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Best thing I’ve read on the net recently!

I was recently told of an African tribe that does the most beautiful thing.
Visit our Page -► ツ Amazing Facts & Nature ツ ◄- For more.Photo: I was recently told of an African tribe that does the most beautiful thing.</p><p>Visit our Page -► ツ Amazing Facts & Nature ツ ◄- For more.</p><p>When someone does something hurtful and wrong, they take the person to the center of town, and the entire tribe comes and surrounds him. For two days they’ll tell the man every good thing he has ever done.</p><p>The tribe believes that every human being comes into the world as GOOD, each of us desiring safety, love, peace, happiness.</p><p>But sometimes in the pursuit of those things people make mistakes. The community sees misdeeds as a cry for help.</p><p>They band together for the sake of their fellow man to hold him up, to reconnect him with his true Nature, to remind him who he really is, until he fully remembers the truth from which he'd temporarily been disconnected: "I AM GOOD".</p><p>Share with friends and family.When someone does something hurtful and wrong, they take the person to the center of town, and the entire tribe comes and surrounds him. For two days they’ll tell the man every good thing he has ever done.
The tribe believes that every human being comes into the world as GOOD, each of us desiring safety, love, peace, happiness.
But sometimes in the pursuit of those things people make mistakes. The community sees misdeeds as a cry for help.
They band together for the sake of their fellow man to hold him up, to reconnect him with his true Nature, to remind him who he really is, until he fully remembers the truth from which he’d temporarily been disconnected: “I AM GOOD”.
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This One Thing

This one thing, I seek,

dear God, stretch me,

reach me, over bars, bend

my mind, my body and soul

beyond our limits,

our paradoxes and little rods,

fall me into your sky,

hold me above indifference,

dearest dearest, esp. that villian unbendable-

Indifference.

Indifference.

courtesyArtPics – Photography

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3 Most Entertaining Flash Mobs

FLASH MOB –  a group of people who assemble suddenly in a public place, perform an unusual and seemingly pointless act for a brief time, then quickly disperse, often for the purposes of entertainment, satire, and artistic expression.courtesy :KMohit.com/2013/01/20/5-most-entertaining-flash-mobs –

1. richchund u tUBE :

The first emotion in everything you do must be love…. Do that and see what happens! 🙂  Nov.13 2010 unsuspecting shoppers got a big surprise while enjoying their lunch. Over 100 participants in this awesome Christmas Flash Mob

2. August 4th, 2009, dozens of Bollywood dancers dance in the middle of Times Square to support Bollywood Hero, a 3 part mini-series on IFC  

3. 200 ordinary Mumbaikars (aged 4-60) come together one busy Sunday evening for pure joy. The historic CST station blares ‘Rang De Basanti’ on its speakers while surprised train commuters rush to see whats going on.

  • Sharath Krishnan Sharath Krishnan 2 months ago : ..  organised on the third anniversary of the worst terrorist attack on Indian soil, that started right there at that station. Foreign gunmen shot dead 55 people there. This dance was my city’s way of getting something like closure, to help us let bygones be bygones.Even today, I am sometimes silenced with respect and sorrow when I walk onto those platforms; but then there’s something cheerful to think about. 🙂 

 

AY, WE STILL CELEBRATE EACH OTHER, LARGER THAN LIFE !

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Why can’t I just mind my own business

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Sometimes the Earth holds me too close, so close I cannot breathe

sharp-edged leaf and bark shimmering in the sun,

why can’t I just go about my business like everybody else,

why bother about eagles and sparrows making friends in the tree with the nest

– its branch flirting with electric wires, and the light

why should I care.

 

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Paulo CoelhoSometimes, we are so attached to our way of life that we turn down wonderful opportunities simply because we don’t know what to do with it. — Paulo Coelho

 

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7 billion Friends

childhood

Childhood

This is for the one that met me last evening: she  may never read this:

I met a beautiful little girl with so much to give, but was afraid of human beings. What kind of fear is that ? When we are afraid of human beings?

 All I wanted for her was to have at least a good friend. How I wish that for you little one – that you would find a friend.  I’ll call her Myra.

She stared at me and returned to her window that looked into a high blank wall. That wall is her friend. The only one she trusts.

Yes, we can write all our words and do all our good works, but alone-ness is a thing we fight most, and am sitting here speechless today, trying to quiet my chaos, with reading other people’s poetry. Other languages. Anything to hide my  own blank walls. These areas where we know so so so little about the 7 billion of us. sharing the same air and water and oxygen and voting rights and goats and airplanes and nice cricket. And pavilions and parenting books and needs. Yes its tough being a parent in this decade of madness. And maybe it tougher being a kid.

