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Compassion is that mysterious capacity within each of us that makes it possible for suffering that is neither our own nor of our concern, to affect us as though it were. It is that instinctive and selfless insight that reveals to us the existence of our own true being in every living creature.


Compassion is the tie that binds every human being to each other and to the mystery of creation. It is the common thread of all religions, meditations, and community structures. Compassion does not acknowledge the artificial social, economic, and religious barriers we place between ourselves and others. It acknowledges the common cry of human longings, aspirations, and tragedies. When a reflex reaction causes us to help a stranger, with no motivation other than that person is in need, or maybe in peril of his life, our compassion is in action.

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Peace In The Greatest Mind

                                                             

Sometimes we feel discouraged
When we see the ways of the blind
But then we become encouraged
Through peace in the greatest mind

The winds of this world are strong
And the waves of the sea do grind
But we’ve found rest with sanctuary
Through peace in the greatest mind

The mystery of the unchartered future
And the history we've left behind
Makes us stand fast and strong
Through peace in the greatest mind

To whom greater can we turn to
Or in whom wiser can we find
Than the One now with us to lead us
Through peace in the greatest mind

©2010 Copyright Lawrence E Tucker

Peace In The Greatest Mind

                                                             

Sometimes we feel discouraged
When we see the ways of the blind
But then we become encouraged
Through peace in the greatest mind

The winds of this world are strong
And the waves of the sea do grind
But we’ve found rest with sanctuary
Through peace in the greatest mind

The mystery of the unchartered future
And the history we've left behind
Makes us stand fast and strong
Through peace in the greatest mind

To whom greater can we turn to
Or in whom wiser can we find
Than the One now with us to lead us
Through peace in the greatest mind

©2010 Copyright Lawrence E Tucker

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The Greatest Mind
The winds of this world are strong
And the waves of the sea do grind
But we are renewed with sanctuary
Through peace in The Greatest Mind


The Greatest Mind

The winds of this world are strong
And the waves of the sea do grind
But we are renewed with sanctuary
Through peace in The Greatest Mind


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No Ordinary Laugh


Speak in tongues that confuse the minds of scholars.
A thousand miles away, a woman screams in terror.
The devil dances in fields of corn.
No ordinary laugh.
She's chained to life like a prisoner,
doubting her faith with a lack of hope.
Everyone is plastic, rubber coated hearts.
Feelings bounce from one to another.
It's no ordinary laugh, when the heart is broken.
Standing in the middle, a sponge soaking in infection.
Her disease is the woman, she pretends to be.
Loneliness isn't so bad when, you love yourself.
Trying to remove the plastic, easy to assemble.
In a world of broken hearts, the ears are listening.

No Ordinary Laugh


Speak in tongues that confuse the minds of scholars.
A thousand miles away, a woman screams in terror.
The devil dances in fields of corn.
No ordinary laugh.
She's chained to life like a prisoner,
doubting her faith with a lack of hope.
Everyone is plastic, rubber coated hearts.
Feelings bounce from one to another.
It's no ordinary laugh, when the heart is broken.
Standing in the middle, a sponge soaking in infection.
Her disease is the woman, she pretends to be.
Loneliness isn't so bad when, you love yourself.
Trying to remove the plastic, easy to assemble.
In a world of broken hearts, the ears are listening.

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No Ordinary Laugh


Speak in tongues that confuse the minds of scholars.
A thousand miles away, a woman screams in terror.
The devil dances in fields of corn.
No ordinary laugh.
She's chained to life like a prisoner,
doubting her faith with a lack of hope.
Everyone is plastic, rubber coated hearts.
Feelings bounce from one to another.
It's no ordinary laugh, when the heart is broken.
Standing in the middle, a sponge soaking in infection.
Her disease is the woman, she pretends to be.
Loneliness isn't so bad when, you love yourself.
Trying to remove the plastic, easy to assemble.
In a world of broken hearts, the ears are listening.

