<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2348214100237238912</id><updated>2012-02-10T11:17:09.475-08:00</updated><category term='meditation'/><category term='Serge Lama'/><category term='Alexandra Pandev'/><category term='friendship'/><category term='Sri Aurobindo - quotes'/><category term='Yoga in everyday life'/><category term='Gérard Manset'/><category term='song-lyrics'/><category term='Jonathan Livingston Seagull'/><category term='David R. Hawkins'/><category term='Rabindranath Tagore'/><category term='C. J. Nichols texts'/><title type='text'>_WAY_HOME_</title><subtitle type='html'>"Reality, then,
when one comes back to it,
is mostly about the Presence of God that exists in the present.
God, really, IS reality, 
and without Him,
nothing is." (C.N., Nov. 03, 2003)

This blog is about beauty, 
seeing Divine Beauty in every day life.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://path-to-home.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348214100237238912/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://path-to-home.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>estrella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07802262170769076733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>41</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2348214100237238912.post-7072085099535787458</id><published>2011-07-07T11:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T16:21:31.595-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yoga in everyday life'/><title type='text'>Everything Is Connected, but...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://1.gvt0.com/vi/bjrxG1jO1HU/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bjrxG1jO1HU&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bjrxG1jO1HU&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Our attempt to understand the world&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;posted&amp;nbsp; july 2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2348214100237238912-7072085099535787458?l=path-to-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bjrxG1jO1HU' title='Everything Is Connected, but...'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://path-to-home.blogspot.com/feeds/7072085099535787458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2348214100237238912&amp;postID=7072085099535787458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348214100237238912/posts/default/7072085099535787458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348214100237238912/posts/default/7072085099535787458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://path-to-home.blogspot.com/2011/07/everything-is-connected-but.html' title='Everything Is Connected, but...'/><author><name>estrella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07802262170769076733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2348214100237238912.post-1375789386241021213</id><published>2011-02-28T12:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T19:12:57.893-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yoga in everyday life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C. J. Nichols texts'/><title type='text'>Grace and Faith</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V4Xhnk-oVhE/SdOKssSKCaI/AAAAAAAAAGk/7W4mYOTivng/s1600-h/ocean.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="color: #000099; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319748085260880290" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V4Xhnk-oVhE/SdOKssSKCaI/AAAAAAAAAGk/7W4mYOTivng/s400/ocean.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 300px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #000099; font-family: arial; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Grace means very little other than to have an effortlessness about one. The picture that I have has us gifted by God, of course. But then Grace is not what He directly gave us; it is merely the quality that our life takes on (ease, outwardly visible ease in all we do) after he has led us to a certain point in our spiritual journey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #000099; font-family: arial; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #000099; font-family: arial; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Similarly, Faith is simply a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;knowing how things will turn out. It has levels. At a small level, faith may be knowing that books drop when you let go of them (because of gravity, perhaps) At a large level, faith is simply a knowing that because of God in our lives, everything is going to be easy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #000099; font-family: arial; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #000099; font-family: arial; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Faith and Grace are related. Faith brings grace and grace brings more faith.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #000099; font-family: arial; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #000099; font-family: arial; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I think there is a great deal to this. But it is the long and short of how the world manifests itself in response to what is inside us. Faith brings that, too. It is what we believe in (have faith about) that does this, especially when the faith is not in wonderfulness of creation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #000099; font-family: arial; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #000099; font-family: arial; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Trust (faith) in Jesus and His perfection allows us to take his hand and walk beside him on the water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #000099; font-family: arial; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #000099; font-family: arial; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Not that it is easy to live from moment to moment without doubt claiming us. It is as if we walk a mountain range, touching only the peaks of each mountain. Surly we cannot remain always at the peak. Yet I do think it is possible someday. Faith creates the grace that we are looking for. God, meanwhile, grows faith within us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: x-small;"&gt;[september 2007]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #000099; font-family: arial; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #000099; font-family: arial; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;This is like the problem of learning; [meanwhile there is work to be done. If the work is not done], the lesson--a thing of short-term memory--vanishes and must be reexperienced. This is because the lesson is spiritual, and spiritual things lack much physical substance. The brain cannot really store it in a memory. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #000099; font-family: arial; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #000099; font-family: arial; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The trick is to live so much in the "now" that spiritual experiences become a flow. Then one does not feel so tempted to try to hang onto the past spiritual experiences. I think it is like the story of Manna in Exodus. God gives us our daily bread and we use what we can and the rest rots away if we try to keep it for another day.&lt;br /&gt;The point is the fleetingness of spiritual contact — [therefore the need of work]. I have struggled with this fleetingness as I try to hang onto gifts God has graced me with. There may be a good feeling that comes with the experience and I may want to hang on to it. But if I try to do so, I cannot. In this sense, anything we do in a state of grace probably “obtains” us some fruit. The point though, is that we don’t—indeed can’t—retain this quality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #000099; font-family: arial; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #000099; font-family: arial; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;We CAN, though, get more of it simply by coming back to the present (in humility and all that, of course.)&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: x-small;"&gt;posted 4-1-2009 / published 2-28-2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Faith'/><author><name>estrella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07802262170769076733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V4Xhnk-oVhE/SdOKssSKCaI/AAAAAAAAAGk/7W4mYOTivng/s72-c/ocean.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2348214100237238912.post-1701599042628355077</id><published>2011-01-10T14:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T19:58:19.767-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yoga in everyday life'/><title type='text'>von guten Mächten wunderbar geborgen / today's prayer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;Von guten Mächten wunderbar  geborgen,&lt;br /&gt;erwarten wir getrost, was kommen mag.&lt;br /&gt;Gott ist bei uns am Abend  und am Morgen&lt;br /&gt;und ganz gewiss an jedem neuen Tag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: comic sans ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6600cc; font-style: italic;"&gt;By gracious powers so wonderfully  sheltered,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6600cc; font-style: italic;"&gt;and confidently waiting come what may,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6600cc; font-style: italic;"&gt;we know that God is with  us night and morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6600cc; font-style: italic;"&gt;and so is each and every day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Dietrich Bonhoeffer]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;[posted 1-10-2011]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2348214100237238912-1701599042628355077?l=path-to-home.blogspot.com' alt='' 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height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2348214100237238912.post-8926390223601750211</id><published>2010-07-29T08:50:00.010-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T11:24:02.767-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yoga in everyday life'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V4Xhnk-oVhE/TFGkbMCh3bI/AAAAAAAAAJE/Im3wDKxrAPA/s1600/P1363653.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499357406991343026" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V4Xhnk-oVhE/TFGkbMCh3bI/AAAAAAAAAJE/Im3wDKxrAPA/s400/P1363653.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 283px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Patience [Louis Capart] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It tastes good, this ripe fruit,&lt;br /&gt;of which we take a bite,&lt;br /&gt;and which, by all its wounds,&lt;br /&gt;at present is melting in our mouth&lt;br /&gt;We needed time,&lt;br /&gt;we needed years,&lt;br /&gt;before seeing one day in our field,&lt;br /&gt;blooming the branches of this tree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Life had said: patience!&lt;br /&gt;If you want to see paradise,&lt;br /&gt;You have to wait until tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, you wait in vain.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is eternity.&lt;br /&gt;I don't dare thinking of this,&lt;br /&gt;We're living such a short time&lt;br /&gt;That there is no instant to be wasted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's a beautiful innocence&lt;br /&gt;which makes man watch&lt;br /&gt;the rain giving birth to the seed&lt;br /&gt;and nature surprising him.&lt;br /&gt;Since so many years,&lt;br /&gt;in the same rhythm obstinately,&lt;br /&gt;earth, which has given so much of herself,&lt;br /&gt;learns to live slowly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Without any reward,&lt;br /&gt;it's possible that we feel cheated,&lt;br /&gt;that we regret our prudence&lt;br /&gt;at the end of a fulfilled life.&lt;br /&gt;We know, time will be needed&lt;br /&gt;When we begin again&lt;br /&gt;Will we then choose to be as slow&lt;br /&gt;like we are now in a hurry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;This would be a sad old age,&lt;br /&gt;when man like a wound&lt;br /&gt;discovers that his tree leaves him only&lt;br /&gt;an ill fruit merely ripe&lt;br /&gt;When we know the price of time&lt;br /&gt;We are never afraid of the years&lt;br /&gt;And the very last evening, in his field,&lt;br /&gt;Man plants other trees.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;But lets get back to that ripe fruit,&lt;br /&gt;of which we take a bite,&lt;br /&gt;and which, by all its wounds,&lt;br /&gt;at present is melting in our mouth&lt;br /&gt;We would not have had the crazy idea&lt;br /&gt;seeming impatient&lt;br /&gt;as to pick from this tree&lt;br /&gt;a blooming branch in spring time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It tasts good, this love,&lt;br /&gt;of which we take a bite,&lt;br /&gt;Even though it had not always been&lt;br /&gt;as deep as it is now,&lt;br /&gt;Time has been needed,&lt;br /&gt;Years have been needed,&lt;br /&gt;To see one day in our field,&lt;br /&gt;blooming love as deep as this one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Patience [Louis Capart] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Il a bon goût le fruit mûr&lt;br /&gt;Que nous croquons a pleines dents&lt;br /&gt;Et qui par toutes ses blessures&lt;br /&gt;Fond dans notre bouche à présent&lt;br /&gt;Il nous a fallu du temps&lt;br /&gt;Il nous a fallu des années&lt;br /&gt;Pour voir un jour dans notre champ&lt;br /&gt;Fleurir les branches du pommier.&lt;br /&gt;Refrain&lt;br /&gt;Patience avait dit la vie&lt;br /&gt;Si tu veux le paradis&lt;br /&gt;Tu dois attendre demain&lt;br /&gt;Peut-être attends-tu pour rien&lt;br /&gt;Demain c'est l'éternité&lt;br /&gt;Je n'ose pas y penser&lt;br /&gt;Nous vivons si peu de temps&lt;br /&gt;Qu'il ne faut pas perdre un Instant.&lt;br /&gt;C'est une belle innocence&lt;br /&gt;Qui pousse l'homme à regarder&lt;br /&gt;La pluie enfanter la semence&lt;br /&gt;Et la nature l'étonner.&lt;br /&gt;Depuis tant et tant d'années&lt;br /&gt;Au même rythme obstinément&lt;br /&gt;La terre qui a tant donné&lt;br /&gt;Apprend à vivre lentement.&lt;br /&gt;Sans la moindre récompense&lt;br /&gt;Il se peut que l'on soit trahi&lt;br /&gt;Que l'on regrette sa prudence&lt;br /&gt;Au terme d'une vie remplie&lt;br /&gt;On sait qu'il faudra du temps&lt;br /&gt;Au moment de recommencer&lt;br /&gt;Choisirons-nous d'être aussi lents&lt;br /&gt;Qu'aujourd'hui nous sommes pressés.&lt;br /&gt;C'est une triste vieillesse&lt;br /&gt;Quand l'homme comme une blessure&lt;br /&gt;Découvre que l'arbre lui laisse&lt;br /&gt;Un fruit malade à peine mûr&lt;br /&gt;Quand on sait le prix du temps&lt;br /&gt;On n'a jamais peur des années&lt;br /&gt;Et le dernier soir dans son champ&lt;br /&gt;L'homme plante d'autres pommiers.&lt;br /&gt;Revenons à ce fruit mûr&lt;br /&gt;Que nous croquons à pleines dents&lt;br /&gt;Et qui par toutes ses blessures&lt;br /&gt;Fond dans notre bouche a présent.&lt;br /&gt;Nous n'aurions pas eu l'idée&lt;br /&gt;Folle de paraître impatients&lt;br /&gt;D'aller cueillir sur le pommier&lt;br /&gt;La branche fleurie au printemps.&lt;br /&gt;Il a bon goût cet amour&lt;br /&gt;Que nous croquons a pleines dents&lt;br /&gt;Même s'il ne fut pas toujours&lt;br /&gt;Aussi fort qu'il est maintenant&lt;br /&gt;Il en a fallu du temps&lt;br /&gt;Il en a fallu des années&lt;br /&gt;Pour voir un jour dans notre champ&lt;br /&gt;Fleurir un amour aussi grand. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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title=''/><author><name>estrella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07802262170769076733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V4Xhnk-oVhE/TFGkbMCh3bI/AAAAAAAAAJE/Im3wDKxrAPA/s72-c/P1363653.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2348214100237238912.post-6009098409126507854</id><published>2010-06-24T08:38:00.037-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T11:24:02.768-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yoga in everyday life'/><title type='text'>Waiting for the miracle (Leonard Cohen - song)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V4Xhnk-oVhE/TCN-5I3gY5I/AAAAAAAAAI8/8SacJb_FpZU/s1600/gato_esp_n_crop.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 245px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486368291165332370" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V4Xhnk-oVhE/TCN-5I3gY5I/AAAAAAAAAI8/8SacJb_FpZU/s320/gato_esp_n_crop.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V4Xhnk-oVhE/TCN9v5vHXUI/AAAAAAAAAI0/9fjUIIzsf6A/s1600/gato_esp_b_crop.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 251px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486367032973155650" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V4Xhnk-oVhE/TCN9v5vHXUI/AAAAAAAAAI0/9fjUIIzsf6A/s320/gato_esp_b_crop.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Baby, I've been waiting,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've been waiting night and day.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I didn't see the time,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I waited half my life away.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There were lots of invitations&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and I know you sent me some,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but I was waiting for the miracle,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;for the miracle to come.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know you really loved me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but, you see, my hands were tied.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know it must have hurt you,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;it must have hurt your pride&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;to have to stand beneath my window&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;with your bugle and your drum,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and me I'm up there waiting&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;for the miracle, for the miracle to come.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ah I don't believe you'd like it,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You wouldn't like it here.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There ain't no entertainment&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and the judgements are severe.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Maestro says it's Mozart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but it sounds like bubble gum&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;when you're waiting&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;for the miracle, for the miracle to come.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Waiting for the miracle&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's nothing left to do.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I haven't been this happy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;since ?? ? ???.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nothing left to do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;when you know that you've been taken.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nothing left to do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;when you're begging for a crumb&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nothing left to do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;when you've got to go on waiting&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;waiting for the miracle to come.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I dreamed about you, baby.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It was just the other night.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Most of you was naked&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ah but some of you was light.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The sands of time were falling&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;from your fingers and your thumb,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and you were waiting&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;for the miracle, for the miracle to come&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ah baby, let's get married,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;we've been alone too long.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let's be alone together.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let's see if we're that strong.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yeah let's do something crazy,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;something absolutely wrong&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;while we're waiting&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;for the miracle, for the miracle to come.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nothing left to do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;when you know that you've been taken. ...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When they ask you how you're doing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;of course you'll say you can't complain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-- If you're squeezed for information,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;that's when you've got to play it dumb:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You just say you're out there waiting&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;for the miracle, for the miracle to come."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;[Leonard Cohen; co-written by Sharon Robinson]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;(mouse click on the title above leads to song on youtube)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;posted june 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2348214100237238912-6009098409126507854?l=path-to-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Zc_dgbCHs58' title='Waiting for the miracle (Leonard Cohen - song)'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://path-to-home.blogspot.com/feeds/6009098409126507854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2348214100237238912&amp;postID=6009098409126507854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348214100237238912/posts/default/6009098409126507854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348214100237238912/posts/default/6009098409126507854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://path-to-home.blogspot.com/2010/06/waiting-for-miracle.html' title='Waiting for the miracle (Leonard Cohen - song)'/><author><name>estrella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07802262170769076733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V4Xhnk-oVhE/TCN-5I3gY5I/AAAAAAAAAI8/8SacJb_FpZU/s72-c/gato_esp_n_crop.