perennial as the grass. \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img-fotki.yandex.ru\/get\/4700\/artemova-ludmila2010.85\/0_53517_2dfbc43b_L'\u003E\u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cfont color=blanchedalmond\u003ETake kindly to the counsel of the years, gracefully  surrendering the things of youth. Nurture strength  of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune.  But do not distress yourself with imaginings.  Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness. \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img-fotki.yandex.ru\/get\/4700\/artemova-ludmila2010.85\/0_53517_2dfbc43b_L'\u003E\u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cfont color=orange\u003EBeyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself.  You are a child of the universe, no less than the trees  and the stars; you have a right to be here. And whether  or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is  unfolding as it should. \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img-fotki.yandex.ru\/get\/4700\/artemova-ludmila2010.85\/0_53517_2dfbc43b_L'\u003E\u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cfont color=blanchedalmond\u003ETherefore be at peace with God, whatever you conceive  Him to be,and whatever your labors and aspirations,  in the noisy confusion of life, keep peace in your soul.  With all its sham, drudgery and broken dreams, it is still  a beautiful world. \u003Ccenter\u003EBe cheerful. Strive to be happy. \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/s11.radikal.ru\/i184\/1104\/76\/84be9e90d711.gif'\u003E\u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EYouth \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cfont color=white\u003ESamuel Ullman  \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/1.bp.blogspot.com\/-zzsMMIR2KW0\/UDOTzx8QkAI\/AAAAAAAAAiA\/ZkAWh5eMjUU\/s1600\/REF+1015.JPG'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge pink\"height=\"540\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cfont color=lemonchiffon\u003EAndrei Belichenko painting\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cfont color=pink\u003EYouth is not a time of life—it is a state of mind.  It is not a matter of red cheeks, red lips and supple  knees. It is a temper of the will; a quality of  the imagination; a vigor of the emotions; it is  a freshness of the deep springs of life. Youth means  a tempermental predominance of courage over timidity,  of the appetite for adventure over a life of ease.  This often exists in a man of fifty, more than in  a boy of twenty. Nobody grows old by merely living  a number of years; people grow old by deserting their ideals. \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img-fotki.yandex.ru\/get\/4700\/artemova-ludmila2010.85\/0_53517_2dfbc43b_L'\u003E  \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cfont color=salmon\u003EYears may wrinkle the skin, but to give up enthusiasm  wrinkles the soul. Worry, doubt, self-distrust, fear  and despair—these are the long, long years that bow  the head and turn the growing spirit back to dust. \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img-fotki.yandex.ru\/get\/4700\/artemova-ludmila2010.85\/0_53517_2dfbc43b_L'\u003E  \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cfont color=pink\u003EWhether seventy or sixteen, there is in every being’s  heart a love of wonder; the sweet amazement at the stars  and starlike things and thoughts; the undaunted challenge  of events, the unfailing childlike appetite for what comes  next, and the joy in the game of life. \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img-fotki.yandex.ru\/get\/4700\/artemova-ludmila2010.85\/0_53517_2dfbc43b_L'\u003E \u003Ccenter\u003E \u003Cfont color=salmon\u003EYou are as young as your faith, as old as your doubt;  as young as your self-confidence, as old as your fear,  as young as your hope, as old as your despair. \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img-fotki.yandex.ru\/get\/4700\/artemova-ludmila2010.85\/0_53517_2dfbc43b_L'\u003E \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cfont color=pink\u003E In the central place of your heart there is a wireless  station. So long as it receives messages of beauty, hope,  cheer, grandeur, courage, and power from the earth, from  men and from the Infinite—so long are you young. When  the wires are all down and the central places of your  heart are covered with the snows of pessimism and the  ice of cynicism, then are you grown old, indeed! \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/s11.radikal.ru\/i184\/1104\/76\/84be9e90d711.gif'\u003E\u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/blogimages.seniorennet.be\/karin1953\/1105740-b874a47b61f84be1512f0e299f804e32.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge ivory\"height=\"640\"width=\"550\"\u003E \u003Cfont color=gainsboro\u003E\u003Ccenter\u003EI believe in cultivating opposite, but complementary views  of life, and I believe in meeting life's challenges with  contradictory strategies. I believe in reckoning with the  ultimate meaninglessness of our existence, even as we fall  in love with the miracle of being alive. I believe in  working passionately to make our lives count while never  losing sight of our insignificance. I believe in caring  deeply and being beyond caring. It is by encompassing these  opposites, by being involved and vulnerable, but simultaneously  transcendent and detached, that our lives are graced by  resilience and joy.  \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EFritz Williams \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/s11.radikal.ru\/i184\/1104\/76\/84be9e90d711.gif'\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img-fotki.yandex.ru\/get\/5401\/stanuliene.41\/0_38c8a_1cd49921_XL.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge violet\"height=\"700\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003E\u003Cfont color=ivory\u003EAlan Ayers Art  \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cfont color=pink\u003EFinish every day and be done with it. You have done what  you could; some blunders and absurdities no doubt crept  in; forget them as soon as you can. Tomorrow is a new day;  you shall begin it serenely and with too high a spirit  to be encumbered with your old nonsense.  \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003ERalph Waldo Emerson \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img-fotki.yandex.ru\/get\/4700\/artemova-ludmila2010.85\/0_53517_2dfbc43b_L'\u003E\u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cfont color=pink\u003ELife, he realize, was much like a song. In the beginning  there is mystery, in the end there is confirmation, but  it's in the middle where all the emotion resides to make  the whole thing worthwhile.   \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003ENicholas Sparks, The Last Song \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img-fotki.yandex.ru\/get\/4700\/artemova-ludmila2010.85\/0_53517_2dfbc43b_L'\u003E\u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cfont color=pink\u003EI wanted a perfect ending. Now I've learned, the hard way,  that some poems don't rhyme, and some stories don't have  a clear beginning, middle, and end. Life is about not knowing,  having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it,  without knowing what's going to happen next. Delicious Ambiguity.   \u003Cfont color=red\u003E\u003Ccenter\u003EGilda Radner"},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/feeds\/9028026169029705590\/comments\/default","title":"Post Comments"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/04\/desiderata-by-max-ehrmannyouth-by.html#comment-form","title":"0 Comments"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/9028026169029705590"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/9028026169029705590"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/04\/desiderata-by-max-ehrmannyouth-by.html","title":"Desiderata by  Max Ehrmann;Youth by Samuel Ullman;inspiring life quotes by Fritz Williams,Gilda Radner,Ralph Waldo Emerson,Nicholas Sparks"}],"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\/-zzsMMIR2KW0\/UDOTzx8QkAI\/AAAAAAAAAiA\/ZkAWh5eMjUU\/s72-c\/REF+1015.JPG","height":"72","width":"72"},"thr$total":{"$t":"0"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4739814251441728812.post-7751121631559152578"},"published":{"$t":"2012-04-14T06:05:00.000-07:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2012-11-04T22:54:52.678-08:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational music"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational pictures"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational quotes"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Life poems and quotes"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Love quotes"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Painting and fine art"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"I am...by Author Unknown;Inter-relationship by Thich Nhat Hanh;From “The Divine Comedy” by Dante Alligeri,Inspiring love and life quotes by Leo Rosten and leo Buscaglia"},"content":{"type":"html","$t":"\u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003EI am...\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=white\u003EAuthor Unknown\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/static4.pixdaus.com\/files\/items\/pics\/3\/79\/148379_7931a3faf0c2a997607f0d41b9b7ada5_large.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge aquamarine\"height=\"690\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EMusic:\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=white\u003ESpring Waltz-Yiruma\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cobject style=\"height: 390px; width: 640px\"\u003E\u003Cparam name=\"movie\" value=\"http:\/\/www.youtube.com\/v\/ZF72wfvnXJs?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\/ZF72wfvnXJs?version=3\u0026feature=player_detailpage\" type=\"application\/x-shockwave-flash\" allowfullscreen=\"true\" allowScriptAccess=\"always\" width=\"420\" height=\"410\"\u003E\u003C\/object\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=aqua\u003ESome say I can fly on the wind, yet I haven't any wings.\u003Cbr \/\u003ESome have found me floating on the open sea,\u003Cbr \/\u003Eyet I cannot swim.\u003Cbr \/\u003ESome have felt my warmth on cold nights, yet I have no flame. \u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/i1119.photobucket.com\/albums\/k639\/MrsEndang\/MP\/92.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=pink\u003EAnd though you cannot see me, I lay between two lovers \u003Cbr \/\u003Eat the hearth of fireplaces. I am the twinkle in your\u003Cbr \/\u003Echild's eyes. I am hidden in thelines of your mother's\u003Cbr \/\u003Eface. I am your father's shield as he guards your home.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/i1119.photobucket.com\/albums\/k639\/MrsEndang\/MP\/92.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=aqua\u003EAnd yet... Some say I am stronger than steel, yet I am\u003Cbr \/\u003Eas fragile as a tear. \u003Cbr \/\u003ESome have never searched for me, yet I am around them\u003Cbr \/\u003Ealways. Some say I die with loss, yet I am endless.\u003Cbr \/\u003EAnd though you cannot hear me, I dance on the laughter\u003Cbr \/\u003Eof children. I am woven into the whispers of passion.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/i1119.photobucket.com\/albums\/k639\/MrsEndang\/MP\/92.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=pink\u003EI am in the blessings of Grandmothers. I embrace the cries\u003Cbr \/\u003Eof newborn babies.And yet... Some say I am a flower, yet\u003Cbr \/\u003EI am also the seed. Some have little faith in me, yet I will\u003Cbr \/\u003Ealways believe in them. \u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/i1119.photobucket.com\/albums\/k639\/MrsEndang\/MP\/92.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=aqua\u003ESome say I cannot cure the ill, yet I nourish the soul.\u003Cbr \/\u003EAnd though you cannot touch me, I am the gentle hand \u003Cbr \/\u003Eof the kind. I am the fingertips that caress your cheek\u003Cbr \/\u003Eat night. I am the hug of a child. I am love.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/i544.photobucket.com\/albums\/hh354\/9zz-rio\/Roses\/13142820_b7401.gif?t=1301408954'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003ELife quote \u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=white\u003Eleo Rosten\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/s51.radikal.ru\/i132\/0910\/9e\/fecadacc8dd3.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge blanchedalmond\"height=\"670\"width=\"520\"\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EJean Claude Quidon Art\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=salmon\u003EIn some way, however small and secret, each of us\u003Cbr \/\u003Eis a little mad. Everyone is lonely at the bottom\u003Cbr \/\u003Eand cries to be understood. But we can never entirely\u003Cbr \/\u003Eunderstand someone else. \u003Cbr \/\u003EEach of us remains part stranger, even to those who \u003Cbr \/\u003Elove us.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/i1119.photobucket.com\/albums\/k639\/MrsEndang\/MP\/92.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=lemonchiffon\u003EYou can understand and relate to most people better if\u003Cbr \/\u003Eyou look at them - no matter how old or impressive they \u003Cbr \/\u003Emay be - as if they are children. For most of us never \u003Cbr \/\u003Ereally grow up or mature all that much - we simply grow\u003Cbr \/\u003Etaller. O, to be sure, we laugh less and play less and\u003Cbr \/\u003Ewear uncomfortable disguises like adults, but beneath \u003Cbr \/\u003Ethe costume is the child we always are, whose needs are\u003Cbr \/\u003Esimple, whose daily life is still best described by\u003Cbr \/\u003Efairy tales. \u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/i1119.photobucket.com\/albums\/k639\/MrsEndang\/MP\/92.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=salmon\u003EI cannot believe that the purpose of life is to be happy.\u003Cbr \/\u003EWhere was it ever promised us that life on this earth can \u003Cbr \/\u003Eever be easy, free from conflict and uncertainty, devoid \u003Cbr \/\u003Eof anguish and wonder and pain? \u003Cbr \/\u003EI think the purpose of life is to be useful, to be responsible,\u003Cbr \/\u003Eto be compassionate. It is, above all to matter, to count,\u003Cbr \/\u003Eto stand for something, to have made some difference that \u003Cbr \/\u003Eyou lived at all.\u003Cbr \/\u003EHappiness comes only when we push our brains and hearts\u003Cbr \/\u003Eto the farthest reaches of which we are capable.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/i544.photobucket.com\/albums\/hh354\/9zz-rio\/Roses\/13142820_b7401.gif?t=1301408954'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003ELove quotes \u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=white\u003Eby Leo Buscaglia\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/s54.radikal.ru\/i143\/1005\/b8\/7e13007f7151.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge burlywood\"height=\"680\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=coral\u003EToo often we underestimate the power of a touch, a smile,\u003Cbr \/\u003Ea kind word, a listening ear, an honest compliment, or\u003Cbr \/\u003Ethe smallest act of caring, all of which have the potential\u003Cbr \/\u003Eto turn a life around.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/i1119.photobucket.com\/albums\/k639\/MrsEndang\/MP\/92.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EWhat we need to know about loving is no great mystery.\u003Cbr \/\u003EWe all know what constitutes loving behavior; we need \u003Cbr \/\u003Ebut act upon it, not continually question it. Over-analysis\u003Cbr \/\u003Eoften confuses the issue and in the end brings us no closer\u003Cbr \/\u003Eto insight. We sometimes become too busy classifying,\u003Cbr \/\u003Eseparating, and examining, to remember that love is easy.\u003Cbr \/\u003EIt's we who make it complicated. \u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/i544.photobucket.com\/albums\/hh354\/9zz-rio\/Roses\/13142820_b7401.gif?t=1301408954'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EInter-relationship\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=white\u003EThich Nhat Hanh\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img1.liveinternet.ru\/images\/attach\/c\/1\/\/56\/882\/56882718_55749838_Marina_Buhtiyarova.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge blanchedalmond\"height=\"685\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=blanchedalmond\u003EMaria Boohtiyarova Art\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=cornsilk\u003EYou are me and I am you. \u003Cbr \/\u003EIsn't it obvious that we inter-are?\u003Cbr \/\u003EYou cultivate the flower in yourself \u003Cbr \/\u003Eso that I will be beautiful. \u003Cbr \/\u003EI transform the garbage in myself \u003Cbr \/\u003Eso that 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 joy.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/i1119.photobucket.com\/albums\/k639\/MrsEndang\/MP\/92.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EFrom “The Divine Comedy”\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=white\u003Eby Dante Alligeri\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/m.blog.hu\/be\/bertold\/image\/XxlaJkTzA4YH.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge slategrey\"height=\"680\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=lemonchiffon\u003EThe love of God, unutterable and perfect,\u003Cbr \/\u003EFlows into a pure soul the way that light\u003Cbr \/\u003ERushes into a transparent object.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EThe more love that it finds, the more it gives\u003Cbr \/\u003EItself; so that, as we grow clear and open,\u003Cbr \/\u003EThe more complete the joy of loving is.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EAnd the more souls who resonate together,\u003Cbr \/\u003EThe greater the intensity of their love,\u003Cbr \/\u003EFor, mirror-like, each soul reflects the others."},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/feeds\/7751121631559152578\/comments\/default","title":"Post Comments"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/04\/i-amby-author-unknowninter-relationship.html#comment-form","title":"0 Comments"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/7751121631559152578"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/7751121631559152578"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/04\/i-amby-author-unknowninter-relationship.html","title":"I am...by Author Unknown;Inter-relationship by Thich Nhat Hanh;From “The Divine Comedy” by Dante Alligeri,Inspiring love and life quotes by Leo Rosten and leo Buscaglia"}],"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$media":"http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/","url":"http:\/\/i1119.photobucket.com\/albums\/k639\/MrsEndang\/MP\/th_92.gif","height":"72","width":"72"},"thr$total":{"$t":"0"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4739814251441728812.post-5790922456954842524"},"published":{"$t":"2012-04-07T07:17:00.000-07:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2012-11-04T22:54:53.409-08:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"English 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":"Spirituality poems and quotes"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"Inspiring poetry of John Greenleaf Whittier:The Eternal Goodness,REQUIREMENT,Utterance,The meeting,By Their Works:spiritual and religious poems"},"content":{"type":"html","$t":"\u003Ccenter\u003E \u003Cfont color=red\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003EThe Eternal Goodness\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=white\u003EJohn Greenleaf Whittier\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/fc04.deviantart.net\/fs32\/i\/2008\/205\/b\/e\/Cold_Water_by_BumiManusia.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge darkseagreen\"height=\"700\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=aqua\u003EMusic:\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=white\u003EOmar Farouk- Zeynep's Romance!\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cobject style=\"height: 390px; width: 640px\"\u003E\u003Cparam name=\"movie\" value=\"http:\/\/www.youtube.com\/v\/W3vtX3ut960?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\/W3vtX3ut960?version=3\u0026feature=player_detailpage\" type=\"application\/x-shockwave-flash\" allowfullscreen=\"true\" allowScriptAccess=\"always\" width=\"440\" height=\"400\"\u003E\u003C\/object\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=pink\u003EO friends! with whom my feet have trod\u003Cbr \/\u003EThe quiet aisles of prayer,\u003Cbr \/\u003EGlad witness to your zeal for God\u003Cbr \/\u003EAnd love of man I bear.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/s010.radikal.ru\/i313\/1010\/e7\/c42657872cd7.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=aqua\u003EI trace your lines of argument;\u003Cbr \/\u003EYour logic linked and strong\u003Cbr \/\u003EI weigh as one who dreads dissent,\u003Cbr \/\u003EAnd fears a doubt as wrong.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/s010.radikal.ru\/i313\/1010\/e7\/c42657872cd7.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=pink\u003EBut still my human hands are weak\u003Cbr \/\u003ETo hold your iron creeds;\u003Cbr \/\u003EAgainst the words ye bid me speak\u003Cbr \/\u003EMy heart within me pleads.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/s010.radikal.ru\/i313\/1010\/e7\/c42657872cd7.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=aqua\u003EWho fathoms the Eternal Thought?\u003Cbr \/\u003EWho talks of scheme and plan?\u003Cbr \/\u003EThe Lord is God! He needeth not\u003Cbr \/\u003EThe poor device of man.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/s010.radikal.ru\/i313\/1010\/e7\/c42657872cd7.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=pink\u003EI walk with bare, hushed feet the ground\u003Cbr \/\u003EYe tread with boldness shod:\u003Cbr \/\u003EI dare not fix with mete and bound\u003Cbr \/\u003EThe love and power of God.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/s010.radikal.ru\/i313\/1010\/e7\/c42657872cd7.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=aqua\u003EYe praise His justice; even such\u003Cbr \/\u003EHis pitying love I deem\u003Cbr \/\u003EYe seek a king; I fain would touch\u003Cbr \/\u003EThe robe that hath no seam.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img1.liveinternet.ru\/images\/attach\/c\/1\/\/49\/962\/49962015_21312174_69a40d81550e.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EREQUIREMENT\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=white\u003Eby John Greenleaf Whittier\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/amolife.com\/image\/images\/stories\/Inspiration\/Quotes\/great_quotes_get_you_inspired%20%283%29.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge blanchedalmond\"height=\"700\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=coral\u003EWe live by Faith; but Faith is not the slave\u003Cbr \/\u003EOf text and legend. Reason's voice and God's,\u003Cbr \/\u003ENature's and Duty's, never are at odds.\u003Cbr \/\u003EWhat asks our Father of his children, save\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/s010.radikal.ru\/i313\/1010\/e7\/c42657872cd7.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=blanchedalmond\u003EJustice and mercy and humility,\u003Cbr \/\u003EA reasonable service of good deeds,\u003Cbr \/\u003EPure living, tenderness to human needs,\u003Cbr \/\u003EReverence and trust, and prayer for light to see\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/s010.radikal.ru\/i313\/1010\/e7\/c42657872cd7.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=salmon\u003EThe Master's footprints in our daily ways?\u003Cbr \/\u003ENo knotted scourge nor sacrificial knife,\u003Cbr \/\u003EBut the calm beauty of an ordered life\u003Cbr \/\u003EWhose very breathing is unworded praise!