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.. After the dunes where start the sands blind one …………………………..when only in the runway Trace and traces Source and Resource Locator ……………………………the other quotation the other light mirage vertigo our therefore in itself everything becomes blurred turns off all is confused but all stands with an illusion…………..only the thoughts defeat destiny of the worlds memory of the men… ……………………………On behalf of Wise Men silence… The space as in the time the desert…only TRACE to unconsciousness of being a self…
.. Après les dunes
où commencent les sables
aveugles brulants
…………………………..quand seule compte la piste
Trace et retrace
Source et ressource
Repère
……………………………l’autre passage l’autre lumière
mirage vertige évanescence
dès lors en soi
tout devient flou
s’éteint tout se confond
mais tout se tient
d’une illusion…………..seules les pensées se défont
Destin des mondes
mémoire des hommes…
………………………………….au nom des Sages silence…
à l’espace comme au temps
le désert…seul
TRACE
à l’inconscience d’être soi…
Poème de Sand
A Sido, Chacun doit aller au désert et revenir ; la connaissance du soi est à ce prix. Kiss and Love
I enjoyed this story Paul, and think of angels doing their work too (when we ask them to help). Thank You : )
Dreams are forever. They never die. When we take our flight into the celestials our dreams go with us. If all that remains is love ~ all dreams are eternal and all dreams are fulfilled. It takes a lifetime to become. Yes?
Paul: Absolutely profound. How can we know love if we have not first seen it. Thank you ~ Bella Luce
….I had forgotten about the book until this morning. “The Boy’s” father and I spent most of the morning shredding his old school papers of the past year. As I emptied his backpack, a book fell out. It was the book that his teacher had promised him…”The Little Engine That Could”.
“Maybe it is raining where our train will ride
All the little trave’lers are warm and snug inside”
Illustrated in cheery primary colors, with clowns and an assortment of bright circus animals, it clearly was a book intended for a much younger student; leaving me to wonder why she had chosen to give him such an elementary book; because, after all, he has a massive vocabulary, and can read flawlessly at a high school level (I do admit though, that at times, his comprehension leaves something to be desired.) I continued to wonder…that was until I read the inside dedication:
“Dear Xxxxxxx,
You are the most kind and loving child I have ever met. You have a unique quality that others might not always understand just like “The Little Engine”. This book has meant a lot to me through my life and I wanted to share it with you. Always believe in yourself through life’s journeys. Always be that positive person that you are and embrace that “I Think I Can Attitude” towards everything that you do.
Remember that there is always someone here that supports you because…
I know you can
I know you can
I know you can
Ms. Xxxxxx” – June 2009
“Somewhere there is sunshine, somewhere there is day
Somewhere there is Morningtown, many miles a-way”
Such a sweet and heartfelt message. During our frequent talks, she revealed to me a few of her personal struggles. This message was true. She, herself has lived by these words. She still lives by them. Tears begin to roll down my face.
I then flip the book over and take a look at the back cover. It reads:
“”I think I can! I think I can!” Here is a delightful adaptation of one of the best-selling children’s books of all time with a vocabulary geared for beginning readers.”
“Rockin’, Rollin’, Ridin’, out along the bay
All bound for Morningtown, many miles a-way”
Now, I understand. It seems the world has forgotten the value of even the most simplest of things. As I re-read the book with a new perspective, I realize there are things that I always thought I knew, but at the same time, also realize that sometimes it is possible to know a lot about everything, and yet really know nothing at all. Common sense has been lost in a plethora (my brother’s favorite word) of multi-syllabic words, and hidden away by the so-called “intellects” among us. “a vocabulary geared for beginning readers”, the book says. In some ways, I feel as if I too, am just a “beginning reader”. Oh, and by the way…if you would be so kind: Please count me in as being amongst the simple “fools”. Go right on ahead! I won’t be offended. This “fool” will prevail, and will get to where she truly needs to be…soon.
“I think I can! I think I can!”
“All bound for Morningtown, many miles away”
Because of teachers like the one mentioned above, somehow the road ahead doesn’t seem quite as long…All aboard!!!
http://nardeeisms.blogspot.com/2009/06/song-of-day-morningtown-ride-malvina.html
Thank you Paul, for allowing me to share.
Such a wonderful story, Paul. And it seems so true – how we make ourselves unapproachable sometimes to those whom we most want to help. This priest, Mario, he obviously remembered Jesus’ example. Jesus did not don robes that set him apart or above others. He wore the humblest attire, the garb of a “vagabond,” going about without even a change of clothes, just what was on his back. Although he observed his the Jewish faith, he did not allow himself to be caught up in the rituals of the religion; rather, he was a man of action who set out to actually touch the lives of other human beings. He also broke the rules of that religion when he felt that a higher need prevailed – he ate what was placed before him, never afraid that it would make him “unclean.” He did his work even on the Sabbath, despite the reprimands of the Pharisees. He didn’t sit around with the Pharisees all day talking in elevated language and discussing theology. He addressed them, yes, but he was never above holding company with the poor, the needy or those who, by most, would have been considered “unworthy.” If Jesus were alive today, I could imagine him sitting in some seedy bar, talking to a table of drunkards and drug addicts, or, like Mario, sitting on some street-corner, with a cigarette butt hanging out of his mouth, conversing with a group of wayward youths.