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2348214100237238912.post-3508300652659392331</id><published>2010-03-05T09:17:00.006-08:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T20:57:24.505-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song-lyrics'/><title type='text'>Amy McDonald's song - Mr Rock &amp; Roll</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V4Xhnk-oVhE/S5FqqCdpsKI/AAAAAAAAAIs/4hyst2UmHVM/s1600-h/streetview.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445250694915928226" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V4Xhnk-oVhE/S5FqqCdpsKI/AAAAAAAAAIs/4hyst2UmHVM/s400/streetview.JPG" style="display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 78%;"&gt;(click on the photo for a larger view&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 78%;"&gt;and (right)click on the title ("new tab")&amp;nbsp;to listen to it on YouTube)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"...and there's a happy ending&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Every single day..."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;...... and so it was august 16, 2010&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2348214100237238912-3508300652659392331?l=path-to-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wz8P5-CID5c' title='Amy McDonald&apos;s song - Mr Rock &amp; Roll'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://path-to-home.blogspot.com/feeds/3508300652659392331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2348214100237238912&amp;postID=3508300652659392331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348214100237238912/posts/default/3508300652659392331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348214100237238912/posts/default/3508300652659392331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://path-to-home.blogspot.com/2010/03/amy-mcdonalds-song-mr-rock-roll.html' title='Amy McDonald&apos;s song - Mr Rock &amp; Roll'/><author><name>estrella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07802262170769076733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V4Xhnk-oVhE/S5FqqCdpsKI/AAAAAAAAAIs/4hyst2UmHVM/s72-c/streetview.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2348214100237238912.post-2818456740726204039</id><published>2009-11-06T09:26:00.008-08:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T19:12:57.894-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C. J. Nichols texts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='David R. Hawkins'/><title type='text'>Book review: "Power vs Force" (Dr. D.R. Hawkins)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V4Xhnk-oVhE/SvRhad-A3iI/AAAAAAAAAIU/ywQPPtXHtCU/s1600-h/090211-6beach.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401048960473292322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V4Xhnk-oVhE/SvRhad-A3iI/AAAAAAAAAIU/ywQPPtXHtCU/s320/090211-6beach.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;A review of:&lt;br /&gt;Dr. David R. Hawkins: "Power vs Force"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;by: C.N., October 2007&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Power versus Force is about modern research into consciousness. It builds upon scientific muscle testing such as you may have experienced with practitioners of any of a variety of holistic medicines. In repeatable and double blind studies, it establishes a scale of consciousness. This (non-linear) scale extends from 0 to 1000. Here is a sample of the levels and their associated measures:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;20 Shame: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;This is close to death. It corresponds with the emotion of humiliation. It can arise form childhood abuse such as sexual molestation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;30 Guilt: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;This corresponds with the emotion of blame and associates with a process of destruction. At this level, people are victims. This is merely a function of low consciousness. At this level, one does not see sufficiently to be in control. Cruelty is common.&lt;br /&gt;50 Apathy: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;This corresponds with abdication and despair. Poverty and hopelessness often accompany it. The apathetic are felt as "heavy" and are often a burden on those around them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;75 Grief: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;Regret, despondency are found here&lt;br /&gt;100 Fear, anxiety and withdrawal.&lt;br /&gt;125 Desire:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;This is where Buddha thought all suffering began. It corresponds with cravings and with the enslavement that results.&lt;br /&gt;150 Anger:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;Hate and aggression are found here, but anger can also be good when it is not violent and makes one take a "I'm not taking it anymore" attitude. Interestingly, it may be the best way up from shame and guilt (and this insight helps us understand the value of a scale like this!)&lt;br /&gt;175 Pride:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;Usually considered a positive thing, it is still below the dividing line (more about this later) of 200, which separates the generally negative from the generally positive. Pride runs the US Marines very well. But the downside of price is the potential for the fall. Pride must therefore be defensive and is always vulnerable. Pride can also scorn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;-----------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;200 Courage:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;All before this level concerns primarily the self. Here begins selflessness. One must have courage to gain entrance to the higher states of consciousness. Courage begins empowerment. Here we begin to understand the book's title: force is what emanates from lower energy states, but from courage up there exists real power. Power puts more into the world than it takes out, unlike force which sucks (in a literal sense.)&lt;br /&gt;250 Neutrality:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;This corresponds with trust and a certain kind of release. We see a radically different way of perceiving the world evolving here.&lt;br /&gt;310 Willingness:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;Here we find commitment to live life as it comes at us. Willingness brings optimism. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;350 Acceptance:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;Here a major transformation occurs. We are forgiving and find ourselves the source and creator of our life experience. Our energy is sufficiently positive that healing may occur.&lt;br /&gt;400 Reason:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;Picture Einstien. Non-surface Understanding and abstraction come here. But all is not rosy. This level contains a deadly trap. In our success, we may analyse the parts but forget the whole. Beware forgetting the heart.&lt;br /&gt;500 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;Love:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;Both reverence and revelation come here. This is not low level love that is really need and masks anger, should our need go unmet (a 150-level state.) Rather, this is the level of discernment of the essence of things. We have the beginning of intuition transcending reason. 540 Joy:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;Serenity and completeness are here. One runs the risk of becoming a hermit.&lt;br /&gt;600-1000:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;This is the level of saints and great teachers. At this level there is always some constructive work which benefits the whole of mankind. It may be done anonymously.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Power, as Hawkins explains it, is a fractal factor of creation. Specifically, it is an effect of a strong attractor.&lt;br /&gt;The book then goes on to explain success, happiness, spiritual insight, health, and many more things as simple consequences of alignment with strong attractors while the opposites, failure, misery, spiritual blindness, disease and many more things as just as simple consequences of alignment with weak attractors (energy fields.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alignment is a matter of attitude and of what is REALLY important to us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2348214100237238912-2818456740726204039?l=path-to-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://path-to-home.blogspot.com/feeds/2818456740726204039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2348214100237238912&amp;postID=2818456740726204039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348214100237238912/posts/default/2818456740726204039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348214100237238912/posts/default/2818456740726204039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://path-to-home.blogspot.com/2009/11/book-review-power-vs-force-dr-dr.html' title='Book review: &quot;Power vs Force&quot; (Dr. D.R. Hawkins)'/><author><name>estrella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07802262170769076733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V4Xhnk-oVhE/SvRhad-A3iI/AAAAAAAAAIU/ywQPPtXHtCU/s72-c/090211-6beach.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2348214100237238912.post-1846372758687177146</id><published>2009-10-25T03:09:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T03:14:26.951-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><title type='text'>...an old birthday card........</title><content type='html'>~ chinese proverb~&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V4Xhnk-oVhE/SuQkWVv2mtI/AAAAAAAAAHc/aF20zZE5KrM/s1600-h/chin+proverb+600x880T22-.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396478219710274258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 273px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V4Xhnk-oVhE/SuQkWVv2mtI/AAAAAAAAAHc/aF20zZE5KrM/s400/chin+proverb+600x880T22-.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.........dedicated to my best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2348214100237238912-1846372758687177146?l=path-to-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://path-to-home.blogspot.com/feeds/1846372758687177146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2348214100237238912&amp;postID=1846372758687177146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348214100237238912/posts/default/1846372758687177146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348214100237238912/posts/default/1846372758687177146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://path-to-home.blogspot.com/2009/10/old-birthday-card.html' title='...an old birthday card........'/><author><name>estrella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07802262170769076733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V4Xhnk-oVhE/SuQkWVv2mtI/AAAAAAAAAHc/aF20zZE5KrM/s72-c/chin+proverb+600x880T22-.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2348214100237238912.post-3083180763468771823</id><published>2009-10-17T07:04:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T11:24:02.769-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yoga in everyday life'/><title type='text'>No indifference [pas l'indifférence]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V4Xhnk-oVhE/StnPfTi1s4I/AAAAAAAAAHU/NSPLcKEL_R4/s1600-h/pas+l%27indifference50%25text.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393570165482173314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V4Xhnk-oVhE/StnPfTi1s4I/AAAAAAAAAHU/NSPLcKEL_R4/s400/pas+l%27indifference50%25text.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;No Indifference --- [Jean-Jacques Goldman 1981]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;I'll accept the pain,&lt;br /&gt;I'll accept the fear,&lt;br /&gt;I know the consequences,&lt;br /&gt;and bear the tears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;I accept whatever the cost&lt;br /&gt;all the worst of the best&lt;br /&gt;I'll take the tears and the doubts,&lt;br /&gt;and risk all harm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;[chorus] All, but no indifference&lt;br /&gt;all, but no elapsing time&lt;br /&gt;with days all alike&lt;br /&gt;colorless days without zest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;And I'll learn the pain&lt;br /&gt;And I'll learn the hurt&lt;br /&gt;For the pleasure of a presence,&lt;br /&gt;For a whispering.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;I'll learn the meaning of phrases&lt;br /&gt;The warmth of words,&lt;br /&gt;I swear I won't be a "good child" anymore,&lt;br /&gt;I promise to be foolish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;[chorus]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;I'll give ten years for a look&lt;br /&gt;I'll give castles and palaces for a rail track&lt;br /&gt;A piece of life for all comfort,&lt;br /&gt;A lot of certainties for still being able to desire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;I'll trade dead years for a bit of life,&lt;br /&gt;I'll be searching for the key to any freakiness&lt;br /&gt;I'll take all tickets to all possible journeys,&lt;br /&gt;Go anywhere  changing environment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Erasing all absent hours,&lt;br /&gt;Painting all in new colors&lt;br /&gt;All those lying souls&lt;br /&gt;And who are smiling with tears in their eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w8ER1olb0_s"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w8ER1olb0_s&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2348214100237238912-3083180763468771823?l=path-to-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://path-to-home.blogspot.com/feeds/3083180763468771823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2348214100237238912&amp;postID=3083180763468771823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348214100237238912/posts/default/3083180763468771823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348214100237238912/posts/default/3083180763468771823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://path-to-home.blogspot.com/2009/10/no-indifference-jean-jacques-goldman.html' title='No indifference [pas l&apos;indifférence]'/><author><name>estrella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07802262170769076733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V4Xhnk-oVhE/StnPfTi1s4I/AAAAAAAAAHU/NSPLcKEL_R4/s72-c/pas+l%27indifference50%25text.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2348214100237238912.post-3325625631216606001</id><published>2009-06-06T06:58:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T11:24:02.770-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yoga in everyday life'/><title type='text'>The Secret and Universal Teacher seated in the hearts</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span&gt; Sri Aurobindo on the "&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Inner Teacher&lt;/span&gt;" and the "word within"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Nothing can be taught to the  mind which is not already concealed as potential knowledge in the unfolding soul  of the creature. So also all perfection of which the  outer man is capable, is only a realising of the eternal perfection of the  Spirit within him. We know the Divine and become the Divine, because we are That  already in our secret nature. All teaching is a revealing, all becoming is an  unfolding. Self-attainment is the secret; self-knowledge and an increasing  consciousness are the means and the process.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The usual agency of this revealing is  the Word, the thing heard (śruta). The Word may come to us from within; it may  come to us from without. But in either case, it is only an agency for setting  the hidden knowledge to work. The word within  may be the utterance of the inmost soul in us which is always open to the  Divine; or it may be the word of the secret and universal Teacher who is seated  in the hearts of all. There are rare cases in which  none other is needed, for all the rest of the Yoga is an unfolding under that  constant touch and guidance; the lotus of the knowledge discloses itself from  within by the power of irradiating effulgence which proceeds from the Dweller in  the lotus of the heart. Great indeed, but few are those to whom self-knowledge  from within is thus sufficient and who do not need to pass under the dominant  influence of a written book or a living teacher. &lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(&lt;i style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;The Synthesis of  Yoga&lt;/i&gt;, Page: 54)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2348214100237238912-3325625631216606001?l=path-to-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://path-to-home.blogspot.com/feeds/3325625631216606001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2348214100237238912&amp;postID=3325625631216606001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348214100237238912/posts/default/3325625631216606001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348214100237238912/posts/default/3325625631216606001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://path-to-home.blogspot.com/2009/06/secret-and-universal-teacher-seated-in.html' title='The Secret and Universal Teacher seated in the hearts'/><author><name>estrella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07802262170769076733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2348214100237238912.post-8939673124899374068</id><published>2009-04-15T08:52:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T19:12:57.895-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yoga in everyday life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C. J. Nichols texts'/><title type='text'>Our Inner Teacher</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V4Xhnk-oVhE/SeYFbzo1heI/AAAAAAAAAGs/8KGKIKHhstQ/s1600-h/light.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 235px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V4Xhnk-oVhE/SeYFbzo1heI/AAAAAAAAAGs/8KGKIKHhstQ/s320/light.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324949584688285154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Estrangelo Edessa;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);font-family:Estrangelo Edessa;" &gt;-Getting  things right-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Estrangelo Edessa;"&gt;All human beings are drawn to  reexperience spiritual mistakes so that they might correct the error and become  spiritually perfect. This is why conversations replay in our head, sometimes.   We have the opportunity to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;look at ourselves&lt;/span&gt;, most often to the hatred we  participated in. Too often though, we look at the others and then find  ourselves physically repeating the experience as well.  We are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;driven&lt;/span&gt; to get  things right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Estrangelo Edessa;"&gt;Listening to oneself is a very  healing thing.  Something enters us from the spiritual realm - often  experienced as "aha!"  This is the basic agent of personal transformation. It is  said, "You shall know the truth and the truth will set you  free." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Estrangelo Edessa;"&gt;It is really a voluntary process. A  person gets to choose.  We either respond to truth or to lies (or, for a while,  to a mix.)  Response to truth loosens us from compulsions.  Response to lies  tightens our bondage. Truth will deliver us simply by the love (and love of  truth itself) it instills.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Estrangelo Edessa;"&gt;Man is intended to be a natural  being, and ultimately, God is in control, not us.  We need to work &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;with&lt;/span&gt; that and  not work &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;around&lt;/span&gt; it. Patience is merely a divine tool to refine &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ourselves&lt;/span&gt; (and by  example to hold up a light for those around to follow, if they  will.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Estrangelo Edessa;"&gt;* * *  *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);font-family:Estrangelo Edessa;" &gt;&lt;u&gt;Our  Inner teacher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Estrangelo Edessa;"&gt;We have an internal guide and there  is no inherent barrier to character improvement after adulthood.  So obtain a  little internal quietness in some chance moment of solitude and observe what  lies within.  Images and concepts (not words - forget the words if they are  present, they are byproducts of memories of interactions with mankind and not  the stuff of spirit) will present themselves.  This is your Internal Teacher at  work.  It coordinates the experiences of a lifetime and presents them in the  best order to peel back the onion of your life's wrong growth.  What will be  left will be golden. It will be you in your purest form, with the pollution of  past trauma securely removed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Estrangelo Edessa;"&gt;Do you know how to be still?   This may also help.  It is both a source of better observation as well as a  wellspring of patience/love.  Perhaps I should also mention that while in an  inner state of stillness, Revelation happens.  Observe in a state of inner  stillness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Estrangelo Edessa;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;How  do we approach problems?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Estrangelo Edessa;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me use my experience as a computer trouble-shooter to  illustrate.  Many will look at a cursor that no longer moves on the screen and  they will say, "The mouse no longer works."  But this is a subtle lack of  objectivity.  Really, what we see is, "The cursor no longer moves."  To jump  from this observation to the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;conclusion&lt;/span&gt; that it is the mouse is to mix up  observational discernment with judgment -- something that crosses a fine line we  should not cross.  And when we jump to this conclusion, we act as if we could  know (like God knows) just by seeing.  But we cannot.  And when we overreach  like this, we create a little dream world where reality does not touch.  It  really might not be a mouse problem.  But we are focused on the mouse and  completely helpless to solve the problem because of our fixation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All  problems that we cannot solve are like this.  We know &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;too much&lt;/span&gt; (much that we  don't really know at all.)  It makes us lack humility.  It separates us from the  possibility of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; knowing.  