 

The post below belongs to Kelly Belmonte, Chief Muse of Allninemuses a program designer, Wife, mother, blogger, published poet, and puttering gardener, she has set down roots in her “discovered country” of New England after emigrating from upstate New York over half a lifetime ago. The “nine” of All Nine is a reference to the nine sister muses of Greek mythology. These inspirational sisters represent multiple domains of creativity and intelligence, from epic poetry to science. For any vision to move from the inside of one person’s eyelids to the physical world where it can make a positive impact, it takes a collaborative effort across multiple disciplines and an openness to many sources of inspiration. 

I love your work Kelly Belmonte. I love the languages within you : inner dialects that know the human heart. Irrespective of where we are born, color, creed, this one thing we share, the need to never be alone. Eastern and Western poets, Mid east and inter-continental…

Listen, You Who Are Alone

We need, at times, to seek out friends.

Friend, one cannot either be born, or come to one’s end,
if not with another. It is good
that friendship strips
the gloom of guilt from work,
that it makes gladness not stolen,
but free.

How can you be all alone when,
at the fullness of time, all things speak at length with you,
and then the morn-star rises?

Here is the Spanish original:

Es necesario, a veces, encontrar compañía.

Amigo, no es posible ni nacer ni morir
sino con otro. Es bueno
que la amistad le quite
al trabajo esa cara de castigo
y a la alegría ese aire ilícito de robo.

¿Cómo podrás estar solo a la hora
completa, en que las cosas y tú hablan y hablan,
hasta el amanecer?
Lee todo en: Apelación al solitario – Poemas de Rosario Castellanoshttp://www.poemas-del-alma.com/rosario-castellanos-apelacion-al-solitario.htm#ixzz2RgyXau4k

 

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7 billion+ ways of seeing

Way  so  fse  eiNg  wa ysofs eeing, ways of seei

ng by John Berger   ·  228 reviews WAYS OF SEEING

 

 

RANDOM PICTURES AND THOUGHTS ABOUT THE WAY WE USED TO SEE OURSELF, AND THE WAY IT ALL CAN TURN OUT…

 

BELOW : CRICKET BABIES

 

 

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From encounters with a Friend :
Mr CK, father of four kids,  business man, takes Life  with much humor. Loves  movies, family, veg restaurants and cricket. Recently migrated to  Dubai where we hope they are doing well. His wife Lata having met with an accident was confined to a wheel chair. Rehab and much support has got her back to smiling, functioning like she used to..
” Few years ago, my mind was suddenly a strange place :
suddenly am seeing four children, a wife, a  Life.  And inside I am still the boy I used to be. 18, 19 years of age, carefree, have a hair cut, listen to music, go out with a few friends. Thinking nothing that some peoples’ lives depend on me. Not regretting them. Not that.  But inside the man does not change. Suddenly this happens. The last birthday I was not thinking this way. I had accepted the changes that came when I got married and responsibilities came. Job, rent, house, bought some almirahs, this and that. First child, the others, school  education, birthdays, everything.
The responsibilties grow, demands from society, relatives, not bad things, even job. Suddenly time is not enough. Everybody is changing, each child, even she, myself…
then you have a particular need arising. That is when for me it all came down on my shoulders together, and I want to go back to my native place, see where I grew up, what I was then. I have forgotten so much. That I too used to be a child. Used to laugh, have some fun, you know. Be kiddish. Play jokes on people.
Where have I gone?
How to erase some things that shouldn’t have happened.
Then I can help my children, my wife who is unwell.
a Handicap is not a bad thing in itself, but that we do not know how to handle it. Some one said weapons are not killers. The man who uses it is. The killer.
I am sure we can find a way to handle these things. We should stay with some older ways, words, or ideas.
Then we are finished. I am not finished yet.
I want to feel love again. Now I see everything differently from years ago. Have to learn again. Search again. We only used to eat on plantain leaf and we considered so many things ‘ impure’. Now who has plantain trees ? Who is ‘ pure” ?
What to ” hate”…
Some words we used to use, traditions, I can boldly tell my grandparents it was not worth it. Now that same grandfather has a microwave and what not ! Calls everybody home. Before they had to wash their hands and feet first then enter..
Arrey baap reyy.
( laughs heartily ).
What is Handicap I dont know. If we are always afraid, na, thats the worst handicap. There are some people cannot climb ladders or enter a Lift. Others will make fun of everyone..  Such persons should be kept in isolation wards. These are the ……. ( I dont want to say what I am thinking !)
( excerpts best as I can recall ).
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Man thinking on a train journey.

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Am spending thinking time.

