Wednesday, February 25, 2009

I will love again

Did I ever tell you how you live in me

Every waking moment,

even in my dreams

And if all this talk is crazy

And you don't know what I mean

Does it really matter,

just as long as I believe I will love again,

though my heart is breaking I will love again,

stronger than before I will love again,

even if it takes a lifetime to get over you,

heaven only knows I will love again

People never tell you how really true you feel

I would die for you gladly, if I knew what loss for me

So if all this talk sounds crazy

Or if the words don't come out right

Does it really matter, if it gets me through this night

I will love again...I will love again...I will love again...

And do you know I will love again

You can't stop me from loving again

Breathing again.. Feeling again.. I will love again.

xxxx

Lara

If....

If you can keep your head when all about you
are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;
If you can dream — and not make dreams your master;
If you can think — and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same.
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build'em up with worn-out tools;
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings,
And never breathe a word about your loss:
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the will which says to them: "Hold on!"
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings — nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much:
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And which is more;
you'll be a Man, my son!
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Rudyard Kipling

Friday, February 20, 2009

Picked from "The Alchemist"

She wasn't as important as his flock because she din't depend on him.

When each day is the same as the next, it's because people fail to recognise the good things that happen in their lives everyday that the sun rises.

There was nothing to hold nim back except himself.

Principle of Favouarbility - There's a force that wants you to realise your destiny; it whets your appetite with a taste of success.

The secrets of happiness is to see all the marvels of the world, and never to forget the drops of oil on the spoon.

Because this was the way god repaid those who believed in their dreams.

I am going to become bitter and distrustful of people becuase one person betrayed me. I'm going to hate those who have found their treasure because I never found mine.

I'm like everyone else- I see the world in terms of what I wouild like to see happen, not what actually does.

I'm afraid that if my dream is realised, I'll have no reason to go on living.

Not everyone can see his dreams come true in the same way.

"You must always know what it is that you want"

Because I don't know how to deal with changes

Every blessing ignored becomes a curse.

There was a language in the world that everyone understood, a language the boy had used throughout the time that he was trying to improve things at the shop. It was the language of enthusiasm, of things accomplished with love and purpose, and as part of a speech for something believed in and desired.

And there were dunes, rocks and plants that insisted on living where survival seemed impossible.

Somewhere you are holding the person I love. So, when I,look out over your sands, I am also looking at her. I want to return to her, and I need your help.

Somewhere in your sands there is a woman waiting for me.

Wednesday, February 18, 2009

youth for equality

one of the founder members of YFE was once asked about the reason of inception of this organization and this is what he had to say.....isnt this true? let's value merit alone.
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" I have taken up this cause because I am treated like a second grade citizen in my own country and the benefits of social welfare schemes are not for me simply because I am born to a mother who doesn't belong to a reserved category."

कबीर वाणी

नैनं अंतर आव तो नैन झांप तोहे लूं,
न मैं देखूं और को, न तोहे देखन दूं.
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मेरा मुझ में कुछ नहीं,
जो कुछ है सो तेरा ,
तेरा तुझको सौंप दे,
क्या लागे है मेरा.
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सोऊँ तो सपने मिलूँ,
जागूँ तो मन माहि,
लोचन राते सब घड़ी,
बिसरत कबहूँ नाहीं.
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साधू कहावत कठिन है,
लम्बा पेड़ खजूर,
चढ़े तो चाखे प्रेम रस,
गिरे तो चकना चूर.
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चाह गई चिंता मिटी, मनवा बेपरवाह,
जिनको कछु न चाहिए, वो ही शहंशाह.
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सबद सबद सब कोई कहे,
सबद के हाथ न पाँव,
एक सबद औषध करे,
एक सबद किर घाव.
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जब हम जग में पग धरयो ,
सब हँसे हम रोये,
कबीर अब ऐसी कर चलो,
पाछे हंसी न होए.
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जो कछु किया सो तुम किया,
मैं कछु किया नाहीं,
कहो कही जो मैं किया,
तुम ही थे मुझ माहीं.
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आठ पहर चौसंठ घडी,
मेरे और न कोय,
नैना माहीं तू बसे,
नींद को ठोर न होय.

Tuesday, February 17, 2009

abida parveen sings....

मैं हुस्न-ए-मुजस्सिम हूँ,
मैं गेसू-ए-बरहम हूँ,
मैं फूल हूँ शबनम हूँ,
मैं जलवा-ए-जनाना,
मैं वासिफ-ए-बिस्मिल हूँ,
मैं रौनक-ए-महफ़िल हूँ,
एक टूटा हुआ दिल हूँ,
मैं शहर में विराना...
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हज़रत वासिफ अली वासिफ....
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हुस्न-ए-मुजस्सिम - सबसे हसीन;
गेसू-ए-बरहम - बिखरे हुए बाल .
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जिस दिन के सजन बिछड़े हैं,
तिस दिन का दिल बीमार होया,
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इश्क क्या शय है,
किसी कामिल से पूछा चाहिए,
किस तरह जाता है दिल,
बे दिल से पूछा चाहिए
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हज़रत वारिस शाह
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कामिल- पढ़ा लिखा.
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तेरी सूरत से नहीं मिलती किसी की सूरत,
हम जहाँ में तेरी तस्वीर लिए फिरते हैं!
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तू मिला भी है, तू जुदा भी है, तेरा क्या कहना!
तू सनम भी है, तू खुदा भी है, तेरा क्या कहना!
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निगह-ए-नाज़ से पूछेंगे किसी दिन ये ज़हीन,
तूने क्या-क्या न बनाया, कोई क्या-क्या न बना...
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हज़रत ज़हीन शाह ताजी...
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जो मैं ऐसा जानती, प्रेम किये दुःख होए,
नगर ढिंढोरा पीटती, प्रेम न करियो कोई..
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नैना तुम्ही बुरी हो, तुम सा बुरा न कोय...
आप ही प्रीत की आग लगाये, आप ही बैठा रोये...
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नदी किनारे धुआँ उठे, मैं जानू कुछ होए,
जिस कारण मैं जोगन बनी,कहीं वो ही न जलता होए...
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हज़रात मिसरी शाह
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प्रीतम को पतियाँ लिखूं, जो कहीं होवे बिदेस,
तन में, मन में, नैन में, ता को कहाँ संदेस..
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हज़रत शाह अब्दुल लतीफ़ भिताई

love never....