--\u003Cbr \/\u003EA life that stands as all true lives have stood,\u003Cbr \/\u003EFirm-rooted in the faith that God is Good.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img1.liveinternet.ru\/images\/attach\/c\/1\/\/49\/962\/49962015_21312174_69a40d81550e.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EUtterance\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=white\u003Eby John Greenleaf Whittier\t\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/static.diary.ru\/userdir\/2\/9\/1\/9\/291921\/13599323.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge black\"height=\"550\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=salmon\u003EBut what avail inadequate words to reach\u003Cbr \/\u003EThe innermost of Truth? Who shall essay,\u003Cbr \/\u003EBlinded and weak, to point and lead the way,\u003Cbr \/\u003EOr solve the mystery in familiar speech?\u003Cbr \/\u003EYet, if it be that something not thy own,\u003Cbr \/\u003ESome shadow of the Thought to which our schemes,\u003Cbr \/\u003ECreeds, cult, and ritual are at best but dreams,\u003Cbr \/\u003EIs even to thy unworthiness made known,\u003Cbr \/\u003EThou mayst not hide what yet thou shouldst not dare\u003Cbr \/\u003ETo utter lightly, lest on lips of thine\u003Cbr \/\u003EThe real seem false, the beauty undivine.\u003Cbr \/\u003ESo, weighing duty in the scale of prayer,\u003Cbr \/\u003EGive what seems given thee. It may prove a seed\u003Cbr \/\u003EOf goodness dropped in fallow-grounds of need.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img1.liveinternet.ru\/images\/attach\/c\/1\/\/49\/962\/49962015_21312174_69a40d81550e.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EExcerpt from the meeting\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=white\u003Eby John Greenleaf Whittier\t\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/4.bp.blogspot.com\/_Cd5wzS59Xs0\/TTW8nEacpGI\/AAAAAAAAFys\/W8qfhD4fHdE\/s1600\/Poetry_in_Motion_by_phatpuppy.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge ivory\"height=\"680\"width=\"530\"\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=gold\u003EAnd still the measure of our needs,\u003Cbr \/\u003EOutgrows the cramping bounds of creeds;\u003Cbr \/\u003EThe manna gathered yesterday\u003Cbr \/\u003EAlready savors of decay;\u003Cbr \/\u003EDoubts to the world's child-heart unknown\u003Cbr \/\u003EQuestion us now from star and stone;\u003Cbr \/\u003EToo little or too much we know\u003Cbr \/\u003EAnd sight is swift and faith is slow;\u003Cbr \/\u003EThe power is lost to self-deceive\u003Cbr \/\u003EWith shallow forms of make-believe.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/s010.radikal.ru\/i313\/1010\/e7\/c42657872cd7.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=orange\u003EWe walk at high noon, and the bells\u003Cbr \/\u003ECall to a thousand oracles,\u003Cbr \/\u003EBut the sound deafens, and the light\u003Cbr \/\u003EIs stronger than our dazzled sight;\u003Cbr \/\u003EThe letters of the sacred Book\u003Cbr \/\u003EGlimmer and swim beneath our look;\u003Cbr \/\u003EStill struggles in the Age's breast\u003Cbr \/\u003EWith deepening agony of quest\u003Cbr \/\u003EThe old entreaty: 'Art thou He,\u003Cbr \/\u003EOr look we to the Christ to be?'\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/s010.radikal.ru\/i313\/1010\/e7\/c42657872cd7.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=gold\u003E\"God should be most where man is least:\u003Cbr \/\u003ESo, where is neither church nor priest,\u003Cbr \/\u003EAnd never rag nor form of creed\u003Cbr \/\u003ETo clothe the nakedness of need,--\u003Cbr \/\u003EWhere farmer folk in silence meet,--\u003Cbr \/\u003EI turn my bell-unsummoned feet;\u003Cbr \/\u003EI lay the critic's glass aside,\u003Cbr \/\u003EI tread upon my lettered pride,\u003Cbr \/\u003EAnd, lowest-seated, testify\u003Cbr \/\u003ETo the oneness of humanity;\u003Cbr \/\u003EConfess the universal want,\u003Cbr \/\u003EAnd share whatever Heaven may grant.\u003Cbr \/\u003EHe findeth not who seeks his own,\u003Cbr \/\u003EThe soul is lost that's saved alone.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img1.liveinternet.ru\/images\/attach\/c\/1\/\/49\/962\/49962015_21312174_69a40d81550e.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EExcerpt from the meeting\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=white\u003Eby John Greenleaf Whittier\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/www.pxleyes.com\/images\/contests\/blue%20fantasy\/fullsize\/blue%20fantasy_4bbd430d84681.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge steelblue\"height=\"640\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=lightblue\u003ESo sometimes comes to soul and sense\u003Cbr \/\u003EThe feeling which is evidence\u003Cbr \/\u003EThat very near about us lies\u003Cbr \/\u003EThe realm of spiritual mysteries.\u003Cbr \/\u003EThe sphere of the supernal powers\u003Cbr \/\u003EImpinges on this world of ours.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/s010.radikal.ru\/i313\/1010\/e7\/c42657872cd7.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=cornsilk\u003EThe low and dark horizon lifts,\u003Cbr \/\u003ETo light the scenic terror shifts;\u003Cbr \/\u003EThe breath of a diviner air\u003Cbr \/\u003EBlows down the answer of a prayer:--\u003Cbr \/\u003EThat all our sorrow, pain, and doubt\u003Cbr \/\u003EA great compassion clasps about,\u003Cbr \/\u003EAnd law and goodness, love and force,\u003Cbr \/\u003EAre wedded fast beyond divorce.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/s010.radikal.ru\/i313\/1010\/e7\/c42657872cd7.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=lightblue\u003EThen duty leaves to love its task,\u003Cbr \/\u003EThe beggar Self forgets to ask;\u003Cbr \/\u003EWith smile of trust and folded hands,\u003Cbr \/\u003EThe passive soul in waiting stands\u003Cbr \/\u003ETo feel, as flowers the sun and dew,\u003Cbr \/\u003EThe One true Life its own renew.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/s010.radikal.ru\/i313\/1010\/e7\/c42657872cd7.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=cornsilk\u003E\"So, to the calmly gathered thought\u003Cbr \/\u003EThe innermost of truth is taught,\u003Cbr \/\u003EThe mystery dimly understood,\u003Cbr \/\u003EThat love of God is love of good,\u003Cbr \/\u003EAnd, chiefly, its divinest trace\u003Cbr \/\u003EIn Him of Nazareth's holy face\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img1.liveinternet.ru\/images\/attach\/c\/1\/\/49\/962\/49962015_21312174_69a40d81550e.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EBy Their Works\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=white\u003Eby John Greenleaf Whittier\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/fc09.deviantart.net\/fs39\/i\/2008\/365\/e\/a\/The_Devouring_Flame_by_Chrishankhah.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge black\"height=\"640\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=lemonchiffon\u003ECall him not heretic whose works attest\u003Cbr \/\u003EHis faith in goodness by no creed confessed.\u003Cbr \/\u003EWhatever in love's name is truly done\u003Cbr \/\u003ETo free the bound and lift the fallen one\u003Cbr \/\u003EIs done to Christ. Whoso in deed and word\u003Cbr \/\u003EIs not against Him labours for our Lord.\u003Cbr \/\u003EWhen he, who, sad and weary, longing sore\u003Cbr \/\u003EFor love's sweet service sought the sisters' door\u003Cbr \/\u003EOne saw the heavenly, one the human guest\u003Cbr \/\u003EBut who shall say which loved the master best?"},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/feeds\/5790922456954842524\/comments\/default","title":"Post Comments"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/04\/inspiring-poetry-of-john-greenleaf.html#comment-form","title":"0 Comments"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/5790922456954842524"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/5790922456954842524"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/04\/inspiring-poetry-of-john-greenleaf.html","title":"Inspiring poetry of John Greenleaf Whittier:The Eternal Goodness,REQUIREMENT,Utterance,The meeting,By Their Works:spiritual and religious poems"}],"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\/_Cd5wzS59Xs0\/TTW8nEacpGI\/AAAAAAAAFys\/W8qfhD4fHdE\/s72-c\/Poetry_in_Motion_by_phatpuppy.jpg","height":"72","width":"72"},"thr$total":{"$t":"0"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4739814251441728812.post-2947256610854221936"},"published":{"$t":"2012-03-31T09:14:00.000-07:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2012-11-04T22:54:54.561-08:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Beauty poems and quotes"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational music"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational pictures"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Khalil Gibran quotes and poems"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Love poems"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Painting and fine art"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Philosophy  and Ethics poems and quotes"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"On Beauty  by Kahlil Gibran,Beauty is the radiance of being by Nicholas Gordon,When You Are Old by William Butler Yeats:Inspiring poems and quotes on Beauty"},"content":{"type":"html","$t":"\u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EOn Beauty\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=white\u003EKahlil Gibran\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/s57.radikal.ru\/i157\/1112\/a1\/f469527c5c07.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge blanchedalmond\"height=\"680\"width=\"540\"\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003ERichard johnson Art\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=aqua\u003EMusic:\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=aquamarine\u003ESTAMATIS SPANOUDAKIS - St. John's Tear\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cobject style=\"height: 390px; width: 640px\"\u003E\u003Cparam name=\"movie\" value=\"http:\/\/www.youtube.com\/v\/vA3xajQJals?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\/vA3xajQJals?version=3\u0026feature=player_detailpage\" type=\"application\/x-shockwave-flash\" allowfullscreen=\"true\" allowScriptAccess=\"always\" width=\"450\" height=\"450\"\u003E\u003C\/object\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=lemonchiffon\u003EWhere shall you seek beauty, and how shall you find \u003Cbr \/\u003Eher unless she herself be your way and your guide?\u003Cbr \/\u003EAnd how shall you speak of her except she be the weaver\u003Cbr \/\u003Eof your speech?\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EThe aggrieved and the injured say,\u003Cbr \/\u003E \"Beauty is kind and gentle.\u003Cbr \/\u003ELike a young mother half-shy of her own glory\u003Cbr \/\u003E she walks among us.\"\u003Cbr \/\u003EAnd the passionate say, \u003Cbr \/\u003E\"Nay, beauty is a thing of might and dread.\u003Cbr \/\u003ELike the tempest she shakes the earth beneath us \u003Cbr \/\u003Eand the sky above us.\"\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/i32.tinypic.com\/2s626g2.jpg'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=aqua\u003EThe tired and the weary say, \"Beauty is of soft\u003Cbr \/\u003Ewhisperings. She speaks in our spirit.\u003Cbr \/\u003EHer voice yields to our silences like a faint\u003Cbr \/\u003Elight that quivers in fear of the shadow.\"\u003Cbr \/\u003EBut the restless say, \"We have heard her shouting\u003Cbr \/\u003Eamong the mountains,\u003Cbr \/\u003EAnd with her cries came the sound of hoofs, and\u003Cbr \/\u003Ethe beating of wings and the roaring of lions.\"\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/i32.tinypic.com\/2s626g2.jpg'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=lemonchiffon\u003EAt night the watchmen of the city say, \"Beauty shall\u003Cbr \/\u003Erise with the dawn from the east.\"\u003Cbr \/\u003EAnd at noontide the toilers and the wayfarers say,\u003Cbr \/\u003E\"We have seen her leaning over the earth from \u003Cbr \/\u003Ethe windows of the sunset.\"\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/i32.tinypic.com\/2s626g2.jpg'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=aqua\u003EIn winter say the snow-bound, \"She shall come with \u003Cbr \/\u003Ethe spring leaping upon the hills.\" \u003Cbr \/\u003EAnd in the summer heat the reapers say, \u003Cbr \/\u003E\"We have seen her dancing with the autumn leaves, \u003Cbr \/\u003Eand we saw a drift of snow in her hair.\"\u003Cbr \/\u003EAll these things have you said of beauty, \u003Cbr \/\u003EYet in truth you spoke not of her but of needs unsatisfied,\u003Cbr \/\u003EAnd beauty is not a need but an ecstasy. \u003Cbr \/\u003EIt is not a mouth thirsting nor an empty hand stretched forth,\u003Cbr \/\u003EBut rather a heart enflamed and a soul enchanted.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/i32.tinypic.com\/2s626g2.jpg'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=lemonchiffon\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EIt is not the image you would see nor the song you would hear,\u003Cbr \/\u003EBut rather an image you see though you close your eyes \u003Cbr \/\u003Eand a song you hear though you shut your ears.\u003Cbr \/\u003EIt is not the sap within the furrowed bark,\u003Cbr \/\u003E nor a wing attached to a claw,\u003Cbr \/\u003EBut rather a garden for ever in bloom and a flock of\u003Cbr \/\u003Eangels for ever in flight.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/i32.tinypic.com\/2s626g2.jpg'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=aqua\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EPeople of Orphalese, beauty is life when life unveils\u003Cbr \/\u003Eher holy face.\u003Cbr \/\u003EBut you are life and you are the veil.\u003Cbr \/\u003EBeauty is eternity gazing at itself in a mirror.\u003Cbr \/\u003EBut you are eternity and you are the mirror.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/i058.radikal.ru\/0911\/2a\/113555d691dc.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EBeauty is the radiance of being\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=white\u003ENicholas Gordon\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/farm3.static.flickr.com\/2618\/4182508181_33e7db9b77_z.jpg?zz=1'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge orange\"height=\"660\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=gold\u003EBeauty is the radiance of Being,\u003Cbr \/\u003EOpening a seam of inner sky.\u003Cbr \/\u003ENow we pause a moment beyond seeing,\u003Cbr \/\u003ENot at the heart of things but quite nearby,\u003Cbr \/\u003EIn fields where all our deepest longings lie.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/i32.tinypic.com\/2s626g2.jpg'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=coral\u003EEach of us becomes a thing of beauty\u003Cbr \/\u003EAs we are touched by love's unearthly grace,\u003Cbr \/\u003ENot meaning to transcend our chosen duty,\u003Cbr \/\u003EDemanding nothing more than we embrace,\u003Cbr \/\u003EMore lovely than our hands or eyes can trace.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/i32.tinypic.com\/2s626g2.jpg'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=gold\u003EAs ordinary days are filled with music,\u003Cbr \/\u003ERejoicing in the glory of a song,\u003Cbr \/\u003EKind hearts can dwell in beauty if they choose it,\u003Cbr \/\u003EUnseen by those who anger and do wrong.\u003Cbr \/\u003ESo may love bring you beauty all life long.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/i058.radikal.ru\/0911\/2a\/113555d691dc.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EWhen You Are Old\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=white\u003EWilliam Butler Yeats\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/s43.radikal.ru\/i099\/1112\/7a\/488bbf333213.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge blanchedalmond\"height=\"680\"width=\"520\"\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=ivory\u003ERichard Johnson Art\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=gold\u003EWHEN you are old and grey and full of sleep,\u003Cbr \/\u003EAnd nodding by the fire, take down this book,\u003Cbr \/\u003EAnd slowly read, and dream of the soft look\u003Cbr \/\u003EYour eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;\u003Cbr \/\u003EHow many loved your moments of glad grace,\u003Cbr \/\u003EAnd loved your beauty with love false or true,\u003Cbr \/\u003EBut one man loved the pilgrim Soul in you,\u003Cbr \/\u003EAnd loved the sorrows of your changing face;\u003Cbr \/\u003EAnd bending down beside the glowing bars,\u003Cbr \/\u003EMurmur, a little sadly, how Love fled\u003Cbr \/\u003EAnd paced upon the mountains overhead\u003Cbr \/\u003EAnd hid his face amid a crowd of stars. \u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/i058.radikal.ru\/0911\/2a\/113555d691dc.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/deetroy.users.photofile.ru\/photo\/deetroy\/96028139\/xlarge\/106145087.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge pink\"height=\"680\"width=\"540\"\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=pink\u003EA man should hear a little music, read a little poetry,\u003Cbr \/\u003E and see a fine picture every day of his life, in order\u003Cbr \/\u003E that worldly cares may not obliterate the sense of \u003Cbr \/\u003Ethe beautiful which God has implanted in the human soul. \u003Cbr \/\u003E \u003Cfont color=red\u003EJohann Wolfgang von Goethe\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=pink\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EThough we travel the world over to find the beautiful,\u003Cbr \/\u003Ewe must carry it with us or we find it not.  \u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003ERalph Waldo Emerson\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=pink\u003ESome people, no matter how old they get, never lose their \u003Cbr \/\u003Ebeauty - they merely move it from their faces into their \u003Cbr \/\u003Ehearts.  \u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EMartin Buxbaum\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E"},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/feeds\/2947256610854221936\/comments\/default","title":"Post Comments"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/03\/on-beauty-by-kahlil-gibranbeauty-is.html#comment-form","title":"0 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pictures"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Nature poems and quotes"},{"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":"Excerpt from \"The meeting\"  by John Greenleaf whittier , We Are Made One with What We Touch and See by   Oscar Wilde, Nature and Man   by: Edith Matilda Thomas"},"content":{"type":"html","$t":"\u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003EExcerpt from \"The meeting\"\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=white\u003Eby John Greenleaf whittier\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/28.media.tumblr.com\/tumblr_liolsxDtlj1qax50vo1_500.jpg\u003Cbr \/\u003E 'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge blanchedalmond\"height=\"690\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=violet\u003EMusic:\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=Omar Akram-Dancing with the wind\u003Cbr \/\u003E \u003Cbr \/\u003E \u003Cbr \/\u003E \u003Cobject style=\"height: 390px; width: 640px\"\u003E\u003Cparam name=\"movie\" value=\"http:\/\/www.youtube.com\/v\/3r99DIRPE2s?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\/3r99DIRPE2s?version=3\u0026feature=player_detailpage\" type=\"application\/x-shockwave-flash\" allowfullscreen=\"true\" allowScriptAccess=\"always\" width=\"500\" height=\"420\"\u003E\u003C\/object\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=springgreen\u003E\"Dream not, O friend, because I seek\u003Cbr \/\u003EThis quiet shelter twice a week,\u003Cbr \/\u003EI better deem its pine-laid floor\u003Cbr \/\u003EThan breezy hill or sea-sung shore;\u003Cbr \/\u003EBut nature is not solitude:\u003Cbr \/\u003EShe crowds us with her thronging wood;\u003Cbr \/\u003EHer many hands reach out to us,\u003Cbr \/\u003EHer many tongues are garrulous;\u003Cbr \/\u003EPerpetual riddles of surprise\u003Cbr \/\u003EShe offers to our ears and eyes;\u003Cbr \/\u003EShe will not leave our senses still,\u003Cbr \/\u003EBut drags them captive at her will;\u003Cbr \/\u003EAnd making earth too great for heaven,\u003Cbr \/\u003EShe hides the Giver in the given.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/roseric.r.o.pic.centerblog.net\/c50427a5.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=pink\u003E\"And so I find it well to come\u003Cbr \/\u003EFor deeper rest to this still room,\u003Cbr \/\u003EFor here the habit of the soul\u003Cbr \/\u003EFeels less the outer world's control;\u003Cbr \/\u003EThe strength of mutual purpose pleads\u003Cbr \/\u003EMore earnestly our common needs;\u003Cbr \/\u003EAnd from the silence multiplied\u003Cbr \/\u003EBy these still forms on either side,\u003Cbr \/\u003EThe world that time and sense have known\u003Cbr \/\u003EFalls off and leaves us God alone.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/roseric.r.o.pic.centerblog.net\/c50427a5.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=springgreen\u003E\"Yet rarely through the charmed repose\u003Cbr \/\u003EUnmixed the stream of motive flows,\u003Cbr \/\u003EA flavor of its many springs,\u003Cbr \/\u003EThe tints of earth and sky it brings;\u003Cbr \/\u003EIn the still waters needs must be\u003Cbr \/\u003ESome shade of human sympathy;\u003Cbr \/\u003EAnd here, in its accustomed place,\u003Cbr \/\u003EI look on memory's dearest face;\u003Cbr \/\u003EThe blind by-sitter guesseth not\u003Cbr \/\u003EWhat shadow haunts that vacant spot;\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/roseric.r.o.pic.centerblog.net\/c50427a5.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=pink\u003ENo eyes save mine alone can see\u003Cbr \/\u003EThe love wherewith it welcomes me!\u003Cbr \/\u003EAnd still, with those alone my kin,\u003Cbr \/\u003EIn doubt and weakness, want and sin,\u003Cbr \/\u003EI bow my head, my heart I bare,\u003Cbr \/\u003EAs when that face was living there,\u003Cbr \/\u003EAnd strive (too oft, alas! in vain)\u003Cbr \/\u003EThe peace of simple trust to gain,\u003Cbr \/\u003EFold fancy's restless wings, and lay\u003Cbr \/\u003EThe idols of my heart away.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/mycenes.m.y.pic.centerblog.net\/bdvyx0ob.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EWe Are Made One with What We Touch and See \u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=white\u003EOscar Wilde\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img1.liveinternet.ru\/images\/attach\/b\/3\/\/41\/886\/41886471_1238558812_25.jpg\u003Cbr \/\u003E 'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge blanchedalmond\"height=\"620\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=ivory\u003EEmile Vernon art\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=aqua\u003EWe are resolved into the supreme air, \u003Cbr \/\u003EWe are made one with what we touch and see, \u003Cbr \/\u003EWith our heart's blood each crimson sun is fair, \u003Cbr \/\u003EWith our young lives each springimpassioned tree \u003Cbr \/\u003EFlames into green, the wildest beasts that range \u003Cbr \/\u003EThe moor our kinsmen are, all life is one, and all is change. \u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=aquamarine\u003EWith beat of systole and of diastole \u003Cbr \/\u003EOne grand great life throbs through earth's giant heart, \u003Cbr \/\u003EAnd mighty waves of single Being roll \u003Cbr \/\u003EFrom nerveless germ to man, for we are part \u003Cbr \/\u003EOf every rock and bird and beast and hill, \u003Cbr \/\u003EOne with the things that prey on us, and one with what we kill \u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/roseric.r.o.pic.centerblog.net\/c50427a5.