"It's my nature to make up stories, to interpret everything I perceive. Without awareness, I give my personal power to the story, and the story writes itself. With awareness, I recover the control of my story. I see that I am the author, and if I don't like my story, I change it."
- Don Miguel Ruiz
Monday, April 25, 2011
Monday, April 18, 2011
If you can't go to sleep
my dear soul
for tonight
what do you think will happen?
if you pass your night
and merge it with dawn
for the sake of heart
what do you think will happen?
if the entire world
is covered with the blossoms
you have labored to plant
what do you think will happen?
if the elixir of life
that has been hidden in the dark
fills the desert and towns
what do you think will happen?
if because of
your generosity and love
a few humans find their lives
what do you think will happen?
if you pour an entire jar
filled with joyous wine
on the head of those already drunk
what do you think will happen?
go my friend
bestow your love
even on your enemies
if you touch their hearts
what do you think will happen?
- Rumi
for tonight
what do you think will happen?
if you pass your night
and merge it with dawn
for the sake of heart
what do you think will happen?
if the entire world
is covered with the blossoms
you have labored to plant
what do you think will happen?
if the elixir of life
that has been hidden in the dark
fills the desert and towns
what do you think will happen?
if because of
your generosity and love
a few humans find their lives
what do you think will happen?
if you pour an entire jar
filled with joyous wine
on the head of those already drunk
what do you think will happen?
go my friend
bestow your love
even on your enemies
if you touch their hearts
what do you think will happen?
- Rumi
Thursday, April 14, 2011
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
I’m coming home
I’m coming home,
Tell the World I’m coming home.
Let the rain wash away all the pain of yesterday
I know my kingdom awaits and they’ve forgiven my mistakes.
I’m coming home, I’m coming home
Tell the World that I’m coming...
Tell the World I’m coming home.
Let the rain wash away all the pain of yesterday
I know my kingdom awaits and they’ve forgiven my mistakes.
I’m coming home, I’m coming home
Tell the World that I’m coming...
Friday, April 8, 2011
An old Celtic blessing
May the road rise up to meet you.
May the wind always be at your back.
May the sun shine warm upon your face,
and rains fall soft upon your fields.
And until we meet again,
May God hold you in the palm of His hand.
May the wind always be at your back.
May the sun shine warm upon your face,
and rains fall soft upon your fields.
And until we meet again,
May God hold you in the palm of His hand.
Celtic prayer
May God give you…
For every storm, a rainbow,
For every tear, a smile,
For every care, a promise,
And a blessing in each trial.
For every problem life sends,
A faithful friend to share,
For every sigh, a sweet song,
And an answer for each prayer.
For every storm, a rainbow,
For every tear, a smile,
For every care, a promise,
And a blessing in each trial.
For every problem life sends,
A faithful friend to share,
For every sigh, a sweet song,
And an answer for each prayer.
Monday, April 4, 2011
Are you still carying your parent's burdens...?
"Most parents, when they see children not terrorized by the things that terrorize them, they work very hard until they've finally got you terrorized. They teach you those irrational fears. Well-meaning, but they do just the same."
- Abraham-Hicks
- Abraham-Hicks
Pendant que tu attends le cataclysme
moi, je souris aux fleurs
pendant que tu attends le cataclysme,
moi, je laisse le vent caresser mes cheveux
pendant que tu attends le cataclysme,
moi, je ferme les yeux et ecoute les oiseaux
pendant que tu attends le cataclysme,
moi, je jette des caillous dans l'eau
pendant que tu attends le cataclysme,
moi, je m'achette des dessous sexi
pendant que tu attends le cataclysme,
moi, je danse aux anges
pendant que tu attends le cataclysme,
moi, j'escris mes reves dans mon blog
pendant que tu attends le cataclysme,
moi, je t'aime....
pendant que tu attends le cataclysme,
moi, je laisse le vent caresser mes cheveux
pendant que tu attends le cataclysme,
moi, je ferme les yeux et ecoute les oiseaux
pendant que tu attends le cataclysme,
moi, je jette des caillous dans l'eau
pendant que tu attends le cataclysme,
moi, je m'achette des dessous sexi
pendant que tu attends le cataclysme,
moi, je danse aux anges
pendant que tu attends le cataclysme,
moi, j'escris mes reves dans mon blog
pendant que tu attends le cataclysme,
moi, je t'aime....
Saturday, April 2, 2011
When you thought I wasn’t looking
You hung my first painting on the refrigerator
And I wanted to paint another.
When you thought I wasn’t looking
You fed a stray cat
And I thought it was good to be kind to animals.
When you thought I wasn’t looking
You baked a birthday cake just for me
And I knew that little things were special things.
When you thought I wasn’t looking
You said a prayer
And I believed there was a God that I could always talk to.
When you thought I wasn’t looking
You kissed me good-night
And I felt loved.
When you thought I wasn’t looking
I saw tears come from your eyes
And I learned that sometimes things hurt—
But that it’s alright to cry.
When you thought I wasn’t looking
You smiled
And it made me want to look that pretty too.
When you thought I wasn’t looking
You cared
And I wanted to be everything I could be.
When you thought I wasn’t looking—
I looked . . .
And wanted to say thanks
For all those things you did
When you thought I wasn’t looking.
- Mary Rita Schilke Korzan
And I wanted to paint another.
When you thought I wasn’t looking
You fed a stray cat
And I thought it was good to be kind to animals.
When you thought I wasn’t looking
You baked a birthday cake just for me
And I knew that little things were special things.
When you thought I wasn’t looking
You said a prayer
And I believed there was a God that I could always talk to.
When you thought I wasn’t looking
You kissed me good-night
And I felt loved.
When you thought I wasn’t looking
I saw tears come from your eyes
And I learned that sometimes things hurt—
But that it’s alright to cry.
When you thought I wasn’t looking
You smiled
And it made me want to look that pretty too.
When you thought I wasn’t looking
You cared
And I wanted to be everything I could be.
When you thought I wasn’t looking—
I looked . . .
And wanted to say thanks
For all those things you did
When you thought I wasn’t looking.
- Mary Rita Schilke Korzan
Friday, April 1, 2011
Par toi meme
"Beaucoup joue un role dans la vie, en se cachant derriere un personnage, a travers la mise en scène d un spectacle, portant comme titre la société.
Lache prise de l apparence exterieur, médite en toi même, trouve la verité de ton jeu et deviens JE par toi meme."
Maechler Thierry
Lache prise de l apparence exterieur, médite en toi même, trouve la verité de ton jeu et deviens JE par toi meme."
Maechler Thierry
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