No Ordinary Laugh


Speak in tongues that confuse the minds of scholars.
A thousand miles away, a woman screams in terror.
The devil dances in fields of corn.
No ordinary laugh.
She's chained to life like a prisoner,
doubting her faith with a lack of hope.
Everyone is plastic, rubber coated hearts.
Feelings bounce from one to another.
It's no ordinary laugh, when the heart is broken.
Standing in the middle, a sponge soaking in infection.
Her disease is the woman, she pretends to be.
Loneliness isn't so bad when, you love yourself.
Trying to remove the plastic, easy to assemble.
In a world of broken hearts, the ears are listening.

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A Brief History of Social Economy

Our needs are simple: food, shelter, security, comfort, leisure to create.  But historically, there has never been enough to go around.  The basics of life were available only to those who could command the labor of others on their behalf.

There has always been a struggle to determine who shall toil and who shall live in leisure.  Comfort was linked inextricably to oppression.  Because we were either slaves or masters, we have a long habit of distrust, and have learned to regard each other as competitors in a struggle for power and pursuit of scarce resources.

In the 21st Century, mankind for the first time has the potential for sufficiency.  Machines substitute for labor.  Technology has given us the horn of plenty, and no one’s comfort need depend any longer on the suffering of another. 

Habits die slowly.  The mental orientation toward scarcity is deeply ingrained, and the hunger for power will not die in a single generation.  But reality will free us in time from resentments and struggle.  As the basis for our fears dies away, so, too, will the fears, and with them our constrained habits of thought.

We shall be freed to regard one another as sacred souls all, reflections of ourselves and companions on our voyage into mystery.

A Brief History of Social Economy

Our needs are simple: food, shelter, security, comfort, leisure to create.  But historically, there has never been enough to go around.  The basics of life were available only to those who could command the labor of others on their behalf.

There has always been a struggle to determine who shall toil and who shall live in leisure.  Comfort was linked inextricably to oppression.  Because we were either slaves or masters, we have a long habit of distrust, and have learned to regard each other as competitors in a struggle for power and pursuit of scarce resources.

In the 21st Century, mankind for the first time has the potential for sufficiency.  Machines substitute for labor.  Technology has given us the horn of plenty, and no one’s comfort need depend any longer on the suffering of another. 

Habits die slowly.  The mental orientation toward scarcity is deeply ingrained, and the hunger for power will not die in a single generation.  But reality will free us in time from resentments and struggle.  As the basis for our fears dies away, so, too, will the fears, and with them our constrained habits of thought.

We shall be freed to regard one another as sacred souls all, reflections of ourselves and companions on our voyage into mystery.

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Daily Inspiration
Josh Mitteldorf
"March 1, 2009"
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Contribution #3314

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Josh Mitteldorf
"March 1, 2009"
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All the Time in the World

A billion years ago, when you implanted the first nuclear membrane in the first eukaryotic cell, laying the foundation for multicellular life, impatience was nowhere in your process.


So what if it takes another thousand years to establish utopian peace and universal human empathy?


All the Time in the World

A billion years ago, when you implanted the first nuclear membrane in the first eukaryotic cell, laying the foundation for multicellular life, impatience was nowhere in your process.


So what if it takes another thousand years to establish utopian peace and universal human empathy?


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Daily Inspiration
Josh Mitteldorf
"may 5, 2009"
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Contribution #3263

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Josh Mitteldorf
"may 5, 2009"
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Seeing with clarity, a practice discipline
  • Learn to love the world.

  • Every life has a story, every story is important.

  • Don’t judge others, love them.

  • Don’t try to be profound, just be true.

  • Treat everyone with dignity and respect.

  • There are no ordinary people, there are only extraordinary ones.

  • Remember to laugh and to see humor in everyday things.

  • Be a servant.

    • © 2008 by George Polley; from an earlier version copyrighted by the author in 1999.

      Seeing with clarity, a practice discipline

    • Learn to love the world.

    • Every life has a story, every story is important.

    • Don’t judge others, love them.

    • Don’t try to be profound, just be true.

    • Treat everyone with dignity and respect.

    • There are no ordinary people, there are only extraordinary ones.