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=aqua\u003EOne sacrament are consecrate, the earth \u003Cbr \/\u003ENot we alone hath passions hymeneal, \u003Cbr \/\u003EThe yellow buttercups that shake for mirth \u003Cbr \/\u003EAt daybreak know a pleasure not less real \u003Cbr \/\u003EThan we do, when in some freshblossoming wood \u003Cbr \/\u003EWe draw the spring into our hearts, and feel that life is good \u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=aquamarine\u003EIs the light vanished from our golden sun, \u003Cbr \/\u003EOr is this daedalfashioned earth less fair, \u003Cbr \/\u003EThat we are nature's heritors, and one \u003Cbr \/\u003EWith every pulse of life that beats the air? \u003Cbr \/\u003ERather new suns across the sky shall pass, \u003Cbr \/\u003ENew splendour come unto the flower, new glory to the grass. \u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/roseric.r.o.pic.centerblog.net\/c50427a5.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=aqua\u003EAnd we two lovers shall not sit afar, \u003Cbr \/\u003ECritics of nature, but the joyous sea \u003Cbr \/\u003EShall be our raiment, and the bearded star \u003Cbr \/\u003EShoot arrows at our pleasure! We shall be \u003Cbr \/\u003EPart of the mighty universal whole, \u003Cbr \/\u003EAnd through all Aeons mix and mingle with the Kosmic Soul!. \u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=aquamarine\u003EWe shall be notes in that great Symphony \u003Cbr \/\u003EWhose cadence circles through the rhythmic spheres, \u003Cbr \/\u003EAnd all the live World's throbbing heart shall be \u003Cbr \/\u003EOne with our heart, the stealthy creeping years \u003Cbr \/\u003EHave lost their terrors now, we shall not die, \u003Cbr \/\u003EThe Universe itself shall be our Immortality!. \u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/mycenes.m.y.pic.centerblog.net\/bdvyx0ob.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003ENature and Man\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=white\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003Eby Edith Matilda Thomas \u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='\u003Cbr \/\u003E http:\/\/28.media.tumblr.com\/tumblr_lln7omsBsh1qax50vo1_500.jpg\u003Cbr \/\u003E 'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge ivory\"height=\"600\"width=\"440\"\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=coral\u003EOh, the glance of the dew! Oh, the flame of\u003Cbr \/\u003Ethe rose springing forth of the thorn!\u003Cbr \/\u003EOh, the song of the arrow-marked finch singing\u003Cbr \/\u003Elove in the front of the morn!\u003Cbr \/\u003EWho will not speak to them all of the rapture\u003Cbr \/\u003Ethey wake in the children of men?\u003Cbr \/\u003EWho will so lovingly speak, they will heed,\u003Cbr \/\u003Eand answer again?\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/nsa11.casimages.com\/img\/2009\/11\/01\/091101103756727324.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=blanchedalmond\u003EThe glance of the dew but repeateth the liquid \u003Cbr \/\u003Eglance of the sky,\u003Cbr \/\u003EAnd the flame of the rose is not brighter, \u003Cbr \/\u003Ein token, as man passes by,\u003Cbr \/\u003EAnd the song of the finch, though his little\u003Cbr \/\u003Eheart with ecstasy break,\u003Cbr \/\u003EFrom the answering rapture of man no quickening \u003Cbr \/\u003Eimpulse shall take.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/nsa11.casimages.com\/img\/2009\/11\/01\/091101103756727324.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=coral\u003EO drops of the dew! O pride of the thorn! \u003Cbr \/\u003EO singing bird!\u003Cbr \/\u003EIs there never a mutual tongue, is there never\u003Cbr \/\u003Ea common word,\u003Cbr \/\u003EWherein to give thanks, wherein to give praise,\u003Cbr \/\u003Efrom the hearts ye have filled?\u003Cbr \/\u003EWith the pure distilment of joy which your cup,\u003Cbr \/\u003Eover-brimming, has spilled?\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/nsa11.casimages.com\/img\/2009\/11\/01\/091101103756727324.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=blanchedalmond\u003EIf but one moment, in all the swift season giddy\u003Cbr \/\u003Ewith change,\u003Cbr \/\u003EWe that are God's one creation, yet strangers,\u003Cbr \/\u003Emight be less strange!\u003Cbr \/\u003EBut this is the pain of the pleasure--the bitter-sweet\u003Cbr \/\u003Ewhich man drains:\u003Cbr \/\u003EUnconscious-glad Nature unconscious of man forever remains!\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/mycenes.m.y.pic.centerblog.net\/bdvyx0ob.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/i1.2photo.ru\/8\/y\/309680.jpg\u003Cbr \/\u003E 'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge gold\"height=\"620\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003EI Know Not Why \u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=white\u003Eby Morris Rosenfeld\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=yellow\u003EI lift mine eyes against the sky,\u003Cbr \/\u003EThe clouds are weeping, so am I;\u003Cbr \/\u003EI lift mine eyes again on high,\u003Cbr \/\u003EThe sun is smiling, so am I.\u003Cbr \/\u003EWhy do I smile? Why do I weep?\u003Cbr \/\u003EI do not know; it lies too deep.\u003Cbr \/\u003EI hear the winds of autumn sigh,\u003Cbr \/\u003EThey break my heart, they make me cry;\u003Cbr \/\u003EI hear the birds of lovely spring,\u003Cbr \/\u003EMy hopes revive, I help them sing.\u003Cbr \/\u003EWhy do I sing? 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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-4803974168937760457"},"published":{"$t":"2012-03-16T14:29:00.000-07:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2012-11-04T22:54:57.337-08:00"},"category":[{"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 prayers"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Spirituality poems and quotes"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"PRAYER for peace and tolerance by Voltaire"},"content":{"type":"html","$t":"\u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/30.media.tumblr.com\/tumblr_m2dhpti5uz1r81c8do1_1280.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge  orangered\"height=\"740\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003EPRAYER for peace and tolerance\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=white\u003E written by the French Enlightenment writer,\u003Cbr \/\u003Ephilosopher  François-Marie\u003Cbr \/\u003EArouet better known by \u003Cbr \/\u003Ethe pen name Voltaire\u003Cbr \/\u003E(1694-1778)\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=aqua\u003EMusic: \u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=aquamarine\u003EOmar Khairat-A Place In The Heart\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cobject style=\"height: 390px; width: 640px\"\u003E\u003Cparam name=\"movie\" value=\"http:\/\/www.youtube.com\/v\/To_Dz6LOF2s?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\/To_Dz6LOF2s?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\u003Cfont color=salmon\u003ENo longer then do I address myself\u003Cbr \/\u003Eto men, but to you, God of all beings, of all worlds,\u003Cbr \/\u003Eand of all ages; if it may be permitted weak creatures\u003Cbr \/\u003Elost in immensity and imperceptible to the rest of\u003Cbr \/\u003Ethe universe, to dare to ask something of you,Who are\u003Cbr \/\u003Ethe Bestower of all things, Whose decrees are unchanging\u003Cbr \/\u003Eas they are eternal.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/i32.tinypic.com\/2s626g2.jpg'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=lemonchiffon\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EGrant that You regard with pity the errors woven into our\u003Cbr \/\u003Enature, that they do not bring about our ruin. For You did\u003Cbr \/\u003Enot give us hearts to hate ourselves with, and hands to kill\u003Cbr \/\u003Eone another.\u003Cbr \/\u003EGrant then that we may mutually aid each other to support\u003Cbr \/\u003Ethe burden of a painful and transitory life;\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/i32.tinypic.com\/2s626g2.jpg'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=salmon\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003Ethat the trifling differences in the garments that cover our\u003Cbr \/\u003Efrail bodies,in our insufficient languages, in our ridiculous\u003Cbr \/\u003Ecustoms, in our imperfect laws,in our idle opinions, in all our \u003Cbr \/\u003Econditions so disproportionate in our eyes,and so equal in yours,\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/i32.tinypic.com\/2s626g2.jpg'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=lemonchiffon\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003Ethat all the little variations that differentiate the atoms\u003Cbr \/\u003Ecalled men not be signs of hatred and persecution; that those\u003Cbr \/\u003Ewho light candles in broad daylight to worship you bear with \u003Cbr \/\u003Ethose who content themselves with the light of your sun;\u003Cbr \/\u003Ethat those who dress themselves in a white robe to say that\u003Cbr \/\u003Ewe must love you do not detest those who say the same thing\u003Cbr \/\u003Ein cloaks of black wool;\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/i32.tinypic.com\/2s626g2.jpg'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=salmon\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003Ethat it may be all the same to adore you in a dialect formed\u003Cbr \/\u003Efrom an ancient or a modern language; that those whose coat\u003Cbr \/\u003Eis colored or violet, who rule over a little parcel of a little\u003Cbr \/\u003Eheap of mud of this world, and who possess a few  round \u003Cbr \/\u003Efragments of a certain metal, enjoy without pride what they call\u003Cbr \/\u003E grandeur and riches, and may others look on them without envy: \u003Cbr \/\u003Efor you know that there is nothing in all these vanities to inspire\u003Cbr \/\u003E envy or pride.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/i32.tinypic.com\/2s626g2.jpg'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=lemonchiffon\u003E Enable us to remember that we are\u003Cbr \/\u003Ebrothers and sisters. And let us hold those who exercise \u003Cbr \/\u003Etyranny over souls in the same horror as the brigands who\u003Cbr \/\u003E ravage by force the fruits of industry and peaceful labor.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/i32.tinypic.com\/2s626g2.jpg'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=salmon\u003ELet wars come to an end, let us hate \u003Cbr \/\u003Eour brethren no more. And let us not destroy one another \u003Cbr \/\u003Ein the midst of peace,let us use the brief moment of our\u003Cbr \/\u003E existenceto praise at once, in a thousand different tongues,\u003Cbr \/\u003E from Siam to California,Your goodness that has granted this\u003Cbr \/\u003E moment to us.\u003Cbr \/\u003E"},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/feeds\/4803974168937760457\/comments\/default","title":"Post Comments"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/03\/prayer-for-peace-and-tolerance-by.html#comment-form","title":"0 Comments"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/4803974168937760457"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/4803974168937760457"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/03\/prayer-for-peace-and-tolerance-by.html","title":"PRAYER for peace and tolerance by Voltaire"}],"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:\/\/i32.tinypic.com\/2s626g2_th.jpg","height":"72","width":"72"},"thr$total":{"$t":"0"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4739814251441728812.post-5860613851118903614"},"published":{"$t":"2012-03-16T08:06:00.000-07:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2012-11-04T22:54:57.394-08:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"English poems"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Humanism quotes and poems"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational and motivational poems"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational music"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational pictures"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Love poems"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Philosophy  and Ethics poems and quotes"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"Please Hear What I'm Not Saying by  Charles C. 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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width: 640px\"\u003E\u003Cparam name=\"movie\" value=\"http:\/\/www.youtube.com\/v\/6E2hYDIFDIU?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\/6E2hYDIFDIU?version=3\u0026feature=player_detailpage\" type=\"application\/x-shockwave-flash\" allowfullscreen=\"true\" allowScriptAccess=\"always\" width=\"500\" height=\"480\"\u003E\u003C\/object\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=lemonchiffon\u003EAnd now the end is near\u003Cbr \/\u003EAnd so I face the final curtain\u003Cbr \/\u003EMy friend I'll say it clear\u003Cbr \/\u003EI'll state my case of which I'm certain\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EI've lived a life that's full\u003Cbr \/\u003EI traveled each and every highway\u003Cbr \/\u003EAnd more, much more than this\u003Cbr \/\u003EI did it my way\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003ERegrets I've had a few\u003Cbr \/\u003EBut then again too few to mention\u003Cbr \/\u003EI did what I had to do\u003Cbr \/\u003EAnd saw it through without exemption\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EI planned each charted course\u003Cbr \/\u003EEach careful step along the byway\u003Cbr \/\u003EAnd more, much more than this\u003Cbr \/\u003EI did it my way\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EYes there were times I'm sure you knew\u003Cbr \/\u003EWhen I bit off more than I could chew\u003Cbr \/\u003EBut through it all when there was doubt\u003Cbr \/\u003EI ate it up and spit it out, I faced it all\u003Cbr \/\u003EAnd I stood tall and did it my way\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EI've loved, I've laughed and cried\u003Cbr \/\u003EI've had my fill, my share of losing\u003Cbr \/\u003EAnd now as tears subside\u003Cbr \/\u003EI find it all so amusing\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003ETo think I did all that\u003Cbr \/\u003EAnd may I say not in a shy way\u003Cbr \/\u003EOh no, oh no, not me\u003Cbr \/\u003EI did it my way\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EFor what is a man what has he got\u003Cbr \/\u003EIf not himself then he has not\u003Cbr \/\u003ETo say the things he truly feels\u003Cbr \/\u003EAnd not the words of one who kneels\u003Cbr \/\u003EThe record shows I took the blows\u003Cbr \/\u003EAnd did it my way\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EYes it was my way"},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/feeds\/648398307157502607\/comments\/default","title":"Post Comments"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/03\/my-way-lyrics-by-frank-sinatra.html#comment-form","title":"0 Comments"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/648398307157502607"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/648398307157502607"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/03\/my-way-lyrics-by-frank-sinatra.html","title":"My Way lyrics by Frank Sinatra"}],"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-6754850627967048723"},"published":{"$t":"2012-03-10T07:13:00.000-08:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2012-11-04T22:54:58.356-08:00"},"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 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"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"Speaking truth by  Jesa MacBeth\/The Art of Giving by Wilfred A. Peterson\/Inspiring life quotes by Paul Bowles,J W Goethe\/ Inspiring love and goodness quotes by Rumi,Carl Jung,Andras Angyal,Buddha,John O'Donohue"},"content":{"type":"html","$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":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4739814251441728812.post-4355040382008115991"},"published":{"$t":"2012-03-07T06:59:00.000-08:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2012-11-04T22:54:58.916-08:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"English poems"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational and motivational poems"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational music"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational pictures"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Painting and fine art"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Woman poems and quotes"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"Man and woman by Victor Hugo;See the woman by John Trudell;A Woman's Answer to a Man's Question by Mary T. Lathrap;The Virtue Of Woman by Friedrich von Schiller: Inspiring poems on woman"},"content":{"type":"html","$t":"\u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003EMan and Woman\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=white\u003EBy Victor Hugo \u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=aqua\u003EMusic:\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=pink\u003EOmar Khairat-Escape\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/upic.me\/i\/l0\/25untitled.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge black\"height=\"650\"width=\"460\"\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cobject style=\"height: 390px; width: 640px\"\u003E\u003Cparam name=\"movie\" value=\"http:\/\/www.youtube.com\/v\/G5q0jaa0oYc?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\/G5q0jaa0oYc?version=3\u0026feature=player_detailpage\" type=\"application\/x-shockwave-flash\" allowfullscreen=\"true\" allowScriptAccess=\"always\" width=\"460\" height=\"400\"\u003E\u003C\/object\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=aqua\u003EMan is the most elevated of creatures,\u003Cbr \/\u003EWoman the most sublime of ideals.\u003Cbr \/\u003EGod made for man a throne; for woman an altar.\u003Cbr \/\u003EThe throne exalts, the altar sanctifies.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/01.img.v4.skyrock.net\/01c\/ysatis5488\/pics\/2932407279_1_5.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=pink\u003EMan is the brain, Woman, the heart.\u003Cbr \/\u003EThe brain creates light, the heart, Love.\u003Cbr \/\u003ELight engenders, Love resurrects.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/01.img.v4.skyrock.net\/01c\/ysatis5488\/pics\/2932407279_1_5.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=aqua\u003EBecause of reason Man is strong,\u003Cbr \/\u003Ebecause of tears Woman is invincible.\u003Cbr \/\u003EReason is convincing, tears moving.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/01.img.v4.skyrock.net\/01c\/ysatis5488\/pics\/2932407279_1_5.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=pink\u003EMan is capable of all heroism,\u003Cbr \/\u003EWoman of all martyrdom.\u003Cbr \/\u003EHeroism ennobles, martyrdom sublimates.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/01.img.v4.skyrock.net\/01c\/ysatis5488\/pics\/2932407279_1_5.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=aqua\u003EMan has supremacy, Woman, preference.\u003Cbr \/\u003ESupremacy is strength, preference is the right.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/01.img.v4.skyrock.net\/01c\/ysatis5488\/pics\/2932407279_1_5.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=pink\u003EMan is a genius, Woman, an angel.\u003Cbr \/\u003EGenius is immeasurable, the angel undefinable.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/01.img.v4.skyrock.net\/01c\/ysatis5488\/pics\/2932407279_1_5.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=aqua\u003EThe aspiration of man is supreme glory,\u003Cbr \/\u003EThe aspiration of woman is extreme virtue.\u003Cbr \/\u003EGlory creates all that is great; virtue, all that is divine.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/01.img.v4.skyrock.net\/01c\/ysatis5488\/pics\/2932407279_1_5.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=pink\u003EMan is a code, Woman a gospel.\u003Cbr \/\u003EA code corrects, the gospel perfects.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/01.img.v4.skyrock.net\/01c\/ysatis5488\/pics\/2932407279_1_5.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=aqua\u003EMan thinks, Woman dreams.\u003Cbr \/\u003ETo think is to have a worm in the brain,\u003Cbr \/\u003Eto dream is to have a halo on the brow.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/01.img.v4.skyrock.net\/01c\/ysatis5488\/pics\/2932407279_1_5.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=pink\u003EMan is an ocean, Woman a lake.\u003Cbr \/\u003EThe ocean has the adorning pearl,\u003Cbr \/\u003Ethe lake, dazzling poetry.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/01.img.v4.skyrock.net\/01c\/ysatis5488\/pics\/2932407279_1_5.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=aqua\u003EMan is the flying eagle,\u003Cbr \/\u003EWoman, the singing nightingale.\u003Cbr \/\u003ETo fly is to conquer space.\u003Cbr \/\u003ETo sing is to conquer the Soul.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/01.img.v4.skyrock.net\/01c\/ysatis5488\/pics\/2932407279_1_5.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=pink\u003EMan is a temple, Woman a shrine.\u003Cbr \/\u003EBefore the temple we discover ourselves,\u003Cbr \/\u003Ebefore the shrine we kneel.\u003Cbr \/\u003EIn short, man is found where earth finishes,\u003Cbr \/\u003Ewoman where heaven begins.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/s11.radikal.ru\/i184\/1104\/76\/84be9e90d711.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003ESee the woman\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=white\u003EBy John Trudell\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='\u003Cbr \/\u003E http:\/\/img.fotocommunity.com\/images\/Sujets\/Visions-artistiques\/Memory-a23773541.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge ivory\"height=\"600\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=blanchedalmond\u003ESee the Woman\u003Cbr \/\u003EShe has a young face\u003Cbr \/\u003EAn old face\u003Cbr \/\u003EShe carries herself well\u003Cbr \/\u003EIn all ages\u003Cbr \/\u003EShe survives all man has done\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/images.vefblog.net\/vefblog.net\/m\/y\/mylie54\/photos_gros\/2010\/05\/mylie54127493866227_gros.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=salmon\u003EIn some tribes she is free\u003Cbr \/\u003EIn some religions\u003Cbr \/\u003EShe is under man\u003Cbr \/\u003EIn some societies\u003Cbr \/\u003EShe’s worth what she consumes\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/images.vefblog.net\/vefblog.net\/m\/y\/mylie54\/photos_gros\/2010\/05\/mylie54127493866227_gros.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=blanchedalmond\u003EIn some nations\u003Cbr \/\u003EShe is delicate strength\u003Cbr \/\u003EIn some states\u003Cbr \/\u003EShe is told she is weak\u003Cbr \/\u003EIn some classes\u003Cbr \/\u003EShe is property owned\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/images.vefblog.net\/vefblog.net\/m\/y\/mylie54\/photos_gros\/2010\/05\/mylie54127493866227_gros.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=salmon\u003EIn all instances\u003Cbr \/\u003EShe is sister to earth\u003Cbr \/\u003EIn all conditions\u003Cbr \/\u003EShe is life bringer\u003Cbr \/\u003EIn all life she is our necessity\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/images.vefblog.net\/vefblog.net\/m\/y\/mylie54\/photos_gros\/2010\/05\/mylie54127493866227_gros.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=blanchedalmond\u003ESee the woman eyes\u003Cbr \/\u003EFlowers swaying\u003Cbr \/\u003EOn scattered hills\u003Cbr \/\u003ESundancing calling in the bees\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/images.vefblog.net\/vefblog.net\/m\/y\/mylie54\/photos_gros\/2010\/05\/mylie54127493866227_gros.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=salmon\u003ESee the woman heart\u003Cbr \/\u003ELavender butterflies\u003Cbr \/\u003EFronting blue sky\u003Cbr \/\u003EMisty rain falling\u003Cbr \/\u003EOn soft wild roses\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/images.vefblog.net\/vefblog.net\/m\/y\/mylie54\/photos_gros\/2010\/05\/mylie54127493866227_gros.