love does not take into account a wrong suffered.
love believes all things.
love hopes all things.
love endures all things.
love never fails.
love is patient.
love is kind.
love does not act unbecomingly.
love is not provoked.

perfect you

Because you have always been beautiful.
You are never anything less than perfect.
You don't have to be like anyone else because you're already perfect.
We're all unique.
We're all different.
And, you too have something wonderful to share with the world.
I love you just the way you are.

Thursday, February 12, 2009

random again

Embodiment of gentleness, patience and love

As she took ahead her confident stride.

Don't give up on your dignity or identity.

True friends are the ones who never leave your heart , even if they leave your life for a while. Even after years apart you pick up with them right where you left off and even if they die they're never dead in your heart.

Sometimes a good feeling from inside is worth much more than a beautician.

Within every woman lies a queen , waiting to claim her glory. Unchain the queen in you.

The happiest people don't necessarily have the best of everything;they just make the best of everything they have.

We are what we repeatedly do.Excellence is therefore not an act but a habit.(Aristotle)

Wednesday, February 11, 2009

picked at random

I have a strange habit of picking words while i'm reading anything. I simply love to do it. Here is a collection of some such words which , to me, make great sense and are nine month pregnant with emotions.

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  • Pushing back my fear with a burst of hurt and anger I was the first one to admit that I was no beauty.
  • Feeling warmed and honoured, as always, by her attention.
  • Gave my hand a friendly little squeeze.
  • Books are my saviours from loneliness.
  • Naked, vulnerable, defenseless.
  • Their laughter boiled up scalding my whole body.
  • Words sound important and sacred like "Our Father".
  • Stopped breathing with amazement.
  • Sweeping us all by her hazel gaze.
  • Tall women are statusque which makes clothing hang beautifully on their frames.
  • Smiled fondly.
  • Walked regally.
  • Lot of thinking to do and decisions to make.
  • Kind words can be short and easy to speak but their echoes are truly endless- Mother Teresa.
  • If you try hard enough you can do anything.
  • She suffered on my behalf.
  • She din't want me to feel sorry for myself.
  • Mom was my rock.
  • If i needed to cry, she'd hold me.
  • She just gave her children infinite patience and love.
  • She had the heart to face anything.
  • And, she taught me, I could too.
  • Hardships make us the people we become.
  • Truly awful nights.
  • Some place to vent her intense pressure.
  • Sunny spirit and supportive friends.

little emissary of love

Everyone of us have something

we consider not okay;

to be a deformity.

We can consider ourselves deformed

or

we can see ourselves as special.

And that choice will determine

how we live our lives.

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It doesn't fit on my resume

but I want it on my tombstone.

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If I can stop one heart from breaking,

I shall not live in vain.

If I can ease one life the aching,

or cool one pain,

or help one fainting robin,

unto his nest again,

I shall not live in vain.

-Emilly Dickinson

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We can not do great things...

only small things with great love.

-Mother Teresa

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good one

मैं रोया परदेस में ,
भीगा माँ का प्यार,
दिल ने दिल से बात की,
बिन चिट्ठी बिन तार....
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सीधा सादा डाकिया,
जादू करे महान,
एक ही थैले में भरे,
आँसू और मुस्कान...
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निदा फ़ाज़्लि..

annie's song

You fill up my senses like…
A night in the forest,
The mountains in springtime,
A walk in the rain,
A storm in the desert,
A sleepy blue ocean;

You fill up my senses,
Come fill me again!
Come let me love you,

Let me give my life to you,
Let me drown in your laughter,
Let me die in your arms,
Let me lay down beside you,
Let me always be with you,


Come let me love you,
Come love me again!

You fill up my senses

like stars in the dark sky

like smell in a red rose

like hue of butterfly

like images in my eyes

like some thought in my mind

like smile on the lips

like pumping in my heart

like blood in my veins

come let me take u where we have been alone

come let me bring u back where we have been together

come let me love u, love u again

You fill up my senses

like flow in a river

like speed of wind

like some sound in silence

like depth in the ocean

like touch of my hands

like imaginations in my brain

come let me love u , love you again

xxxx

Lyricist- Denver

Tuesday, February 10, 2009

granny muses


When I think of our relationship (I met my current husband when I- 70 year old- had a massive crush on a 72 year old guy and wesoon married) I think of a passage I once read:

I must conquer my loneliness alone.
I must be happy with myself, or I have nothing to offer.
Two halves have little choice but to join;
And yes, they do make a whole.
But two wholes when they coincide …
That is beauty. That is love.

wings

I believe that all success begins with spreading your WINGS:

W- Believe in your worth
I- Trust your insight
N-nurture yourself
G- Have a goal
S- Devise a personal strategy

….and then even impossible dreams become real

mother

Most of all other beautiful things in life
come by twos and threes,
by dozens and hundreds.
Plenty of roses, stars, sunsets, rainbows,
brothers and sisters, aunts and cousins,
but only one mother in the whole world.
-Kate Douglas Wiggin

assorted ones

Age does not protect you from love.
But love, to some extent, protects you from age.
-Jeanne Moreau.