    • Remember to laugh and to see humor in everyday things.

    • Be a servant.

      • © 2008 by George Polley; from an earlier version copyrighted by the author in 1999.

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        I wrote and published it originally in 1999, adding the second line in 2008.
        Contribution #3226

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        I wrote and published it originally in 1999, adding the second line in 2008.
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        Voices Education Project
        The mission: Helping people understand the roots of war, violence, and conflict by hearing the voices of witnesses and helping communities to take compassionate action.  This is what Voices Education Project is all about. I was a founder of this project that provides resources to teachers and students who are exploring the subjects of war and violent conflict, peace and peace-making.

        The vision: Acknowledging that conflict is inevitable, we envision a world in which nations, communities, and individuals move beyond polarization and destruction, instead viewing conflict as an opportunity to create understanding, empathy and positive change. Through education, the arts, and self-expression, Voices aims to transform how we respond to, engage in, and recover from conflict. By working directly with instructors and students we strive to model pedagogical methods and social processes that challenge and enrich the arts, humanities and social science curricula.
         

        Voices Education Project

        The mission: Helping people understand the roots of war, violence, and conflict by hearing the voices of witnesses and helping communities to take compassionate action.  This is what Voices Education Project is all about. I was a founder of this project that provides resources to teachers and students who are exploring the subjects of war and violent conflict, peace and peace-making.

        The vision: Acknowledging that conflict is inevitable, we envision a world in which nations, communities, and individuals move beyond polarization and destruction, instead viewing conflict as an opportunity to create understanding, empathy and positive change. Through education, the arts, and self-expression, Voices aims to transform how we respond to, engage in, and recover from conflict. By working directly with instructors and students we strive to model pedagogical methods and social processes that challenge and enrich the arts, humanities and social science curricula.
         

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        Birdwings
        Your grief for what you've lost lifts a mirror
        up to where you're bravely working.
        Expecting the worst, you look, and instead,
        here's the joyful face you've been wanting to see.
        Your hand opens and closes and opens and closes.
        If it were always a fist or always stretched open,
        you would be paralyzed.
        Your deepest presence is in every small contracting and expanding,
        the two as beautifully balanced and coordinated
        as birdwings.

        Birdwings

        Your grief for what you've lost lifts a mirror
        up to where you're bravely working.
        Expecting the worst, you look, and instead,
        here's the joyful face you've been wanting to see.
        Your hand opens and closes and opens and closes.
        If it were always a fist or always stretched open,
        you would be paralyzed.
        Your deepest presence is in every small contracting and expanding,
        the two as beautifully balanced and coordinated
        as birdwings.

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        Source type: Book
        The Essential Rumi
        by Translated by Coleman Barks
        Page p. 174
        Published by Harper , San Francisco, CA , 1995
        http://
        Contribution #2817

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        The Essential Rumi
        by Translated by Coleman Barks
        Page p. 174
        Published by Harper , San Francisco, CA , 1995
        http://
        Contribution #2817


        Would We do as Well?
        In a laboratory setting, macaques were fed if they were willing to pull a chain and electrically shock an unrelated macaque whose agony was in plain view through a one-way mirror. Otherwise, they starved. After learning the ropes, the monkeys frequently refused to pull the chain; in one experiment only 13% would do so - 87% preferred to go hungry. One macaque went without food for nearly two weeks rather than hurt its fellow. Macaques who had themselves been shocked in previous experiments were even less willing to pull the chain. The relative social status or gender of the macaques had little bearing on their reluctance to hurt others.

        If the circumstances were reversed, and captive humans were offered the same deal by macaque scientists, would we do as well?

        Would We do as Well?

        In a laboratory setting, macaques were fed if they were willing to pull a chain and electrically shock an unrelated macaque whose agony was in plain view through a one-way mirror. Otherwise, they starved. After learning the ropes, the monkeys frequently refused to pull the chain; in one experiment only 13% would do so - 87% preferred to go hungry. One macaque went without food for nearly two weeks rather than hurt its fellow. Macaques who had themselves been shocked in previous experiments were even less willing to pull the chain. The relative social status or gender of the macaques had little bearing on their reluctance to hurt others.

