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Fri, 28 Aug 2009 10:43:03 -0700

La paix que je recherche Que parfois je trouve Mais pour un instant seulement La paix, La paix int�rieure... La guerre, La guerre farouche La lutte continuelle Entre moi et le "moi" Continuer � esp�rer � lutter mais pourquoi ? Pour un morceau de terr...e O� reposer Quand l'�me est partie Et le corps est tomb� Comme un sac vide... J'ai vu lutter, crier, souffrir, J'ai vu des enfants souffrir et jouir Je me suis vu moi-m�me Toujours en lutte Avec le "moi" Une lutte monstrueuse Pour vivre ou mourir. La paix, La paix int�rieure La douleur, le d�sir de r�ussir L'envie de mourir Quand tu as �chou� ! La d�faite int�rieure Et le "moi" qui triomphe Et moi-m�me battu La terre est l� Elle s'ouvre Elle attend le corps D�sormais quasi-mort Et le "moi" qui r�siste � la guerre in�gale Entre vivre et mourir.

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Thu, 28 May 2009 14:01:48 -0700

Two shall be born, the whole wide world apart,
And speak in different tongues and have no thought
Each of the other's being, and no heed.
And these, o'er unknown seas, to unknown lands
Shall cross, escaping wreck, defying death;
And all unconsciously shape every act
And bend each wandering step to this one end -
That, one day, out of darkness they shall meet
And read life's meaning in each other's eyes.

And two shall walk some narrow way of life
So nearly side by side that, should one turn
Ever so little space to left or right,
They needs must stand acknowledged, face to face.
And, yet, with wistful eyes that never meet
And groping hands that never clasp and lips
Calling in vain to ears that never hear,
They seek each other all their weary days
And die unsatisfied - and this is Fate!

Susan Marr Spalding [1841-1908]

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Tue, 26 May 2009 01:57:28 -0700

Je viens de d�couvrir un site sur lequel il est tr�s facile de t�l�charger gratuitement des mod�les de broderies. Il s'agit de

http://club-point-de-croix.com/?code_avantage=ispyja.

En plus, si vous y allez en cliquant sur ce lien, vous gagnerez automatiquement un cadeau lors de votre inscription. J'utilise r�guli�rement ce site, il y a d�j� des centaines de mod�les tr�s vari�s et il y a des nouvelles broderies tous les jours. Ca vaut la peine d'aller voir.

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Mon, 25 May 2009 10:14:13 -0700

A tous les peuples de la terre.

La paix que je recherche
Que parfois je trouve
Mais pour un instant seulement
La paix,
La paix int�rieure...
La guerre,
La guerre farouche
La lutte continuelle
Entre moi et le "moi"
Continuer � esp�rer
� lutter mais pourquoi ?
Pour un morceau de terre
O� reposer
Quand l'�me est partie
Et le corps est tomb�
Comme un sac vide...
J'ai vu lutter, crier, souffrir,
J'ai vu des enfants souffrir et jouir
Je me suis vu moi-m�me
Toujours en lutte
Avec le "moi"
Une lutte monstrueuse
Pour vivre ou mourir.
La paix,
La paix int�rieure
La douleur, le d�sir de r�ussir
L'envie de mourir
Quand tu as �chou� !
La d�faite int�rieure
Et le "moi" qui triomphe
Et moi-m�me battu
La terre est l�
Elle s'ouvre
Elle attend le corps
D�sormais quasi-mort
Et le "moi" qui r�siste
� la guerre in�gale
Entre vivre et mourir.

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Sat, 09 May 2009 01:18:08 -0700

"We can cure physical diseases with medicine, but the only cure for loneliness, despair, and hopelessness is love. There are many in the world who are dying for a piece of bread, but there are many more dying for a little love....Mother Teresa

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Mon, 04 May 2009 04:39:05 -0700

Fallen Angel

I have fallen from sky,
Fallen to the ground,
I am the angel of sadness,
Angel of lost hopes,
Angel of lost dreams,
I am the fallen angel,
Fear me not,
I am here for reason,
That reason is to have a second chance in life,
That life I was given for a reason,
They took my wings,
They took me apart made me human,
I was the fallen angel,
But that fallen angel had one chance in life that she was given,
This angel won't make the same mistakes she made before,
This angel will go down the right path that has been chosen for her,
This fallen angel know what she has to do to be forgiven.