My new friend Sara  has  a way of thinking that startles me, but is delightful.
Maybe we all think too much, “ she says. ” Our forefathers were hard workers. There was this survival of the fittest thing going on. So, no time for luxuries like drooling and fast foods. ….
…. we waste altogether too much time not having fun.Even our ideas of ” Fun” are eventually depressing. And then we must go solving the whole family’s troubles. Let them find their own shoes and socks that went missing. Let them lose grades a bit. We did.  Another thing. I don’t get shocked anymore… nothing! NOthign surprises me. Maybe some good news Haaaaa, but really…”
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Hey me going to have some fun now. Let them lose grades. Uh …. Sara, I’ll have to call you to our PTAs ….
( smiling widely) and am going to have to plan ways of shocking you. I have you address you know…
cya soon!
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“You can have peace. Or you can have freedom. Don’t ever count on having both at once.”
― Robert A. Heinlein
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http://rochestersage.org/2012/03/05/i-want-my-kids-to-fail/  ” Do not handicap your children by making their lives easy,” Robert A Heinlein

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What did you think you were

Sooraj B

here there is need,

pain

hope

love

rejection

aspiration

cruelty

inner monsters

brilliant chaos

My sister Susie

joy

courage against all odd

peace in a storm

more storm

unjustified wrong

days of ” NEVER MIND”

silence

colours

Innersong.com Scott my awesome friend

success

hope

prayers

breaking faith

unbroken

Derk G. Wish I coul talk to you every dayyy

Fingers of God

friends

quietnesses

peace

rest

labour

Supriya what a beautiful girl you are !

beauty

respect

open doors

windows

skies

sunshine

starlight

dawn dusk

an appreciation of  Life.

… even self.

Gratitude

Esp Gratitude

for the Gift of Expression…

Dearest : everyone is an artist,

Abhrodeep M

what did you think you were..

a Stream in this desert,

of the River of Life..

That’s who you are,

 isn’t that nice ?

(if I’ve missed out on someone here, just say ; u’re there in my life, but say)

Vihann Noel Pictojournal 2012

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Praying drives me crazy!

innerdialects

Our Eyes meet like for the first time

but I had to  go blind;

Our Fingers touched when I

let go-

Our Worlds meshed ; we talked

miles in Silence.

It is so much easier to touch the visible

hold the tangible

trust the logical.

So much easier.

Is easier better?

Is there the Invisible?

The world that can only be met

in depths within?

Aren’t there those in this room

besides me and mine :

angels, demons, laughter inside our throat

unheard:

virtual Acres being ploughed:

if this is blind

I am seeing

for the first time,

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2012 Year of Harvest

HARVESTER:OIL R Noel

Yeah I declare a Year of Harvest

yeah Breaking

into Day, staring back at atrocity

I dare!

‘Enough, ‘ yells  my heart and spirit mind,

same

I leave behind:

those Fields of Stolen Time

and decay.

Ageing Babies,

torn out

cities;

Now

I scream, standing with breaking feet

on Promises You wrote ‘neath

Our Name :

may our barns overflow,

our arms ache with the joy-ache of giving away!

May our spouse and off-spring

English: Tree bark with embedded in .

Oh may our cattle and earth sing:

‘this is the day of the harvest we  dreamt of,’

as we sank by the rivers of Babylon,

where we prayed, e’en believed

there was no God : Ah sweet spirit

inside, may Goodness and Mercy,

trespass into our stolen Fields of Time;

Alias Stencil-Artworks, Noel and others

restore the Smiles we traded

for nothing.

Ah Sweet-sighing Pilgrim we  thought no one ever heard

those prayers we  closeted with yesterdays’

barbed-wire Yards;

A group of Japanese captured during the Battle...

yesterdays' songs in barbed wire yards

a New Year began, now nothings the same,

"Same Same but Different"

Nothing’s ever the Same,

There is a Season for everything under the sun,

a Time to die and Live again

and again and again.

Those Words  sown yesterday, today

have broken

Ground : why did we doubt

why did we doubt

sweet spirit mine.

Say ?

Yeah, am

no longer shiver-liver coward,

Lord this Field is Breaking

Broken

into   2012nd Day.

( From Too Late to Look Back Too much : innerdialect/ impressions  Psalms : Joy in the Morning, tho’ last night was deep just don’t forget to weed!)

R N

Sweet Honey in the Rock live at Ravinia

Sweet Honey in the Rock

R N

Deutsch: Moosbeeren-Ernte in New Jersey. Engli...

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Loving you is the best thing.. adopt a human this christmas

Beloved,

THE SECRET PLACE, oil, RN

… our children. One day you will grow up, I may not be there, or just might  : an old thing, sitting in the sun balcony peering at whats  to cherish..