We lack inner stillness as we are moved to  fiddle with the computer mouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead, we need to come empty to the  problem.  Empty is the truth.  We do not know.  We may see partial truths - it  could be the mouse, or the bios, mouse drive, the OS or the application  program.  But we do not jump on possibilities without testing it.  In this way,  we test truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we come back to the need to observe from a state of  inner stillness.  In this state, you might also gain direct divine insight into  how to resolve this problem. -- you go directly to The Source of all  Understanding, instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;Understanding&lt;/span&gt; is Under  Standing, where we find our proper relationship of nothingness in relation to  God's All.  (Remembering the truth that we do not know.)  There we Stand Under  His influence - His will being our goal, trusting in His Goodness that our  problem has a solution within His Will. In seeking the stillness within us, we  connect with the Infinite Axle around which all things turn.  We approach Him  who sits at the still center of everything.  And He will bless this approach  with an influx of wisdom.  We literally feel energy flowing within us (and by  this hallmark, we know for certain that we have found inner stillness - a tree  of life no longer denied us and a Source that makes a tree of knowledge  unnecessary because we become inspired.  We connect with the fallacy of Adam's  choice of knowledge instead of insight and we experience why knowledge can never  substitute for Him in our lives.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No doubt this sounds deep.  But it is a  simple, personal thing that may easily be found in humility.  It is the &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;natural  state of man&lt;/span&gt;. It releases you from worldly authorities.  Less and less do you  look outside.  More and more will you look inwardly.  We become childlike--for  surly children are not looking outside!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Estrangelo Edessa;"&gt;* * * *  *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Estrangelo Edessa;"&gt;- &lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 128, 128);"&gt;Do you think  we lose the Inner Teacher we had as children? I think of Inner Teacher as being  a sort of intuitive process, not something based on education. In fact, I think  education may encourage us to not listen to our Inner Teacher. We spend too much  time reasoning about things instead of trusting the Inner Voice that guides us.  ++&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Estrangelo Edessa;"&gt;- Yes, I definitely think we  may &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lose touch&lt;/span&gt; with our inner teacher (but we &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt; actually &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lose&lt;/span&gt; the Inner  Teacher.)  The Inner Teacher has many names.  It can be called knowing, as in  when we know something, not in words, and with great confidence.  It can take  the form of what immediately precedes an "aha" experience.  The confidence, with  which we know, is key to understanding various spiritual words describing this  same phenomena. "Confidence" comes from Latin prefix "con" meaning with and the  Latin root fidelias meaning faith.  So confidence is a thing with (inner) faith.  Some refer to this inner knowing as conscience or the holy spirit.  If you are  Christian, you know that it is said that Christ sent a teacher in the form of  the Holy Spirit at the Pentecost.  And it is further said that in His children,  God writes His laws in their (our) hearts.  The faith that accompanies the  confidence in our inner knowing is spiritual faith of the sort spoken of when  people say we must have faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As children, we become exposed to stress  and stress alone gives us post traumatic responses to stress.  These make us  externally motivated (instead of our natural, inner motivated) creatures.  This  also tends to insert into our inner being a component that is foreign in nature  to us.  We perceive this as an identity.  If we are very lost, we may think this  identity is us. Instead, we simply have lost touch with our real being.  It  happens to everyone in a stronger or milder form.  All must find their way on  this narrow path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But because of the Inner Teacher, it is also an easy  path.  So easy, sometimes, that it is hard.  We look everywhere for answers and  fail to notice them right under our noses (in our heart.)  It is a beautiful  thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as we regain some contact with this Inner Teacher, now with  some consciousness, we become the culmination of little children that we still  are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Estrangelo Edessa;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;[C.N., May and June 2006 + February  2007   /  ++ anonymous]&lt;br /&gt;Posted: April 15, 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Estrangelo Edessa;"&gt;---------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2348214100237238912-8939673124899374068?l=path-to-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://path-to-home.blogspot.com/feeds/8939673124899374068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2348214100237238912&amp;postID=8939673124899374068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348214100237238912/posts/default/8939673124899374068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348214100237238912/posts/default/8939673124899374068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://path-to-home.blogspot.com/2009/04/our-inner-teacher.html' title='Our Inner Teacher'/><author><name>estrella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07802262170769076733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V4Xhnk-oVhE/SeYFbzo1heI/AAAAAAAAAGs/8KGKIKHhstQ/s72-c/light.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2348214100237238912.post-6252594550860594601</id><published>2009-02-24T12:34:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T11:24:02.772-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yoga in everyday life'/><title type='text'>"dust"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V4Xhnk-oVhE/SaRaLaEBMNI/AAAAAAAAAGc/HslcFUA3k20/s1600-h/xyz.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306465412970524882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 335px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V4Xhnk-oVhE/SaRaLaEBMNI/AAAAAAAAAGc/HslcFUA3k20/s400/xyz.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; [anonymous]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;posted: Feb 24, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2348214100237238912-6252594550860594601?l=path-to-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://path-to-home.blogspot.com/feeds/6252594550860594601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2348214100237238912&amp;postID=6252594550860594601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348214100237238912/posts/default/6252594550860594601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348214100237238912/posts/default/6252594550860594601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://path-to-home.blogspot.com/2009/02/existence.html' title='&quot;dust&quot;'/><author><name>estrella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07802262170769076733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V4Xhnk-oVhE/SaRaLaEBMNI/AAAAAAAAAGc/HslcFUA3k20/s72-c/xyz.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2348214100237238912.post-4659776012113523914</id><published>2009-02-10T09:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T11:24:02.773-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yoga in everyday life'/><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V4Xhnk-oVhE/SZG_UsaOhZI/AAAAAAAAAGU/uzflE5IZKNY/s1600-h/PICT0014text+times22i.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301228598631237010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V4Xhnk-oVhE/SZG_UsaOhZI/AAAAAAAAAGU/uzflE5IZKNY/s320/PICT0014text+times22i.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; [anonymous, posted 02/10/2009]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2348214100237238912-4659776012113523914?l=path-to-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://path-to-home.blogspot.com/feeds/4659776012113523914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2348214100237238912&amp;postID=4659776012113523914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348214100237238912/posts/default/4659776012113523914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348214100237238912/posts/default/4659776012113523914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://path-to-home.blogspot.com/2009/02/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>estrella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07802262170769076733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V4Xhnk-oVhE/SZG_UsaOhZI/AAAAAAAAAGU/uzflE5IZKNY/s72-c/PICT0014text+times22i.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2348214100237238912.post-4796119012695553779</id><published>2009-01-27T09:25:00.005-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T16:10:06.500-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yoga in everyday life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song-lyrics'/><title type='text'>"Lord, I want to know..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rIMJKVZqbbU/TqH2nS5pczI/AAAAAAAAAKM/FCVeYSsbeAs/s1600/Lord+I+wanna+know.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="270" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rIMJKVZqbbU/TqH2nS5pczI/AAAAAAAAAKM/FCVeYSsbeAs/s400/Lord+I+wanna+know.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #663366; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;"&lt;span style="color: #000066;"&gt;Lord, I wanna know...&lt;br /&gt;if I put my trust in you, Lord,&lt;br /&gt;would you tell me which way to go, Lord,&lt;br /&gt;would you show me which way to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, I wanna believe...&lt;br /&gt;if I give my soul to you, Lord,&lt;br /&gt;would you tell me how to believe, Lord,&lt;br /&gt;would you show me how to believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, I never could see...&lt;br /&gt;but if I look up to you, Lord,&lt;br /&gt;would you open my eyes for me, Lord,&lt;br /&gt;would you open my eyes for me.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: arial; font-size: 78%;"&gt;[In order to listen to that song,&amp;nbsp;recorded on an audio-cassette from a radio-program in a very bad quality way back in the year 1972 .. click on the title above.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #088a08; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;To observe his uninhibited play&lt;br /&gt;In stillness total and quiet stay&lt;br /&gt;Utter no word nor breathe a sound&lt;br /&gt;For he hides himself with you around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999; font-size: 78%;"&gt;anonymous &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999; font-size: 78%;"&gt;Posted on: 2009/1/26 4:48 EST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999; font-size: 78%;"&gt;[January 27, 2009]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2348214100237238912-4796119012695553779?l=path-to-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HuwoqaDe-DI' title='&quot;Lord, I want to know...&quot;'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://path-to-home.blogspot.com/feeds/4796119012695553779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2348214100237238912&amp;postID=4796119012695553779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348214100237238912/posts/default/4796119012695553779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348214100237238912/posts/default/4796119012695553779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://path-to-home.blogspot.com/2009/01/lord-i-want-to-know.html' title='&quot;Lord, I want to know...&quot;'/><author><name>estrella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07802262170769076733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rIMJKVZqbbU/TqH2nS5pczI/AAAAAAAAAKM/FCVeYSsbeAs/s72-c/Lord+I+wanna+know.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2348214100237238912.post-3517311740903166813</id><published>2008-12-22T09:55:00.010-08:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T19:12:57.895-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yoga in everyday life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C. J. Nichols texts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sri Aurobindo - quotes'/><title type='text'>Truth</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V4Xhnk-oVhE/SU_Xw3_nbYI/AAAAAAAAAFc/pu0luO5K9Tw/s1600-h/double-tree.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282678122593348994" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right; width: 233px; height: 320px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V4Xhnk-oVhE/SU_Xw3_nbYI/AAAAAAAAAFc/pu0luO5K9Tw/s320/double-tree.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"- Truth is hard to find because of apparent contradictions, so you have to search for it."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:Trebuchet MS;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"-  Thank God, truth is not hard to find! It swirls around us and is in everything, there for us to connect with. Contradictions are illusions that result from flawed paradigms and from non-truths which we have grasped as true - usually because of some pressure to do so. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this I am not contradicting the above, - I see what (truth) is said here. And this is one of the most beautiful truths - that the yardstick by which we recognize truth lies within us and is an integral part of us, guiding us. Truth is easy to find because we have only to allow this guide to direct our attention. This is true observation. Realization results. Anyone who looks for Truth and writes (about) truths, would be very displeased when his words are used to pressure others into accepting something which - though perhaps "true" - yet is not the complete truth which we are only capable of grasping through our own inquiry. To use words this way is to fail to understand the depth of real truths.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The truth is that truths do not express well in words - truth being the food on which our souls feast. Words are too thin and pasty to sustain our soul. Truths cannot be confined within the bounds of mere words. So my words (and everyone else's who is searching for Truth) merely contain hints of the truth. That is all that words can do. For myself, I find little difficulty discovering truths even among words designed to deceive (as for example in most political speech.) But my delight with truth is often so direct and great that I am not motivated to wonder at the moment of realization whether some speaker of words, himself understands the truths that I have just discovered.&lt;br /&gt;What is the point? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Am I going to revere the messenger more than the message? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Or do I imagine that I have some divine mission to speak against lies when truth is so easy to find for those who will sincerely look for it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;-- Ah, there is a difficulty! For if I succeed, how will I fend off all those who will begin to look on me with the reverence more properly reserved for truth (and that within us that is the true revealer of truth.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Let us then enjoy truth."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[C.N., December 2008]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;----------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;"A strong one-sided truth, when set forth as the whole truth,  creates a strong light but also a strong confusion; for the very strength of its  element of truth increases the strength of its element of error&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[Sri Aurobindo]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;posted: December 22, 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2348214100237238912-3517311740903166813?l=path-to-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://path-to-home.blogspot.com/feeds/3517311740903166813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2348214100237238912&amp;postID=3517311740903166813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348214100237238912/posts/default/3517311740903166813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348214100237238912/posts/default/3517311740903166813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://path-to-home.blogspot.com/2008/12/truth.html' title='Truth'/><author><name>estrella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07802262170769076733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V4Xhnk-oVhE/SU_Xw3_nbYI/AAAAAAAAAFc/pu0luO5K9Tw/s72-c/double-tree.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2348214100237238912.post-8904505470956683164</id><published>2008-11-01T08:01:00.028-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T11:24:02.775-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yoga in everyday life'/><title type='text'>Patience</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V4Xhnk-oVhE/SQxwgYv4JjI/AAAAAAAAAEY/FRk_b4Ipk68/s1600-h/far.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263705766190655026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 242px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V4Xhnk-oVhE/SQxwgYv4JjI/AAAAAAAAAEY/FRk_b4Ipk68/s320/far.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Patience is&lt;br /&gt;- to endure which is on the way&lt;br /&gt;- to be able to (a)wait&lt;br /&gt;- to be able to love.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Love is long-suffering and kind;&lt;br /&gt;it rejoices in the truth&lt;br /&gt;bears all things,&lt;br /&gt;hopes all things,&lt;br /&gt;endures all things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love never fails; but whether there be prophecies, they shall fail;&lt;br /&gt;whether there be knowledge, it shall vanish away. For we know in part and we prophesy in part.&lt;br /&gt;But when that which is perfect is come, then that which is imperfect shall come to an end.&lt;br /&gt;For now we see through a mirror, darkly; but then face to face.&lt;br /&gt;Now I know in part; but then shall I know even as also I am known.&lt;br /&gt;And now abide faith, hope, love, these three; but the greatest of these is love."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[the Bible, 1Corinthians - Chapter 13]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-----------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;October 31, 2008&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2348214100237238912-8904505470956683164?l=path-to-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://path-to-home.blogspot.com/feeds/8904505470956683164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2348214100237238912&amp;postID=8904505470956683164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348214100237238912/posts/default/8904505470956683164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348214100237238912/posts/default/8904505470956683164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://path-to-home.blogspot.com/2008/11/patience-is-to-endure-which-is-on-way.html' title='Patience'/><author><name>estrella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07802262170769076733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V4Xhnk-oVhE/SQxwgYv4JjI/AAAAAAAAAEY/FRk_b4Ipk68/s72-c/far.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2348214100237238912.post-3568500095479388130</id><published>2008-10-28T03:25:00.011-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T11:24:02.776-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yoga in everyday life'/><title type='text'>Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V4Xhnk-oVhE/SQdJcIhvTPI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/9K34_hpuhGw/s1600-h/treppe.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262255437279874290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 231px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V4Xhnk-oVhE/SQdJcIhvTPI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/9K34_hpuhGw/s320/treppe.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Time in the abstract may cloud the issue. In a sense, everything we are is here, now. Time is a stage upon which the drama of what we are plays out. In a sense, we don't fully know what/who we are until the play ends. But whatever reveals itself in the end is what was there in the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;...the Perfect Father will be found in the Present rather than in memories or dreams...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;[C.N.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;As we look into the past, ‘time’ hides the details that can only be found in this moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[N.G.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;"But do not forget this one thing, that one day is with the Lord as a thousand years, and a thousand years as one day."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[the Bible, 2 Peter Chapter 3.8]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;The disciples say to Jesus: "Tell us what our end will be." Jesus says: "Have you then deciphered the beginning, that you ask about the end? For where the beginning is, there shall be the end. Blessed is the man who reaches the beginning; he will know the end, and will not taste death!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[Gospel of Thomas]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;-----------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;October 28, 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2348214100237238912-3568500095479388130?l=path-to-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://path-to-home.blogspot.com/feeds/3568500095479388130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2348214100237238912&amp;postID=3568500095479388130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348214100237238912/posts/default/3568500095479388130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348214100237238912/posts/default/3568500095479388130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://path-to-home.blogspot.com/2008/10/time.html' title='Time'/><author><name>estrella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07802262170769076733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V4Xhnk-oVhE/SQdJcIhvTPI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/9K34_hpuhGw/s72-c/treppe.