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The happiest people don't necessarily

have the best of everything;

they just make the best of

everything they have.

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'Life isn't about how to survive the storm,

but how to dance in the rain.'

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When you really want something

the entire universe conspires to get it to you.

- Paulo Coelho "Alchemist"

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Good Friends must not always be together,

it’s the feeling of oneness when distant,

that proves a lasting Friendship.

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Love is the emblem of eternity;

it confounds all notion of eternity.
-Anna Louise de Stael

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It is true that antiques have to be treated

a bit differently,

with a little care,

but they still have a beauty,

all their own.

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Woman …

I am the woman who holds up the sky.
The rainbow runs through my eyes.
The sun makes a path to my womb.
My thoughts are in the shapes of clouds.
But my words are yet to come.
- Ute Poem

Endless, unanswered, agonizing…


Why do I have to be so skinny?
Dad, why do I have to grow up?
Mom, dad, why do I have to leave?
Dad, why do I miss my old friends?
Dad, why do you love me so much?
Dad, why do you spoil me?
Dad, why is your little girl growing up?
Mom, why is it hard to make new friends?
Dad, why do I miss being at home?
Dad, why does my heart skip a beat when he looks into my eyes?
Mom, why do my legs tremble when I hear his voice?
Mom, why is being “in love” the greatest feeling in the world?
Mom, why do my baby’s tiny fingers cling so tightly to mine?
Mom, why do they have to grow up?
Daddy, why do they have to leave?
Mom, why did my youth slip past me?
Dad, why does my face show every smile that
I have ever given to a friend or a stranger?
Mom, why do my hands quiver when I bend to pick a flower?
God, why does our world come crashing when our heart breaks?
God, why are we rude?
Why can't dreams come true?
Why, god, do hearts break?
Oh…why do relationships fail?

Monday, February 9, 2009

phenomenal woman

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
i'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size
but when i start to tell them,
they think i'm telling lies.
i say,
it's in the reach of my arms,
the span of my hips,
the stride of my steps,
the curl of my lips.
i'm a woman
phenomenally.
phenomenal woman,
that's me.
wwwwwwww
i walk into a room
just as cool as you please,
and to a man,
the fellows stand or
fall down on their knees.
then they swarm around me,
a hive of honey bees.
i say,
it's the fire in my eyes,
and the flash of my teeth,
the swing in my waist,
and the joy in my feet.
i'm a woman
phenomenally.
phenomenal woman,
that's me.
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men thmselves have wondered
what they see in me.
they try so much
but they can't touch
my inner mystery.
when i try to show them
they say they can't see.
i say,
it's in the arch of my back,
the sun of my smile,
the ride of my breasts,
the grace of my style.
i'm a woman
phenomenally.
phenomenal woman,
that's me.
wwwwwwww
now you understand
just why my head's not bowed.
i don't shout or jump about,
or have to talk real loud.
when you see me passing
it ought to make you proud.
i say,
it's in the click of my heels,
the bend of my hair,
the palm of my hand,
the need of my care.
'cause i'm a woman
phenomenally.
phenomenal woman,
that's me.
wwwwwwww
Maya Angelou
"chicken soup for the woman's soul"
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proud to be a woman for sure

farewell time

A time to be born,
and a time to die;
a time to plant,
and a time to pluck up that which is planted;
a time to kill,
and a time to heal;
a time to break down,
and a time to build up;
a time to weep,
and a time to laugh;
a time to mourn,
and a time to dance;
a time to cast away stones,
and a time to gather stones together;
a time to embrace,
and a time to refrain from embracing;
a time to get,
and a time to lose;
a time to keep,
and a time to cast away;
a time to rend,
and atime to sew;
a time to keep silence,
and a time to speak;
a time to love,
and a time to hate;
a time of war,
anda time of peace;
a time to meet,
and a time to part.
Paulo Coelho - "Eeven Minutes"

Take my Son

A wealthy man and his son loved to collect rare works of art. They had everything in their collection, from Picasso to Raphael. They would often sit together and admire the great works of art. When the Vietnam conflict broke out, the son went to war. He was very courageous and died in battle while rescuing another soldier. The father was notified and grieved deeply for his only son.
About a month later, just before Christmas, there was a knock at the door. A young man stood at the door with a large package in his hands.
He said, "Sir, you don ' t know me, but I am the soldier for whom your son gave his life. He saved many lives that day, and he was carrying me to safety when a bullet struck him in the heart and he died instantly. He often talked about you, and your love for art." The young man held out this package. "I know this isn ' t much. I ' m not really a great artist, but I think your son would have wanted you to have this."
The father opened the package. It was a portrait of his son, painted by the young man. He stared in awe at the way the soldier had captured the personality of his son in the painting. The father was so drawn to the eyes that his own eyes welled up with tears. He thanked the young man and offered to pay him for the picture. "Oh, no sir, I could never repay what your son did for me. It ' s a gift."
The father hung the portrait over his mantle. Every time visitors came to his home he took them to see the portrait of his son before he showed them any of the other great works he had collected.
The man died a few months later. There was to be a great auction of his paintings Many influential people gathered, excited over seeing the great paintings and having an opportunity to purchase one for their collection.
On the platform sat the painting of the son The auctioneer pounded his gavel. "We will start the bidding with this picture of the son. Who will bid for this picture?"
There was silence.
Then a voice in the back of the room shouted, "We want to see the famous paintings. Skip this one."
But the auctioneer persisted. "Will somebody bid for this painting. Who will start the bidding? $100, $200?"
Another voice angrily. "We didn ' t come to see this painting. We came to see the Van Goghs, the Rembrandts. Get on with the real bids!"
But still the auctioneer continued. "The son! The son! Who ' ll take the son?"
Finally, a voice came from the very back of the room. It was the longtime gardener of the man and his son. "I ' ll give $10 for the painting." Being a poor man, it was all he could afford.
"We have $10, who will bid $20?"
"Give it to him for $10. Let ' s see the masters."
"$10 is the bid, won ' t someone bid $20?"
The crowd was becoming angry. They didn't want the picture of the son.
They wanted the more worthy investments for their collections.
The auctioneer pounded the gavel. "Going once, twice, SOLD for $10!"
A man sitting on the second row shouted, "Now let ' s get on with the collection!"
The auctioneer laid down his gavel. "I ' m sorry, the auction is over."
"What about the paintings?"
"I am sorry. When I was called to conduct this auction, I was told of a secret stipulation in the will. I was not allowed to reveal that stipulation until this time. Only the painting of the son would be auctioned. Whoever bought that painting would inherit the entire estate, including the paintings.
The man who took the son gets everything!"