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=blanchedalmond\u003ESee the woman beauty\u003Cbr \/\u003ELightning streaking\u003Cbr \/\u003EDark summer nights\u003Cbr \/\u003EForests of pines mating\u003Cbr \/\u003EWith new winter snow\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/images.vefblog.net\/vefblog.net\/m\/y\/mylie54\/photos_gros\/2010\/05\/mylie54127493866227_gros.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=salmon\u003ESee the woman spirit\u003Cbr \/\u003EDaily serving courage\u003Cbr \/\u003EWith laughter\u003Cbr \/\u003EHer breath a dream\u003Cbr \/\u003EAnd a prayer\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/s11.radikal.ru\/i184\/1104\/76\/84be9e90d711.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EA Woman's Answer to a Man's Question\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=white\u003Eby: Mary T. Lathrap (1838-1895)\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='\u003Cbr \/\u003E http:\/\/ww3.sinaimg.cn\/large\/6a77a719jw1dmpotmsag6j.jpg\u003Cbr \/\u003E 'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge pink\"height=\"610\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=pink\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003EPino Daeni painting\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=orange\u003EDo you know you have asked for the costliest thing\u003Cbr \/\u003EEver made by the Hand above--\u003Cbr \/\u003EA woman's heart, and a woman's life,\u003Cbr \/\u003EAnd a woman's wonderful love?\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=burlywood\u003EDo you know you have asked for this priceless thing\u003Cbr \/\u003EAs a child might ask for a toy?\u003Cbr \/\u003EDemanding what others have died to win,\u003Cbr \/\u003EWith the reckless dash of a boy.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=orange\u003EYou have written my lesson of duty out,\u003Cbr \/\u003EMan-like you have questioned me;\u003Cbr \/\u003ENow stand at the bar of my woman's soul,\u003Cbr \/\u003EUntil I shall question thee.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=burlywood\u003EYou require your mutton shall always be hot,\u003Cbr \/\u003EYour socks and your shirts shall be whole;\u003Cbr \/\u003EI require your heart shall be true as God's stars;\u003Cbr \/\u003EAnd pure as heaven your soul.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=orange\u003EYou require a cook for your mutton and beef;\u003Cbr \/\u003EI require far grander a thing;\u003Cbr \/\u003EA seamstress you're wanting for stockings and shirts--\u003Cbr \/\u003EI look for a man and a king.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=burlywood\u003EA king for a beautiful realm called home,\u003Cbr \/\u003EAnd a man that the maker, God,\u003Cbr \/\u003EShall look upon as he did the first,\u003Cbr \/\u003EAnd say, \"It is very good.\"\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=orange\u003EI am fair and young, but the rose will fade\u003Cbr \/\u003EFrom my soft, young cheek one day;\u003Cbr \/\u003EWill you love me then, 'mid the falling leaves,\u003Cbr \/\u003EAs you did 'mid the bloom of May?\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=burlywood\u003EIs your heart an ocean so strong and deep\u003Cbr \/\u003EI may launch my all on its tide?\u003Cbr \/\u003EA loving woman finds heaven or hell\u003Cbr \/\u003EOn the day she is made a bride.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=orange\u003EI require all things that are grand and true,\u003Cbr \/\u003EAll things that a man should be;\u003Cbr \/\u003EIf you give this all I would stake my life\u003Cbr \/\u003ETo be all you demand of me.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=burlywood\u003EIf you cannot do this, a laundress and cook\u003Cbr \/\u003EYou can hire with little to pay;\u003Cbr \/\u003EBut a woman's heart and a woman's life\u003Cbr \/\u003EAre not to be won that way.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/s11.radikal.ru\/i184\/1104\/76\/84be9e90d711.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EThe Virtue Of Woman \u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=white\u003Eby Friedrich von Schiller\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=springgreen\u003EMan of virtue has need;-into life with boldness he plunges,\u003Cbr \/\u003EEntering with fortune more sure into the hazardous strife;\u003Cbr \/\u003EBut to woman one virtue suffices; it is ever shining\u003Cbr \/\u003ELovingly forth to the heart; so let it shine to the eye!"},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/feeds\/4355040382008115991\/comments\/default","title":"Post Comments"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/03\/man-and-woman-by-victor-hugosee-woman.html#comment-form","title":"0 Comments"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/4355040382008115991"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/4355040382008115991"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/03\/man-and-woman-by-victor-hugosee-woman.html","title":"Man and woman by Victor Hugo;See the woman by John Trudell;A Woman\u0026#39;s Answer to a Man\u0026#39;s Question by Mary T. Lathrap;The Virtue Of Woman by Friedrich von Schiller: Inspiring poems on woman"}],"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":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4739814251441728812.post-229746385656520308"},"published":{"$t":"2012-02-29T11:36:00.000-08:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2012-11-04T22:55:00.051-08:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational music"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational pictures"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational prayers"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"Lord Let Me Live by Robert Service\/A prayer by Max Ehrmann\/Inspirational prayers"},"content":{"type":"html","$t":"\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003ELord Let Me Live \u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=white\u003EBY Robert Service\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=aqua\u003EMusic:\u003Cbr \/\u003EGiovanni Marradi-Just for you\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cobject style=\"height: 390px; width: 640px\"\u003E\u003Cparam name=\"movie\" value=\"http:\/\/www.youtube.com\/v\/UyCdJ88ZJI4?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\/UyCdJ88ZJI4?version=3\u0026feature=player_detailpage\" type=\"application\/x-shockwave-flash\" allowfullscreen=\"true\" allowScriptAccess=\"always\" width=\"500\" height=\"500\"\u003E\u003C\/object\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src=\"http:\/\/4.bp.blogspot.com\/-dzmL02zWsJY\/Tl4Fcemk2dI\/AAAAAAAAE9g\/H1F-nxxRNr4\/s1600\/4159227_large.jpg''g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge orangered\"height=\"640\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=salmon\u003ELord, let me live, that more and more\u003Cbr \/\u003EYour wonder world I may adore;\u003Cbr \/\u003EWith every dawn to grow and grow\u003Cbr \/\u003EAlive to graciousness aglow;\u003Cbr \/\u003EAnd every eve in beauty see\u003Cbr \/\u003EReason for rhapsody.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/dom42.d.o.pic.centerblog.net\/7ffbvihh.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=blanchedalmond\u003ELord, let me bide, that I may prove\u003Cbr \/\u003EThe buoyant brightness of my love\u003Cbr \/\u003EFor sapphire sea and lyric sky\u003Cbr \/\u003EAnd buttercup and butterfly;\u003Cbr \/\u003EAnd glory in the golden thought\u003Cbr \/\u003EOf rapture You have wrought.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/dom42.d.o.pic.centerblog.net\/7ffbvihh.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=salmon\u003ELord, let me linger, just for this,--\u003Cbr \/\u003ETo win to utterness of bliss;\u003Cbr \/\u003ETo see in every dawn design\u003Cbr \/\u003EProof of Your Providence divine;\u003Cbr \/\u003EWith night to find ablaze above,\u003Cbr \/\u003EAssurance of Your love.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/dom42.d.o.pic.centerblog.net\/7ffbvihh.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=blanchedalmond\u003ELord, for Your praise my days prolong,\u003Cbr \/\u003EThat I may sing in sunny sort,\u003Cbr \/\u003EAnd prove with my exultant song\u003Cbr \/\u003EThe longest life is all to short:\u003Cbr \/\u003EAye, even in a bead of dew\u003Cbr \/\u003ETo shrine in beauty--YOU.\u003Cbr \/\u003E  \u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EA Prayer\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=white\u003E Max Ehrmann \u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src=\"http:\/\/data.whicdn.com\/images\/4329958\/sunset_large.png?1286833713''g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge gold\"height=\"670\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=pink\u003ELet me do my work each day;\u003Cbr \/\u003Eand if the darkened hours\u003Cbr \/\u003Eof despair overcome me, may I\u003Cbr \/\u003Enot forget the strength\u003Cbr \/\u003Ethat comforted me in the\u003Cbr \/\u003Edesolation of other times. \u003Cbr \/\u003E \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/dom42.d.o.pic.centerblog.net\/7ffbvihh.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=aqua\u003EMay I still remember the bright\u003Cbr \/\u003Ehours that found me walking\u003Cbr \/\u003Eover the silent hills of my\u003Cbr \/\u003Echildhood, or dreaming on the\u003Cbr \/\u003Emargin of a quiet river,\u003Cbr \/\u003Ewhen a light glowed within me,\u003Cbr \/\u003Eand I promised my early God\u003Cbr \/\u003Eto have courage amid the\u003Cbr \/\u003Etempests of the changing years.\u003Cbr \/\u003E \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/dom42.d.o.pic.centerblog.net\/7ffbvihh.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=pink\u003ESpare me from bitterness\u003Cbr \/\u003Eand from the sharp passions of\u003Cbr \/\u003Eunguarded moments. May\u003Cbr \/\u003EI not forget that poverty and\u003Cbr \/\u003Eriches are of the spirit.\u003Cbr \/\u003EThough the world knows me not,\u003Cbr \/\u003Emay my thoughts and actions\u003Cbr \/\u003Ebe such as shall keep me friendly\u003Cbr \/\u003Ewith myself. \u003Cbr \/\u003E \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/dom42.d.o.pic.centerblog.net\/7ffbvihh.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=aqua\u003ELift up my eyes\u003Cbr \/\u003Efrom the earth, and let me not\u003Cbr \/\u003Eforget the uses of the stars.\u003Cbr \/\u003EForbid that I should judge others\u003Cbr \/\u003Elest I condemn myself.\u003Cbr \/\u003ELet me not follow the clamor of\u003Cbr \/\u003Ethe world, but walk calmly\u003Cbr \/\u003Ein my path. \u003Cbr \/\u003E \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/dom42.d.o.pic.centerblog.net\/7ffbvihh.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=pink\u003EGive me a few friends\u003Cbr \/\u003Ewho will love me for what\u003Cbr \/\u003E I am; and keep ever burning\u003Cbr \/\u003Ebefore my vagrant steps\u003Cbr \/\u003Ethe kindly light of hope. \u003Cbr \/\u003E \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/dom42.d.o.pic.centerblog.net\/7ffbvihh.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=aqua\u003EAnd though age and infirmity\u003Cbr \/\u003Eovertake me, and I come not within\u003Cbr \/\u003Esight of the castle of my dreams,\u003Cbr \/\u003Eteach me still to be thankful\u003Cbr \/\u003Efor life, and for time's olden\u003Cbr \/\u003Ememories that are good and\u003Cbr \/\u003Esweet; and may the evening's\u003Cbr \/\u003Etwilight find me gentle still.\u003Cbr \/\u003E "},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/feeds\/229746385656520308\/comments\/default","title":"Post Comments"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/02\/lord-let-me-live-by-robert-servicea.html#comment-form","title":"0 Comments"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/229746385656520308"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/229746385656520308"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/02\/lord-let-me-live-by-robert-servicea.html","title":"Lord Let Me Live by Robert Service\/A prayer by Max Ehrmann\/Inspirational prayers"}],"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$media":"http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/","url":"http:\/\/4.bp.blogspot.com\/-dzmL02zWsJY\/Tl4Fcemk2dI\/AAAAAAAAE9g\/H1F-nxxRNr4\/s72-c\/4159227_large.jpg''g=","height":"72","width":"72"},"thr$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":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4739814251441728812.post-4775548006707017162"},"published":{"$t":"2012-02-18T06:11:00.000-08:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2012-11-04T22:55:01.915-08:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational music"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational quotes"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Life poems and quotes"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Painting and fine art"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Philosophy  and Ethics poems and quotes"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Spirituality poems and quotes"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Tagore quotes and poems"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"Inspiring Enlightenment ,spirituality and life quotes\/Authors;Eckhart Tolle,Tagore,John o'Donoue,leo Buscaglia,Anthony de Mello,Anaïs Nin\/Forget by Czeslaw Milosz"},"content":{"type":"html","$t":"\u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/bellanoir.be.funpic.de\/photomanipulationen\/calmmylonelieness.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge coral\"height=\"690\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003EEnlightenment quotes \u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=aqua\u003EMusic:\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=aquamarine\u003EGiovanni Marradi-Garden of Dreams\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cobject style=\"height: 390px; width: 640px\"\u003E\u003Cparam name=\"movie\" value=\"http:\/\/www.youtube.com\/v\/kyBXr2HInWs?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\/kyBXr2HInWs?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\u003Cfont color=salmon\u003EWe all came into this world gifted with innocence,\u003Cbr \/\u003Ebut gradually, as we became more intelligent, \u003Cbr \/\u003Ewe lost our innocence.\u003Cbr \/\u003EWe were born with silence and as we grew up, we lost\u003Cbr \/\u003Ethe silence and were filled with words.\u003Cbr \/\u003EWe lived in our hearts and as time passed, we moved\u003Cbr \/\u003Einto our heads.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003ENow the reversal of this journey is enlightenment.\u003Cbr \/\u003EIt is the journey from the head back to the heart, \u003Cbr \/\u003Efrom words back to silence; getting back to our \u003Cbr \/\u003Einnocence in spite of our intelligence.\u003Cbr \/\u003EAlthough very simple, this is a great achievement.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EEckhart Tolle \u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/s012.radikal.ru\/i321\/1011\/e9\/432511c1a995.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=salmon\u003EWhy is everyone here so happy except me?\" \u003Cbr \/\u003E\"Because they have learned to see goodness and beauty \u003Cbr \/\u003Eeverywhere,\" said the Master. \u003Cbr \/\u003E\"Why don't I see goodness and beauty everywhere?\" \u003Cbr \/\u003E\"Because you cannot see outside of you what you fail \u003Cbr \/\u003Eto see inside.\" \u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EAnthony de Mello \u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img1.liveinternet.ru\/images\/attach\/c\/0\/\/45\/899\/45899415_1246635910_40491903_c15471f3932d.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003ESpirituality quotes\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='\u003Cbr \/\u003E http:\/\/img-fotki.yandex.ru\/get\/4312\/sve70928518.355\/0_33362_f157f6b7_XL\u003Cbr \/\u003E 'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge pink\"height=\"640\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=pink\u003EDaniel F.Gerhartz\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=blanchedalmond\u003EThe fact that I can plant a seed and it becomes a flower,\u003Cbr \/\u003Eshare a bit of knowledge and it becomes another's,\u003Cbr \/\u003Esmile at someone and receive a smile in return,\u003Cbr \/\u003Eare to me continual spiritual exercises.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003ELeo Buscaglia\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/s012.radikal.ru\/i321\/1011\/e9\/432511c1a995.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=blanchedalmond\u003EWe ask for long life, but 'tis deep life, or noble moments \u003Cbr \/\u003Ethat signify. Let the measure of time be spiritual, not\u003Cbr \/\u003Emechanical.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003ERalph Waldo Emerson \u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/s012.radikal.ru\/i321\/1011\/e9\/432511c1a995.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=blanchedalmond\u003EWhen our eyes see our hands doing the work of our hearts,\u003Cbr \/\u003Ethe circle of Creation is completed inside us, the doors of our\u003Cbr \/\u003Esouls fly open, and love steps forth to heal everything in sight.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EMichael Bridge\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/s012.radikal.ru\/i321\/1011\/e9\/432511c1a995.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=blanchedalmond\u003ENo one else has access to the world you carry around within \u003Cbr \/\u003Eyourself; you are its custodian and entrance. No one else can\u003Cbr \/\u003Esee the world the way you see it. No one else can feel your\u003Cbr \/\u003Elife the way you feel it. Thus it is impossible to ever compare\u003Cbr \/\u003Etwo people because each stands on such different ground. \u003Cbr \/\u003EWhen you compare yourself to others, you are inviting envy into \u003Cbr \/\u003Eyour consciousness; it can be a dangerous and destructive guest.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EJohn O'Donohue\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img1.liveinternet.ru\/images\/attach\/c\/0\/\/45\/899\/45899415_1246635910_40491903_c15471f3932d.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003ELife quotes \u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='\u003Cbr \/\u003E http:\/\/f8.ifotki.info\/org\/70701621f98f7e25f60c3e2aa9ca9251bc81d692877383.jpg\u003Cbr \/\u003E 'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge green\"height=\"660\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=springgreen\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EThe same stream of life that runs through the world, runs\u003Cbr \/\u003Ethrough my veins night and day, and dances in rhythmic\u003Cbr \/\u003Emeasure. \u003Cbr \/\u003EIt is the same life that shoots in joy through the dust \u003Cbr \/\u003Eof the earth into numberless blades of grass and breaks \u003Cbr \/\u003Einto tulmultuous waves of leaves and flowers.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003ERabindranath Tagore\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/s012.radikal.ru\/i321\/1011\/e9\/432511c1a995.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=springgreen\u003E Life is a process of becoming, a combination of states we\u003Cbr \/\u003Ehave to go through. Where people fail is that they wish to\u003Cbr \/\u003Eelect a state and remain in it. This is a kind of death.\"\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EAnaïs Nin \u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/s012.radikal.ru\/i321\/1011\/e9\/432511c1a995.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003E Forget\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=white\u003E by Czeslaw Milosz\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=springgreen\u003EForget the suffering\u003Cbr \/\u003EYou caused others.\u003Cbr \/\u003EForget the suffering\u003Cbr \/\u003EOthers caused you.\u003Cbr \/\u003EThe waters run and run,\u003Cbr \/\u003ESprings sparkle and are done,\u003Cbr \/\u003EYou walk the earth you are forgetting.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003ESometimes you hear a distant refrain.\u003Cbr \/\u003EWhat does it mean, you ask, who is singing?\u003Cbr \/\u003EA childlike sun grows warm.\u003Cbr \/\u003EA grandson and a great-grandson are born.\u003Cbr \/\u003EYou are led by the hand once again.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EThe names of the rivers remain with you.\u003Cbr 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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 quiero caminar\u003Cbr \/\u003Ecompartir el pan, la pena y la esperanza\u003Cbr \/\u003EDescubrir que en el corazón\u003Cbr \/\u003Esiempre hay un rincón que no olvida la infancia.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/i28.tinypic.com\/6tk94p.jpg'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=aqua\u003EAmigo, amigo\u003Cbr \/\u003Ehay tanto por hacer, cuenta conmigo\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\u003EYo quisiera tener el poder\u003Cbr \/\u003Ede ayudar y cambiar tu destino\u003Cbr \/\u003ETe daré cuanto puedo dar\u003Cbr \/\u003Esólo sé cantar y para ti es mi canto\u003Cbr \/\u003EY 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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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 \/\u003EI will sing, you will sing\u003Cbr \/\u003EAnd a song will bring us together\u003Cbr \/\u003EAnd our hopes and our prayers\u003Cbr \/\u003EWe will make them last forever.\u003Cbr \/\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\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/i28.tinypic.com\/6tk94p.jpg'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EEach time we are more\u003Cbr \/\u003Eand if finally we give each other a hand\u003Cbr \/\u003EThere 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value=\"always\"\u003E\u003Cembed src=\"http:\/\/www.youtube.com\/v\/P2krXqF8_60?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 \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003EOn Friendship\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=white\u003EKahlil Gibran\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/1.bp.blogspot.com\/-26-PA8ZhtjQ\/TjAzJT0NVuI\/AAAAAAAAAhU\/hBQmB_xCKb8\/s1600\/libres-de-celos-y-apego.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge black\"height=\"520\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E \u003Cfont color=navajowhite\u003EYour friend is your needs answered.\u003Cbr \/\u003EHe is your field which you sow with love and reap with \u003Cbr \/\u003Ethanksgiving.And he is your board and your fireside.\u003Cbr \/\u003EFor you come to him with your hunger, and you seek him\u003Cbr \/\u003Efor peace.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/thumbs.myopera.com\/sz\/colx\/princess234\/albums\/6762192\/wiokar43.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=lightyellow\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EWhen your friend speaks his mind you fear not the \"nay\"\u003Cbr \/\u003Ein your own mind, nor do you withhold the \"ay.\"\u003Cbr \/\u003EAnd when he is silent your heart ceases not to listen \u003Cbr \/\u003Eto his heart;For without words, in friendship, all thoughts,\u003Cbr \/\u003Eall desires, all expectations are born and shared,\u003Cbr \/\u003Ewith joy that is unacclaimed.\u003Cbr \/\u003EWhen you part from your friend, you grieve not;\u003Cbr \/\u003EFor that which you love most in him may be clearer in his \u003Cbr \/\u003Eabsence, as the mountain to the climber is clearer from\u003Cbr \/\u003Ethe plain.\u003Cbr \/\u003EAnd let there be no purpose in friendship save \u003Cbr \/\u003Ethe deepening of the spirit.\u003Cbr \/\u003EFor love that seeks aught but the disclosure of its\u003Cbr \/\u003Eown mystery is not love but a net cast forth: and \u003Cbr \/\u003Eonly the unprofitable is caught.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/thumbs.myopera.com\/sz\/colx\/princess234\/albums\/6762192\/wiokar43.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=papayawhip\u003EAnd let your best be for your friend.\u003Cbr \/\u003EIf he must know the ebb of your tide, let him know its \u003Cbr \/\u003Eflood also.