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2348214100237238912.post-6796923343213556888</id><published>2008-10-12T12:50:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T19:12:57.896-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yoga in everyday life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C. J. Nichols texts'/><title type='text'>Knowledge, Uncertainty, Humility &amp; Doubt</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V4Xhnk-oVhE/SPJWgoF8EdI/AAAAAAAAAEI/27-8Z329BHQ/s1600-h/baum_katze_tr%3D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256358833612919250" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V4Xhnk-oVhE/SPJWgoF8EdI/AAAAAAAAAEI/27-8Z329BHQ/s320/baum_katze_tr%3D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;style type="text/css"&gt;  &lt;!--   @page { size: 21cm 29.7cm; margin: 2cm }   P { margin-bottom: 0.21cm }  --&gt;  &lt;/style&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0cm; COLOR: rgb(153,0,0); FONT-STYLE: italic; FONT-FAMILY: georgia"&gt;"There are two spiritual basis for belief systems. One is natural and grows out of who a person is -- from the inside. The other is unnatural and has been plastered over the original nature and held there through pressure. In the unnatural system, simple truths threaten to unstick what is held in by pressure. Truths, then, are an enemy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0cm; COLOR: rgb(153,0,0); FONT-STYLE: italic; FONT-FAMILY: georgia"&gt;As I see it, it is very black and white. There is reality, and everything else is dreamy to one degree or another. There is knowing within reality, and there is the unknown to us (because of our lack of intimacy with it or because it was only a dream.) It is important to understand precisely where the dividing line is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0cm; COLOR: rgb(153,0,0); FONT-STYLE: italic; FONT-FAMILY: georgia"&gt;Sometimes we may be tempted to "go beyond ourselves" to embrace what we don't really know. This may seem necessary because of some ambition that we have. But this moment of choice is our test of humility. Will we be content with the knowing that the Holy Spirit (that is, the inner teacher) has brought to us -- which is sufficient for us -- or will we judge God's sufficiency to be insufficient and cross that "line of humility" to embrace the unknown as if it were a known. This is the trying of our spirit -- a moment where we deepen our commitment to what is good and right or where we abandon it out of some negative emotion (like fear or greed, etc.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now nothing I've said above should be taken as a rejection of science. We may have "an inkling" that something works a particular way, and our inner inspiration makes us cognizant of the opportunity to test the idea in the arena of reality through some experiment. But embarking on such science does not have to be done by embracing the truth of the yet-unproved conclusion. I am patient, I wait for the clarity that can arise out of such experiments (which could also be called intimacy with reality.) I do not know until I know by the light of Truth shining from inside out onto the experience. The ring of truth seals it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0cm; COLOR: rgb(153,0,0); FONT-STYLE: italic; FONT-FAMILY: georgia"&gt;There is little room for (or use for) doubt in this way. There is knowing, then there is unknowing. Both are matters of certainty. I know that I know, and for the unknown, I know that I don't know. Doubt plays no role. This leaves no room for confusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncertainty, of course, is just unknowing -- but for most they will experience it with an added tension which comes from adding the judgment that "they ought to know" or "need to know" to the unknowing. The tension comes from the separation from God that is inherent in such judgment. There is a discipline of humility that eases this tension, reducing uncertainty to mere unknowing and repairing the "polarity" problem which moved one away from God, causing the unbearable tension often associated with uncertainty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we learn by finding the line between knowing and unknowing, then yearning in the soul to understand. The yearning somehow speaks directly to God, who fills us. Words will not do the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, you see, all the old truisms come together here.&lt;br /&gt;- Seek and you will find&lt;br /&gt;- You shall know (be intimate with) the Truth and the truth will set you free&lt;br /&gt;- I will send the Holy Spirit to write the doctrine in your hearts&lt;br /&gt;- Those who preserve their (selfish way of) life will lose it, but those who will give up their (selfish way of) life will find the life everlasting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add your own favorite to the list. The mark of the Creator is all around you. Love is the answer - but love that transmits, originating with God, through the clear lens of human, purified heart.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0cm; COLOR: rgb(153,0,0); FONT-STYLE: italic; FONT-FAMILY: georgia"&gt;We must act on the truths that we see, not those that we don't see.&lt;br /&gt;This is fundamental and paramount. We must also develop the humility of inaction in the face of our unknowing. Practicing this in everyday circumstances brings one to understand that both represent a commitment to the guiding inner spirit. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0cm; COLOR: rgb(153,0,0); FONT-STYLE: italic; FONT-FAMILY: georgia"&gt;Neither of us has any superiority over any others on the journey. Indeed, the superiority we sometimes have over those not on the journey only happens because of how they themselves put themselves down. Human dignity of all and basic humility reign supreme. The only Superior is the Inner Spirit--sometimes called the Holy Spirit - which is our teacher." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[C.N., in June and August 2002]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;----------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;October 12, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Doubt'/><author><name>estrella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07802262170769076733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V4Xhnk-oVhE/SPJWgoF8EdI/AAAAAAAAAEI/27-8Z329BHQ/s72-c/baum_katze_tr%3D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2348214100237238912.post-1141105396194412181</id><published>2008-10-08T09:56:00.009-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T11:24:02.778-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yoga in everyday life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sri Aurobindo - quotes'/><title type='text'>Under Time and Conditions</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V4Xhnk-oVhE/SOznXYmKcyI/AAAAAAAAAEA/zrwBGCCsubU/s1600-h/boat%3D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254829254160053026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V4Xhnk-oVhE/SOznXYmKcyI/AAAAAAAAAEA/zrwBGCCsubU/s320/boat%3D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(153,51,0)"&gt; "In Brahman there is no effort.&lt;br /&gt;He wills and His Will spontaneously produces its effect.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(153,51,0)"&gt;But it produces it in time, space and causality. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(153,51,0)"&gt;To demand a result now here and under given conditions is Ajnanam = ignorance by will to do it by oneself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(153,51,0)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Care not about time, space or conditions; but will, and leave the result to God.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(153,51,0)"&gt;Nothing but God exists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adopt the attitude I have described here and apply it to every individual act or attitude.&lt;br /&gt;You have nothing else to do.&lt;br /&gt;Be not troubled,&lt;br /&gt;be not anxious,&lt;br /&gt;be not in haste,&lt;br /&gt;you have all eternity before you, ...................why be in haste?&lt;br /&gt;Only do not be apathetic or dull, neither idly waste your time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;[adapted from: "automatic writings" in: "records of Yoga", Sri Aurobindo]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;October 08, 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2348214100237238912-1141105396194412181?l=path-to-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://path-to-home.blogspot.com/feeds/1141105396194412181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2348214100237238912&amp;postID=1141105396194412181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348214100237238912/posts/default/1141105396194412181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348214100237238912/posts/default/1141105396194412181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://path-to-home.blogspot.com/2008/10/in-brahman-there-is-no-effort.html' title='Under Time and Conditions'/><author><name>estrella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07802262170769076733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V4Xhnk-oVhE/SOznXYmKcyI/AAAAAAAAAEA/zrwBGCCsubU/s72-c/boat%3D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2348214100237238912.post-2132293951395611174</id><published>2008-08-18T13:13:00.013-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T11:00:46.932-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yoga in everyday life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song-lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Serge Lama'/><title type='text'>"Mon ami - mon maître" [Serge Lama]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S-cz299NdXc/TWQv400vx1I/AAAAAAAAAJk/kNGz4BMNPZw/s1600/blog+alllayers.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="64" j6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S-cz299NdXc/TWQv400vx1I/AAAAAAAAAJk/kNGz4BMNPZw/s320/blog+alllayers.jpeg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS, cursive;"&gt;J'ai essayé à cent reprises.............. &lt;span style="color: #99284c;"&gt;I tried so many times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De vous parler de mon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS, cursive;"&gt; ami.................&lt;span style="color: #99284c;"&gt;to tell you about my friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS, cursive;"&gt;Mais comment parler d'une église...&lt;span style="color: #99284c;"&gt;but how could I tell about a church&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont l'accès vous est interdit..........&lt;span style="color: #99284c;"&gt;where you have no access&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais ce soir je sens sous ma plume...&lt;span style="color: #99284c;"&gt;.But this evening I sense beneath my feather&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un fourmillement familier..................&lt;span style="color: #99284c;"&gt;a familiar prickling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quand le soleil du coeur s'allume.........&lt;span style="color: #99284c;"&gt;When the heart's sun rises&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L'éteindre serait un péché..................&lt;span style="color: #99284c;"&gt;it would be a sin to switch it off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'est mon ami et c'est mon maître.......&lt;span style="color: #99284c;"&gt;This is my friend,&lt;span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS, cursive;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #99284c;"&gt; this is my master&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;C'est mon maître et c'est mon ami..&lt;/span&gt;.....&lt;span style="color: #99284c;"&gt;This is my master and my friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Dès que je l'ai vu apparaître........&lt;/span&gt;...........&lt;span style="color: #99284c;"&gt;as soon as I had heard his words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;J'ai tout d'suit' su que c'était lui....&lt;/span&gt;......&lt;span style="color: #99284c;"&gt;I knew it would be the one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Lui qui allait m'apprendre à être.......&lt;/span&gt;......&lt;span style="color: #99284c;"&gt;who would teach me to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Ce que modestement je suis........&lt;/span&gt;..............&lt;span style="color: #99284c;"&gt;what I humbly am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;[...]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Et même s'il a de la peine...................&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;span style="color: #99284c;"&gt;And even when having sorrows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Il ne vous parle que de vous.........&lt;/span&gt;...........&lt;span style="color: #99284c;"&gt;he only would talk to you about you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Il conserve de son bel âge..............&lt;/span&gt;........A&lt;span style="color: #99284c;"&gt;t his age&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Un sourire au fond de ses yeux........&lt;/span&gt;.....&lt;span style="color: #99284c;"&gt;he still retains a warm smile in his eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Et je me dis que c'est dommage.........&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;span style="color: #99284c;"&gt;and I say to myself it is a pity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;De vous le décrire sans cheveux.......&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;span style="color: #99284c;"&gt;to describe him as bald&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;C'est mon ami et c'est mon maître.....&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;span style="color: #99284c;"&gt;It's my friend, it's my master&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;J'le vouvoie encore aujourd'hui.......&lt;/span&gt;.......&lt;span style="color: #99284c;"&gt;I still respect him as such&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Et quand j'ai mal dedans mon être...&lt;/span&gt;......&lt;span style="color: #99284c;"&gt;and when I do not feel well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Je passe une heure ou deux chez lui&lt;/span&gt;.... &lt;span style="color: #99284c;"&gt;I tell him, I ask him and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;L'air qu'on respire à sa fenêtre...&lt;/span&gt;...........&lt;span style="color: #99284c;"&gt;he refreshes my soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;C'est l'air le plus pur de Paris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;[...]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;C'est lui qui a fortifié mon âme....&lt;/span&gt;......&lt;span style="color: #99284c;"&gt;It's been he who fortified my soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Et si je suis encore en vie..............&lt;/span&gt;......&lt;span style="color: #99284c;"&gt;.and if I'm still alive and well as I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Je n'le dois pas à cette femme...&lt;/span&gt;.........&lt;span style="color: #99284c;"&gt;I do not owe it to those I live with but...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Qui me rend heureux aujourd'hui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Mais à mon ami à mon maître......&lt;/span&gt;.......&lt;span style="color: #99284c;"&gt;to my friend, to my master&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Et dans la chanson que voici......&lt;/span&gt;........&lt;span style="color: #99284c;"&gt;And I know that in these words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Je sais qu'il va se reconnaître....&lt;/span&gt;............&lt;span style="color: #99284c;"&gt;he would recognize himself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Mais puisque nous somm's entre amis&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;span style="color: #99284c;"&gt;but as we are here as friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Ce soir je peux bien me permettre.....&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;span style="color: #99284c;"&gt;I think I can dare to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;De vous le présenter aussi..................&lt;/span&gt;.............&lt;span style="color: #99284c;"&gt;present him to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;......................................&lt;span style="color: #99284c;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #99284c;"&gt;As he is the author of many words* here. But this is another C.N.&amp;nbsp; than any author with that same name you might find information about on the internet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS, cursive; font-size: 85%;"&gt;[Serge Lama --- adapted by ~estrella~ ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS, cursive; font-size: 78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #99284c;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS, cursive;"&gt;[*Thank you, Curtis,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS, cursive; font-size: 78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #99284c;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS, cursive;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;for having given permission to post your words, which, as you told me,&amp;nbsp;aren't really yours", but coming from another place.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Comic Sans MS; font-size: 78%;"&gt;August 18, 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To &lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;listen &lt;/span&gt;to the song, &lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;click on the title above&lt;/span&gt; to get to the "songs" page and click on the respective song to listen to it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2348214100237238912-2132293951395611174?l=path-to-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://path-to-home.blogspot.com/p/songs.html' title='&quot;Mon ami - mon maître&quot; [Serge Lama]'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://path-to-home.blogspot.com/feeds/2132293951395611174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2348214100237238912&amp;postID=2132293951395611174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348214100237238912/posts/default/2132293951395611174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348214100237238912/posts/default/2132293951395611174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://path-to-home.blogspot.com/2008/08/mon-ami-mon-matre-serge-lama.html' title='&quot;Mon ami - mon maître&quot; [Serge Lama]'/><author><name>estrella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07802262170769076733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S-cz299NdXc/TWQv400vx1I/AAAAAAAAAJk/kNGz4BMNPZw/s72-c/blog+alllayers.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2348214100237238912.post-3561237986021843447</id><published>2008-07-30T02:01:00.011-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T21:05:52.070-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yoga in everyday life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song-lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alexandra Pandev'/><title type='text'>"solitude enfin"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_V4Xhnk-oVhE/SJCJQZ2MuLI/AAAAAAAAADc/JfxTFjyHAgI/s1600-h/f_s%3D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228830082286270642" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_V4Xhnk-oVhE/SJCJQZ2MuLI/AAAAAAAAADc/JfxTFjyHAgI/s200/f_s%3D.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;Solitude enfin.....................................Finally, Aloneness,&lt;br /&gt;bonjour les jardins du Palais Royal.....good morning, green spaces of the "Palais Royal"&lt;br /&gt;J'arrive attends-moi,...........................I'm coming, please wait for me,&lt;br /&gt;pourvu que je ne te perds pas............I don't want to lose you&lt;br /&gt;je t'aime, viens,..................................I love you (Aloneness), come to me,&lt;br /&gt;tu es là,..............................................here you are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solitude enfin.......................................Finally, Aloneness&lt;br /&gt;bonjour les jardins du Palais Royal&lt;br /&gt;j'esquive..............................................I'm avoiding, but,&lt;br /&gt;mais parfois je ne veux que toi...........sometimes I want to see only you.&lt;br /&gt;je t'aime viens, ....................................I love you, come to me,&lt;br /&gt;solitude enfin .....................................Finally, Aloneness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solitude enfin......................................Finally, Aloneness&lt;br /&gt;bonjour les jardins du Palais Royal&lt;br /&gt;je t'ouvre grands les bras.....................I welcome you with wide-open arms&lt;br /&gt;j'avais tellement besoin de toi...............I needed you so much,&lt;br /&gt;j'étais pas bien.....................................I didn't feel well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solitude enfin........................................Finally, Aloneness&lt;br /&gt;j'en pouvais plus....................................I couldn't go on anylonger,&lt;br /&gt;j'avais plus le moral...............................I lost courage&lt;br /&gt;la rage, les orages,...............................inmidst anger, storms.....&lt;br /&gt;c'est bon l'silence.................................how soothing, the silence!&lt;br /&gt;repos huis clos.....................................resting behind closed doors&lt;br /&gt;et plus besoin de rien dire...................no need to speak anymore,&lt;br /&gt;plus besoin de fournir,.........................no need to provide anymore,&lt;br /&gt;c'est ça le vrai plaisir............................this is real pleasure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solitude enfin........................................Finally, Aloneness,&lt;br /&gt;bonjour les jardins du Palais Royal&lt;br /&gt;je t'aime viens ......................................I love you, come to me,&lt;br /&gt;t'as un visage........................................you have a face:&lt;br /&gt;il est bleu nuit, ......................................it is blue as the night,&lt;br /&gt;ou mauve, ou gris.................................or violet, or grey,&lt;br /&gt;ce n'est pas triste..................................There is nothing sad&lt;br /&gt;les insomnies........................................in sleeplessness,&lt;br /&gt;les p'tits matins.....................................early in the morning&lt;br /&gt;à se retrouver seule................................and alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solitude enfin........................................Finally, Aloneness&lt;br /&gt;bonjour les jardins du Palais Royal&lt;br /&gt;Après le déluge:....................................then the flood of:&lt;br /&gt;la foule qui roule..................................rolling crowds:&lt;br /&gt;le défilé des mal-aimés, .......................the train of the disliked,&lt;br /&gt;des compliqués,.................................. the complicated,&lt;br /&gt;des dépriments,....................................the depressing...