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Sun, 03 May 2009 14:51:58 -0700

Retour vers La Merveilleuse L�gende

La terre, unie comme la paume de la main , s'est couverte d'un gazon vert tel le cou des paons ;
et il est doux au toucher comme un v�tement de K�tchalindi.
Et quand M�y� s'approche, l'arbre s'incline en signe de respect.
Alors la reine, de son bras droit, prend une branche d'arbre plakcha, sourit au ciel et reste immobile. Elle baisse plus encore la branche et dans son l�ger effort son flanc s'entrouvre...
Et le Boddhisattva para�t.
La terre tremble, une pluie de fleurs c�lestes la recouvre.
Le ciel Touchita r�sonne de chants d'all�gresse.
Tous les mondes resplendissent d'une lumi�re admirable.
Et ceux-l� m�me qui �taient aveugles la voient et recouvrent la vue.
Et les muets parlent, si grand est leur d�sir de parler du Sauveur.
Les animaux perdent leur crainte.
Les cha�nes des prisonniers se d�tachent et tombent.
Les feux des enfers s'�teignent.
L'eau de la mer se cache sous les roses d'eau de toutes les couleurs.
Tout devient pur, sacr�, clair et calme.

La Merveilleuse L�gende de Siddharta Sakya-Mouni Bouddha
Claude Aveline Editions Claire Lumi�re 13510 Eguilles (F)

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Sat, 07 Feb 2009 08:30:44 -0800

"The Perfect Heart"
"One day a young man was standing in the middle of the town proclaiming that he had the most beautiful heart in the whole valley. A large crowd gathered and they all admired his heart for it was perfect. There was not a mark or a flaw in it. [...]
Suddenly, an old man appeared at the front of the crowd and said, "Why your heart is not nearly as beautiful as mine." The crowd and the young man looked at the old man's heart. It was beating strongly, but full of scars, it had places where pieces had been removed and other pieces put in, but they didn't fit quite right and there were several jagged edges. In fact, in some places there were deep gouges where whole pieces were missing. [...] The young man looked at the old man's heart and saw its state and laughed. "You must be joking," he said. "Compare your heart with mine, mine is perfect and yours is a mess of scars and tears."

"Yes," said the old man, "yours is perfect looking but I would never trade with you. You see, every scar represents a person to whom I have given my love - I tear out a piece of my heart and give it to them, and often they give me a piece of their heart which fits into the empty place in my heart, but because the pieces aren't exact, I have some rough edges, which I cherish, because they remind me of the love we shared. Sometimes I have given pieces of my heart away, and the other person hasn't returned a piece of his heart to me. These are the empty gouges -- giving love is taking a chance. Although these gouges are painful, they stay open, reminding me of the love I have for these people too, and I hope someday they may return and fill the space I have waiting. So now do you see what true beauty is?"

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Sat, 07 Feb 2009 08:12:42 -0800

To Catch Butterflies
by Noshi Gillani

I once thought it easy
To seize fragrance
To capture the evenings of monsoon
While sitting at home
To clutch starlight in my hand

I once thought it easy
To seize fragrance
To light the flower that is my courtyard
With the whisper of fireflies
To hold his memory in my dreaming eyes
Like roses cast upon a lake
I had thought it easy . . .

How I fooled myself! How could it happen?
`To catch butterflies, you have to go far enough.'

Translated from Urdu by Nukhbah Langah and Lavinia Greenlaw

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Tue, 02 Dec 2008 00:53:00 -0800

Mais un jour un fol�tre papillon po�te, chenille fl�neuse et alcoolique , s'�l�ve jusqu'� l'extase en ces sph�res m�dusantes et transparentes.