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The Path: March 2007
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A stroll down the path of life. Friday, March 30, 2007. Hymn to the Night. I HEARD the trailing garments of the NightSweep through her marble halls! I saw her sable skirts all fringed with light From the celestial walls! I felt her presence, by its spell of might, Stoop o'er me from above;. The calm, majestic presence of the Night, As of the one I love. I heard the sounds of sorrow and delight, The manifold, soft chimes,. That fill the haunted chambers of the Night, Like some old poet's rhymes. Through h...
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The Path: July 2007
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A stroll down the path of life. Monday, July 09, 2007. Moonlight on your face. And I see its glow. Perhaps you could sprinkle. Shreds of flames to me. Calms a lament heart. I see contentment in your smile. Carefree in your journeys. Every journey of yours. Shapes a meaning Humbleness. Core light of your soul. I wish I could learn. And you wait for no success. It’s granted to you. Freedom floats within you. Moon floats in the sky. Yet there is another side to the moon. A face of youIs frighten to appear.
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The Path: Magdalena
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A stroll down the path of life. Sunday, May 11, 2008. Echoing down through the corridors of time,. Upon the lap I hear the sweet songs and rhymes,. Hands gathered in the stroll to the glorious bed,. Her passions emerge upon sight of her stead. They wave and shimmer in the whispering breeze,. She nurtures the colors and fragrance of tease. Gathering their seeds as the blooms slowly fade. She dreams of spring when rebirth is gently made. One hundred one seasons had drifted away,. Sapna Anu B.George. But ne...
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The Path: September 2007
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A stroll down the path of life. Friday, September 21, 2007. The Chariots Go Forth to War. The Chariots Go Forth to War. The chariots go forth to war,. Rumbling, roaring as they go;. The horses neigh and whinny loud,. Tugging at the bit. The dust swirls up in great dense clouds,. And hides the Han Yang bridge. In serried ranks the archers march,. A bow and quiver at each waist;. Fathers, mothers, children, wives. All crowd around to say farewell. Pulling at clothes and stamping feet,. Like chickens and do...
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The Path: December 2008
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A stroll down the path of life. Saturday, December 13, 2008. It's in the snowflake skies of children's wishes. It's in the music of children's laughter. It's in the breathlessness of children's anticipation. It's in the faith of children's embraces. The magic of Christmas is here. In the childlike wonder of us all. Ebony eve, silvered streets. Lavender mist and icicle tears. Visions of velvet, crimson and jade. Golden glints in topaz thoughts. Color it Christmas. Give it with love. Come Home For Christmas.
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The Path: May 2008
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A stroll down the path of life. Wednesday, May 14, 2008. The messengers–Buddha, Jesus, and others, not all of them known–were humanity’s early flowers. They were precursors, rare and precious beings. To sin means to miss the point of human existence. It means to life unskillfully, blindly, and thus to suffer and cause suffering. By the end of the century, the number of people who died a violent death at the hand of their fellow humans would rise to more than one hundred million. Responding to a radical c...
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The Path: Time
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A stroll down the path of life. Sunday, February 17, 2008. Time and eternity are both in your mind,. And will conflict until you perceive time. Solely as a means to regain eternity. Now is the closest approximation of eternity. That this world offers. It is the reality of “now”,. Without past or future,. That the beginning of the appreciation. For only “now” is here. Look lovingly upon the present,. For it holds the only things that are forever true. All healing lies within it. And they are one. A Course...
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The Path: February 2007
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A stroll down the path of life. Friday, February 16, 2007. The beauty of facing life unprepared is tremendous. Then life has a newness, a youth; then life has a flow. And freshness. Then life has so many surprises. And when life has so many surprises. Boredom never settles in you.". Remember one thing: meditation means awareness. Whatsoever you do with awareness is meditation. Action is not the question, but the quality that you bring to your action. Walking can be a meditation if you walk alertly. Watch...
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The Path: Merry Christmas
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A stroll down the path of life. Saturday, December 13, 2008. It's in the snowflake skies of children's wishes. It's in the music of children's laughter. It's in the breathlessness of children's anticipation. It's in the faith of children's embraces. The magic of Christmas is here. In the childlike wonder of us all. Ebony eve, silvered streets. Lavender mist and icicle tears. Visions of velvet, crimson and jade. Golden glints in topaz thoughts. Color it Christmas. Give it with love. Come Home For Christmas.
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The Path: June 2007
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A stroll down the path of life. Thursday, June 07, 2007. Love doesn't make the world go round. Love is what makes the ride worthwhile. Franklin P. Jones. At the touch of love everyone becomes a poet. Love is an irresistible desire to be irresistibly desired. If you have it [Love], you don't need to have anything else, and if you don't have it, it doesn't matter much what else you have. Sir James M. Barrie. Love is the triumph of imagination over intelligence. Love is a friendship set to music.