&lt;br /&gt;..............................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solitude enfin.......................................Finally, Aloneness,&lt;br /&gt;bonjour les jardins du Palais Royal&lt;br /&gt;je me protège .......................................I protect myself,&lt;br /&gt;je me défends,......................................I defend myself,&lt;br /&gt;referme-toi sur moi...............................clasp me - surround me&lt;br /&gt;Solitude enfin:......................................finally, Aloneness:&lt;br /&gt;te voilà..................................................here you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Alexandra Pandev; author: F. Bernheim)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;[(right)click (and "new tab")&amp;nbsp;on the title above in order to listen to the song on YouTube]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-size: 78%;"&gt;July 30, 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2348214100237238912-3561237986021843447?l=path-to-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eZnQuzpF4sA' title='&quot;solitude enfin&quot;'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://path-to-home.blogspot.com/feeds/3561237986021843447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2348214100237238912&amp;postID=3561237986021843447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348214100237238912/posts/default/3561237986021843447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348214100237238912/posts/default/3561237986021843447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://path-to-home.blogspot.com/2008/07/solitude-enfin.html' title='&quot;solitude enfin&quot;'/><author><name>estrella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07802262170769076733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_V4Xhnk-oVhE/SJCJQZ2MuLI/AAAAAAAAADc/JfxTFjyHAgI/s72-c/f_s%3D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2348214100237238912.post-5254476378683227111</id><published>2008-07-27T10:01:00.011-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T11:24:02.780-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yoga in everyday life'/><title type='text'>memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V4Xhnk-oVhE/SLbNTmBOfgI/AAAAAAAAAD4/5K6ZlqRoPFc/s1600-h/emdg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239600952999050754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V4Xhnk-oVhE/SLbNTmBOfgI/AAAAAAAAAD4/5K6ZlqRoPFc/s200/emdg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_V4Xhnk-oVhE/SIyt0P9N3JI/AAAAAAAAADU/9rDOivAKXMQ/s1600-h/d_v.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227744380618398866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_V4Xhnk-oVhE/SIyt0P9N3JI/AAAAAAAAADU/9rDOivAKXMQ/s200/d_v.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_V4Xhnk-oVhE/SIytB_6mYtI/AAAAAAAAADM/ypsXwFXQbxc/s1600-h/image.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227743517318996690" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_V4Xhnk-oVhE/SIytB_6mYtI/AAAAAAAAADM/ypsXwFXQbxc/s320/image.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;  &lt;!--   @page { size: 21cm 29.7cm; margin: 2cm }   P { margin-bottom: 0.21cm }  --&gt;&lt;/style&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;  &lt;!--   @page { size: 21cm 29.7cm; margin: 2cm }   P { margin-bottom: 0.21cm }  --&gt;  &lt;/style&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium,sans-serif;"&gt;Walking the streets of youth a picture emerges: a picture of perfect sequence of all that which just had to happen as it had. Sequence of feelings and emotions of that period like several little instances filled with those vivid colors as if to illustrate the eternal play, eternal movement of Life as a manifestation of a Will greater than we.................... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0cm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium,sans-serif;"&gt;A play where each little detail had its purpose, all fitting for the beauty and glory of the true Source. This (little town) had been a stage of great play of perfectness however desperate some moments might have been.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0cm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium,sans-serif;"&gt;People walking around, hurrying, shopping, shouting, looking, talking... they cannot see “it”. While running on it, they cannot see the stage upon which this play had been performed. These streets had been the stage: they aren't anymore. But that does not matter: for the world invisible f&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;lashlights seem to illuminate for a little while instances of the past, as if to let relive some moments with their respective purpose or meaning for a short while just for the Glory of the one Source which pervades everything without fault. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0cm; FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium,sans-serif;"&gt;The closing scene: the whole picture, so near yet so far; nearness being expressed by perfect understanding of each action, error, emotion, feeling and thought of those past moments and their place in the sequence of the Big Picture. Remoteness being expressed by the impossibility of identification with this evolving personality of the past who is no more. Yet, identification is ever-possible with the Being as a soul-witnesser who had been observing at that time and is observing right now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0cm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium,sans-serif;"&gt;A feeling of great awe is the consequence: as each instance of the past, so each present moment has its purpose and meaning, but none of them is so important as to worry about it. Each of them is in the hands of the eternal play of universe, and its Source is greater than we. We act, but we have nothing to “do”; all what is needed is to agree with our existence. We only need to observe, to marvel at the great mystery, seemingly hidden but visible in the outward picture, the manifestations of what is ever-present &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;behind all this: the Real, which supports all these outer events, which creates anew through these outer events. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0cm; FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium,sans-serif;"&gt;"What is visible through the spiritual eye is real”, so there remains only stillness and awe... “all what is and acts, it is under Your Will."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0cm; FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium,sans-serif;"&gt;In this light, all what happens right now, all wonderings and worryings right now seem to tell "no need to worry, you have not any control over things, you cannot make things happen. All is obeying the Great Will." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0cm"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium,sans-serif;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"It is not about DOING, but is about BEING.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0cm" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;BE,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; and in the stillness of being, you will understand.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0cm" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium,sans-serif;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;There may be little to do, very little."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0cm; FONT-STYLE: normal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium,sans-serif;"&gt;..........thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0cm; FONT-STYLE: normal" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Franklin Gothic Medium;font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;July 27, 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2348214100237238912-5254476378683227111?l=path-to-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://path-to-home.blogspot.com/feeds/5254476378683227111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2348214100237238912&amp;postID=5254476378683227111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348214100237238912/posts/default/5254476378683227111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348214100237238912/posts/default/5254476378683227111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://path-to-home.blogspot.com/2008/07/memories.html' title='memories'/><author><name>estrella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07802262170769076733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V4Xhnk-oVhE/SLbNTmBOfgI/AAAAAAAAAD4/5K6ZlqRoPFc/s72-c/emdg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2348214100237238912.post-844347580894723051</id><published>2008-06-30T12:29:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T19:12:57.897-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yoga in everyday life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C. J. Nichols texts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='David R. Hawkins'/><title type='text'>Creating the distance</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_V4Xhnk-oVhE/SGk2y_Bmm1I/AAAAAAAAADE/Ut_aDFs_FT4/s1600-h/mauerblume%3D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217761892824947538" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_V4Xhnk-oVhE/SGk2y_Bmm1I/AAAAAAAAADE/Ut_aDFs_FT4/s320/mauerblume%3D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;  &lt;!--   @page { size: 21cm 29.7cm; margin: 2cm }   P { margin-bottom: 0.21cm }  --&gt;  &lt;/style&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0cm"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,128)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"The inner eye, as we might call it, sees by a different, non-physical light. This seeing, too, must run the gauntlet of the mind's preconceptions. If we can achieve the right mind set, it too reaches our mind. There it becomes meaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you have succeeded, you will experience what you see with a sensation as if you were a little distant from the scene that you observe. Some have described it as like watching a movie. You are seeing the world, but you are not really a part of it. When you achieve this, that is it. That is all of it. There is nothing more to train you to do. But as you go from scene to scene looking with your new vision, there will be a lot about the world that you will discover. It will be a fascinating and never ending joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beauty of this mental state is also that it gives you a chance to choose your reactions rather than to have reacted before you even have a chance to think about what you want to do or say. This allows patience to express itself through you. Because love is patient, it allows love to express as never before in your life. ...................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0cm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0cm"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(128,0,0)"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;There are actually split seconds in which the options present themselves. These are very critical moments to watch for, and with one-pointedness of mind, they will become apparent. These moments of decision last approximately 1/10 000 th of a second, as estimated by kinesiologic testing. The miracle arises in this gap. In this instant, the Holy Spirit is present and available directly by God's grace. In the ego's minute gap, the Holy Spirit empowers the opportunity, and this is the “space” in which free will operates. It is this moment that the warrior can choose mercy or cruelty, life or death. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0cm"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(128,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Prayer and spiritual commitment give assent to the Presence as the Holy Spirit to 'create a space', as it would seem, in the progression of the sequences in temporal time for that critical instant of awareness. Based on the laws of the universe, that split instant does not open unless invited. God forces no one to choose Him. All spiritual progress is by invitation and free choice, which are consequences of prayer and spiritual intention, for these gaps are hidden gifts.”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0cm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Dr. David R. Hawkins; "I - subjectivity and reality", p 101-102]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0cm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,128)"&gt;".............. You will also find that you begin to see many things very clearly, things that used to be quite unclear. Like my art friend, you are developing a kind of vision that sees unerringly. And you paint on the canvas of life according to the accuracy of what you see. Your life itself will become a great work of art, beautiful for others to behold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you won't be thinking about that. And you won't realize that it is happening until after it is well begun. Furthermore, if you seek to create a beautiful life through this practice, you will lose the objective state of mind that is needed to accomplish the task. Therefore, you must only pursue my directions with a sincere desire to see things as they really are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The biggest obstacle to seeing things as they are lies in your ego tendency to seek glory. Unfortunately, we all want to see ourselves in the best possible light. This will block your seeing. The inner eye, what I call the spiritual eye, cannot accept blinders that limit it's vision. It is all or nothing. You either open the eye and see whatever is there, or you close it. Many close it rather than see what they are really like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to make a plea with you not to do so. There may be a great fear that you have to overcome. It takes a bit of courage to face the truth about yourself. But when you muster that courage, you will find that the truth is much less than you feared. Yes, you are a nothing. But everyone is a nothing. So what!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We embrace truth, or we embrace darkness. Truth is literally a light by which we see, by which the inner eye grasps the scope of the scene before it. When we reject the truth about ourselves, we become unable to see. It would be the same with physical light. If we kept all light from falling upon us, yes, we would not see ourselves. But neither would we see anything at all. Our physical eye depends upon the light reaching it for sight. Similarly, if we block the light called truth from reflecting upon us, then neither will it reach our spiritual eye. So you must be willing to see yourself and let yourself be seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the nature of the fear you will face. At one time or another, we have all cheated in order to stand on that pedestal just a little longer. And so we all fear facing reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there are two reasons why, when you get courage and face it, that it will be very bearable. One reason is that the cheating was not a fully conscious thing. This is hard to understand until you let truth in, because without this light of truth, you aren't fully conscious. You think you are conscious, but you are not (the wise call it a dream state.) When you summon the courage to look, you will become conscious and by that experience, will see your previous unconsciousness. So it will not be such a big deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the biggest reason that you will find your fear unfounded is that in the moment that you summon the courage to truly look at yourself, you will find that you've changed. What you see will not be yourself, it will be who you used to be, even if just a moment before. Now, you are still nothing, but you are no longer less than nothing. And the nothing you are is a good nothing, who does not hurt others any more in order to raise himself up onto that pedestal. Be prepared, then, to see your insignificance. It will be one of the first truths you see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0cm"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,128)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Mechanics of Inner Self-observation&lt;br /&gt;No one distinguishes in their language, but there are two ways to see. "I see the house across the street." Reflects seeing with the physical eye, revealed by physical light. But, "I see that you're irritated." Is a thing of the spiritual eye. The difference lies in how meaning is attached to the latter revealing that the light of truth always shining has been received by the spiritual eye and perceived as meaning by the mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awareness is a crucial ingredient in this process. It is like the retina of the spiritual eye. Experience somehow slams into us, caught by our awareness as it makes its impression inside of us. It activates certain tendencies to respond, like light fires up rods and cones in the physical eye. And if we can remain objective and watch this process, the experience translates into meaning in the mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All too often, we cannot remain objective. Then we go on automatic pilot. There is little awareness. We react instinctively (and in character, I might add, a character we often resist seeing, for which reason we have shut out truth.) And we see nothing. No meaning congeals except later, we will have a sense of failure for our overreaction. And we will react automatically to that, too, trying to do something about it rather than just seeing it and not reacting further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, seeing outwardly with meaning depends on clearly seeing inwardly. And this is the secret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaining Attitudinal Altitude&lt;br /&gt;Remember the goal. It is similar in nature to the goal of the artist who seeks to see what he is about to paint in that special way that allows him not to be affected by preconceptions. It could be described as achieving a certain "distance" from his subject. It is a frame of mind that isn't very much by itself, but which enables a process that would be impossible or very difficult otherwise. It makes something easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The state of mind consists of seeing the world with a little distance between you and the scene. You draw yourself out of the scene. You see as if looking through a camera that lies slightly behind and above the physical eyes. You see from here whether you look inwardly at your thinking or whether you look outwardly at the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But to begin with, you look inwardly so that you can arise out of your dream state and raise your awareness. Your awareness is essential to help you know when you are seeing in this special way. Notice the "distance" between yourself and the scene you see with your eyes. This is the objective way of seeing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is a power. But you will not feel it come through you. It just will. And it will affect everyone around you. Some for good, some not. Be prepared for possible fireworks. Your patience and love convicts those who have no love. They will feel condemned. And if they aren't ready to face themselves, they will externalize their feeling, blaming YOU for condemning them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You, of course, have done nothing of the sort. You have just watched the scene in this objective way you now have. But you need to understand this response. Be ready to forgive them and overlook their reaction. They cannot help themselves. They are on automatic pilot. They have never understood how to turn it off. But you give them a chance now. Your love in its perfection, if you overlook and don't judge their error, gives them the first chance that they may have ever had. This is the nature of the effect you will forever have once you commit to this way of patience."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0cm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[C.N. 09/01/2002]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0cm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;June 30, 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2348214100237238912-844347580894723051?l=path-to-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://path-to-home.blogspot.com/feeds/844347580894723051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2348214100237238912&amp;postID=844347580894723051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348214100237238912/posts/default/844347580894723051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348214100237238912/posts/default/844347580894723051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://path-to-home.blogspot.com/2008/06/inner-eye-as-we-might-call-it-sees-by.html' title='Creating the distance'/><author><name>estrella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07802262170769076733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_V4Xhnk-oVhE/SGk2y_Bmm1I/AAAAAAAAADE/Ut_aDFs_FT4/s72-c/mauerblume%3D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2348214100237238912.post-1000032120537653943</id><published>2008-06-28T13:06:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T19:12:57.898-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yoga in everyday life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C. J. Nichols texts'/><title type='text'>Words</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,0,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;"Words are only approximations to meaning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,0,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Meaning lies deeper and involves a connection with the "intention" or "direction" of a word used in context.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,0,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;It is almost a connection of the spirit."