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The things you find on these pages are words that have helped me grow, 
face my problems, and be here to write this today.  Some are from such 
loftypersonages as St. Francis of Assissi and Lao Tsu, others from 
persons less exalted by others, but very important to me, like my Mom.  
I hope you find something here that will help you on your journey.




"It is a glorious privilege to live,
to know, to act, to listen, to behold, to love.
To look up at the blue summer sky;to see the sun
sink slowly beyond the line of the horizon; 
to watch the worlds come twinkling into view,
first one by one, and the myriads
that no man can count, and lo!
the universe is white with them;
and you and I are here."

Marco Morrow




        
Prayer of St. Francis of Assissi

 
Lord,
Make me an instrument
of Your peace;
Where there is hatred, let me sow love;
Where there is injury, pardon;
Where there is doubt, faith:
Where there is despair, hope;
Where there is darkness, light;
Where there is sadness, joy.

O, Divine Master,
Grant that I may not so much
seek to be consoled as to console;
To be understood as to understand;
To be loved as to love.
For it is in giving that we receive.
It is in pardoning
that we are pardoned.
It is in dying that we 
are born to eternal life.




There is a destiny that makes us brothers;
None goes his way alone,
All that we send into the lives of others
comes back into our own.

Edwin Markham





You don't grow old and stop dancing,
you stop dancing and grow old.

Jessie M. Newburn (aka Mom)


                 


I am a part of all that I have met.
Yet, experience is an arch wherethro
gleams that untravl'd world whose
margin fades forever and forever
when I move.

Alfred Lord Tennyson 

      




A Prayer for Friends & Enemies

Equally empty, equally to be loved, equally a coming buddha.

by Jack Kerouac in Dharma Bums





You are never given a wish
without also being given
the power to make it true.

You may have to work for it,
however.

by Richard Bach in ILLUSIONS, the Adventures of a Reluctant Messiah





God

So, where is he?
In the heavens above?
I see the sky so blue
What do you see?
Do you feel him?
I  feel the sun
As it warms my blood,
The wind as it cools my skin
The rain, so quenching my thirst
So who’s reality is it?
It’s the reality of God
It is his breath that cools me
As it beckons you on
His tears quench my thirst
As it resolves your inadequacies
His greatness warms my blood
So too, grants you life ever after
He is for me...

A Native American Prayer.


O’ Great Spirit
Whose voice I hear in the winds
And whose breath gives life 
To all the world
Hear me!
I am small and weak,
I need your strength and wisdom,

Let me walk in beauty
And make  my eyes ever behold
The red and purple sunset.

Make my hands respect
The things you have made
And my ears sharp
To hear your voice

Make me wise
So I may see ever so clearly
The ways you have to teach me

Let me learn
The lessons you have hidden
in every leaf and cloud

I seek your strength,
Not to be greater then my brother,
but to fight my greatest enemy...
Myself

Make me always ready
to come to you
With clean hands
And straight eyes

So when life fades, as the fading sunset,
My spirit may come to you 
Without shame.

The poem God and the Native American Prayerboth
contibuted by Steve Borello. God is an original
work by Steve.  The Native American Prayer came in mail
he received and is attributed to Chief Yellow Lark, Lakota 



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Namaste,

soji







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