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Comment by Ms.Teresa K. Davis on August 13, 2009 at 7:49pm

PAGE'S Page's in a life can be difficult to read. Chapter's we don't understand and can make ones heart bleed. Stories of adventure through love or sorrow. Mysteries uncovered in the page's of tomorrow. Book's on a shelf we can leave behind. Page's in a life, a new page,a new time. /Author-Ms.Teresa K.

Comment by Ron Alexander on August 13, 2009 at 8:20am

The Power of Choice: The Power of Change,
A Mantra of Change
L.Zimmerman(copyrighted 2007)

I choose not to see the un-love.
I choose instead to see the love.
I am your mirror and what I choose to see in you
will be reflected back to you.
I have the power to choose and I choose to see the truth of you.
I choose to see the love of you.

I choose not to see the darkness.
I choose instead to see the light.
I am your mirror and what I choose to see
will be reflected back to you.
I have the power to choose and I choose to see
the light of you.

I choose to see the wisdom you've gained
through the pain you've experienced.
I am your mirror and what I choose to see in you
is that you are stronger than which you've experienced
I have the power to choose to see beyond the suffering.
I pray that the strength I see in you is reflected back to you.

I choose to see the freedom that is your soul
I acknowledge the apparent limitations in which you live
but I see you with the wings of soul and freedom
and the power to soar beyond life's margins.
I have the power to choose what I see in you
and the soul of you is what I choose to reflect back to you.

I am grateful to Spirit Power of the group Conscious Kindness for posting this powerful poem.

Comment by bev bryant on July 21, 2009 at 7:46pm

Captured Dreams

in each night and possibly day
the mind captures all held in a heart
felt, images are sifted through
an hourglass as reflected
in the looking glass
as dreams are sorted and filed
placed where they can be found
we face our fears
fulfill our fantasies
each timed slumber brings
holds, then returns
our self to us refreshed
renewed anew
even dreams which appear
as nightmares have thier place
let your dreams run free
make those positive come true
be of courage
this is all dreams are for

Comment by The Ancient One on July 10, 2009 at 6:00am

"Humans are powerful spiritual beings meant to create good on earth. This good isn't usually accomplished in bold actions, but in
singular acts of kindness between people. It's the little things that count, because they are more spontaneous and show who you truly are."

~ Dannion Brinkley

Comment by Denise Moules on July 10, 2009 at 5:07am

Today
Sunday,
Today for the first time
They let me out
To the Sun,...
And,
For the first time
In my life
Ever,
I stand still realizing
Startled,
How far,
How Blue,
How big ,
The Sky is,
Then,
Respectfully
I sat on Earth,
Pushed my back
To the wall...
At this very moment,
Neither
Falling in to waves,
At this very moment
Neither The Fight,
Nor Freedom,
Or my wife,
Earth,
Sun,
And,
Myself,
Happy me!
Nazim Hikmet Ran*******
http://www.nazimhikmetran.com/english/index.html

Comment by narciso favores escala on July 10, 2009 at 3:59am

There is no pain nor vain,
no sufferings and hardship,
"There is no darkness nor confusion.
no wars and misery,
There is no thirst neither hungry,
no fears, no more crying,....
In the New Heaven prepared by the PROWESS HAND".

Comment by narciso favores escala on July 9, 2009 at 3:36pm

"SO WHAT?"
I am the grasses under the trees that covers all over the land,
My joyous moment is when the animals is eating,
and birds were singing in their nest...
So what? answered the young man.

I am the stars with the moon, shining all over the sky
Till the sun comes out for the morning light, giving promises for you;
So what? said the young man.

I am the Universe-the place of the milky ways
and home of the lovely planets,
So what? said again by the young man.

Well, I am only an Air with breezes and winds, striking anywhere..
To stop your " So What?"
when the pollution is there to kill.

Comment by narciso favores escala on July 1, 2009 at 12:02pm

THINK BEFORE THE END OF TIME
I
Morning rain
Keeps on turning the sun not to shine
And the distant island
Never seen through the naked eye.
II
Seabirds fly
Watching over the waves
That touches the shore
And before the river meet the streams
A promises was left behind.
III
When lightning strikes ,bad weather comes from miles away
And before the rainbow looks so fine,
There's natures gift, a treasure for ones life.
IV
Nobody knows what is life ahead
Before the morning rain have got its name
Like you and me at the end of time
Nobody knows where on the grave.
V
This lover's nest
Forefather''s dreams that was once upon a time
Now nothing left to see
But a barren place for you and me.

Note:Hope you will like this poem of mine...dedicated to all global peace lover. God bless you all

Comment by Linda on June 26, 2009 at 8:19pm

Not the right place to post this - but my browser closes when I navigate this website lately. It's staying on this page long enough for me to leave a message! So HI everyone.

Comment by Silja Saareoks-Kaldre on June 26, 2009 at 2:32pm

Life is a precious gift
As well as the mountains far and close
We're moving souls for heart to lift
To see, to feel, we're more than those

And when the time, the life, belief
Gets, gathers, one begins to feel
And for the all -- is that relief?
We're for the life -- that's what it means

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