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[C.N. 03/28/2002]&lt;br /&gt;-------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;June 28, 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2348214100237238912-1000032120537653943?l=path-to-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://path-to-home.blogspot.com/feeds/1000032120537653943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2348214100237238912&amp;postID=1000032120537653943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348214100237238912/posts/default/1000032120537653943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348214100237238912/posts/default/1000032120537653943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://path-to-home.blogspot.com/2008/06/words-are-only-approximations-to.html' title='Words'/><author><name>estrella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07802262170769076733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2348214100237238912.post-6819594546775833466</id><published>2008-06-02T12:53:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T11:24:02.782-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yoga in everyday life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sri Aurobindo - quotes'/><title type='text'>Beauty</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_V4Xhnk-oVhE/SERT1JPOa3I/AAAAAAAAAC8/BhexkiCHHCQ/s1600-h/bee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207379241625086834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_V4Xhnk-oVhE/SERT1JPOa3I/AAAAAAAAAC8/BhexkiCHHCQ/s320/bee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Beauty&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beauty is the special divine Manifestation in the physical as&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;Truth is in the mind,&lt;br /&gt;Love in the heart,&lt;br /&gt;Power in the vital.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;Beauty is the way in which the physical expresses the Divine -&lt;br /&gt;but the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;principle and law of Beauty is something inward and spiritual&lt;br /&gt;and expresses &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;itself through the form.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;Beauty is Ananda taking form - but the form need not be a physical shape.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;One speaks of a beautiful thought, a beautiful act, a beautiful soul.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;What we speak of as beauty is Ananda in manifestation;&lt;br /&gt;beyond manifestation &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;beauty loses itself in ananda,&lt;br /&gt;beauty and Ananda become &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;indistinguishably one.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;(Sri Aurobindo, "Integral Yoga")&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(0,153,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Seeing beauty is also:&lt;br /&gt;seeing the soul behind, the spirit,&lt;br /&gt;seeing two lines , hues, harmonies and expressive dispositions...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(0,153,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;thus bringing into the object something that is in oneself, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;transmuting it by adding out of one's own being to it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;- as the artist too does something of the same kind but in another way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(idem, adapted)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;---------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;June 02, 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2348214100237238912-6819594546775833466?l=path-to-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://path-to-home.blogspot.com/feeds/6819594546775833466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2348214100237238912&amp;postID=6819594546775833466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348214100237238912/posts/default/6819594546775833466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348214100237238912/posts/default/6819594546775833466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://path-to-home.blogspot.com/2008/06/beauty.html' title='Beauty'/><author><name>estrella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07802262170769076733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_V4Xhnk-oVhE/SERT1JPOa3I/AAAAAAAAAC8/BhexkiCHHCQ/s72-c/bee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2348214100237238912.post-1143247267162537587</id><published>2008-04-27T03:08:00.017-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T11:24:02.783-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yoga in everyday life'/><title type='text'>The two Birds</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_V4Xhnk-oVhE/SBRR6Gx8jGI/AAAAAAAAACk/mu1mQ8TzsjM/s1600-h/birds+qu.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193866328959388770" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_V4Xhnk-oVhE/SBRR6Gx8jGI/AAAAAAAAACk/mu1mQ8TzsjM/s320/birds+qu.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(153,51,0)"&gt;"Like two birds&lt;br /&gt;of golden plumage, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(153,51,0)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;inseparable companions,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(153,51,0)"&gt;the individual self and the immortal Self&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(153,51,0)"&gt;are perched on the branches of the selfsame tree. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(153,51,0)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The former tastes of the sweet and bitter fruits of the tree;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(153,51,0)"&gt;the latter, tasting of neither,&lt;br /&gt;................calmly observes."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,0)"&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(153,51,0)"&gt;The Mundaka Upanishad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,0)"&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,153); FONT-STYLE: italic; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am Arjuna.&lt;br /&gt;Mounted upon my chariot&lt;br /&gt;in the midst of a great battlefield,&lt;br /&gt;I am bewildered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mankind is arrayed for destruction;&lt;br /&gt;all those I cherish, now in opposition.&lt;br /&gt;I’d rather flee in disgrace and dishonor&lt;br /&gt;than to lay my hand against another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My most intimate friend and&lt;br /&gt;only confidant holds the reins.&lt;br /&gt;Knowing me better than I know myself,&lt;br /&gt;he alone I can trust and believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For he is my Self and I am confusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that the mind can conceive, with its symbols, are mere metaphors.&lt;br /&gt;Although the metaphors contain a life which is greater&lt;br /&gt;............................than that of the symbols themselves;&lt;br /&gt;they can never bring to mind the essence of life itself."&lt;br /&gt;[anonymous] &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,153); FONT-STYLE: italic; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,153); FONT-STYLE: italic; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,153); FONT-STYLE: italic; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,153); FONT-STYLE: italic; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,153); FONT-STYLE: italic; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;..........April 27, 2008 ....................................................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2348214100237238912-1143247267162537587?l=path-to-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://path-to-home.blogspot.com/feeds/1143247267162537587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2348214100237238912&amp;postID=1143247267162537587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348214100237238912/posts/default/1143247267162537587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348214100237238912/posts/default/1143247267162537587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://path-to-home.blogspot.com/2008/04/two-birds.html' title='The two Birds'/><author><name>estrella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07802262170769076733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_V4Xhnk-oVhE/SBRR6Gx8jGI/AAAAAAAAACk/mu1mQ8TzsjM/s72-c/birds+qu.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2348214100237238912.post-1766735753425165873</id><published>2008-04-15T00:56:00.014-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T21:00:40.031-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yoga in everyday life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song-lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gérard Manset'/><title type='text'>"Un jour finir pêcheur" Gérard Manset (1985)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Un jour, finir pêcheur....................One day winding up as a fisherman&lt;br /&gt;Parce que ça grandit l'homme.......Because that's what elevates man&lt;br /&gt;Heureux comme ça,.......................To be satisfied with this&lt;br /&gt;Pas gagner plus d'argent................no earning a living anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Le matin, me lever,.........................Get up in the morning&lt;br /&gt;Pas connu, pas guetté,....................unknown, unexpected by anyone&lt;br /&gt;Parce que ça fait mal,....................because that's what hurts,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Ça fait mal a l'homme,..................That's what hurts man&lt;br /&gt;La célébrité....................................Being known.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;[...]&lt;br /&gt;Parce que ça grandit l'homme,.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That's what elevates man:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;De vivre sans parler,......................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #663366;"&gt;To live without speaking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Vivre sans paroles..........................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #663366;"&gt;to live without words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Et d'apprendre à se taire,...............&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #663366;"&gt;and to learn to keep quiet,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Regarder sans voir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;.........................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Not seeing them while looking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #663366;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Les enfants qui dansent..................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;at the dancing children at&lt;br /&gt;Au bord du miroir...........................the edge of the mirror.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mais c'est toujours trop loin,...........But all this's still too far away&lt;br /&gt;Toujours dans le noir,....................still in the unknown&lt;br /&gt;Inaccessible,...................................inaccessible,&lt;br /&gt;Pareil au cœur de la cible..............just like a bull's eye of a target.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Un jour, finir pêcheur,..................One day winding up as a fisherman&lt;br /&gt;[...]&lt;br /&gt;Mais c'est toujours trop loin,.........But that's still too far away&lt;br /&gt;A portée de la main,......................within reach, but...&lt;br /&gt;Inaccessible,.................................inaccessible&lt;br /&gt;Pareil au cœur de la cible..............just like a bull's eye of a target.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Un jour, finir meilleur,...................One day being a better man&lt;br /&gt;Tuer le mal de l'homme,................annihilate the pain of man&lt;br /&gt;Se libérer de tout,..........................getting rid of all&lt;br /&gt;Prendre dans la mer.....................Taking out of the sea&lt;br /&gt;Les coraux, les vipères,..................corals and vipers&lt;br /&gt;Et tout ça dans la main,................and all this with one's hands&lt;br /&gt;Sans lumière et sans gaz...............Without light, without gas&lt;br /&gt;Et sans barbe qu'on rase,..............without shaving a beard...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Un jour, finir pêcheur,....................One day winding up as a fisherman&lt;br /&gt;Avaler le compteur,........................swallowing the counter&lt;br /&gt;Regarder sans voir.........................not seeing it while looking at&lt;br /&gt;Le calendrier.................................................................the calendar&lt;br /&gt;Qui tombe en poussière..................which crumbles into dust.&lt;br /&gt;Qu'elle est loin, la terre...................How far is the earth,&lt;br /&gt;Qu'elle est loin, la terre...................How far is the earth!&lt;br /&gt;Le calendrier..................................The calendar&lt;br /&gt;Qui tombe en poussière..............................crumbles into dust.&lt;br /&gt;Qu'elle est loin, la terre...................How far is the earth,&lt;br /&gt;Qu'elle est loin, la terre...................how far is the earth.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 85%;"&gt;[note: this is a very personal translation-interpretation&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;[(right)click ("new tab") on the title above in order to listen to the song on YouTube]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 85%;"&gt;---------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: 78%;"&gt;April 15, 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2348214100237238912-1766735753425165873?l=path-to-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m6LRCmi6OY4' title='&quot;Un jour finir pêcheur&quot; Gérard Manset (1985)'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://path-to-home.blogspot.com/feeds/1766735753425165873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2348214100237238912&amp;postID=1766735753425165873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348214100237238912/posts/default/1766735753425165873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348214100237238912/posts/default/1766735753425165873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://path-to-home.blogspot.com/2008/04/un-jour-finir-pcheur-grard-manset-1985.html' title='&quot;Un jour finir pêcheur&quot; Gérard Manset (1985)'/><author><name>estrella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07802262170769076733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2348214100237238912.post-6639442996455360938</id><published>2008-04-14T00:36:00.015-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T19:12:57.898-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yoga in everyday life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C. J. Nichols texts'/><title type='text'>on Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_V4Xhnk-oVhE/SAMLTRxItMI/AAAAAAAAACc/tC_WZrNDObM/s1600-h/on+love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189003621475857602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_V4Xhnk-oVhE/SAMLTRxItMI/AAAAAAAAACc/tC_WZrNDObM/s320/on+love.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;"I know that in similar circumstances my wife and children would greatly miss me. I teach them, however, that their great love for me is just the beginning of the journey. I know that it is part of my job to see this love transferred ultimately to God.&lt;br /&gt;Their love seeks the Perfect Father to find completion of themselves and will be found in the Present rather than in memories or dreams."&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Man is a portal through which the spiritual factors enter the physical world. To the degree that we are connected to truth and thus the spirit of Truth, love flows from us into the world. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[6/14/2002]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;Love is a power that we are designed to conduct. When love flows through us, there is no "spiritual friction" to create a feeling. It is feelingless. Much that people think of as love is not. A good test is whether in describing it one can substitute the word "need" for "love". False love, the one better described as "need", is based on the pain of need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Real love is described well by St. Paul "Love is patient and kind..." Need is not patient nor is it kind because it **needs**. It cannot afford the luxurary of kindness. Those of us who can find patience and kindness and allow it to flow through us have found love and its Source. As it flows through us to create a beautiful effect around us, it leaves its mark on us, giving us grace and peace. We are whole, needing nothing. Therefore "love is not jealous or boastful" (as St. Paul continues.) "it is not arrogant or rude. Love does not insist on its own way; it is not irratable or resentful. It rejoices in the right." The grace and peace within us is the rejoicing. Our connection to God, the source of this flow (and the Presence in the present), is a deep contentment. The connection roots us solidly. We need nothing. We can bear all. Patience is perfected. The physical body is a marvel that sets man apart from angels and all other conscious beings of the greater creation. Only man is designed to be able to choose to follow God or not, thereby making love of the Creator possible."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0);font-size:78%;" &gt;[C.N.,01/19/2004+05/10/2004]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;-----------------------&lt;br /&gt;David R. Hawkins, "Power vs Force", p. 90:&lt;br /&gt;[...] Love [..] is unconditional, unchanging, and permanent. It doesn't fluctuate - its source isn't dependent on external factors. Loving is a state of being. It's a forgiving, nurturing, and supportive way of relating to the world. Love isn't intellectual and doesn't proceed from the mind; Love emanates from the heart. It has the capacity to lift others and accomplish great feats because of its purity of motive.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;April 14, 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2348214100237238912-6639442996455360938?l=path-to-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://path-to-home.blogspot.com/feeds/6639442996455360938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2348214100237238912&amp;postID=6639442996455360938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348214100237238912/posts/default/6639442996455360938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348214100237238912/posts/default/6639442996455360938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://path-to-home.blogspot.com/2008/04/father-about-possibility-of-death-i.html' title='on Love'/><author><name>estrella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07802262170769076733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_V4Xhnk-oVhE/SAMLTRxItMI/AAAAAAAAACc/tC_WZrNDObM/s72-c/on+love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2348214100237238912.post-5273706022245923978</id><published>2008-04-12T22:24:00.010-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T21:04:48.650-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yoga in everyday life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song-lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gérard Manset'/><title type='text'>"Un jour être pauvre" - Gérard Manset (1985)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_V4Xhnk-oVhE/SAGh8RxItKI/AAAAAAAAACM/2CVJzfMeNgw/s1600-h/sea.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188606302641239202" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_V4Xhnk-oVhE/SAGh8RxItKI/AAAAAAAAACM/2CVJzfMeNgw/s320/sea.JPG" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un jour, être pauvre, .....................One day, being poor,&lt;br /&gt;Détaché de tout.............................attached to nothing,&lt;br /&gt;Sans pleurer de rien,......................no tears for anything &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sans rire de tout,............................no laughing..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Comme un enfant qui repose..........Like a child &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dans la vérité des choses................who rests in the Truth of things &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;S'écarter de tout, sortir,.................letting go of all, getting out of all, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se tenir debout...............................and standing still &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Comme un enfant...........................like a child being born&lt;br /&gt;........sort.du ventre. et hurle,............................and crying... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;S'écarter de tout...............................letting go of all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un jour, être pauvre,.......................One day, being poor, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Détaché du reste,............................unattached to the rest, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;De l'autre coté du mur....................on the other side of the wall &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pas le moindre geste,......................no gesture at all &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pas la moindre trace de haine,........not any sign of hate &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pas la moindre trace de fêlure, .......not any sign of fissure&lt;br /&gt;........................trace de brûlure,...................no sign of burn &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Le moindre sentiment d'oubli..........but not any forgetfullness, either. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;De l'autre coté du mur,...................On the other side of the wall &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pas la moindre trace de fêlure,........not any sign of fissure&lt;br /&gt;........................trace de brûlure,...................no sign of burn, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Le calme au fond du lac..................the calm in the depths of a lake. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un jour, être pauvre.......................One day, being poor &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sur un quai désert,.........................at a desert quay&lt;br /&gt;Etre un bateau vide........................being an empty boat &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tout le monde à terre....................all people on shore. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Comme un enfant qui repose..........Like a child &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dans la vérité des choses,...............who rests in the Truth of things &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;S'éloigner de tout, ...........................leaving all that behind&lt;br /&gt;.................apprendre............................................and learning &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A tenir debout..................................to stand still, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sur la mer immense et douce, ........in the huge and smooth sea&lt;br /&gt;.................apprendre,.....................................................learning &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A tenir debout..................................to stand still. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;[(right)click (and: "new tab") on the title above in order to listen to the song on YouTube]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-size: 78%;"&gt;April 13, 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2348214100237238912-5273706022245923978?l=path-to-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=94J11KfZLak' title='&quot;Un jour être pauvre&quot; - Gérard Manset (1985)'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://path-to-home.blogspot.com/feeds/5273706022245923978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2348214100237238912&amp;postID=5273706022245923978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348214100237238912/posts/default/5273706022245923978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348214100237238912/posts/default/5273706022245923978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://path-to-home.blogspot.com/2008/04/un-jour-tre-pauvre-grard-manset-1985.html' title='&quot;Un jour être pauvre&quot; - Gérard Manset (1985)'/><author><name>estrella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07802262170769076733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_V4Xhnk-oVhE/SAGh8RxItKI/AAAAAAAAACM/2CVJzfMeNgw/s72-c/sea.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2348214100237238912.post-78143026288981304</id><published>2008-04-04T12:39:00.010-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T19:12:57.899-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yoga in everyday life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C. J. Nichols texts'/><title type='text'>Peace as a natural state</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_V4Xhnk-oVhE/SACYnKREzJI/AAAAAAAAACE/52RcjzQfie0/s1600-h/fighting+world.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188314569269103762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_V4Xhnk-oVhE/SACYnKREzJI/AAAAAAAAACE/52RcjzQfie0/s320/fighting+world.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peace is a "natural state of man". Peace can't be "taught". And if it IS taught, it isn't&lt;em&gt; really&lt;/em&gt; peace but merely a veneer of peace covering over roiling emotions beneath. That isn't to say that we can't help people find peace. Just that &lt;em&gt;real &lt;/em&gt;peace goes far deeper than anything that can be taught.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;If one tries to acquire peace by some intellectual effort, then one may only have a veneer of peace--like the quiet "peaceful" person next door that goes out and stuns the neighbors by committing this horrible crime. He surely had a veneer of peace; he wanted to &lt;em&gt;believe&lt;/em&gt; so badly in his peacefulness because he wanted so badly not to be what he knew inside he was. But such is just an existence based on a &lt;em&gt;lie &lt;/em&gt;and consequently,negative energy courses through his very veins. Eventually, something has to give. That would be the explosion that "surprised" everyone because he was such a "good" boy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;So beliefs are central. There is some capacity inside us all that allows us to sort out true beliefs from false ones. Ideally, this process should be followed &lt;em&gt;before&lt;/em&gt; we accept any beliefs. But when false beliefs find their way in, we can know them because of the "friction" the energy they give off creates inside, guilt. If we are ready, we can then recognize them as lies. If we are not ready, we will try to believe the guilt comes from something else (usually something we look back upon as a silly notion.) In this way, we know the truth and the truth sets us free, as the old saying tells us. Free because while we believed falsely, an energy expressed itself through us without any consent by us (other than the implicit consent derived from our allowing ourselves to believe wrongly.) Neither did we have control over ourselves. But as the lies become exposed, we are restored to a peaceful state where we once again can choose.&lt;br /&gt;I suppose one could say a peaceful state is simply the state of having this freedom while a lack of peace is a life lived compulsively.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;So, the natural state is peace. It is like the natural state of humans being health. If we get rid of the bad habits, defective environments, or other ill influences, peace (or health) restores itself.&lt;br /&gt;There are people who work at health and those who work at peace. Some succeed. But it is my view that &lt;em&gt;not understanding &lt;/em&gt;that it is a natural state can lead to problems. Specifically, one can begin to be drawn by fear ("if i don't DO something, all is lost"-kind of thinking.) That is by far the greatest danger. One cannot obtain peace through fear. Fear itself destroys inner peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One might say that &lt;em&gt;everything&lt;/em&gt; stems from the spiritual realm. Lack of health (and peace inside) have more to do with a problem in the spiritual realm than with anything physical. In many ways the phsycal realm is insubstantial and the breeding ground for illusion. Much that we are "taught" lends substance to the physical realm and hence easily contributes to illusion. This in turn affects health and peacefulness.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;From another direction, things that lead us toward materiality, by strengthening our connection with physical reality, also lead us away from spiritual reality with its perfect health and peace. This is the secret of most of the seven deadly sins. Greed, gluttony, lechery, anger, envy, and sloth all relate to people connecting strongly to the physical realm. The other deadly sin, pride, lies in the spiritual realm but is the spiritual blindness that is necessary for there to be any allure of the physical realm. All together, engaging in these strengthens our bond to the physical while at the same time dulling our connection to the spiritual. Let me substitute "mortal" for "physical" and things make even more sense.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mortality itself represents degeneration. The mortal progress to life's end with degeneration and death. "Spiritual" is the opposite of "mortal." As we disengage with the mortal--by seeing it's illusary nature, a kind of truth setting us free - we naturally engage with the spiritual with its perfection which lies beyond the possibilities of the physical (all of which eventually decays.) At these moments of disengagement, health and peacefulness flow from the spiritual realm to fill us. This is the secret of many "miracle" cures. Go interview someone whose cancer went completely into remission and you will find someone whose whole perspective on life changed (&lt;em&gt;before&lt;/em&gt; the cure.) Many will tell you that surgery kept them alive but that their change of heart cured them. And if you examine the essence of this change of heart, you will find at its core a loosening of the grip of mortality and a strengthening of the connection to the spiritual.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Man (meaning women too) is created perfect, in the image of God, as God is perfect. Hence, health and peacefulness are natural states to man as also with God. But as we become connected to physical materiality (and disconnected to God,) health and peace wane. And this connection to mortality comes about as we place more faith in physical senses doubting our "inner eye" (which produces common sense and which naturally sees through the illusions of materiality, being spiritually based.) Perhaps I should mention that the return to health and peace reverses this process, following the inner eye/inner teacher/common sense which &lt;em&gt;act &lt;/em&gt;represents the disconnection with materiality in preference for a connection with the spiritual. In a sense, it is a thing of faith, an act of faith, to believe in one's common sense. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Health and peace flow from this as much as degeneration and a restless mind flow from doubting common sense (which is to say, believing more/having faith more in the material world with it's "experts.") So the key to both health and peace is to foster the connection to the inner Self. This strengthens the spiritual ties and severs the physical ones. In this way health and peace are naturally acquired without effort on our part to acquire them. And this is the natural state of man.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Clearly it is possible to mount physically-based counter arguments to what I've tried to create as a spiritual appeal. I suppose your understanding will be dictated by which appeals more to you. If you cannot connect to the humble (prideless) then materiality will have a magnetic appeal that draws you away from whatever common sense may resonate (inwardly) with my (outer) words. Then there will be little sense to be found here. Perhaps you see that I've also spoken to the issue of where understanding comes from--its source will not be physically found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God gives us "knowledge" (some would say "understanding") of this "hidden" way directly via a mechanism that He crafted to be a part of us. This key to His kingdom lies within us all awaiting questions. To these questions, via this mechanism, He pours understanding into us in a way that is marked by His great sense of timing and carefully measured out so as not to overflow the delicate vessle that recieves it, us. When this understanding pours in, it is marked by an energy that cannot be contained completely - our cup overfloweth and escapes our mouth as "Aha!" Our substance is strengthened by this process.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;As people grow spiritually, they come more firmly into contact with how much they'd "forgotten" peace (or denied real health.) The physical realm is mostly a realm of illusion and that the essence of divine man lies beyond the reach of physicality in the purely spiritual realm (where real life and truth reside.) I believe that our &lt;em&gt;real&lt;/em&gt; life is lived in the spiritual realm.&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;Truth is not hidden. What makes it hidden is a person's complexity. The way itself is so simple that it requires some refinement of our own simplicity even to recognize it. This is why humility is requisite.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Another way to think of it is as a polarity. We are made in the image of God, which means imho that we have an inherent spiritual perfection. Because of illusions we operate under, we may labor with various disease or lack of peacefulness. But peace, health, and awakening from illusion are natural--meaning they are a part of the perfection of Creation (and what, since we're asking this kind of question, does this say about God?) One has to work to maintain illusion, etc. And most of the world does seem intent on maintaining the slavery to physicality that is represented by the rebellion that makes us think we are God. A kind of polarity attained in this rebellion repells us from Truth just as two North pole magnets repell. We are the polar opposite of God, the small of which He is the large. Together we are something beautiful. But if the small tries to be the large, it is even worse than when workers decide they are the boss. There needs be &lt;em&gt;one&lt;/em&gt; authority in a structure, for several create chaos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mostly, man creates chaos because of his pride (attempts to be God.) These lead to being bound by materiality, with the appeal to the other six deadly sins. Also, this brings disease--inwardly and outwardly--and need I say lack of peace. But man with a resigned will, humble and small, finds a perfect fit with God and a clear path. The Secrets of this way are in plain view, not hidden at all. But those creating chaos blind themselves and cannot see. Only from &lt;em&gt;their &lt;/em&gt;point of view is the way hidden.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;And if they desire to continue in their error (despite the pain it brings which is always a force moving them toward Truth--what does this say about God) then they will also blame God for their own error. This isn't so different from how wrong people always blame others for their problems. In the case of God, they will imagine that he is cruel, doesn't care, or hides the truth from them. Their anger at God will only deepen their the polarity problem, driving them away from spirituality into the maw of mortality/physicality. But the way remains there. And as the pain that their error brings upon them increases, they must reject the True way again and again because the offer is an open one (and what does this say about God, that being the object of raw hatred, He still offers his love.) All the way to the grave, if one is so foolish as to reject truth unto death (and many do) the offer is there.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;The commandments, and in particular the 1st commandment, are things that are good for man. They aren't there for the good of God. The first commandment should be particularly paid attention to. It is good to love God with all one's heart.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;--------------------&lt;br /&gt;C.N., January 2004&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;April 04,  2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2348214100237238912-78143026288981304?l=path-to-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://path-to-home.blogspot.com/feeds/78143026288981304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2348214100237238912&amp;postID=78143026288981304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348214100237238912/posts/default/78143026288981304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348214100237238912/posts/default/78143026288981304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://path-to-home.blogspot.com/2008/04/peace-as-natural-state.html' title='Peace as a natural state'/><author><name>estrella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07802262170769076733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_V4Xhnk-oVhE/SACYnKREzJI/AAAAAAAAACE/52RcjzQfie0/s72-c/fighting+world.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2348214100237238912.post-1409797749155429656</id><published>2008-03-21T09:53:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T19:12:57.900-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yoga in everyday life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C. J. Nichols texts'/><title type='text'>On Reality and Awareness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;These deeper foundations are about character, spirit, reality and truth. But in the absence of these, it is about lies and their mesmerizing effect. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I once saw a show that featured a hypnotist who walked around and hypnotized people who were then filmed in hypnosis to produce a fascinating TV show. In one episode, he hypnotized a lady in a public park. She was then told that under the concrete walkways in the park there lived a people who were being hurt by the passers by above who walked over them. Then she went into action. As each person or couple came down the walkway, she accosted them trying to get them not to hurt the people who lived below the path. To the walkers on the path, she looked totally loony. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A most important part of my foundational beliefs is that people act in a completely understandable manner if you know what beliefs they have. For the TV viewers watching the hypnotized woman in the park, her actions were completely understandable. We had the advantage of knowing what weird belief had been slipped into her inner being. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time, we don't have any such advantage. Nonetheless, it is important to FIRMLY KNOW that if we only knew what beliefs lurked there, then everything a person does makes sense. This knowledge changes our perception. Now we can look at the actions of people as a kind of window into their belief system, their souls. It may also give us some patience with otherwise scary behavior. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another (important) side of this example is how sacred we should hold beliefs. Look at how a fairly simple lie, when slipped past the usual guard of common sense (that defends us against false beliefs entering into us,) can cause us to enter into a kind of dream world where what seem sensible actions to us are viewed by those around us as truly insane. Indeed, when we believe lies, our acts are out of harmony with the universe (reality.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet another (important) side of this example is how the awakening from this "dream state" is to be effected: simple truth suffices. That is, at some point the hypnotist may say, "it isn't true what I said about the people beneath the concrete." (or the woman may simply awaken from the hypnosis in a day or so - hypnosis doesn't last unless reinforced.) So this is a sense in which one knows truth and truth sets one free (old biblical saying.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, there it the issue of how one acquires lies to believe in. Hypnosis can do it. But there are many things that have the same effect as hypnosis. Principle among these is hatred. When a person hates, it is like being hypnotized but without a hypnotist. Instead, everything in and around the person has the power of the hypnotist to implant suggestion (lies) deeply into our being - right past common sense which sleeps instantly upon hatred arising. Children are particularly vulnerable; adults can acquire a very small measure of resistance to the process. Love, of course, is the absence of hate (and little more) and we need to seek this state of existence by looking inward. Then we are in a position to assist others. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere along the way, as children we fall into resentment/hate. This moment of failure (everyone has it because as children we are too vulnerable to resist) programs us with lies from everything around us (we love the color of the room, we find the room comforting, if someone yelled at us, whatever he believes about us we will come to believe, we will believe in yelling, etc.) Then all of these lies that have buried themselves deeply within us start to shape our actions. So long as we hold onto the hatred, the lies will remain firmly entrenched. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed, our life lived from these lies is the reinforcing factor needed to keep the "hypnosis" alive in us. That is, the room, the color, or whatever was in that original scene exerts an influence over us that subtly reminds of that event. This gives the opportunity in the present to reexperience a part of it. Hatred/resentment will flash within us, perhaps a bit below a conscious level, but if it is there, it does it's work to reinforce these lies. The result is that we don't awaken. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one day, perhaps we will. Every bit as much as these programmed lies has the power to reinforce the lie, they also have the power to release us. Each time we reexperience a part of the scene, we may also hold ourselves back from resentment/hate. If we can succeed in doing this, then the lie simply evaporates within us and has no more power over us - and in this way, we CAN and do change deeply, raising our consciousness. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So those are the secrets of how people can be glazed over and not aware of the reality they live within - how they come to be that way, and how they can return from that existence. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reality, then, when one comes back to it, is mostly about the Presence of God that exists in the present. God, really, IS Reality and without Him, nothing is. When you rise up from the mesmerized state of existence that most think of as reality, you will feel His presence. Indeed, you will understand that you found Reality only because He called you to it (and this may be a relief since you will understand that it isn't up to you to call others. Still, many search and your casual words may be His instrument - often in ways you don't foresee - to call other seekers.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awareness is the natural state of all and all drift toward it. Only a cycle of fear and hatred that one will not let go of will block its manifestation within us. Awareness is as easy as having hands. We didn't have to think about how to grow them - they are just there. But many are not aware. For them, there is some block. If we know the roots of such problems generally, and if we are patiently humble and have taken the splinter from our own eyes, then we will know what to do to help. It will come to us because of our own awareness and common sense. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there are no guarantees, understand. Every living being has a choice and may choose not to relinquish hatred in preference for love. These you can't force. To force is to abandon love yourself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It is not about DOING, but is about BEING. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;BE,&lt;/em&gt; and in the stillness of being, you will understand. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There may be little to do, very little.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);font-size:85%;" &gt;C.N. November, 3, 2003&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;March 21, 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2348214100237238912-1409797749155429656?l=path-to-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://path-to-home.blogspot.com/feeds/1409797749155429656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2348214100237238912&amp;postID=1409797749155429656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348214100237238912/posts/default/1409797749155429656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348214100237238912/posts/default/1409797749155429656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://path-to-home.blogspot.com/2008/03/on-reality-and-awareness.html' title='On Reality and Awareness'/><author><name>estrella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07802262170769076733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2348214100237238912.post-5165678187271888122</id><published>2008-03-17T12:57:00.013-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T19:12:57.901-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yoga in everyday life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C. J. Nichols texts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meditation'/><title type='text'>(On Meditation) --   The Discovery of the Self</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)"&gt;The question was, "Where am I, the true me? Am I my body?" It was not a question in words.