        If the circumstances were reversed, and captive humans were offered the same deal by macaque scientists, would we do as well?

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        Shadows of Forgotten Ancestors
        Page 107
        Published by Ballantine , 1993
        Amazon.com
        Contribution #2815

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        Shadows of Forgotten Ancestors
        Page 107
        Published by Ballantine , 1993
        Amazon.com
        Contribution #2815


        Masses
        AMONG the mountains I wandered and saw blue haze and
        red crag and was amazed;
        On the beach where the long push under the endless tide
        maneuvers, I stood silent;
        Under the stars on the prairie watching the
        Dipper slant over the horizon's grass, I was full of thoughts.
        Great men, pageants of war and labor, soldiers and workers,
        mothers lifting their children--these all I
        touched, and felt the solemn thrill of them.
        And then one day I got a true look at the Poor, millions
        of the Poor, patient and toiling; more patient than
        crags, tides, and stars; innumerable, patient as the
        darkness of night--and all broken, humble ruins of nations.

        Masses

        AMONG the mountains I wandered and saw blue haze and
        red crag and was amazed;
        On the beach where the long push under the endless tide
        maneuvers, I stood silent;
        Under the stars on the prairie watching the
        Dipper slant over the horizon's grass, I was full of thoughts.
        Great men, pageants of war and labor, soldiers and workers,
        mothers lifting their children--these all I
        touched, and felt the solemn thrill of them.
        And then one day I got a true look at the Poor, millions
        of the Poor, patient and toiling; more patient than
        crags, tides, and stars; innumerable, patient as the
        darkness of night--and all broken, humble ruins of nations.

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        Source type: Book
        Chicago Poems
        Published by Henry Holt , New York , 1916
        http://carl-sandburg.com/masses.htm
        Contribution #2564

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        Chicago Poems
        Published by Henry Holt , New York , 1916
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        Contribution #2564


        They Will Say

        Of my city the worst that men will ever say is this:
        You took little children away from the sun and the dew,
        And the glimmers that played in the grass under the great sky,
        And the reckless rain; you put them between walls
        To work, broken and smothered, for bread and wages,
        To eat dust in their throats and die empty-hearted
        For a little handful of pay on a few Saturday nights.

        They Will Say

        Of my city the worst that men will ever say is this:
        You took little children away from the sun and the dew,
        And the glimmers that played in the grass under the great sky,
        And the reckless rain; you put them between walls
        To work, broken and smothered, for bread and wages,
        To eat dust in their throats and die empty-hearted
        For a little handful of pay on a few Saturday nights.

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        Source type: Book
        Chicago Poems
        Page 9
        Published by Henry Holt , New York , 1916
        http://rpo.library.utoronto.ca/poem/1801.html
        Contribution #2563

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        Chicago Poems
        Page 9
        Published by Henry Holt , New York , 1916
        http://rpo.library.utoronto.ca/poem/1801.html
        Contribution #2563


        As Gandhi Said

        Humanity’s resort to violence
        To settle ego’s conflicts makes no sense,
        For everything we claim to be humane
        Bids us to be compassionate and sane:

        To love our neighbors as we love ourselves
        And stash our grievances on basement shelves
        Once we’ve resolved our conflicts peacefully
        With justice, honor, truth and equity.

        That’s our ideal, proclaimed by saints and sages
        In wisdom texts and scriptures through the ages,
        And yet in all this time we’ve still not learned
        The arts of peace for which we’ve deeply yearned.

        Only a peaceful Spirit saves the day:
        “There is no way to peace. Peace is the way."

        As Gandhi Said

        Humanity’s resort to violence
        To settle ego’s conflicts makes no sense,
        For everything we claim to be humane
        Bids us to be compassionate and sane:

        To love our neighbors as we love ourselves
        And stash our grievances on basement shelves
        Once we’ve resolved our conflicts peacefully
        With justice, honor, truth and equity.