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God gave His son Jesus Christ 2,000 years ago to die on the cross. Much like the auctioneer, His message today is: "The son, the son, who ' ll take the son?"
Because, you see, whoever takes the Son gets everything.
FOR GOD SO LOVED THE WORLD HE GAVE HIS ONLY BEGOTTEN SON, WHO SO EVER BELIEVETH, SHALL HAVE ETERNAL LIFE...THAT ' S LOVE

impossible females

When a GIRL is quiet,
Millions of things are
running in her mind.
When a GIRL is not arguing,
She is thinking deeply.
When a GIRL looks at u with
eyes full of questions,
She is wondering how long
you will be around.
When a GIRL answers
"i'm fine" after a few seconds,
She is not at all fine.
When a GIRL stares at you,
She is wondering why you are lying.
When a GIRL says I love you,
She means it.
When a GIRL says "i miss you",
No one in this world can miss you
more than her.

Dance in the Rain

It was a busy morning, about 8:30,
when an elderly gentleman in his 80's
arrived to have stitches removed from his thumb.
He said he was in a hurry
as he had an appointment at 9:00 am.
I took his vital signs and had him take a seat,
knowing it would be over an hour before
someone would to able to see him.
I saw him looking at his watch and decided,
since I was not busy with another patient,
I would evaluate his wound.
On exam, it was well healed,
so I talked to one of the doctors,
got the needed supplies to remove his sutures
and redress his wound.
While taking care of his wound,
I asked him if he had another doctor's appointment this morning,
as he was in such a hurry.
The gentleman told me no,
that he needed to go to the nursing home
to eat breakfast with his wife.
I inquired as to her health.
He told me that she had been there for a while
and that she was a victim of Alzheimer's Disease.
As we talked,
I asked if she would be upset if he was a bit late.
He replied that she no longer knew who he was,
that she had not recognized him in five years now.
I was surprised, and asked him,
'And you still go every morning,
even though she doesn't know who you are?'
He smiled as he patted my hand and said,
'She doesn't know me, but I still know who she is.'
I had to hold back tears as he left,
I had goose bumps on my arm,
and thought,'That is the kind of love I want in my life.'
True love is neither physical, nor romantic.
True love is an acceptance of all that is,
has been, will be, and will not be.

third reflection

A young boy often looked up at the sky,
fearing that the sky might fall any time,
as it had no pillars to hold it.
He ran into the forest, with the hope,
that the trees would act as pillars to the sky
and save him from being crushed if it fell.
In the forest, he came across a monk and
asked him, 'Are you not afraid that the sky may fall
as there are no pillars supporting the sky?
'The monk replied, 'There are pillars supporting the sky,
but you need special eyes to see them.
''How do I possess those special eyes?'
asked the boy.
The monk's suggestion to the boy was to go to the village
and arrogantly demand food.
If villagers gave food with a difference,
then he was to come and report to the monk.
The boy went to many houses, arrogantly seeking food.
Most people refused to oblige him.
Surprisingly, in one house, a woman came and
begged his pardon for the delay in giving him food
as she was feeding her baby.
When this incident was reported to the monk,
he said, 'This act of goodness of the woman,
is one of the pillars supporting the sky.
'Every good act is a pillar propping the sky.
It is not visible but it exists.
If life comes from such belief,
then you get strength from an unknown source.
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A lady approached a Taoist monk and told him,
'My mother-in-law is creating hell in my life,
can you give me some medicine to be given to her,
that would make her die?
'The monk gave her some medicine
and asked her to mix it in tea before giving it to her mother-in-law.
The only condition, he said, 'Be very kind and loving to her,
only then would the medicine work.
Also when she dies no one will suspect you.
She will die after two months.
'After one month she returned to the monk and pleaded,
'I do not want my mother-in-law to die, she has changed.
She is very kind to me nowadays.
' The monk said, 'More than the medicine,
it is your love that worked.
'Just bring your loving energy in whatever you do.
See the miracle of love.
It will uplift you and others too.
In the power of love is God.
God is not an entity,
God is a principle.
The principle of pure goodness.
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Four people were on a plane;
a pilot, a politician, a teacher and a student.
Mid-air, the pilot announced,
'Something is wrong with the aircraft.
There are only 3 parachutes and I am an important person...
' he took one parachute and jumped out.
The politician hearing this, hurriedly
said, 'I am also very important person.
' he took another and jumped out.
The teacher advised the student,
'I have lived my life.
You take the last parachute and save yourself.
'The student said, 'Master, there are still two more parachutes
and both of us can be saved.'The teacher exclaimed,
'How can that be! Two have already jumped out.
Hence, there must be only one parachute.
'The student answered, 'Master,
the politician was in such a great hurry.
he took my school bag and jumped.
'When you are in tension, there are more reasons
for you to be ineffective.
Learn to keep your body relaxed
in whatever action you perform.
Also, let your being be happy.
How do you do that?
Just try to be happy.
Learn to smile more often.
Practice laughing meditation ..
just laugh without any reason.
The best antidote for anger is laughter.
When anger arises,
go to a bathroom and laugh it out
and you will find anger energy
that gives tension,
will slowly diffuse.
One can purify the body centre
by being relaxed and happy.
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swami sukhbodhanand

second reflection

In the house of a famous swordsman named Shoken,

there lived a large rat that was fomenting trouble.