Como a uma criança, me magoaste
O pai chega em casa cansado, querendo apenas sentar ao sofá e esticar as penas, um pouco de silencio para esquecer o dia estressante e estafante do trabalho.
Mas a criança não sabe, vê o pai chegar; pula em volta dele,puxa-lhe a blusa, chamando sua atenção. Fala mil coisas ao mesmo tempo,como se quisesse contar em um unico instante todo o seu dia, demonstrar toda a sua saudade. O pai, apenas o olha indiferente:
___ Tá filho!!
Mas ele não se contenta, rodea-o “pai, olha que fiz na escola”, “Pai,pai que trouxe pra mim”,”pai! olha que aprendi hoje”. Pai…pai.Uma enxurrada de frases soltas, sem nexo. Que apenas queriam dizer: Pai eu te amo! E tava com saudades!
Mas o pai não entende, ouvi aquelas frases soltas, e de tão cansado e preocupado com seus problemas diarios , nem chegou a prestar à atenção a uma só frase , e, grita:
__Tá bom!!! Agora chega e sai que quero ver o jornal!
E nun só instante toda aquela euforia, alegria e admiração apagam-se do rosto da criança, e ela sai triste, desamparada e decepcionada. Mas tenta uma unica vez:
__…Mas pai…
O pai nada responde, alheio aos sentimentos da criança, olha fixo a tv.
A criança sai, cabisbaixa, se sentindo só, com o coraçãozinho apertado, vazio,magoado.E que talves carregue aquele momento por toda sua vida.
Queria dizer quantas vezes nos sentimos assim? Por uma amiga que nos foi grosseira, pelo fora de um namorado, pela indiferença do companheiro, pela ingratidão de um filho. E apesar de tudo não nos corrigimos?
Roberta
Beautiful story, dearest Paul, thank you.
May god bless all the ‘Marios’ of the World, who know how to become ONE and give love.
LOVE,
Thelma.
Thank you Paul for this beautiful text filled with hope.
These young people did not know the love but they saw the face thanks to a man of faith. The best rest to come for them.
Un día normal, puede transformarse en el día más importante de la vida, en un instante puede develarse ante ti una realidad, que sin ser quizás la realidad de todo el que lee estas líneas, si es la verdad que un día me dio las fuerzas para seguir y me hizo nacer después de haber muerto.
La vida se muestra como una elección, donde un camino engañoso te ofrece el camino fácil de la tranquilidad y los convencionalistas; otro oscuro y tenebroso, donde cada día tu deberás por ensayo y error descifrar la verdadera formula para alcanzar la felicidad.
Yo decidí como muchos tomar el camino fácil, donde una formula preestablecida me mostraba como siguiendo el camino inculcado por los años de generación en generación, podría alcanzar la tan ansiada felicidad, no digo que esta ruta no haya sido el camino certero que condujo a la felicidad de algunos, pero sucede que tiempo después descubrí que cada uno tiene su camino en la vida y jamás podremos ser felices en la vida a través de una formula única, cada uno de nosotros debemos preparar nuestra receta, quizás con los mismos ingredientes pero al igual que cualquier receta de cocina los mismos ingredientes mezclados en distintas proporciones dan como resultado platos totalmente distintos y variados….
En la pared blanca podemos crear todo, todo, somos grandes creadores, solo hay que “creer” para “crear”
Alucinaciones de mentes educadas
Serafín de espigas doradas
Yelmo protector y de acero sus manos
Esta inmensa noche irrumpe el alba
Rompe el hechizo de las miradas
jardines de dioses vestidos con la palabra.
Bajo el crepúsculo las plantas aman.
Besos y amor
je
I would like to share with you, an anecdote which arrived at me last week some days after the story ” To be like has to rivet flowing “.
Last Thursday, I left walking by the river with my daughter. We played together and at the moment my daughter looked at me with a stone in every hand and she said to me :
- ” Mom, are the kind witches of the river ”
I smiled and answered her that she was right !
There is a proverb which says that the truth always goes out of the mouth of the children, isn’t it ?
PS: I thank Ro for his beautiful poem. Really got me.
when i see a blank wall, i see a canvas of the future on which we can paint our dreams and work for them to become a reality . we can also use this wall to dwell into the past to re-visit the happier times or sometimes the sad times