\u003Cbr \/\u003EFor what is your friend that you should seek him with\u003Cbr \/\u003Ehours to kill?Seek him always with hours to live.\u003Cbr \/\u003EFor it is his to fill your need, but not your emptiness.\u003Cbr \/\u003EAnd in the sweetness of friendship let there be laughter,\u003Cbr \/\u003Eand sharing of pleasures.\u003Cbr \/\u003EFor in the dew of little things the heart finds its\u003Cbr \/\u003Emorning and is refreshed.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/thumbs.myopera.com\/sz\/colx\/princess234\/albums\/6762192\/2966556983_1_7_z206xRCJ.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EPlatonic\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=white\u003Eby Ella Wheeler Wilcox\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/1.bp.blogspot.com\/-hRL1tGNBnY0\/TWP2ClktdyI\/AAAAAAAABQ8\/8mR47yy5z2Q\/s1600\/00%2BWaterhouse%2Bbeauties%2Bheader%2B3.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge blanchedalmond\"height=\"550\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=ivory\u003Ejohn william waterhouse ophelia painting\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=khaki\u003EI knew it the first of the summer,\u003Cbr \/\u003EI knew it the same at the end,\u003Cbr \/\u003EThat you and your love were plighted;\u003Cbr \/\u003EBut couldn't you be my friend?\u003Cbr \/\u003ECouldn't we sit in the twilight,\u003Cbr \/\u003ECouldn't we walk on the shore\u003Cbr \/\u003EWith only a pleasant friendship\u003Cbr \/\u003ETo bind us, and nothing more?\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/thumbs.myopera.com\/sz\/colx\/princess234\/albums\/6762192\/wiokar43.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=blanchedalmond\u003EThere was not a word of folly\u003Cbr \/\u003ESpoken between us two,\u003Cbr \/\u003EThough we lingered oft in the garden\u003Cbr \/\u003ETill the roses were wet with dew.\u003Cbr \/\u003EWe touched on a thousand subjects --\u003Cbr \/\u003EThe moon and the worlds above, --\u003Cbr \/\u003EAnd our talk was tinctured with science,\u003Cbr \/\u003EAnd everything else, save love.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/thumbs.myopera.com\/sz\/colx\/princess234\/albums\/6762192\/wiokar43.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=khaki\u003EA wholly Platonic friendship\u003Cbr \/\u003EYou said I had proven to you\u003Cbr \/\u003ECould bind a man and a woman\u003Cbr \/\u003EThe whole long season through,\u003Cbr \/\u003EWith never a thought of flirting,\u003Cbr \/\u003EThough both were in their youth.\u003Cbr \/\u003EWhat would you have said, my lady,\u003Cbr \/\u003EIf you had known the truth!\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/thumbs.myopera.com\/sz\/colx\/princess234\/albums\/6762192\/wiokar43.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=blanchedalmond\u003EWhat would you have done, I wonder,\u003Cbr \/\u003EHad I gone on my knees to you\u003Cbr \/\u003EAnd told you my passionate story,\u003Cbr \/\u003EThere in the dusk and the dew.\u003Cbr \/\u003EMy burning, burdensome story,\u003Cbr \/\u003EHidden and hushed so long --\u003Cbr \/\u003EMy story of hopeless loving --\u003Cbr \/\u003ESay, would you have thought it wrong?\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/thumbs.myopera.com\/sz\/colx\/princess234\/albums\/6762192\/wiokar43.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=khaki\u003EBut I fought with my heart and conquered,\u003Cbr \/\u003EI hid my wound from sight;\u003Cbr \/\u003EYou were going away in the morning,\u003Cbr \/\u003EAnd I said a calm good-night.\u003Cbr \/\u003EBut now when I sit in the twilight,\u003Cbr \/\u003EOr when I walk by the sea\u003Cbr \/\u003EThat friendship, quite Platonic,\u003Cbr \/\u003EComes surging over me.\u003Cbr \/\u003EAnd a passionate longing fills me\u003Cbr \/\u003EFor the roses, the dusk, the dew;\u003Cbr \/\u003EFor the beautiful summer vanished,\u003Cbr \/\u003EFor the moonlight walks -- and you.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/thumbs.myopera.com\/sz\/colx\/princess234\/albums\/6762192\/2966556983_1_7_z206xRCJ.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003ELies About Love \u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=white\u003ED H Lawrence\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/territa.ru\/_ph\/887\/2\/490115619.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge blanchedalmond\"height=\"\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=cornsilk\u003EVicente Romero Redondo Painting\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=khaki\u003EWe are a liars, because \u003Cbr \/\u003Ethe truth of yesterday becomes a lie tomorrow, \u003Cbr \/\u003Ewhereas letters are fixed, \u003Cbr \/\u003Eand we live by the letter of truth. \u003Cbr \/\u003EThe love I feel for my friend, this year, \u003Cbr \/\u003Eis different from the love I felt last year. \u003Cbr \/\u003EIf it were not so, it would be a lie. \u003Cbr \/\u003EYet we reiterate love! love! love! \u003Cbr \/\u003Eas if it were a coin with a fixed value \u003Cbr \/\u003Einstead of a flower that dies, and opens a different bud. \u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/thumbs.myopera.com\/sz\/colx\/princess234\/albums\/6762192\/2966556983_1_7_z206xRCJ.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=palegoldenrod\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EYour beloved and your friends\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=white\u003EJohn O'Donohue\u003Cbr \/\u003EAnam Cara: A Book of Celtic Wisdom\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=cornsilk\u003E\u003EYour beloved and your friends were once strangers.\u003Cbr \/\u003ESomehow at a particular time, they came from \u003Cbr \/\u003Ethe distance toward your life. 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\/\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003E\u003Ccenter\u003EJe t'aime\" lyrics:\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=white\u003ELara Fabien\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cobject style=\"height: 390px; width: 640px\"\u003E\u003Cparam name=\"movie\" value=\"http:\/\/www.youtube.com\/v\/6jCf4EdJ1DU?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\/6jCf4EdJ1DU?version=3\u0026feature=player_detailpage\" type=\"application\/x-shockwave-flash\" allowfullscreen=\"true\" allowScriptAccess=\"always\" width=\"420\" height=\"420\"\u003E\u003C\/object\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=pink\u003ED'accord, il existait\u003Cbr \/\u003ED'autres façons de se quitter\u003Cbr \/\u003EQuelques éclats de verre\u003Cbr \/\u003EAuraient peut-être pu nous aider\u003Cbr \/\u003EDans ce silence 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quotes and poems"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"To My Daughter Adèle by Victor Hugo;My  song by Rabindranath Tagore;Benediction by Rabindranath Tagore;On children by Khalil Gibran:Inspiring poems on childhood and children"},"content":{"type":"html","$t":"\u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003ETo My Daughter, Adèle\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=white\u003EVictor Hugo\u003Cbr \/\u003ETranslated by Valerie Smith\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/iamachild.files.wordpress.com\/2010\/11\/mother-and-child-3.jpg?w=472\u0026h=610'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge ivory\"height=\"640\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=aqua\u003EMusic:\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EOmar Khairat-infatuation \u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cobject style=\"height: 390px; width: 640px\"\u003E\u003Cparam name=\"movie\" value=\"http:\/\/www.youtube.com\/v\/ktA45JWdYWg?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\/ktA45JWdYWg?version=3\u0026feature=player_detailpage\" type=\"application\/x-shockwave-flash\" allowfullscreen=\"true\" allowScriptAccess=\"always\" width=\"420\" height=\"420\"\u003E\u003C\/object\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=orange\u003EMy baby, sleeping close to me, all pink and fresh,\u003Cbr \/\u003Elike a tiny drowsy Jesus in his crèche;\u003Cbr \/\u003EIn your innocent sleep, so calm and so charming, \u003Cbr \/\u003EYou do not hear the bird singing in the shadows\u003Cbr \/\u003EPensively, I inhale all the sweet darkness\u003Cbr \/\u003Eof the mysterious heavens.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/i1005.photobucket.com\/albums\/af175\/justdream_bucket\/divders\/e7311627.png?t=1289722331'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=orangered\u003EAnd I listen to the angels flying above your head;\u003Cbr \/\u003EAnd watch you sleeping; and over your coverlets\u003Cbr \/\u003ENoiselessly, I strip the leaves from jasmine and carnation;\u003Cbr \/\u003EAs I pray, watching over your shuttered eyelids;\u003Cbr \/\u003EMy eyes well up full with water, dreaming of things \u003Cbr \/\u003EThat await us in the night. \u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/i1005.photobucket.com\/albums\/af175\/justdream_bucket\/divders\/e7311627.png?t=1289722331'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=yellow\u003EOne day, my turn will come to sleep; and my sleep\u003Cbr \/\u003Ewill be so shadowy, so gloomy, so wild and deep\u003Cbr \/\u003EThat I will hear the singing bird no more;\u003Cbr \/\u003EAnd the night will be black; then, o my dove,\u003Cbr \/\u003EYou will return to my tomb, \u003Cbr \/\u003Ethe tears, prayers and flowers \u003Cbr \/\u003EThat I bestrewed by your cradle. \u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img1.liveinternet.ru\/images\/attach\/c\/1\/\/58\/518\/58518734_a0336475ce020ed77dd68cd55ed0e60a.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EMy Song\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=white\u003ERabindranath Tagore\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/www.billyhork.com\/pinoimagesforwebsite\/amotherslove20x26.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge hotpink\"height=\"600\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=pink\u003EPino Daeni Painting\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=aqua\u003EThis song of mine will wind its music around you,\u003Cbr \/\u003Emy child, like the fond arms of love.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EThe song of mine will touch your forehead\u003Cbr \/\u003Elike a kiss of blessing.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/i1005.photobucket.com\/albums\/af175\/justdream_bucket\/divders\/e7311627.png?t=1289722331'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=hotpink\u003EWhen you are alone it will sit by your side and\u003Cbr \/\u003Ewhisper in your ear, when you are in the crowd\u003Cbr \/\u003Eit will fence you about with aloofness.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EMy song will be like a pair of wings to your dreams,\u003Cbr \/\u003Eit will transport your heart to the verge of the unknown.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/i1005.photobucket.com\/albums\/af175\/justdream_bucket\/divders\/e7311627.png?t=1289722331'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=aqua\u003EIt will be like the faithful star overhead\u003Cbr \/\u003Ewhen dark night is over your road.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EMy song will sit in the pupils of your eyes,\u003Cbr \/\u003Eand will carry your sight into the heart of things.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EAnd when my voice is silenced in death,\u003Cbr \/\u003Emy song will speak in your living heart.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img1.liveinternet.ru\/images\/attach\/c\/1\/\/58\/518\/58518734_a0336475ce020ed77dd68cd55ed0e60a.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EBenediction\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=white\u003ERabindranath Tagore\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/frenchgardenhouse.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/05\/m-Emile-Munier-French-Academic-Painter-1840-1895-Pardon_Mama_-_Emile_Munier.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge ivory\"height=\"640\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EÉmile Munier Art \u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=pink\u003EBless this little heart, this white soul that has won the kiss of\u003Cbr \/\u003Eheaven for our earth.\u003Cbr \/\u003EHe loves the light of the sun, he loves the sight of his\u003Cbr \/\u003Emother's face.\u003Cbr \/\u003EHe has not learned to despise the dust, and to hanker after\u003Cbr \/\u003Egold.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/content.foto.mail.ru\/mail\/origami-57\/_animated\/i-30259.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=aqua\u003EClasp him to your heart and bless him.\u003Cbr \/\u003EHe has come into this land of an hundred cross-roads.\u003Cbr \/\u003EI know not how he chose you from the crowd, came to your\u003Cbr \/\u003E door,and grasped you hand to ask his way.\u003Cbr \/\u003EHe will follow you, laughing the talking, and not a doubt in\u003Cbr \/\u003Ehis heart.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/content.foto.mail.ru\/mail\/origami-57\/_animated\/i-30259.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=aquamarine\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EKeep his trust, lead him straight and bless him.\u003Cbr \/\u003ELay your hand on his head, and pray that though the waves\u003Cbr \/\u003Eunderneath grow threatening, yet the breath from above may\u003Cbr \/\u003E come and fill his sails and waft him to the heaven of peace.\u003Cbr \/\u003EForget him not in your hurry, let him come to your heart\u003Cbr \/\u003E and bless him.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img1.liveinternet.ru\/images\/attach\/c\/1\/\/58\/518\/58518734_a0336475ce020ed77dd68cd55ed0e60a.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EOn Children\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=white\u003EKahlil Gibran\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/1.bp.blogspot.com\/-nYY5X9iGDf4\/TsVzBlPG9vI\/AAAAAAAABoQ\/pmeYuOx2MEI\/s1600\/lilpmw0dh4.jpg%27%27g%3d%22%22'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge pink\"height=\"640\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=yellow\u003EYour children are not your children.\u003Cbr \/\u003EThey are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.\u003Cbr \/\u003EThey come through you but not from you,\u003Cbr \/\u003EAnd though they are with you yet they belong not to you.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/content.foto.mail.ru\/mail\/origami-57\/_animated\/i-30259.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=salmon\u003EYou may give them your love but not your thoughts, \u003Cbr \/\u003EFor they have their own thoughts.\u003Cbr \/\u003EYou may house their bodies but not their souls,\u003Cbr \/\u003EFor their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, \u003Cbr \/\u003Ewhich you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.\u003Cbr \/\u003EYou may strive to be like them, \u003Cbr \/\u003Ebut seek not to make them like you.\u003Cbr \/\u003EFor life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/content.foto.mail.ru\/mail\/origami-57\/_animated\/i-30259.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=pink\u003EYou are the bows from which your children\u003Cbr \/\u003Eas living arrows are sent forth.\u003Cbr \/\u003EThe archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite, \u003Cbr \/\u003Eand He bends you with His might \u003Cbr \/\u003Ethat His arrows may 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Easley:How do I love thee?  Let me count the ways. byElizabeth Barrett Browning ;Will you still love me by Joyce.(Poetry of love,romance and emotions)"},"content":{"type":"html","$t":"\u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003EWill you still love me\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=white\u003EJoyce\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/i069.radikal.ru\/1101\/73\/29a43dab3f40.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge crimson\"height=\"660\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=pink\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003EPino Daeni painting\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=aqua\u003EMusic:\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=ivory\u003ESong from a Secret Garden\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cobject style=\"height: 390px; width: 640px\"\u003E\u003Cparam name=\"movie\" value=\"http:\/\/www.youtube.com\/v\/wasYNNfnfVE?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\/wasYNNfnfVE?version=3\u0026feature=player_detailpage\" type=\"application\/x-shockwave-flash\" allowfullscreen=\"true\" allowScriptAccess=\"always\" width=\"500\" height=\"500\"\u003E\u003C\/object\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=pink\u003EWill you still love me even if I’m not perfect? \u003Cbr \/\u003EWill you still love me even if I’m not the kind\u003Cbr \/\u003Eof person you wished I were? \u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/09.img.v4.skyrock.net\/092\/lady-tissia\/pics\/3027720086_1_5_rrJib3fd.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=aqua\u003EWill you still look into my eyes with warmth even\u003Cbr \/\u003Eif you saw my shadows? Will you still hold my hand\u003Cbr \/\u003Eeven if you knew there will be times I’d let you down?\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/09.img.v4.skyrock.net\/092\/lady-tissia\/pics\/3027720086_1_5_rrJib3fd.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=pink\u003EFor though I yearn to take care of you as I should, though\u003Cbr \/\u003EI desire to love you with a love that never falters and fades,\u003Cbr \/\u003Emy knees tremble this very moment that you hold me in your arms.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/09.img.v4.skyrock.net\/092\/lady-tissia\/pics\/3027720086_1_5_rrJib3fd.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=aqua\u003EShall I kiss you? Shall I hold your hand and bask in the light\u003Cbr \/\u003Eof your spirit knowing that I have my darkness, knowing there \u003Cbr \/\u003Ewill be times that the light of my love will sometimes be \u003Cbr \/\u003Eovershadowed by the darkness that is in me?\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/09.img.v4.skyrock.net\/092\/lady-tissia\/pics\/3027720086_1_5_rrJib3fd.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=pink\u003ESometimes I’d be silent and I might bore you. I may not laugh\u003Cbr \/\u003Eat your jokes, and you may not understand the spell that’s enshrouding me. \u003Cbr \/\u003ESometimes I’d get troubled and I’d fail to put into words what\u003Cbr \/\u003Ethe hell it is that troubles me. I wouldn’t be good company then,\u003Cbr \/\u003Eand I couldn’t make you smile.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/09.img.v4.skyrock.net\/092\/lady-tissia\/pics\/3027720086_1_5_rrJib3fd.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=aqua\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003ESometimes I’d get moody and I might not enjoy the things you’d \u003Cbr \/\u003Elike us to do together. Sometimes I’d lose my temper and I’d \u003Cbr \/\u003Eno longer act like the fine person who stands before you today.\u003Cbr \/\u003ESometimes I’d get jealous and I might say things I don’t really\u003Cbr \/\u003Emean.\u003Cbr \/\u003ESometimes I’d talk too much that I might drive you away.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/09.img.v4.skyrock.net\/092\/lady-tissia\/pics\/3027720086_1_5_rrJib3fd.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=pink\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003ESometimes I’d get touchy and I’d get easily hurt. And no matter\u003Cbr \/\u003Ehow mature I try to be, at times I’d act in childish ways.\u003Cbr \/\u003EI’d demand things I shouldn’t, I’d say things I shouldn’t say. \u003Cbr \/\u003EAnd no matter how much I desire to protect you and make you \u003Cbr \/\u003Ehappy,sometimes I’d be the one who’d cause you the most pain.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/09.img.v4.skyrock.net\/092\/lady-tissia\/pics\/3027720086_1_5_rrJib3fd.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=aqua\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EIf you will love me I cannot promise you that I will not hurt you.\u003Cbr \/\u003EI cannot promise you that I will not make you cry and that I’ll\u003Cbr \/\u003Enever break your heart. But if you will love me, I will bare\u003Cbr \/\u003Emy whole self naked before you, and I will reveal to you my soul.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/09.img.v4.skyrock.net\/092\/lady-tissia\/pics\/3027720086_1_5_rrJib3fd.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=pink\u003EIf you will love me, you can be certain that it is I that you will\u003Cbr \/\u003Elove, not a mask that fools you and gives you only what your \u003Cbr \/\u003Eeyes desire to see. If you will love me, you can be certain that\u003Cbr \/\u003Eyou will love the depths of me, all of me that is in me, and \u003Cbr \/\u003EI in turn will love you with all of me, with all my soul, with\u003Cbr \/\u003Eall my mind, with all  my spirit, with all my flaws and beauty,\u003Cbr \/\u003Eand with all my very heart.\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\u003EI'll Paint You A Rainbow \u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=white\u003EGrace E. Easley  \u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/ivlievapolina.35photo.ru\/photos\/20110126\/219894.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge orange\"height=\"640\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=salmon\u003EI'll paint you a rainbow to hang on the wall,\u003Cbr \/\u003Eto brighten your heart when the gray shadows fall.\u003Cbr \/\u003EOn a canvas of joy outlasting the years,\u003Cbr \/\u003Ewith a soft brush of sweetness to dry all your tears.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/09.img.v4.skyrock.net\/092\/lady-tissia\/pics\/3028516196_1_5_PxGJUQRS.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=yellow\u003EI'll paint you a rainbow with colors of smiles\u003Cbr \/\u003EThat glow with sincerity over the miles.\u003Cbr \/\u003EOn a palette of words I will tenderly blend\u003Cbr \/\u003ETones into treasures of sunlight and wind.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/09.img.v4.skyrock.net\/092\/lady-tissia\/pics\/3028516196_1_5_PxGJUQRS.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=orange\u003EI'll paint you a rainbow that reaches so wide,\u003Cbr \/\u003EYour sights and your sorrows will vanish inside,\u003Cbr \/\u003EAnd deep in the center of each different hue,\u003Cbr \/\u003EA memory fashioned especially for you.\u003Cbr \/\u003ESo lift up your eyes, for suspended above,\u003Cbr \/\u003EA rainbow designed by the fingers of love...\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\u003EHow do I love thee?  Let me count the ways.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=white\u003EElizabeth Barrett Browning\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='\u003Cbr \/\u003E http:\/\/territa.ru\/_ph\/442\/2\/625480292.jpg\u003Cbr \/\u003E 'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge hotpink\"height=\"660\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=pink\u003EVladimir Volegov painting\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=aquamarine\u003EHow do I love thee? Let me count the ways.\u003Cbr \/\u003EI love thee to the depth and breadth and height\u003Cbr \/\u003EMy soul can reach, when feeling out of sight\u003Cbr \/\u003EFor the ends of Being and ideal Grace.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/s010.radikal.ru\/i313\/1010\/e7\/c42657872cd7.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=hotpink\u003EI love thee to the level of everyday's\u003Cbr \/\u003EMost quiet need, by sun and candle-light.\u003Cbr \/\u003EI love thee freely, as men strive for Right;\u003Cbr \/\u003EI love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.\u003Cbr \/\u003EI love thee with a passion put to use\u003Cbr \/\u003EIn my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/s010.radikal.ru\/i313\/1010\/e7\/c42657872cd7.