The swordsman brought in a female cat to kill the rat.

With pride, the cat arrived at the house of the swordsman.

The cat went into the room and saw the rat.

Surprisingly, the rat attacked the cat.

Shamefully the cat had to leave the house without being able to catch the rat.

The swordsman later invited a male cat since the female cat had failed in its attempt `to catch the rat.

In similar fashion as the female cat, the rat attacked the male cat.

The male cat too left the room unsuccessfully.

Puzzled by this turn of events, the cats called for a conference to discuss the matter.

Amongst them, a wise old female cat volunteered to catch the rat.

The swordsman was surprised to see the old cat.

The old cat went into the room and saw the large rat.

Both of them had an eye contact.

The old cat approached the rat, took it in her mouth, and quietly left the room.

The other cats asked the old cat to divulge the secret of her success.

The old cat replied, 'All of you have used techniques to catch the rat and the rat had better techniques to counter you.

Whereas, I went with emptiness.

When I was void, I had no form, no desire to attack.

When one has no form and desire, then one is not a threat to an other.

Then a great energy .. the divine energy flows through us.

When there is 'I,' there is a form and one's form is a threat to the other form.

When there is no 'I,' there is no threat to the other, and hence no enmity.

I allowed existence to decide who to catch whom?

That was the secret of my success.

'The great swordsman bowed down to the old female cat

and said, 'You are speaking Zen.

I have the theory and you have the practice.'

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Long ago in Persia, there lived a king,

who was interested in seeking answers to his spiritual questions

but could not get the right answers.

He went and met a great mystic called Zarathustra

and asked him for words of wisdom.

Instead of giving the king words of wisdom,

Zarathustra gave him wheat seeds.

The king felt insulted, threw the seeds and went away.

He continued on his pursuit of acquiring more wealth.

At the fag end of his life, he felt he had given away his life for wealth

and it would not protect him at the time of his death.

He pondered whether he had invested his life wrongly.

He once again sent word to the great mystic Zarathustra

to bestow upon him his words of wisdom.

Again, the mystic presented wheat seeds to the king.

The king felt he was not mature enough to understand

Zarathustra's message and kept the seeds in his prayer room.

Later, the king called a philosopher from India to teach and guide him.

The philosopher told the king that the real purpose of his coming was not to teach the king,

but to meet the mystic Zarathustra.

The king showed the philosopher the seeds sent by the mystic.

Looking at the seeds, the philosopher cried aloud,

'What words of wisdom! what seeds of wisdom! what a great teaching!

' The king pleaded with the philosopher to elaborate.

The philosopher replied,

'The seeds appear to be finite,

but they have infinite capacity to grow.

From a seed, a tree and from a tree again a seed and so on.

In the same way, we appear to be finite like this seed,

but deep within we have infinite capacity to grow.

Secondly, unless the seed is willing to give up its seed-hood,

it cannot grow.

Similarly, unless we are willing to bury

our past we cannot grow to a new future.

The art of wise living is the art of dying.

Finally, when you plant seeds in the ground,

invisible forces like water, heat, air will help the seed sprout.

One should have trust. In life too,

we should trust goodness and the invisible

forces would help us get enlightened.

'Both the king and the philosopher met Zarathustra.

He welcomed them but did not teach them anything.

He asked them to observe him and learn.

While they were gardening in the company of the great mystic,

they realized that any species survives only if it is organic.

If a seed is unwilling to multiply, the species will die.

Likewise, goodness and wisdom should also be organic.

Learn to spread this goodness and wisdom.

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reflections

A passenger tapped the cab driver to ask a question.
The cab driver lost control of the cab, nearly hit another car,
missed another truck, went off the road, into a kerb and stopped inches from a shop.
For a minute there was silence.
'You scared me to death,' the driver screamed.
The passenger apologized
and said, 'I did not know that gently tapping your back could create such a panic.
'The driver replied, 'Sorry.
It is not your mistake.
Today is my first day as a cab driver.
For the last ten years I have been ferrying dead bodies in a van.
'Can you see how his past shaped the present?
Our experiences are influenced by the past.
So one has to be conscious and aware.
One has to be present in 'what is' and
not allow the past to shape the present.
To be present in every moment is very important.
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One day a man came to Mullah Nazarudin
and said, 'Do something but rid me of my stomach ache.
' Mullah took a stone and smashed the man's leg.
The man yelled in pain and screamed, 'Why did you do that?
'Mullah replied, 'Now you don't have stomach ache, do you?
'What a foolish way to escape from pain.
To get rid of one problem we enter into another.
Similarly, to get rid of the burden of a noisy mind
people get into drugs and suffer.
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Buddha was once asked,
'Are you from heaven?
''No,' replied Buddha.
'Are you a celestial being?
''No,' said Buddha.
'Are you a human being?
''No,' was his reply.
'Then who are you?' asked the man.
'I am a mirror of consciousness reflecting
whatever is,' was Buddha's message.
This is a wonderful message.
Can our mind be like a mirror
just reflecting whatever is?
Most often, our mind is like a camera;
it goes on storing images.
Then at the time of death,
our soul cannot easily leave the body
as our memories create attachments.
Just practice being a mirror,
reflect what is in the present,
do not unnecessarily burden your mind,
by carrying memories of the past.
Just be a pure mirror.
Practice this and see the miracle
happening in your life.
You will be as light as a feather.
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Swami sukhbodhanand

virtues of a woman

An ancinet prayer that talks of the virtues of a woman.