This Christmas you are still too little to understand this, so maybe am writing this for me. Jay your little hands in the christmas tree, feeling around the bauble and pine, laughing at these little lights ; yes its the first time you ve done this, and am proud as proud can be, at the miles we’ve done here, often alone, so alone.

Catrina, the stars you’ve made , out of paper and tinsel dust, spikey lil sassy stars / the little cards of love everywhere, ” love you Dadda love you Dean love you Ma…”

Dean our ‘natural born’ teaching you two lil ones songs for the music competition. Noe and I watched you three, each so different, so uniquely beautiful. Dean dark eyed and lissome,Catrina silken haired and six dimpled, Jay : blind and brimming with humor..

tears and laughter have crashed in this christmas. No lists of all the goodies we could never get you this year, just the growing ” Thank you Lord” ones filling every room and corridor, every wardrobe and dish. Am remembering praying that Catrina would walk and the pnemonia would leave. It did, the purr in the chest finally left. The scars on her leg shrank into a lil C. C for Christ we said often worriedly, when she asked.

Jay, angel eyes we declared, shrinking inside at the horrors of blindness.. Oh Lord what an angel. Stashed with humor and a  parents’ dream come true.

Dean, beautiful daughter : and sister : never never allowing me to raise my voice at the lil ones. Complaining if they were noisy, but always there when  they were hurt ; our beautiful teenager, oh  the words here crumble …

No Lord, I have nothing left to ask You for Christmas. Just gratitude. Every hurt only yielded to more Faith. Every denial crashes in a weirdly quenching gallon of strength. Am saying weirdly, because face it, this whole “faith” game is kind of weird. Lights in the dark ! Seeing the Unseen! Faith the evidence of things Unseen, so that what was seen was made out of things Invisible. Hmm  we all talk about it. Love Gurus and Universities of the Law of Attraction… so am saying it out loud. I believe in things Unseen, things thought impossible. That dreams come true, maybe not what we expected, maybe something better. Yeah yeah, seriously. I have results, and am sharing. I just know theres someone reading this, who matters to God.

Thank you I realise are the two most expensive words. They have a way of reminding one to fret over things yet to happen.

Today though I want to say this : when I am weak, Your Strength shows best. The bitter turns to sweet, flowers I still cannot see blossom in this valley, their fragrance intoxicating my death with Life. Shutting up my mutter. Your Power intrudes, breaking in thru closed doors and blasting stubborn Rock with Streams of  Life.Your Health breaks thru skin, duelling  Life like a two edged sword.. cutting thru bone and marrow, to the secret place where we  just maybe, do not know we live.

Ah and how we live, deep down there. Neath all Protests and Fuss. Temporary Sweeteners and Charade.  The Games we play, the promises we think we can keep on our own… oh erghghgh!

No Lord, on my own I’d have sunk this ship. Collapsed castles maybe…

With You on board this wild place springs with the gape mouthed  wahhhh! of  new things ;  even Hope. As I write this, my hands tremble to think I’ll never know who is reading this. A confused  parent, a lost child, an adopted family, a refugee of sorts. Christmas is a lonely time for some of us  …

It needn’t be. I close my eyes with you, and look at the miles we’ve done. Did we really think we’ve been alone? Say ?

Or. Maybe and often, being in that lonesome place, is not such a bad deal. I find me there. The real me.  Sometimes I balk. Sometimes I shrink away. But in this secret place, there is new beginning. The unseen me no one else can activate. Trust me, no one else.

Here I find joy, laughter and strength. Its the easiest place to reject. Thats the sad part. I should know, have done it almost all my life. We fall, hook line and sinker for the trappings, the thrills and spills, grabbing crumbs when we can have it all.

This time round, am trying. Look at the real stuff. Measure the miles done. The  real people who matter. Love’s labour. Blessings. Favour stashed away in little hugs and lopsided home made stars, prayers waiting in the wings, and little blind eyes reflecting light…

Yeah, sigh, not everything is understood, not everything is good, or pure or lovely. Often there are no returns, the path crooked, or my feet betray me..

yet one thing remains. The greatest. Love. Mama Teresa Quote, ” .. in the Final evaluation, I will not be asked what I did, but what I did with Love..”

Yes ma’am, I could move mountains thru faith and sing like angel, I could give it all away to the poor and make such a noise about justice, but if I did it for love of self or name, uh oh… what good is that. Or to be seen or mentioned in Guiness books and Parliament moves.. . what good would all this festivity be if am a smile-eraser, if I cook that meal with suffering silence, or hold your hand here just to be noticed.

Scares me to think, if I do not have love, am naked, blind, wretched poor. Orphaned.

oh dear lord… I hope this Post reads real..

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