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=aqua\u003EI love thee with a love I seemed to lose\u003Cbr \/\u003EWith my lost saints, --- I love thee with the breath,\u003Cbr \/\u003ESmiles, tears, of all my life! --- and, if God choose,\u003Cbr \/\u003EI shall but love thee better after death.\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:\/\/www.territa.ru\/_ph\/442\/2\/774348028.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge teal\"height=\"640\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=ivory\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003EVladimir Volegov painting\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=pink\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003ELove does not put everything at rest; it puts everything\u003Cbr \/\u003Ein motion. \u003Cbr \/\u003ELove does not resolve every conflict; it accepts conflict\u003Cbr \/\u003Eas the arena in which the work of love is to be done. \u003Cbr \/\u003ELove does not separate the good people from the bad,\u003Cbr \/\u003Ebestowing endless bliss on one, and endless torment\u003Cbr \/\u003Eon the other. 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Forgiveness is the only way \u003Cbr \/\u003Eto dissolve that link and get free.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003ECatherine Ponder\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/content.foto.my.mail.ru\/mail\/neunivau2006\/_animated\/i-4762.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=aqua\u003ETo forgive is to set a prisoner free and discover that\u003Cbr \/\u003Ethe prisoner was you. \u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003ELewis B. Smedes\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=hotpink\u003EOne forgives to the degree that one loves. \u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EFrancois de La Rochefoucauld\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img1.liveinternet.ru\/images\/attach\/c\/2\/73\/295\/73295821_10050512_23077906_Linien2097.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EForgiveness\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=white\u003EJohn Greenleaf Whittier \u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img-fotki.yandex.ru\/get\/5500\/routir.0\/0_3f340_bc5f3cc5_XL.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge green\"height=\"680\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=pink\u003EAn He painting\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=yellow\u003EMy heart was heavy, for its trust had been \u003Cbr \/\u003EAbused, its kindness answered with foul wrong; \u003Cbr \/\u003ESo, turning gloomily from my fellow-men, \u003Cbr \/\u003EOne summer Sabbath day I strolled among \u003Cbr \/\u003EThe green mounds of the village burial-place; \u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/thumbs.myopera.com\/sz\/colx\/princess234\/albums\/6762192\/l5z1is51vov.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=aquamarine\u003EWhere, pondering how all human love and hate \u003Cbr \/\u003EFind one sad level; and how, soon or late, \u003Cbr \/\u003EWronged and wrongdoer, each with meekened face, \u003Cbr \/\u003EAnd cold hands folded over a still heart, \u003Cbr \/\u003EPass the green threshold of our common grave, \u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/thumbs.myopera.com\/sz\/colx\/princess234\/albums\/6762192\/l5z1is51vov.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=orange\u003EWhither all footsteps tend, whence none depart, \u003Cbr \/\u003EAwed for myself, and pitying my race, \u003Cbr \/\u003EOur common sorrow, like a mighty wave, \u003Cbr \/\u003ESwept all my pride away, and trembling I forgave! \u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img1.liveinternet.ru\/images\/attach\/c\/2\/73\/295\/73295821_10050512_23077906_Linien2097.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EGood, To Forgive\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=white\u003ERobert Browning \u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/zeblog.majest.net\/wp-content\/documents\/femme-derriere-un-rideau.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge ivory\"height=\"600\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=pink\u003EGood, to forgive;\u003Cbr \/\u003EBest, to forget!\u003Cbr \/\u003ELiving, we fret;\u003Cbr \/\u003EDying, we live.\u003Cbr \/\u003EFretless and free, \u003Cbr \/\u003ESoul, clap thy pinion!\u003Cbr \/\u003EEarth have dominion,\u003Cbr \/\u003EBody, o'er thee!\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=salmon\u003EWander at will,\u003Cbr \/\u003EDay after day-- \u003Cbr \/\u003EWander away,\u003Cbr \/\u003EWandering still--\u003Cbr \/\u003ESoul that canst soar!\u003Cbr \/\u003EBody may slumber:\u003Cbr \/\u003EBody shall cumber \u003Cbr \/\u003ESoul-flight no more.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=pink\u003EWaft of soul's wing!\u003Cbr \/\u003EWhat lies above?\u003Cbr \/\u003ESunshine and Love,\u003Cbr \/\u003ESkyblue and Spring! \u003Cbr \/\u003EBody hides--where?\u003Cbr \/\u003EFerns of all feather,\u003Cbr \/\u003EMosses and heather.\u003Cbr \/\u003EYours be the care!\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img1.liveinternet.ru\/images\/attach\/c\/2\/73\/295\/73295821_10050512_23077906_Linien2097.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EMaybe not now\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=white\u003EUnknown\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/sphotos-a.xx.fbcdn.net\/hphotos-snc7\/399736_198837060248322_1810629458_n.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge black\"height=\"500\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=mintcream\u003EMaybe not now, but later on\u003Cbr \/\u003Ethe words you've said will be remembered\u003Cbr \/\u003Ethey will come back,\u003Cbr \/\u003Efull of meaning, and of truth.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/thumbs.myopera.com\/sz\/colx\/princess234\/albums\/6762192\/2966556699_1_7_ghpRhTie.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=khaki\u003EThey shall return\u003Cbr \/\u003Eand they shall speak\u003Cbr \/\u003Eas though speaking\u003Cbr \/\u003Efor the very first time.\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 \/\u003Ea heart will be changed,\u003Cbr \/\u003Ea grudge will be forgotten,\u003Cbr \/\u003Ea hurt will be forgiven.\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 time\u003Cbr \/\u003Ewhen a light shall be cast\u003Cbr \/\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, we'll be looking\u003Cbr \/\u003Eat the same sky\u003Cbr \/\u003Eand we'll be dancing with one song\u003Cbr \/\u003Efinally seeing\u003Cbr \/\u003Efinally hearing\u003Cbr \/\u003Ewhat our hearts have known\u003Cbr \/\u003Eall along. \u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img1.liveinternet.ru\/images\/attach\/c\/2\/73\/295\/73295821_10050512_23077906_Linien2097.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EForgiveness\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=white\u003Eby George William Russell\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/hipish.free.fr\/comments\/sadness\/sadness22.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge black\"height=\"500\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=lavender\u003EAT dusk the window panes grew grey;\u003Cbr \/\u003EThe wet world vanished in the gloom;\u003Cbr \/\u003EThe dim and silver end of day\u003Cbr \/\u003EScarce glimmered through the little room.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/i28.tinypic.com\/nl62qp.jpg'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=cornsilk\u003EAnd all my sins were told; I said\u003Cbr \/\u003ESuch things to her who knew not sin\u003Cbr \/\u003EThe sharp ache throbbing in my head,\u003Cbr \/\u003EThe fever running high within.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/i28.tinypic.com\/nl62qp.jpg'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=lavender\u003EI touched with pain her purity;\u003Cbr \/\u003ESin's darker sense I could not bring:\u003Cbr \/\u003EMy soul was black as night to me;\u003Cbr \/\u003ETo her I was a wounded thing.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/i28.tinypic.com\/nl62qp.jpg'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=cornsilk\u003EI needed love no words could say;\u003Cbr \/\u003EShe drew me softly nigh her chair,\u003Cbr \/\u003EMy head upon her knees to lay,\u003Cbr \/\u003EWith cool hands that caressed my hair.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/i28.tinypic.com\/nl62qp.jpg'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont 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Shoffstall\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=aqua\u003EAfter a while you learn the difference,\u003Cbr \/\u003Ethe subtle difference between holding\u003Cbr \/\u003Ea hand and chaining a soul.\u003Cbr \/\u003EAnd you learn that love does not mean\u003Cbr \/\u003Eleaning, and company does not always\u003Cbr \/\u003Emean security. \u003Cbr \/\u003EAnd you begin to learn that kisses aren't contracts,\u003Cbr \/\u003EAnd presents aren't promises.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img1.liveinternet.ru\/images\/attach\/c\/1\/\/58\/202\/58202247_607567bc3672.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=pink\u003EAnd you begin to accept your defeats with\u003Cbr \/\u003Eyour head up and your eyes ahead with\u003Cbr \/\u003Ethe grace of a woman and not the grief of a child.\u003Cbr \/\u003EAnd you learn to build all your roads on today\u003Cbr \/\u003Ebecause tomorrow's ground is too uncertain\u003Cbr \/\u003Efor plans, and the future has a way of falling\u003Cbr \/\u003Einto the void. \u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img1.liveinternet.ru\/images\/attach\/c\/1\/\/58\/202\/58202247_607567bc3672.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=aqua\u003EAfter a while you learn that the sun burns if\u003Cbr \/\u003Eyou take it too long. \u003Cbr \/\u003EYou learn that no matter how much you care,\u003Cbr \/\u003Esome people just do not care ... \u003Cbr \/\u003EAnd you accept that no matter how good a\u003Cbr \/\u003Eperson is, they will hurt you once in a while\u003Cbr \/\u003Eand you need to forgive them for that. \u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img1.liveinternet.ru\/images\/attach\/c\/1\/\/58\/202\/58202247_607567bc3672.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=pink\u003EYou learn that talking can relieve emotional pain.\u003Cbr \/\u003EYou discover that it takes years to build trust\u003Cbr \/\u003Eand only seconds to destroy it, and that you\u003Cbr \/\u003Ecan do things in an instant which you will regret\u003Cbr \/\u003Efor the rest of your life. \u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img1.liveinternet.ru\/images\/attach\/c\/1\/\/58\/202\/58202247_607567bc3672.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=aqua\u003EYou learn that true friendship continues to grow\u003Cbr \/\u003Eeven over long distances. \u003Cbr \/\u003EAnd what matters is not what you have in life,\u003Cbr \/\u003Ebut who you are in life.\u003Cbr \/\u003EAnd that good friends are the family we choose. \u003Cbr \/\u003EYou learn that we do not have to change friends\u003Cbr \/\u003Eif we understand that friends change, you realize\u003Cbr \/\u003Ethat your best friend and you can do anything, \u003Cbr \/\u003Eor nothing, and have good times together.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img1.liveinternet.ru\/images\/attach\/c\/1\/\/58\/202\/58202247_607567bc3672.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=pink\u003EYou find out that the people you most care about\u003Cbr \/\u003Ein life are taken away from you too quickly, so we\u003Cbr \/\u003Emust always leave loved ones with loving words,\u003Cbr \/\u003Eas it may be the last time we see them. \u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img1.liveinternet.ru\/images\/attach\/c\/1\/\/58\/202\/58202247_607567bc3672.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=aqua\u003EYou learn that the circumstances and the environment\u003Cbr \/\u003Ehave influence on us, but we are responsible for ourselves. \u003Cbr \/\u003EYou begin to learn that you should not compare yourself\u003Cbr \/\u003Ewith others, but with the best you yourself can be.\u003Cbr \/\u003EYou discover that it takes a long time to become the\u003Cbr \/\u003Eperson you want to be, and that time is short. \u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img1.liveinternet.ru\/images\/attach\/c\/1\/\/58\/202\/58202247_607567bc3672.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=pink\u003EYou learn that it doesn’t matter where you got, but\u003Cbr \/\u003Ewhere you're going, but if you don’t know where\u003Cbr \/\u003Eyou're going, anywhere will do. \u003Cbr \/\u003EYou learn that either you control your actions or\u003Cbr \/\u003Ethey will control you, and that being flexible does\u003Cbr \/\u003Enot mean being weak or having no personality,\u003Cbr \/\u003Ebecause no matter how delicate and fragile the\u003Cbr \/\u003Esituation is, there are always two sides. \u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img1.liveinternet.ru\/images\/attach\/c\/1\/\/58\/202\/58202247_607567bc3672.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=aqua\u003EYou learn that heroes are people who did what\u003Cbr \/\u003Ewas necessary by facing the consequences. \u003Cbr \/\u003EYou learn that patience requires a lot of practice.\u003Cbr \/\u003EYou discover that sometimes the person you expect\u003Cbr \/\u003Eto kick you when you fall is one of the few that will\u003Cbr \/\u003Ehelp you get up.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img1.liveinternet.ru\/images\/attach\/c\/1\/\/58\/202\/58202247_607567bc3672.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=pink\u003EYou learn that maturity has more to do with the kinds\u003Cbr \/\u003Eof experience you had and what you learned from\u003Cbr \/\u003Ethem than with how many birthdays you've celebrated. \u003Cbr \/\u003EYou learn that there are more of your parents in you\u003Cbr \/\u003Ethan you thought. \u003Cbr \/\u003EYou learn that you should never tell a child that dreams\u003Cbr \/\u003Eare silly, some things are so humiliating, and it would be\u003Cbr \/\u003Ea tragedy if they believed it. \u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img1.liveinternet.ru\/images\/attach\/c\/1\/\/58\/202\/58202247_607567bc3672.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=aqua\u003EYou learn that when you are angry you have the right to\u003Cbr \/\u003Ebe angry, but that does not give you the right to be cruel.\u003Cbr \/\u003EYou discover that just because someone does not love you\u003Cbr \/\u003Ethe way you want it does not mean that they do not love\u003Cbr \/\u003Eyou, because there are people who love us, but just do not\u003Cbr \/\u003Eknow how to show it. \u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img1.liveinternet.ru\/images\/attach\/c\/1\/\/58\/202\/58202247_607567bc3672.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=pink\u003EYou learn that it is not always enough to be forgiven by someone,\u003Cbr \/\u003Esometimes you have to learn to forgive your own self. \u003Cbr \/\u003EYou learn that with the same harshness you judge, you will\u003Cbr \/\u003Ebe convicted at some point. \u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img1.liveinternet.ru\/images\/attach\/c\/1\/\/58\/202\/58202247_607567bc3672.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=aqua\u003EYou learn that no matter how many pieces your heart has\u003Cbr \/\u003Ebeen broken into, the world does not stop for you to fix it. \u003Cbr \/\u003EYou learn that time is not something that can turn back. \u003Cbr \/\u003ESo plant your own garden and decorate your own soul,\u003Cbr \/\u003Einstead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers. \u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img1.liveinternet.ru\/images\/attach\/c\/1\/\/58\/202\/58202247_607567bc3672.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=pink\u003EAnd you learn that you really can endure ... you really\u003Cbr \/\u003Eare strong, and can go a much longer way after thinking\u003Cbr \/\u003Ethere was no more to go. \u003Cbr \/\u003EAnd that life really has value and that you have value in life! \u003Cbr \/\u003Eand that Our doubts are traitors and make us lose the good we\u003Cbr \/\u003Ecould win, if the fear of trying wasn’t there.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img1.liveinternet.ru\/images\/attach\/c\/1\/\/54\/947\/54947882_54945633_21a61e29699b.png'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E \u003Cfont color=red\u003EA PSALM OF LIFE\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=white\u003EHenry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807-1882)\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/pussycatdreams.p.u.pic.centerblog.net\/b14c86b8.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge orange\"height=\"680\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=orange\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003E Emile Vernon painting\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=salmon\u003ETELL me not, in mournful numbers, \u003Cbr \/\u003ELife is but an empty dream ! — \u003Cbr \/\u003EFor the soul is dead that slumbers, \u003Cbr \/\u003EAnd things are not what they seem.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=pink\u003E Life is real !   Life is earnest! \u003Cbr \/\u003EAnd the grave is not its goal ; \u003Cbr \/\u003EDust thou art, to dust returnest, \u003Cbr \/\u003EWas not spoken of the soul.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/s16.radikal.ru\/i191\/0909\/2f\/d5d1e438a00a.png'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=salmon\u003ENot enjoyment, and not sorrow, \u003Cbr \/\u003EIs our destined end or way ; \u003Cbr \/\u003EBut to act, that each to-morrow \u003Cbr \/\u003EFind us farther than to-day.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=pink\u003EArt is long, and Time is fleeting, \u003Cbr \/\u003EAnd our hearts, though stout and brave, \u003Cbr \/\u003EStill, like muffled drums, are beating \u003Cbr \/\u003EFuneral marches to the grave.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/s16.radikal.ru\/i191\/0909\/2f\/d5d1e438a00a.png'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=salmon\u003EIn the world's broad field of battle, \u003Cbr \/\u003EIn the bivouac of Life, \u003Cbr \/\u003EBe not like dumb, driven cattle ! \u003Cbr \/\u003EBe a hero in the strife !\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=pink\u003ETrust no Future, howe'er pleasant ! \u003Cbr \/\u003ELet the dead Past bury its dead ! \u003Cbr \/\u003EAct,— act in the living Present ! \u003Cbr \/\u003EHeart within, and God o'erhead !\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/s16.radikal.ru\/i191\/0909\/2f\/d5d1e438a00a.png'\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 sands of time ;\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=pink\u003E Footprints, that perhaps another, \u003Cbr \/\u003ESailing o'er life's solemn main, \u003Cbr \/\u003EA forlorn and shipwrecked brother, \u003Cbr \/\u003ESeeing, shall take heart again.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/s16.radikal.ru\/i191\/0909\/2f\/d5d1e438a00a.png'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=salmon\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"},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/feeds\/974530547119702661\/comments\/default","title":"Post Comments"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/01\/after-while-you-learn-by-veronica.html#comment-form","title":"0 Comments"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/974530547119702661"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/974530547119702661"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2012\/01\/after-while-you-learn-by-veronica.html","title":"After a while you learn by Veronica A. 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color=white\u003EHalleluia\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=salmon\u003ELyrics to Hallelujah :\u003Cbr \/\u003ESebastien:\u003Cbr \/\u003EUn soldado a casa hoy regreso\u003Cbr \/\u003EY un niño enfermo se curo\u003Cbr \/\u003EY hoy no hay trabajo en el bosque de la lluvia\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EUn desamparado se salvo\u003Cbr \/\u003EPor causa de una buena acción\u003Cbr \/\u003EY hoy nadie lo repudia, hallelujah\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EHallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003ECarlos:\u003Cbr \/\u003EUn ateo que consiguió creer\u003Cbr \/\u003EY un hambriento hoy tiene de comer\u003Cbr \/\u003EY hoy donaron a una iglesia una fortuna\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EDavid:\u003Cbr \/\u003EQue la guerra pronto se acabara\u003Cbr \/\u003EQue en el mundo al fin reinara la paz\u003Cbr \/\u003EQue no habrá miseria alguna, hallelujah\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EUrs:\u003Cbr \/\u003EHallelujah, hallelujah, 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a kind act\u003Cbr \/\u003EA desolate person was saved\u003Cbr \/\u003EAnd today no one condemns him, hallelujah\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EHallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003ECarlos:\u003Cbr \/\u003EAn atheist came to believe\u003Cbr \/\u003EAnd he who was hungry was fed\u003Cbr \/\u003EAnd today a fortune was given to the church\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EDavid:\u003Cbr \/\u003EThat wars will soon cease\u003Cbr \/\u003EThat peace will finally reign\u003Cbr \/\u003EThat not a single misery will exist\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EUrs:\u003Cbr \/\u003EHallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003ECarlos:\u003Cbr \/\u003EBecause love will be the rule\u003Cbr \/\u003EAnd corruption will not govern\u003Cbr \/\u003EBut rather the good and the best of pure souls\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003ETogether:\u003Cbr \/\u003EBecause God protects us from  a tragic ending\u003Cbr \/\u003EBecause one day we 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value=\"always\"\u003E\u003Cembed src=\"http:\/\/www.youtube.com\/v\/7wfOSt36ez8?version=3\u0026feature=player_profilepage\" type=\"application\/x-shockwave-flash\" allowfullscreen=\"true\" allowScriptAccess=\"always\" width=\"420\" height=\"420\"\u003E\u003C\/object\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=salmon\u003EThunder rumbles in the mountain passes\u003Cbr \/\u003EAnd lightning rattles the eaves of our houses.\u003Cbr \/\u003EFlood waters await us in our avenues.\u003Cbr \/\u003E \u003Cbr \/\u003ESnow falls upon snow, falls upon snow to avalanche\u003Cbr \/\u003EOver unprotected villages.\u003Cbr \/\u003EThe sky slips low and grey and threatening.\u003Cbr \/\u003E   \u003Cimg src='http:\/\/i1005.photobucket.com\/albums\/af175\/justdream_bucket\/divders\/fa26608d.png?t=1291486591'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E   \u003Cfont color=yellowgreen\u003EWe question ourselves.\u003Cbr \/\u003EWhat have we done to so affront nature?\u003Cbr \/\u003EWe worry God.\u003Cbr \/\u003EAre you there? 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 Comments"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/1912846454744937774"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/1912846454744937774"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2011\/12\/amazing-peace-by-maya-angelou.html","title":"Amazing peace by Maya Angelou"}],"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":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4739814251441728812.post-6185159940523357921"},"published":{"$t":"2011-12-12T10:24:00.000-08:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2012-11-04T22:58:47.564-08:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational and motivational poems"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational music"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Life poems and quotes"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Painting and fine art"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Philosophy  and Ethics poems and quotes"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"It’s the Journey That’s Important…by John McLeod \/Life quotes by Dawna Markova,Jack London,William Ellery Channing,"},"content":{"type":"html","$t":"\u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EI will not die an unlived life:Life quote\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=white\u003EDawna Markova\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/1.bp.blogspot.com\/-AEPljxolUGM\/TrgqN0lsGpI\/AAAAAAAABOU\/ki9_TaXwbSw\/s1600\/315057_205133482893777_148434251897034_507416_1196084653_n.