I'd like to share it with others of my ilk.
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For I am the first and the last
I am the venerated and the despised
I am the prostitute and the saint
I am the wife and the virgin
I am the mother and the daughter
I am the arms of my mother
I am barren and my children are many
I am the married woman and the spinster
I am the woman who gives birth
And, she who never procreated
I am the consolation for the pain of birth
I am the wife and the husband
And, it was my man who created me
I am the mother of my father
I am the sister of my husband
And, he is my rejected son
Always respect me
For I am the shameful
And, the magnificent one
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Hymn to Isis (3rd or 4the century BC)

discovered in Nag Hammadi
*Culled from "Eleven Minutes" by Paulo Coelho of The Alchemist fame

Saturday, February 7, 2009

Chocolate Wisdom


Good Living is an act of intelligence,by which we choose things which have an agreeable taste rather than those which do not.


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Strength is the capacity to break a chocolate bar into four pieces with your bare hands - and then eat just one of the pieces


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Giving chocolate to others is an intimate form of communication, a sharing of deep, dark secrets


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A chocolate in the mouth is worth two on the plate.


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There's nothing better than a good friend, except a good friend with CHOCOLATE


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Chocolate causes certain endocrine glands to secrete hormones that affect your feelings and behavior by making you happy. Therefore, it counteracts depression, in turn reducing the stress of depression. Your stress-free life helps you maintain a youthful disposition, both physically and mentally.


So, eat lots of chocolate!


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Forget love-- I'd rather fall in chocolate!!!


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I never met a chocolate I didn't like.


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EMERGENCY ALERT: If wearer of this shirt is found vacant, listless, or depressed, ADMINISTER CHOCOLATE IMMEDIATELY.


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This guy found a bottle on the ocean, and he opened it and out popped a genie, and he gave him three wishes. The guy wished for a million dollars, and poof! there was a million dollars. Then he wished for a convertible, and poof! there was a convertible. And then, he wished he could be irresistible to all women... poof!


he turned into a box of chocolates.


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It's not that chocolates are a substitute for love. Love is a substitute for chocolate.


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Chocolate is, let's face it, far more reliable than a man.


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All I really need is love, but a little chocolate now and then doesn't hurt!


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Chemically speaking, chocolate really is the world's perfect food.


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Put the chocolate in the bag and nobody gets hurt.


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I have this theory that chocolate slows down the aging process.... It may not be true, but do I dare take the chance?


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I am a serious chocoholic. For the serious chocoholic, chocolate is better than sex. If you believe that, you REALLY need to meet that special someone who can change your mind. If you HAVE met that special someone and still believe that, I REALLY NEED to know where you get your chocolate!!!


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Don't wreck a sublime chocolate experience


by feeling guilty.


Chocolate isn't like premarital sex.


It will not make you pregnant.


And it always feels good.


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Life is like a box of chocolates -


you never know what you're going to get.


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If life is like a box of chocolates,


then its time for me to buy another box,


I seemed to have already devoured all the good ones!


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Life is like a box of chocolates,


the best ones are half eaten!!


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In the beginning, the Lord created chocolate,


and he saw that it was good.


Then he separated the light from the dark,


and it was better.


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Chocolate in the morning is what makes


moms get through their day!


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Man cannot live on chocolate alone; but woman sure can.


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Researchers have discovered that chocolate produced


some of the same reactions in the brain as marijuana.


The researchers also discovered other


similarities between the two,


but can't remember what they are.


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All of the evil that people have thrust upon chocolate


is really more deserved by milk chocolate,


which is essentially contaminated.


The closer you get to a pure chocolate liquor


(the chocolate essence ground from roasted cacao beans)


the purer it is, the more satisfying it is,


the safer it is, and the healthier it is.


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... the taste of chocolate is a sensual pleasure in itself,


existing in the same world as sex...


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For myself, I can enjoy the wicked


pleasure of chocolate...


entirely by myself.


Furtiveness makes it better.


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Simply put... everyone has a price,


mine is chocolate!


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choco alchemist

"It is dark as the Alchemist walks along the corridor,
rough stone under his feet,
air warmed from well smoldering hearth
fires stirring his cowl.

He opens a hewn timber door,
worn smooth at the threshold over years of use.

He breathes deeply the comforting smells of this laboratory.

Hints of wood and smoke linger in the air
from the last time he roasted raw materials
for his elixirs.

Another smell, heady and almost intoxicating,
brings a smile to his face as he remembers
the smell wafting up as he was last grinding
his pastes and powders.

He looks about.

Everything is in place.

The roasting drum is cool in the hearth.

The mortars and pestles are laid out neat and tidy,
only a small amount of deep brown paste
marring their finish.

The cracking mill is sitting ready,
waiting for the next batch to be crushed
fresh out of the roaster.

It is time to begin his magic,
his devotion, his passion,
his Alchemy, yet again.

He prepares himself for the work ahead.

The roasting, the cracking,
the winnowing, the grinding,
the mixing.

The transformation of base materials into
something more than they were.

The transformation of cocoa beans to chocolate,
the work of Chocolate Alchemy."