&lt;br /&gt;What came of this was a wonderful and terrible time of great awareness. But mostly it was wonderful. I became very aware. In so doing, I "felt" where the real me was--not my body, not my mind, not my thinking. I was a speck located near what eastern religious types call the third eye. And this speck had little but the capacity for questions, watchful awareness, understanding (belief) and awe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I experienced the beingness of this speck of nothingness, I became an observer of my thinking, which went on without any active participation on my part--just watching with occasional questions. The thinking had mostly to do with memories of experiences. The questions were generally of the sort, "Why am I remembering THAT?" The answers came instantly, again not from me. They were such complete answers that there was no question about their truth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;This experience of awareness lasted for about a half hour. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned how I had once been a very aware child. I learned about the personal trauma that set me on my wrong path. I learned about judgment's wrongness and how hate crept into me as a consequence of judgment, displacing the simple love that children naturally know, which love we must return to as adults or perish because of our hate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153);font-family:arial;" &gt;I learned that this is a divine law,"You become what you hate." I learned that when we are ready to abandon judgment, we can come back to being ourselves...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned that this return to self is done layer-by-layer, like peeling an onion. There may be many layers. It is not a thing that can be accomplished by hard work, either. Hard work only COMPENSATES for failure to allow the real work to be done by God's leading, giving only an illusion, a shadow...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153);font-family:arial;" &gt;The experience ended somewhat slowly as I saw how, with awareness, one can truly know what to do every day of one's life. How decisions become unnecessary, because with sufficient awareness, there really is nothing to decide. And here I made a mistake that cost me my continued awareness at this wonderful level: I thought that the wonderful awareness was by itself all that I needed--I thought that in some sense I had "arrived."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;No, awareness by itself is not sufficient.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;One must come to love the Source of this awareness, Itself.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without such love, one is always susceptible to accepting lies, however subtle, and these lies cut one off from Truth, shutting down awareness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;So freedom is merely the capacity to will one's actions&lt;em&gt; to be aligned with the Divine plan because of one's love for the Creator and His wisdom&lt;/em&gt;. We are free to express love for our Creator by doing His will, or not. That is the only choice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153); FONT-FAMILY: arial"&gt;When we align ourselves with truth through, we find ourself drawn slowly but surely back to God. Wonderful experiences abound. We feel that our life is blessed, and it is. Through our natural appreciation, our bond to Truth strengthens. Slowly, we align with the true Self, discarding the layers of false identities. We find more and more that those things that give us (spiritual) difficulties in life stem from having joined with some lie that implanted a false identity (and with it, gaveus a dream that separated us from Reality.) As we emerge from such lies, we are living examples of how truth awakens and sets one free.....................................................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;C.N., October, 27, 2002&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;March 17, 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2348214100237238912-5165678187271888122?l=path-to-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://path-to-home.blogspot.com/feeds/5165678187271888122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2348214100237238912&amp;postID=5165678187271888122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348214100237238912/posts/default/5165678187271888122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348214100237238912/posts/default/5165678187271888122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://path-to-home.blogspot.com/2008/03/discovery-of-self.html' title='(On Meditation) --   The Discovery of the Self'/><author><name>estrella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07802262170769076733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2348214100237238912.post-9186764835824071327</id><published>2008-03-04T11:40:00.007-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T11:18:13.884-08:00</updated><title type='text'>dialog continued</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Can you &lt;em&gt;really love Me&lt;/em&gt; in &lt;em&gt;all &lt;/em&gt;my appearances?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;I think not; you only see me where you see you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Find Me within you and see without you."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;N. G., feb. 23, 2008&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;March 04, 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2348214100237238912-9186764835824071327?l=path-to-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://path-to-home.blogspot.com/feeds/9186764835824071327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2348214100237238912&amp;postID=9186764835824071327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348214100237238912/posts/default/9186764835824071327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348214100237238912/posts/default/9186764835824071327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://path-to-home.blogspot.com/2008/03/can-you-really-love-me-in-all-my.html' title='dialog continued'/><author><name>estrella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07802262170769076733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2348214100237238912.post-3355206082969052202</id><published>2008-03-04T11:19:00.009-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T11:18:13.884-08:00</updated><title type='text'>dialog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_V4Xhnk-oVhE/R82m-089GcI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Mv-shwFBXGY/s1600-h/nacht.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173975145214974402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_V4Xhnk-oVhE/R82m-089GcI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Mv-shwFBXGY/s320/nacht.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"- O Great Reader of Ripples, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;&lt;em&gt;could the play of the ripples on the surface of the sea tell us something about &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)"&gt;how far&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)"&gt;how long&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Yes, my son, they can! But first, you must &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)"&gt;notice yourself as the ripple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N.G., feb. 19, 2008 re-edited&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;March 04, 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2348214100237238912-3355206082969052202?l=path-to-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://path-to-home.blogspot.com/feeds/3355206082969052202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2348214100237238912&amp;postID=3355206082969052202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2348214100237238912.post-1679331404658377759</id><published>2008-02-09T07:28:00.005-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T11:24:02.789-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yoga in everyday life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meditation'/><title type='text'>entering God's Temple</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;"Discussing philosophical subjects on and on,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;standing outside,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;before the closed door of God's temple, - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;how do you want to enter?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;Discussions never end, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;so stop them where they stand, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;- you will be left unsatisfied, overcome this and,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;- be still, open the door, and enter in God's temple. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;You may have to sit for a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;Do not chat,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;do not ask,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;do not look, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;sit still.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;In the silence, you will hear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;Be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;-"...and in the stillness of Being, you will understand."-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#009900;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;February 09, 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2348214100237238912-1679331404658377759?l=path-to-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://path-to-home.blogspot.com/feeds/1679331404658377759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2348214100237238912&amp;postID=1679331404658377759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348214100237238912/posts/default/1679331404658377759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348214100237238912/posts/default/1679331404658377759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://path-to-home.blogspot.com/2008/02/how-do-you-want-to-enter-gods-temple.html' title='entering God&apos;s Temple'/><author><name>estrella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07802262170769076733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2348214100237238912.post-8420333912862947908</id><published>2008-02-04T09:43:00.010-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T11:24:02.789-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rabindranath Tagore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yoga in everyday life'/><title type='text'>"That I want thee, only thee..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;"That I want thee, only thee--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;let my heart repeat without end. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;All desires that distract me, day and night, are false and empty to the core.&lt;br /&gt;As the night keeps hidden in its gloom the petition for light, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;even thus in the depth of my unconsciousness rings the cry--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;-`I want thee, only thee'.&lt;br /&gt;As the storm still seeks its end in peace &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;when it strikes against peace with all its might, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;even thus my rebellion strikes against thy love and still its cry is---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;`I want thee, only thee'."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;RABINDRANATH TAGORE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;February 04, 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2348214100237238912-8420333912862947908?l=path-to-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://path-to-home.blogspot.com/feeds/8420333912862947908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2348214100237238912&amp;postID=8420333912862947908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348214100237238912/posts/default/8420333912862947908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348214100237238912/posts/default/8420333912862947908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://path-to-home.blogspot.com/2008/02/that-i-want-thee-only-thee-let-my-heart.html' title='&quot;That I want thee, only thee...&quot;'/><author><name>estrella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07802262170769076733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2348214100237238912.post-8958427711173821319</id><published>2008-01-20T07:00:00.006-08:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T19:12:57.901-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yoga in everyday life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C. J. Nichols texts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><title type='text'>words - The Word</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_V4Xhnk-oVhE/R82gM089GbI/AAAAAAAAAB0/zimdgw0mfl4/s1600-h/bluequer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173967689151748530" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_V4Xhnk-oVhE/R82gM089GbI/AAAAAAAAAB0/zimdgw0mfl4/s320/bluequer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_V4Xhnk-oVhE/R5NjhviQ6yI/AAAAAAAAABI/jMDNu1Vh_hc/s1600-h/words-gr.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Words&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;are just an &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;envelope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and the&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wordless&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Meaning&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;flows at both ends,&lt;br /&gt;filling us,&lt;br /&gt;refining us,&lt;br /&gt;bringing us closer to Him.&lt;br /&gt;As we draw closer,&lt;br /&gt;we discover that we are brother and sister&lt;br /&gt;and Children of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(C.N. june 2007)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2348214100237238912-8958427711173821319?l=path-to-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://path-to-home.blogspot.com/feeds/8958427711173821319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2348214100237238912&amp;postID=8958427711173821319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348214100237238912/posts/default/8958427711173821319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348214100237238912/posts/default/8958427711173821319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://path-to-home.blogspot.com/2008/01/words-are-just-envelope-and-wordless.html' title='words - The Word'/><author><name>estrella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07802262170769076733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_V4Xhnk-oVhE/R82gM089GbI/AAAAAAAAAB0/zimdgw0mfl4/s72-c/bluequer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2348214100237238912.post-3901985299124106936</id><published>2008-01-20T06:45:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T11:24:02.791-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yoga in everyday life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='David R. Hawkins'/><title type='text'>the world - a mirror</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_V4Xhnk-oVhE/R5Ne2PiQ6vI/AAAAAAAAAAs/CJHJquL6A0w/s1600-h/Katze-Spiegel-gr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157570284245543666" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_V4Xhnk-oVhE/R5Ne2PiQ6vI/AAAAAAAAAAs/CJHJquL6A0w/s320/Katze-Spiegel-gr.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;the world is a mirror&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:Trebuchet MS;" &gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:Trebuchet MS;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;"The world is an infinite set of holograms".&lt;br /&gt; "Power vs. Force" by David R. Hawkins&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2348214100237238912-3901985299124106936?l=path-to-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://path-to-home.blogspot.com/feeds/3901985299124106936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2348214100237238912&amp;postID=3901985299124106936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348214100237238912/posts/default/3901985299124106936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348214100237238912/posts/default/3901985299124106936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://path-to-home.blogspot.com/2008/01/world-is-mirror-jan.html' title='the world - a mirror'/><author><name>estrella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07802262170769076733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_V4Xhnk-oVhE/R5Ne2PiQ6vI/AAAAAAAAAAs/CJHJquL6A0w/s72-c/Katze-Spiegel-gr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2348214100237238912.post-8024879521249761960</id><published>2008-01-20T06:36:00.005-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T11:18:13.889-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jonathan Livingston Seagull'/><title type='text'>friendship</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_V4Xhnk-oVhE/R5NeXfiQ6uI/AAAAAAAAAAk/-hrJloca1YE/s1600-h/Katze-Himmel-gr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157569755964566242" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_V4Xhnk-oVhE/R5NeXfiQ6uI/AAAAAAAAAAk/-hrJloca1YE/s320/Katze-Himmel-gr.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;"Friendship does not depend on things like space and time.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;Overcome space, and all we have left is Here.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;Overcome time, and all we have left is Now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;And in the middle of Here and Now, don't you think that we might see each other once or twice?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;(&lt;/em&gt;adapted from: "Jonathan Livingston Seagull")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2348214100237238912-8024879521249761960?l=path-to-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://path-to-home.blogspot.com/feeds/8024879521249761960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2348214100237238912&amp;postID=8024879521249761960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348214100237238912/posts/default/8024879521249761960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348214100237238912/posts/default/8024879521249761960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://path-to-home.blogspot.com/2008/01/friendship-does-not-depend-on-things.html' title='friendship'/><author><name>estrella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07802262170769076733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_V4Xhnk-oVhE/R5NeXfiQ6uI/AAAAAAAAAAk/-hrJloca1YE/s72-c/Katze-Himmel-gr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2348214100237238912.post-7175031651096984317</id><published>2008-01-20T06:33:00.006-08:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T19:12:57.902-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yoga in everyday life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C. J. Nichols texts'/><title type='text'>Creation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;"The truth is that you are not the one creating anything. It is the idea or the concept that is seeking to express itself through you. You are here to be a channel for the work of God to manifest through you. Therefore it is not about being qualified but it is about being chosen."&lt;br /&gt;[source: mindreality . com]&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;"[...] we have our own unique parts to play.&lt;br /&gt;UNDER GOD, WE ARE THE MATERIAL AGENTS OF CREATION."&lt;br /&gt;[C.N., feb. 17, 2007]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;“&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;Creation &lt;strong&gt;is &lt;/strong&gt;and we can either participate in it or not."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;Creation &lt;strong&gt;is &lt;/strong&gt;and we participate either consciously or unconsciously in it... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2348214100237238912-7175031651096984317?l=path-to-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://path-to-home.blogspot.com/feeds/7175031651096984317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2348214100237238912&amp;postID=7175031651096984317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348214100237238912/posts/default/7175031651096984317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348214100237238912/posts/default/7175031651096984317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://path-to-home.blogspot.com/2008/01/when-you-seek-to-create-something-new.html' title='Creation'/><author><name>estrella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07802262170769076733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2348214100237238912.post-8105031026239686682</id><published>2008-01-20T06:26:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T11:24:02.792-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yoga in everyday life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meditation'/><title type='text'>joining</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_V4Xhnk-oVhE/R5NbRfiQ6rI/AAAAAAAAAAM/X9GafhXCcnY/s1600-h/rainbow-gr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157566354350467762" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_V4Xhnk-oVhE/R5NbRfiQ6rI/AAAAAAAAAAM/X9GafhXCcnY/s320/rainbow-gr.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2348214100237238912-8105031026239686682?l=path-to-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://path-to-home.blogspot.com/feeds/8105031026239686682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2348214100237238912&amp;postID=8105031026239686682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348214100237238912/posts/default/8105031026239686682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348214100237238912/posts/default/8105031026239686682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://path-to-home.blogspot.com/2008/01/joining.html' title='joining'/><author><name>estrella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07802262170769076733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_V4Xhnk-oVhE/R5NbRfiQ6rI/AAAAAAAAAAM/X9GafhXCcnY/s72-c/rainbow-gr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