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge crimson\"height=\"640\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EMusic:\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=aqua\u003EERNESTO CORTAZAR - Intermezzo\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Ciframe width=\"550\" height=\"380\" src=\"http:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/OEHPeAifHhg?feature=player_detailpage\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen\u003E\u003C\/iframe\u003E \u003Cbr \/\u003EI will not die an unlived life. I will not live in fear of falling or\u003Cbr \/\u003Ecatching fire. I choose to inhabit my days, to allow my living to \u003Cbr \/\u003Eopen me, to make me less afraid, more accessible, to loosen\u003Cbr \/\u003Emy heart until it becomes a wing, a torch, a promise. \u003Cbr \/\u003EI choose to risk my significance; to live so that which comes\u003Cbr \/\u003Eto me as seed goes to the next as blossom and that which\u003Cbr \/\u003Ecomes to me as blossom, goes on as fruit.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/09.img.v4.skyrock.net\/092\/lady-tissia\/pics\/3028274408_1_5_amANeHrC.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/marciokenobi.files.wordpress.com\/2012\/04\/river-flows-in-you.jpg?w=645\u0026h=645'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge lemonchiffon\"height=\"660\"width=\"540\"\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=salmon\u003EI would rather be ashes than dust! I would rather that my spark \u003Cbr \/\u003Eshould burn out in a brilliant blaze than it should be stifled by dry\u003Cbr \/\u003Erot. I would rather be a superb meteor, every atom of me\u003Cbr \/\u003Ein magnificent glow, than a sleepy and permanent planet. \u003Cbr \/\u003EThe proper function of man is to live, not to exist. \u003Cbr \/\u003EI shall not waste my days in trying to prolong them. \u003Cbr \/\u003EI shall use my time.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EJack London\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/09.img.v4.skyrock.net\/092\/lady-tissia\/pics\/3028274408_1_5_amANeHrC.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/s008.radikal.ru\/i306\/1102\/34\/9d5cdd1bb788.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge maroon\"height=\"640\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=yellow\u003EArt by kevin Beilfuss\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EMy symphony\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=white\u003EWilliam Ellery Channing\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=pink\u003ETo live content with small means; to seek elegance rather than\u003Cbr \/\u003Eluxury; and refinement rather than fashion; to be worthy, not \u003Cbr \/\u003Erespectable; and wealthy, not rich; to study hard, think quietly, \u003Cbr \/\u003Etalk gently, act frankly; to listen to stars and birds, to babes and \u003Cbr \/\u003Esages, with open heart; to bear all cheerfully, do all bravely, \u003Cbr \/\u003Eawait occasion, hurry never; in a word, to let the spiritual,\u003Cbr \/\u003Eunbidden and unconscious grow up through the common.\u003Cbr \/\u003EThis is to be my symphony.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/09.img.v4.skyrock.net\/092\/lady-tissia\/pics\/3028274408_1_5_amANeHrC.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EIt’s the Journey That’s Important… \u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=white\u003EJohn McLeod \u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img0.liveinternet.ru\/images\/attach\/c\/2\/74\/760\/74760504_Daniel_F_Gerhartz_3_ak.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge coral\"height=\"640\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=orange\u003EArt by Daniel F Gerhartz\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=aqua\u003ELife, sometimes so wearying\u003Cbr \/\u003EIs worth its weight in gold\u003Cbr \/\u003EThe experience of traveling\u003Cbr \/\u003ELends a wisdom that is old\u003Cbr \/\u003EBeyond our ‘living memory’\u003Cbr \/\u003EA softly spoken prayer:\u003Cbr \/\u003E“It’s the journey that’s important,\u003Cbr \/\u003ENot the getting there!”\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/s16.radikal.ru\/i191\/0909\/2f\/d5d1e438a00a.png'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=hotpink\u003EIns and outs and ups and downs\u003Cbr \/\u003ELife’s road meanders aimlessly?\u003Cbr \/\u003EOr so it seems, but somehow\u003Cbr \/\u003ELeads us where we need to be,\u003Cbr \/\u003EAnd being simply human\u003Cbr \/\u003EWe oft question and compare….\u003Cbr \/\u003E“Is the journey so important\u003Cbr \/\u003EOr the getting there?”\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/s16.radikal.ru\/i191\/0909\/2f\/d5d1e438a00a.png'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=aqua\u003EAnd thus it’s always been\u003Cbr \/\u003EThat question pondered down the ages\u003Cbr \/\u003EBy simple men with simple ways\u003Cbr \/\u003ETo wise and ancient sages….\u003Cbr \/\u003EHow sweet then, quietly knowing\u003Cbr \/\u003EReaching destination fair:\u003Cbr \/\u003E“It’s the journey that’s important,\u003Cbr \/\u003ENot the getting there!\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/s16.radikal.ru\/i191\/0909\/2f\/d5d1e438a00a.png'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img1.liveinternet.ru\/images\/attach\/c\/0\/\/47\/50\/47050130_1_bud20labrand.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge maroon\"height=\"650\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=pink\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003EArt by Budai Laszlo\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=pink\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EYou will never know how much you believe something until\u003Cbr \/\u003Eit is a matter of life and death.” “If you think of this \u003Cbr \/\u003Eworld as a place intended simply for our happiness, you find\u003Cbr \/\u003Eit quite intolerable: think of it as a place of training and \u003Cbr \/\u003Ecorrection and it’s not so bad.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EC.S. 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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":"Life poems and 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"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"Sorrow And Joys  by George Meredith,Another's Sorrow by William blake:Inspiring poems and quotes on Joy and sorrow"},"content":{"type":"html","$t":"\u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003ESorrow And Joys\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=white\u003Eby George Meredith\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/s2.ipicture.ru\/uploads\/20110706\/6XmSN2tT.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge ivory\"height=\"690\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=aqua\u003EMusic: \u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=white\u003EYiruma-Kiss the rain\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cobject style=\"height: 390px; width: 640px\"\u003E\u003Cparam name=\"movie\" value=\"http:\/\/www.youtube.com\/v\/so6ExplQlaY?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\/so6ExplQlaY?version=3\u0026feature=player_detailpage\" type=\"application\/x-shockwave-flash\" allowfullscreen=\"true\" allowScriptAccess=\"always\" width=\"500\" height=\"420\"\u003E\u003C\/object\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=aqua\u003EBury thy sorrows, and they shall rise \u003Cbr \/\u003EAs souls to the immortal skies, \u003Cbr \/\u003EAnd there look down like mothers' eyes. \u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/chantoupartage.c.h.pic.centerblog.net\/xq6h99u6.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=salmon\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EBut let thy joys be fresh as flowers, \u003Cbr \/\u003EThat suck the honey of the showers, \u003Cbr \/\u003EAnd bloom alike on huts and towers. \u003Cbr \/\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 color=salmon\u003EFor both by nature are akin; \u003Cbr \/\u003ESorrow, the ashen fruit of sin, \u003Cbr \/\u003EAnd joy, the juice of life within. \u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/chantoupartage.c.h.pic.centerblog.net\/xq6h99u6.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=aqua\u003EChildren of earth are these; and those \u003Cbr \/\u003EThe spirits of divine repose - \u003Cbr \/\u003EDeath radiant o'er all human woes. \u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/chantoupartage.c.h.pic.centerblog.net\/xq6h99u6.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=salmon\u003EO, think what then had been thy doom, \u003Cbr \/\u003EIf homeless and without a tomb \u003Cbr \/\u003EThey had been left to haunt the gloom! \u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/chantoupartage.c.h.pic.centerblog.net\/xq6h99u6.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=aqua\u003EO, think again what now they are - \u003Cbr \/\u003EMotherly love, tho' dim and far, \u003Cbr \/\u003EImaged in every lustrous star.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/chantoupartage.c.h.pic.centerblog.net\/xq6h99u6.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=salmon\u003EFor they, in their salvation, know \u003Cbr \/\u003ENo vestige of their former woe, \u003Cbr \/\u003EWhile thro' them all the heavens do flow. \u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/chantoupartage.c.h.pic.centerblog.net\/xq6h99u6.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=aqua\u003EThus art thou wedded to the skies, \u003Cbr \/\u003EAnd watched by ever-loving eyes, \u003Cbr \/\u003EAnd warned by yearning sympathies.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/i790.photobucket.com\/albums\/yy182\/stumblinpast\/divders\/95dc73d1.gif?t=1306622270'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EOn Another's Sorrow\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=white\u003EWilliam Blake\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='\u003Cbr \/\u003E http:\/\/www.7looo.com\/uploader\/\/uploads\/images\/7looo.com6a10f50514.gif'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge orange\"height=\"680\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=orange\u003EPainting of Morteza Katouzian\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=orange\u003ECan I see another's woe,\u003Cbr \/\u003EAnd not be in sorrow too?\u003Cbr \/\u003ECan I see another's grief,\u003Cbr \/\u003EAnd not seek for kind relief?\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=aquamarine\u003E Can I see a falling tear,\u003Cbr \/\u003EAnd not feel my sorrow's share?\u003Cbr \/\u003ECan a father see his child\u003Cbr \/\u003EWeep, nor be with sorrow filled?\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=orange\u003ECan a mother sit and hear\u003Cbr \/\u003EAn infant groan, an infant fear?\u003Cbr \/\u003ENo, no!  never can it be!\u003Cbr \/\u003ENever, never can it be!\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=aquamarine\u003EAnd can He who smiles on all\u003Cbr \/\u003EHear the wren with sorrows small,\u003Cbr \/\u003EHear the small bird's grief and care,\u003Cbr \/\u003EHear the woes that infants bear --\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=orange\u003EAnd not sit beside the next,\u003Cbr \/\u003EPouring pity in their breast,\u003Cbr \/\u003EAnd not sit the cradle near,\u003Cbr \/\u003EWeeping tear on infant's tear?\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=aquamarine\u003E And not sit both night and day,\u003Cbr \/\u003EWiping all our tears away?\u003Cbr \/\u003EOh no! never can it be!\u003Cbr \/\u003ENever, never can it be!\u003Cbr \/\u003EHe doth give his joy to all:\u003Cbr \/\u003EHe becomes an infant small,\u003Cbr \/\u003EHe becomes a man of woe,\u003Cbr \/\u003EHe doth feel the sorrow too.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=orange\u003E Think not thou canst sigh a sigh,\u003Cbr \/\u003EAnd thy Maker is not by:\u003Cbr \/\u003EThink not thou canst weep a tear,\u003Cbr \/\u003EAnd thy Maker is not near.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=aquamarine\u003EOh He gives to us his joy,\u003Cbr \/\u003EThat our grief He may destroy:\u003Cbr \/\u003ETill our grief is fled an gone\u003Cbr \/\u003EHe doth sit by us and moan\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/i790.photobucket.com\/albums\/yy182\/stumblinpast\/divders\/95dc73d1.gif?t=1306622270'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img1.liveinternet.ru\/images\/attach\/c\/3\/76\/374\/76374803_9644cda368d41.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge pink\"height=\"690\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=ivory\u003EArt by Fernand Toussaint\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=pink\u003EThere is no despair so absolute as that which comes with \u003Cbr \/\u003Ethe first moments of our first great sorrow, when we have\u003Cbr \/\u003Enot yet known what it is to have suffered and be healed, \u003Cbr \/\u003Eto have despaired and to have recovered hope.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EGEORGE ELIOT\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/i790.photobucket.com\/albums\/yy182\/stumblinpast\/divders\/95dc73d1.gif?t=1306622270'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/i54.tinypic.com\/2efuzxj.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge darkseagreen\"height=\"690\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=burlywood\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EYou can hold yourself back from the sufferings of the world,\u003Cbr \/\u003Ethat is something you are free to do and it accords with your\u003Cbr \/\u003Enature, but perhaps this very holding back \u003Cbr \/\u003Eis the one suffering you could avoid\".\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EFranz Kafka\u003Cbr 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Toi-Richard Abel\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cobject style=\"height: 390px; width: 640px\"\u003E\u003Cparam name=\"movie\" value=\"http:\/\/www.youtube.com\/v\/ydrcYmtgDAE?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\/ydrcYmtgDAE?version=3\u0026feature=player_detailpage\" type=\"application\/x-shockwave-flash\" allowfullscreen=\"true\" allowScriptAccess=\"always\" width=\"400\" height=\"400\"\u003E\u003C\/object\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=salmon\u003EEach person who enters our life has a unique lesson to teach us.\u003Cbr \/\u003EAnd it is only through these lessons that we learn about life, \u003Cbr \/\u003Epeople, relationships and God. \u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=aqua\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EWhen someone lies to you, it teaches you that things are not\u003Cbr \/\u003Ealways as they seem. 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. Don't miss an opportunity to nudge the world's \u003Cbr \/\u003Escale in the right direction.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/dl.ziza.ru\/other\/012009\/21\/bonus\/makro\/006.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge mediumturquoise\"height=\"680\"width=\"550\"\u003E"},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/feeds\/8898790134643282834\/comments\/default","title":"Post Comments"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2011\/11\/lessons-of-love-and-life-by-roy-nwaisser.html#comment-form","title":"0 Comments"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/8898790134643282834"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/8898790134643282834"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2011\/11\/lessons-of-love-and-life-by-roy-nwaisser.html","title":"Lessons of love and life by  Roy Nwaisser"}],"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$media":"http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/","url":"http:\/\/2.bp.blogspot.com\/_CWw5NMM8rhU\/TJ_pILTUUtI\/AAAAAAAAD_M\/92RezJMpK94\/s72-c\/Yellow+Roses%3Dvolegov.jpg","height":"72","width":"72"},"thr$total":{"$t":"0"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4739814251441728812.post-4464195955900690134"},"published":{"$t":"2011-11-13T08:33:00.000-08:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2012-11-04T22:58:55.364-08:00"},"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":"Khalil Gibran quotes and poems"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Life poems and 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"}],"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 \/\u003E"},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/feeds\/4464195955900690134\/comments\/default","title":"Post Comments"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2011\/11\/on-good-and-evil-inspiring-poem-by.html#comment-form","title":"0 Comments"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/4464195955900690134"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/4464195955900690134"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2011\/11\/on-good-and-evil-inspiring-poem-by.html","title":"On good and evil :inspiring poem by Khalil Gibran\/inspiring quotes about Human potential by Henry Miller,Goodness and evil by Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn"}],"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:\/\/2.bp.blogspot.com\/_qbib2XJxB80\/TSRH4Q65ebI\/AAAAAAAAAPk\/4BRp9RsowV8\/s72-c\/4d3328e413b7.jpg","height":"72","width":"72"},"thr$total":{"$t":"0"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4739814251441728812.post-2936490896488536217"},"published":{"$t":"2011-11-05T06:04:00.000-07:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2012-11-04T22:59:00.899-08:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"English poems"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational and motivational poems"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational music"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational pictures"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Painting and fine art"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Spirituality poems and quotes"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"To Bless the Space Between Us By John O'Donohue\/For light by John O'Odonohue"},"content":{"type":"html","$t":"  \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003E\u003Cfont color=aqua\u003EMusic:\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=white\u003EJOHN SOKOLOFF - Kroshka Walz\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cp\u003E \u003Ciframe width=\"550\" height=\"380\" src=\"http:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/rKY8X6qDWb8?feature=player_detailpage\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen\u003E\u003C\/iframe\u003E \u003Cfont color=red\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003ETo Bless the Space Between Us By John O'Donohue\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/files.myopera.com\/Rahmatlive\/albums\/5834862\/better-in-black-specials_large.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge black\"height=\"670\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E  \u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=orange\u003EThere is a quiet light that shines in every heart. It draws no\u003Cbr \/\u003Eattention to itself, though it is always secretly there.\u003Cbr \/\u003EIt is what illuminates our minds to see beauty, our desire \u003Cbr \/\u003Eto seek possibility, and our hearts to love life. Without this\u003Cbr \/\u003Esubtle quickening our days would be empty and wearisome, and\u003Cbr \/\u003Eno horizon would ever awaken our longing. Our passion for life\u003Cbr \/\u003Eis quietly sustained from somewhere in us that is welded to\u003Cbr \/\u003Ethe energy and excitement of life. This shy inner light is what\u003Cbr \/\u003Eenables us to recognize and receive our very presence here \u003Cbr \/\u003Eas blessing. We enter the world as strangers who all at once \u003Cbr \/\u003Ebecome heirs to a harvest of memory, spirit, and dream that has \u003Cbr \/\u003Elong preceded us and will now enfold, nourish, and sustain us.\u003Cbr \/\u003EThe gift of the world is our first blessing.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EThe opening paragraph of the book\u003Cbr \/\u003E\"To Bless the Space Between Us: \u003Cbr \/\u003EA Book of Blessings\" \u003Cbr \/\u003EJohn O'Donohue\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/i790.photobucket.com\/albums\/yy182\/stumblinpast\/divders\/8926949a.gif?t=1301501819'width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/fc05.deviantart.net\/fs70\/i\/2009\/344\/5\/c\/Memento_Mori_by_Nathalie_Bennet.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge ivory\"height=\"680\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EMay you\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=white\u003EBy John O'Donohue\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=blanchedalmond\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EMay you listen to your longing to be free.\u003Cbr \/\u003EMay the frames of your belonging be large enough \u003Cbr \/\u003Efor the dreams of your soul.\u003Cbr \/\u003EMay you arise each day with a voice of blessing whispering\u003Cbr \/\u003Ein your heart ...something good is going to happen to you.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/i790.photobucket.com\/albums\/yy182\/stumblinpast\/divders\/ff5f9e69.jpg?t=1300722519'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=lemonchiffon\u003EMay you find harmony between your soul and your life.\u003Cbr \/\u003EMay the mansion of your soul never become a haunted place.\u003Cbr \/\u003EMay you know the eternal longing that lies at the heart of time.\u003Cbr \/\u003EMay there be kindness in your gaze when you look within.\u003Cbr \/\u003EMay you never place walls between the light and yourself.\u003Cbr \/\u003EMay you be set free from the prisons of guilt, fear, \u003Cbr \/\u003Edisappointment and despair.\u003Cbr \/\u003EMay you allow the wild beauty of the invisible world\u003Cbr \/\u003Eto gather you, mind you, and embrace you in belonging.    \u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/i790.photobucket.com\/albums\/yy182\/stumblinpast\/divders\/8926949a.gif?t=1301501819'width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/pertsayo.pp.fi\/kuvat\/new-3\/06-golden_evening.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge orange\"height=\"680\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EFor Light\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=white\u003EBy John O'Donohue\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=pink\u003ELight cannot see inside things.\u003Cbr \/\u003EThat is what the dark is for:\u003Cbr \/\u003EMinding the interior,\u003Cbr \/\u003ENurturing the draw of growth\u003Cbr \/\u003EThrough places where death\u003Cbr \/\u003EIn its own way turns into life.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/i790.photobucket.com\/albums\/yy182\/stumblinpast\/divders\/709401fa.gif?t=1301148218'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=springgreen\u003EIn the glare of neon times,\u003Cbr \/\u003ELet our eyes not be worn\u003Cbr \/\u003EBy surfaces that shine\u003Cbr \/\u003EWith hunger made attractive.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EThat our thoughts may be true light,\u003Cbr \/\u003EFinding their way into words\u003Cbr \/\u003EWhich have the weight of shadow\u003Cbr \/\u003ETo hold the layers of truth.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/i790.photobucket.com\/albums\/yy182\/stumblinpast\/divders\/709401fa.gif?t=1301148218'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=pink\u003EThat we never place our trust\u003Cbr \/\u003EIn minds claimed by empty light,\u003Cbr \/\u003EWhere one-sided certainties\u003Cbr \/\u003EAre driven by false desire.