Monday, February 2, 2009

JUST THREE STORIES

My THIRD STORY is about death.

When I was 17, I read a quote that went something like: "If you live each day as if it was your last, someday you'll most certainly be right." It made an impression on me, and since then, for the past 33 years, I have looked in the mirror every morning and asked myself: "If today were the last day of my life, would I want to do what I am about to do today?" And whenever the answer has been "No" for too many days in a row, I know I need to change

something.Remembering that I'll be dead soon is the most important tool I've ever encountered to help me make the big choices in life. Because almost everything — all external expectations, all pride, all fear of embarrassment or failure - these things just fall away in the face of death, leaving only what is truly important. Remembering that you are going to die is the best way I know to avoid the trap of thinking you have something to lose. You are already naked.

There is no reason not to follow your heart.About a year ago I was diagnosed with cancer. I had a scan at 7:30 in the morning, and it clearly showed a tumor on my pancreas. I didn't even know what a pancreas was. The doctors told me this was almost certainly a type of cancer that is incurable, and that I should expect to live no longer than three to six months. My doctor advised me to go home and get my affairs in order, which is doctor's code for prepare to die.

It means to try to tell your kids everything you thought you'd have the next 10 years to tell them in just a few months. It means to make sure everything is buttoned up so that it will be as easy as possible for your family. It means to say your goodbyes.I lived with that diagnosis all day. Later that evening I had a biopsy, where they stuck an endoscope down my throat, through my stomach and into my intestines, put a needle into my pancreas and got a few cells from the tumor. I was sedated, but my wife, who was there, told me that when they viewed the cells under a microscope the doctors started crying because it turned out to be a very rare form of pancreatic cancer that is curable with surgery.

I had the surgery and I'm fine now.This was the closest I've been to facing death, and I hope its the closest I get for a few more decades. Having lived through it, I can now say this to you with a bit more certainty than when death was a useful but purely intellectual concept: No one wants to die. Even people who want to go to heaven don't want to die to get there.

And yet death is the destination we all share. No one has ever escaped it. And that is as it should be, because Death is very likely the single best invention of Life. It is Life's change agent. It clears out the old to make way for the new. Right now the new is you, but someday not too long from now, you will gradually become the old and be cleared away. Sorry to be so dramatic, but it is quite true.Your time is limited, so don't waste it living someone else's life.

Don't be trapped by dogma — which is living with the results of other people's thinking. Don't let the noise of others' opinions drown out your own inner voice.

AND MOST IMPORTANT, HAVE THE COURAGE TO FOLLOW YOUR HEART AND INTUITION.

They somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary.When I was young, there was an amazing publication called The Whole Earth Catalog, which was one of the bibles of my generation. It was created by a fellow named Stewart Brand not far from here in Menlo Park, and he brought it to life with his poetic touch. This was in the late 1960's, before personal computers and desktop publishing, so it was all made with typewriters, scissors, and polaroid cameras.

It was sort of like Google in paperback form, 35 years before Google came along: it was idealistic, and overflowing with neat tools and great notions.Stewart and his team put out several issues of The Whole Earth Catalog, and then when it had run its course, they put out a final issue.

It was the mid-1970s, and I was your age. On the back cover of their final issue was a photograph of an early morning country road, the kind you might find yourself hitchhiking on if you were so adventurous. Beneath it were the words: "Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish."

It was their farewell message as they signed off. Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish. And I have always wished that for myself.

And now, as you graduate to begin anew, I wish that for you.


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STAY HUNGRY. STAY FOOLISH.

-Steve Jobs Stanford 2005 Graduation Speech

JUST THREE STORIES

My SECOND STORY is about love and loss.
I was lucky — I found what I loved to do early in life. Woz and I started Apple in my parents garage when I was 20. We worked hard, and in 10 years Apple had grown from just the two of us in a garage into a $2 billion company with over 4000 employees.
We had just released our finest creation — the Macintosh — a year earlier,
and I had just turned 30.
And then I got fired.
How can you get fired from a company you started? Well, as Apple grew we hired someone who I thought was very talented to run the company with me, and for the first year or so things went well. But then our visions of the future began to diverge and eventually we had a falling out.
When we did, our Board of Directors sided with him. So at 30 I was out. And very publicly out. What had been the focus of my entire adult life was gone, and it was devastating.I really didn't know what to do for a few months. I felt that I had let the previous generation of entrepreneurs down - that I had dropped the baton as it was being passed to me.
I met with David Packard and Bob Noyce and tried to apologize for screwing up so badly. I was a very public failure, and I even thought about running away from the valley. But something slowly began to dawn on me — I still loved what I did. The turn of events at Apple had not changed that one bit. I had been rejected, but I was still in love.
And so I decided to start over.I didn't see it then, but it turned out that getting fired from Apple was the best thing that could have ever happened to me. The heaviness of being successful was replaced by the lightness of being a beginner again, less sure about everything. It freed me to enter one of the most creative periods of my life.
During the next five years, I started a company named NeXT, another company named Pixar, and fell in love with an amazing woman who would become my wife. Pixar went on to create the worlds first computer animated feature film, Toy Story, and is now the most successful animation studio in the world. In a remarkable turn of events, Apple bought NeXT, I returned to Apple, and the technology we developed at NeXT is at the heart of Apple's current renaissance.
And Laurene and I have a wonderful family together.I'm pretty sure none of this would have happened if I hadn't been fired from Apple. It was awful tasting medicine, but I guess the patient needed it. Sometimes life hits you in the head with a brick. Don't lose faith.
I'm convinced that the only thing that kept me going was that I loved what I did. You've got to find what you love. And that is as true for your work as it is for your lovers. Your work is going to fill a large part of your life, and the only way to be truly satisfied is to do what you believe is great work. And the only way to do great work is to love what you do.
If you haven't found it yet, keep looking. Don't settle. As with all matters of the heart, you'll know when you find it. And, like any great relationship, it just gets better and better as the years roll on.
So keep looking until you find it. Don't settle.

JUST THREE STORIES.

This is the text of the Commencement address by Steve Jobs, CEO of Apple Computer and of Pixar Animation Studios, delivered on June 12, 2005.I am honored to be with you today at your commencement from one of the finest universities in the world. I never graduated from college. Truth be told, this is the closest I've ever gotten to a college graduation. Today I want to tell you three stories from my life. That's it. No big deal. JUST THREE STORIES.

The FIRST STORY is about connecting the dots.

I dropped out of Reed College after the first 6 months, but then stayed around as a drop-in for another 18 months or so before I really quit. So why did I drop out?It started before I was born. My biological mother was a young, unwed college graduate student, and she decided to put me up for adoption.
She felt very strongly that I should be adopted by college graduates, so everything was all set for me to be adopted at birth by a lawyer and his wife. Except that when I popped out they decided at the last minute that they really wanted a girl. So my parents, who were on a waiting list, got a call in the middle of the night asking: "We have an unexpected baby boy; do you want him?"
They said: "Of course." My biological mother later found out that my mother had never graduated from college and that my father had never graduated from high school. She refused to sign the final adoption papers. She only relented a few months later when my parents promised that I would someday go to college.And 17 years later I did go to college.
But I naively chose a college that was almost as expensive as Stanford, and all of my working-class parents' savings were being spent on my college tuition. After six months, I couldn't see the value in it. I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life and no idea how college was going to help me figure it out. And here I was spending all of the money my parents had saved their entire life. So I decided to drop out and trust that it would all work out OK.
It was pretty scary at the time, but looking back it was one of the best decisions I ever made. The minute I dropped out I could stop taking the required classes that didn't interest me, and begin dropping in on the ones that looked interesting.It wasn't all romantic. I didn't have a dorm room, so I slept on the floor in friends' rooms, I returned coke bottles for the 5¢ deposits to buy food with, and I would walk the 7 miles across town every Sunday night to get one good meal a week at the Hare Krishna temple. I loved it.
And much of what I stumbled into by following my curiosity and intuition turned out to be priceless later on. Let me give you one example:Reed College at that time offered perhaps the best calligraphy instruction in the country. Throughout the campus every poster, every label on every drawer, was beautifully hand calligraphed. Because I had dropped out and didn't have to take the normal classes, I decided to take a calligraphy class to learn how to do this.
I learned about serif and san serif typefaces, about varying the amount of space between different letter combinations, about what makes great typography great. It was beautiful, historical, artistically subtle in a way that science can't capture, and I found it fascinating.None of this had even a hope of any practical application in my life.
But ten years later, when we were designing the first Macintosh computer, it all came back to me. And we designed it all into the Mac. It was the first computer with beautiful typography. If I had never dropped in on that single course in college, the Mac would have never had multiple typefaces or proportionally spaced fonts. And since Windows just copied the Mac, its likely that no personal computer would have them.
If I had never dropped out, I would have never dropped in on this calligraphy class, and personal computers might not have the wonderful typography that they do. Of course it was impossible to connect the dots looking forward when I was in college. But it was very, very clear looking backwards ten years later.Again, you can't connect the dots looking forward; you can only connect them looking backwards.
So you have to trust that the dots will somehow connect in your future. You have to trust in something — your gut, destiny, life, karma, whatever.
This approach has never let me down, and it has made all the difference in my life.

Rumi unleashed

"When I am with you, we stay up all night.
When you're not here, I can't go to sleep.
Praise God for those two insomnias!
And the difference between them."

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"It may be that the satisfaction I need
depends on my going away,
so that when I've gone and come back,
I'll find it at home."

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"Your task is not to seek for love,
but merely to seek and find
all the barriers within yourself
that you have built against it."

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You are in love with me,
I shall make you perplexed.
Do not build much,
for I intend to have you in ruins.
If you build two hundred houses
in a manner that the bees do;
I shall make you as homeless
as a fly.
If you are the mount Qaf in stability.
I shall make you whirl like a millstone.
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If you are irritated by every rub,
how will your mirror be polished?
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How could you reach the pearl
by only looking at the sea?
If you seek the pearl,
be a diver:
the diver needs several qualities:
he must trust his rope and
his life to the Friend's hand,
he must stop breathing,
and he must jump.
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The soul which cannot endure fire
and smoke
won't find the Secret.
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"This is love:
to fly toward a secret sky,
to cause a hundred veils to fall each moment.
First to let go of life.
Finally, to take a step without feet."

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RUMI

Illusions


Don’t be
Dismayed at good- byes.
A farewell is necessary before
You can meet
Again
And meeting
Again, after moments or
Lifetimes, is certain for
those who are
friends

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You are
Never given a wish
without also being given the
Power to make it true.
You may
Have to work for it,
However

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The bond
That links your true family
Is not one of blood, but
Of respect and joy in
Each other’s life.
Rarely do members
Of one family grow up
Under the same
Roof

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You
Teach best
What you most need
To learn

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Live
Never to be
Ashamed of anything you do
Or say is published
Around the world-
Even if
What is published
Is not true

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Your friends
Will know you better
In the first minute you meet
Than
Your acquaintances
Will know you in
A thousand
Years

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Your only
Obligation, in any lifetime
Is to be true to yourself.
Being true to anyone else or
Anything else is impossible.

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(Richard Bach)