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=pink\u003EWhen we look into the heart,\u003Cbr \/\u003EMay our eyes have the kindness\u003Cbr \/\u003EAnd reverence of candlelight.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/i790.photobucket.com\/albums\/yy182\/stumblinpast\/divders\/709401fa.gif?t=1301148218'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=springgreen\u003EThat the searching of our minds\u003Cbr \/\u003EBe equal to the oblique\u003Cbr \/\u003ECrevices and corners where\u003Cbr \/\u003EThe mystery continues to dwell,\u003Cbr \/\u003EGlimmering in fugitive light.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EWhen we are confined inside\u003Cbr \/\u003EThe dark house of suffering\u003Cbr \/\u003EThat moonlight might find a window.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/i790.photobucket.com\/albums\/yy182\/stumblinpast\/divders\/709401fa.gif?t=1301148218'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=pink\u003EWhen we become false and lost\u003Cbr \/\u003EThat the severe noon-light\u003Cbr \/\u003EWould cast our shadow clear.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=pink\u003EWhen we love, that 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Aranjuez\u003Cbr \/\u003EJoaquín Rodrigo \u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cobject style=\"height: 390px; width: 640px\"\u003E\u003Cparam name=\"movie\" value=\"http:\/\/www.youtube.com\/v\/BHTIHvhn6bc?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\/BHTIHvhn6bc?version=3\u0026feature=player_detailpage\" type=\"application\/x-shockwave-flash\" allowfullscreen=\"true\" allowScriptAccess=\"always\" width=\"550\" height=\"360\"\u003E\u003C\/object\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=aqua\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\"Who would himself with shadows entertain,\u003Cbr \/\u003EOr gild his life with lights that shine in vain,\u003Cbr \/\u003EOr nurse false hopes that do but cheat the true?--\u003Cbr \/\u003EThough with my dream my heaven should be resigned--\u003Cbr \/\u003EThough the free-pinioned soul that once could dwell\u003Cbr \/\u003EIn the large empire of the possible,\u003Cbr \/\u003EThis workday life with iron chains may bind,\u003Cbr \/\u003EYet thus the mastery o'er ourselves we find,\u003Cbr \/\u003EAnd solemn duty to our acts decreed,\u003Cbr \/\u003EMeets us thus tutored in the hour of need,\u003Cbr \/\u003EWith a more sober and submissive mind!\u003Cbr \/\u003EHow front necessity--yet bid thy youth\u003Cbr \/\u003EShun the mild rule of life's calm sovereign, truth.\"\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img1.liveinternet.ru\/images\/attach\/c\/1\/\/49\/962\/49962722_24206512_3a39500b9acc.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=pink\u003ESo speakest thou, friend, how stronger far than I;\u003Cbr \/\u003EAs from experience--that sure port serene--\u003Cbr \/\u003EThou lookest;--and straight, a coldness wraps the sky,\u003Cbr \/\u003EThe summer glory withers from the scene,\u003Cbr \/\u003EScared by the solemn spell; behold them fly,\u003Cbr \/\u003EThe godlike images that seemed so fair!\u003Cbr \/\u003ESilent the playful Muse--the rosy hours\u003Cbr \/\u003EHalt in their dance; and the May-breathing flowers\u003Cbr \/\u003EFall from the sister-graces' waving hair.\u003Cbr \/\u003ESweet-mouthed Apollo breaks his golden lyre,\u003Cbr \/\u003EHermes, the wand with many a marvel rife;--\u003Cbr \/\u003EThe veil, rose-woven, by the young desire\u003Cbr \/\u003EWith dreams, drops from the hueless cheeks of life.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img1.liveinternet.ru\/images\/attach\/c\/1\/\/49\/962\/49962722_24206512_3a39500b9acc.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=orange\u003EThe world seems what it is--a grave! and love\u003Cbr \/\u003ECasts down the bondage wound his eyes above,\u003Cbr \/\u003EAnd sees!--He sees but images of clay\u003Cbr \/\u003EWhere he dreamed gods; and sighs--and glides away.\u003Cbr \/\u003EThe youngness of the beautiful grows old,\u003Cbr \/\u003EAnd on thy lips the bride's sweet kiss seems cold;\u003Cbr \/\u003EAnd in the crowd of joys--upon thy throne\u003Cbr \/\u003EThou sittest in state, and hardenest into stone.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img-fotki.yandex.ru\/get\/3418\/nxsysha.31\/0_2df06_77d8f05_L.jpg'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EThe Words Of Belief\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=white\u003EFriedrich von Schiller\u003Cbr \/\u003EThe original version in German\u003Cbr \/\u003E(Die Worte des Glaubens)\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img-fotki.yandex.ru\/get\/3905\/jasmin-r.18\/0_2edf2_6522ef5f_XL.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge steelblue\"height=\"690\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=springgreen\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EThree words will I name thee--around and about,\u003Cbr \/\u003EFrom the lip to the lip, full of meaning, they flee;\u003Cbr \/\u003EBut they had not their birth in the being without,\u003Cbr \/\u003EAnd the heart, not the lip, must their oracle be!\u003Cbr \/\u003EAnd all worth in the man shall forever be o'er\u003Cbr \/\u003EWhen in those three words he believes no more.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/rapidechange.com\/fichiers\/url\/70474\/qvxvu\/4vthcdye.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=lightblue\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EMan is made free!--Man by birthright is free,\u003Cbr \/\u003EThough the tyrant may deem him but born for his tool.\u003Cbr \/\u003EWhatever the shout of the rabble may be--\u003Cbr \/\u003EWhatever the ranting misuse of the fool--\u003Cbr \/\u003EStill fear not the slave, when he breaks from his chain,\u003Cbr \/\u003EFor the man made a freeman grows safe in his gain.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/rapidechange.com\/fichiers\/url\/70474\/qvxvu\/4vthcdye.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=pink\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EAnd virtue is more than a shade or a sound,\u003Cbr \/\u003EAnd man may her voice, in this being, obey;\u003Cbr \/\u003EAnd though ever he slip on the stony ground,\u003Cbr \/\u003EYet ever again to the godlike way,\u003Cbr \/\u003ETo the science of good though the wise may be blind,\u003Cbr \/\u003EYet the practice is plain to the childlike mind.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/rapidechange.com\/fichiers\/url\/70474\/qvxvu\/4vthcdye.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=hotpink\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EAnd a God there is!--over space, over time,\u003Cbr \/\u003EWhile the human will rocks, like a reed, to and fro,\u003Cbr \/\u003ELives the will of the holy--a purpose sublime,\u003Cbr \/\u003EA thought woven over creation below;\u003Cbr \/\u003EChanging and shifting the all we inherit,\u003Cbr \/\u003EBut changeless through all one immutable spirit\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/rapidechange.com\/fichiers\/url\/70474\/qvxvu\/4vthcdye.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=ivory\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EHold fast the three words of belief--though about\u003Cbr \/\u003EFrom the lip to the lip, full of meaning, they flee;\u003Cbr \/\u003EYet they take not their birth from the being without--\u003Cbr \/\u003EBut a voice from within must their oracle be;\u003Cbr \/\u003EAnd never all worth in the man can be o'er,\u003Cbr \/\u003ETill in those three words he believes no more.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/img-fotki.yandex.ru\/get\/3418\/nxsysha.31\/0_2df06_77d8f05_L.jpg'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/blogimages.bloggen.be\/fantasy_world\/586227-a17d411a46cd12f79c38f417ab3f6f20.jpg'g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge yellowgreen\"height=\"680\"width=\"550\"\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003E\u003Cfont color=springgreen\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EThough nothing can bring back the hour of splendor in the grass,\u003Cbr \/\u003Eof glory in the flower; We will grieve not, rather find strength\u003Cbr \/\u003Ein what remains behind; In the primal sympathy which having\u003Cbr \/\u003Ebeen must ever be; In the soothing thoughts that spring\u003Cbr \/\u003Eout of human suffering; In the faith that looks through death,\u003Cbr \/\u003Ein years that bring the philosophic mind.\t\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EWilliam Wordsworth\t\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E"},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/feeds\/5630197352555996516\/comments\/default","title":"Post Comments"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2011\/10\/inspirational-poems-about-life-and.html#comment-form","title":"0 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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-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. I know that every \u003Cbr \/\u003Eliving thing is a part of God and I feel a love deep within for\u003Cbr \/\u003Eevery person, animal, tree and flower, every bird, insect,\u003Cbr \/\u003Eriver and ocean and for all the creatures in all the world.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/thumbs.myopera.com\/sz\/colx\/princess234\/albums\/6762192\/2966556983_1_7_z206xRCJ.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=yellowgreen\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EI live my life in loving service, being the best me I can,\u003Cbr \/\u003Ebecoming wiser in the perfection of Divine truth, becoming\u003Cbr \/\u003Ehappier in the joy of unconditional  love.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src=\"http:\/\/media.meta.ua\/files\/pic\/0\/12\/219\/oW65ZHHNxE.jpg\" g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge orange\"height=\"660\"width=\"550\" \/\u003E\u003C\/center\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E"},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/feeds\/5849473647063831426\/comments\/default","title":"Post Comments"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2011\/10\/unconditional-love-by-sandy-stevenson.html#comment-form","title":"0 Comments"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/5849473647063831426"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4739814251441728812\/posts\/default\/5849473647063831426"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2011\/10\/unconditional-love-by-sandy-stevenson.html","title":"Unconditional Love by  Sandy Stevenson"}],"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":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4739814251441728812.post-6351352958690016065"},"published":{"$t":"2011-09-12T05:51:00.000-07:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2012-11-04T23:02:38.703-08:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational music"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Inspirational quotes"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Nature poems and quotes"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"Wilderness and nature quote"},"content":{"type":"html","$t":"\u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=\"4\"\u003E\u003Cfont color=\"red\"\u003EInspirational relaxing music\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=\"aqua\"\u003EMusic Title : Flowers In a Riot of Color \u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=\"pink\"\u003EChinese Bamboo Flute music\u003C\/font\u003E\u003C\/font\u003E\u003C\/font\u003E\u003C\/font\u003E\u003C\/b\u003E\u003C\/center\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cobject style=\"height: 390px; width: 640px\"\u003E\u003Cparam name=\"movie\" value=\"http:\/\/www.youtube.com\/v\/-Rsqzb2MsN8?version=3\"\u003E\u003Cparam name=\"allowFullScreen\" value=\"true\"\u003E\u003Cparam name=\"allowScriptAccess\" value=\"always\"\u003E\u003Cembed src=\"http:\/\/www.youtube.com\/v\/-Rsqzb2MsN8?version=3\" type=\"application\/x-shockwave-flash\" allowfullscreen=\"true\" allowScriptAccess=\"always\" width=\"550\" height=\"400\"\u003E\u003C\/object\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src=\"http:\/\/jannikeviveka.files.wordpress.com\/2010\/10\/shlomi-nissim-02.jpg?w=800\u0026h=559\" g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge crimson\" height=\"650\"width=\"550\"\/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003E\u003Cfont color=lime\u003EIn mythos and fairy tales, deities and other great spirits test\u003Cbr \/\u003Ethe hearts of humans by showing up in various forms that disguise\u003Cbr \/\u003Etheir divinity. They show up in robes, rags, silver sashes, or \u003Cbr \/\u003Ewith muddy feet. They show up with skin dark as old wood, or in\u003Cbr \/\u003Escales made of rose petal, as a frail child, as a lime-yellow \u003Cbr \/\u003Eold woman, as a manwho cannot speak, or as an animal who can.\u003Cbr \/\u003EThe great powers are testing to see if humans have yet learned\u003Cbr \/\u003Eto recognize the greatness of soul in all its varying forms.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=\"red\"\u003EClarissa Pinkola Estes (Women Who Run with the Wolves)\u003C\/font\u003E\u003C\/font\u003E\u003C\/font\u003E\u003C\/b\u003E\u003C\/center\u003E\u003C\/center\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src=\"http:\/\/www.xa-xa.org\/uploads\/posts\/2009-09\/1254112012_4abc86a557ddc.jpg\" g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge darkseagreen\" \/\u003E\u003C\/center\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=\"4\"\u003E\u003Cfont color=\"aquamarine\"\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003ETo be commanded to love God at all, let alone in\u003Cbr \/\u003Ethe wilderness, is likebeing commanded to be well \u003Cbr \/\u003Ewhen we are sick, to sing for joy when we are dying\u003Cbr \/\u003Eof thirst, to run when our legs are broken. \u003Cbr \/\u003EBut this is the first and great commandment nonetheless.\u003Cbr \/\u003EEven in the wilderness - especially in the wilderness -\u003Cbr \/\u003Eyou shall love him.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=\"red\"\u003EFrederick Buechner\u003C\/font\u003E\u003C\/font\u003E\u003C\/font\u003E\u003C\/b\u003E\u003C\/center\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src=\"http:\/\/variemai.gr\/data\/397\/185.jpg\" g=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge ivory\" \/\u003E\u003C\/center\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=\"4\"\u003E\u003Cfont color=\"chocolate\"\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EWe need the tonic of wildness...At the same time that\u003Cbr \/\u003Ewe are earnest to explore and learn all things, we \u003Cbr \/\u003Erequire that all things be mysterious and unexplorable, \u003Cbr \/\u003Ethat land and sea be indefinitely wild, unsurveyed and \u003Cbr \/\u003Eunfathomed by us because unfathomable.\u003Cbr \/\u003EWe can never have enough of nature.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=\"red\"\u003EHenry David Thoreau\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\/6351352958690016065\/comments\/default","title":"Post Comments"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/tempepoetry.blogspot.com\/2011\/09\/wilderness-and-nature-quote.html#comment-form","title":"0 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things you never knew you never knew\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=\"powderblue\"\u003EHave you ever heard the wolf cry to the blue corn moon\u003Cbr \/\u003EOr asked the grinning bobcat why he grinned?\u003Cbr \/\u003ECan you sing with all the voices of the mountains?\u003Cbr \/\u003ECan you paint with all the colors of the wind?\u003Cbr \/\u003ECan you paint with all the colors of the wind?\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=\"aqua\"\u003ECome run the hidden pine trails of the forest\u003Cbr \/\u003ECome taste the sunsweet berries of the Earth\u003Cbr \/\u003ECome roll in all the riches all around you\u003Cbr \/\u003EAnd for once, never wonder what they're worth\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=\"powerblue\"\u003EThe rainstorm and the river are my brothers\u003Cbr \/\u003EThe heron and the otter are my friends\u003Cbr \/\u003EAnd we are all connected to each other\u003Cbr \/\u003EIn a circle, in a hoop that never ends\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=\"aqua\"\u003EHow high does the sycamore grow?\u003Cbr \/\u003EIf you cut it down, then you'll never know\u003Cbr \/\u003EAnd you'll never hear the wolf cry to the blue corn moon\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=\"powderblue\"\u003EFor whether we are white or copper skinned\u003Cbr \/\u003EWe need to sing with all the voices of the mountains\u003Cbr \/\u003EWe need to paint with all the colors of the wind\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=\"aqua\"\u003EYou can own the Earth and still\u003Cbr \/\u003EAll you'll own is Earth until\u003Cbr \/\u003EYou can paint with all the colors of the 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size=4\u003E\u003Cfont color=aqua\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EMusic:Giovanni Marradi-\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=springgreen\u003EAdagio In D Minor\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cobject width=\"640\" height=\"390\"\u003E\u003Cparam name=\"movie\" value=\"http:\/\/www.youtube.com\/v\/c89s4_TwDxI\u0026hl=en_US\u0026feature=player_embedded\u0026version=3\"\u003E\u003C\/param\u003E\u003Cparam name=\"allowFullScreen\" value=\"true\"\u003E\u003C\/param\u003E\u003Cparam name=\"allowScriptAccess\" value=\"always\"\u003E\u003C\/param\u003E\u003Cembed src=\"http:\/\/www.youtube.com\/v\/c89s4_TwDxI\u0026hl=en_US\u0026feature=player_embedded\u0026version=3\" type=\"application\/x-shockwave-flash\" allowfullscreen=\"true\" allowScriptAccess=\"always\" width=\"550\" height=\"400\"\u003E\u003C\/embed\u003E\u003C\/object\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src=\"http:\/\/www.spoki.lv\/upload\/articles\/29\/295192\/images\/_origin_Daba-16.jpg\" 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fall\u003Cbr \/\u003Eand hiss its foaming feathers at my feet.\u003Cbr \/\u003EI cannot see its essence, only the form\u003Cbr \/\u003EAnd memory of other waves.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src=\"http:\/\/i855.photobucket.com\/albums\/ab117\/mcgiever69\/Flowers\/RoseDivider.gif\" \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=\"springgreen\"\u003EIt is important that I stand here,\u003Cbr \/\u003Efacing the simple line where sky and sea\u003Cbr \/\u003Emerge in infinity; stand here\u003Cbr \/\u003Ein this domain where sea melts into land;\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=\"aqua\"\u003Estand at this margin, unchanged since\u003Cbr \/\u003Eour living world condensed\u003Cbr \/\u003Eout of the crucible of energy\u003Cbr \/\u003Ethat is the breath of Spirit.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src=\"http:\/\/i855.photobucket.com\/albums\/ab117\/mcgiever69\/Flowers\/RoseDivider.gif\" \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=\"springgreen\"\u003EStand with my back towards\u003Cbr \/\u003Ethose children darting from pool to pool\u003Cbr \/\u003Etouching with round red hands\u003Cbr \/\u003Ethe coldness of the endless sea\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=\"aqua\"\u003ETurning my back upon that seaside town\u003Cbr \/\u003EIts hollow walls, wasp nest with sharper lines,\u003Cbr \/\u003Egiving a fair pretence of permanence\u003Cbr \/\u003Ebut stained with salt-rust, and its footings cracked.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src=\"http:\/\/i855.photobucket.com\/albums\/ab117\/mcgiever69\/Flowers\/RoseDivider.gif\" \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=\"springgreen\"\u003EI am compelled to stand here watching\u003Cbr \/\u003Etrying to learn, remember, trying to sense.\u003Cbr \/\u003EFor we shall pass, the sea\u003Cbr \/\u003Eshall stay. And hidden in the shorebreak\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=\"aqua\"\u003EThere is a revelation surer than any teaching,\u003Cbr \/\u003Eif only we could hear. 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To love is active voice.\u003Cbr \/\u003EWhen I love I do something, I function, I give. I do not love\u003Cbr \/\u003Ein order that I may be loved back again, but for the creative\u003Cbr \/\u003Ejoy of loving. And every time I do so love I am freed, at least\u003Cbr \/\u003Ea little, by the outgoing of love, from enslavement to that most\u003Cbr \/\u003Eintolerable of master, myself....\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=\"red\"\u003EBernard Iddings Bell.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/ancoco.a.n.pic.centerblog.net\/15evgp6r.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src=\"http:\/\/viruss.35photo.ru\/photos\/20100720\/161054.jpg\" mg=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge yellow\"height=\"600\"width=\"550\" \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=\"lime\"\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=\"4\"\u003EWhat does open us is sharing our vulnerabilities. Sometimes we\u003Cbr \/\u003Esee a couple who has done this difficult work over a lifetime.\u003Cbr \/\u003EIn the process, they have grown old together. We can sense the\u003Cbr \/\u003Eenormous comfort, the shared quality of ease between these people.\u003Cbr \/\u003EIt is beautiful, and very rare. Without this quality of openness\u003Cbr \/\u003Eand vulnerability, partners don't really know each other; they are\u003Cbr \/\u003Eone image living with another image....\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=\"red\"\u003ECharlotte Joko Beck.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/ancoco.a.n.pic.centerblog.net\/15evgp6r.gif'\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src=\"http:\/\/ih3.redbubble.net\/work.6115751.1.flat,800x800,070,f.jpg\" mg=\"\" style=\"border:6px ridge silver \" height=\"600\"width=\"550\"\/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont size=\"4\"\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont color=\"aquamarine\"\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EDo not think that love, in order to be genuine, has to be\u003Cbr \/\u003Eextraordinary. What we need is to love without getting tired. \u003Cbr \/\u003EHow does a lamp burn,if it is not by the continuous feeding \u003Cbr \/\u003Eof little drops of oil?\u003Cbr \/\u003EWhen there is no oil, there is no light and the bridegroom \u003Cbr \/\u003Ewill say: \"I do not know you\". \u003Cbr \/\u003EDear friends, what are our drops of oil in our lamps? \u003Cbr \/\u003EThey are the small things from every day life: the joy, \u003Cbr \/\u003Ethe generosity,the little good things,the humility and \u003Cbr \/\u003Ethe patience.A simple thought for someone else. 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motivational 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":"DON'T CALL ME FOREIGNER By rafael Amor"},"content":{"type":"html","$t":"\u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cimg src='http:\/\/jossphoto.com\/content\/Photo\/144_candle_and_loneliness.jpg'height=\"600\"width=\"550\"\u003Cbr \/\u003E \u003Cbr \/\u003E \u003C\u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cfont size=4\u003E\u003Cfont color=red\u003EDON'T CALL ME FOREIGNER\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont color=white\u003ELyrics and music\u003Cbr \/\u003EBy Rafael amor\u003Cbr \/\u003EThe original vesion in Spanish\u003Cbr \/\u003E(NO ME LLAMES EXTRANJERO)\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cobject style=\"height: 390px; width: 640px\"\u003E\u003Cparam name=\"movie\" value=\"http:\/\/www.youtube.com\/v\/OMe_yxJXq3c?version=3\"\u003E\u003Cparam name=\"allowFullScreen\" value=\"true\"\u003E\u003Cparam 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\/\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 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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\" 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