        That’s our ideal, proclaimed by saints and sages
        In wisdom texts and scriptures through the ages,
        And yet in all this time we’ve still not learned
        The arts of peace for which we’ve deeply yearned.

        Only a peaceful Spirit saves the day:
        “There is no way to peace. Peace is the way."

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        Alan Nordstrom
        "Alan Nordstrom's Blog - Sunday, September 14, 2008"
        http://alan-nordstrom.blogspot.com
        Viewed on November 8, 2008
        Contribution #2553

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        Alan Nordstrom
        "Alan Nordstrom's Blog - Sunday, September 14, 2008"
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        Viewed on November 8, 2008
        Contribution #2553


        On Migraines
        Who would I be without my migraines, without bouts of intense helpless pain that began before I could tell people what was going on? I empathize with end of life decisions, because I have experienced a state in which death would be a mercy. I glimpse the anguish of a bombed child or a burn victim. I understand hell, viscerally. Would I be as compassionate as I am? Would I have chosen to be a healer? Would I still believe in the self-indulgent absurdity of a perfect loving god who slotted most of humanity for unending torture?

        On Migraines

        Who would I be without my migraines, without bouts of intense helpless pain that began before I could tell people what was going on? I empathize with end of life decisions, because I have experienced a state in which death would be a mercy. I glimpse the anguish of a bombed child or a burn victim. I understand hell, viscerally. Would I be as compassionate as I am? Would I have chosen to be a healer? Would I still believe in the self-indulgent absurdity of a perfect loving god who slotted most of humanity for unending torture?

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        Lord, make me an instrument of Thy 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;
        and 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,
        and it is in dying that we are born to eternal life.

        Lord, make me an instrument of Thy 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;
        and 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,
        and it is in dying that we are born to eternal life.

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        Francis of Assisi
        http://www.worldprayers.org
        Viewed on October 23, 2008
        Contribution #2219

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        Francis of Assisi
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        Contribution #2219


        Please Call Me By My True Names, because I have so many names.
        Do not say that I'll depart tomorrow
        because even today I still arrive.

        Look deeply:  I arrive in every second
        to be a bud on a spring branch,
        to be a tiny bird, with wings still fragile,
             learning to sing in my new nest,
        to be a caterpillar in the heart of flower,
        to be a jewel hiding itself in a stone.

        I still arive, in oder to laugh and to cry,
             in order to fear and to hope,
        the rhythm of my heart is the birth and
             dealth of all that are alive.
        I am the mayfly metamorphosing on the surface of the river,
        and I am the bird which, when spring comes,
             arrives in time to eat the mayfly.

        I am the frog swimming happily in the
             clear water of a pond,
        and I am also the grass-snake who,
             approaching in silance,
             feeds itself on the frog. 

        I am the child in Uganda, all skin and bones,
             my legs as thin as bamboo sticks,
        and I am the arms merchant, selling deadly
             weapons to Uganda. 

        I am the 12 year old girl, refugee
             on a small boat,
        who thros herself into the ocean after
             being raped by a sea pirate,
        and I am the pirate, my heart not yet capable of seeing and loving.

        I am a member of the politburo, with
             plenty of power in my hands,
        and I am the man who has to pay his
             "debt of blood" to my people,
        dying slowly in a forced labor camp.

        My joy is like spring, so warm it makes
             flowers bloom in all walks of life.
        My pain is like a river of tears, so full it
             fills up the four oceans.

        Please call me by my true names,
             so I can wake up,
        and so the door of my heart can be left open,
        the door of comapssion.

        Please Call Me By My True Names, because I have so many names.

        Do not say that I'll depart tomorrow
        because even today I still arrive.

        Look deeply:  I arrive in every second
        to be a bud on a spring branch,
        to be a tiny bird, with wings still fragile,
             learning to sing in my new nest,
        to be a caterpillar in the heart of flower,
        to be a jewel hiding itself in a stone.

        I still arive, in oder to laugh and to cry,
             in order to fear and to hope,
        the rhythm of my heart is the birth and
             dealth of all that are alive.
        I am the mayfly metamorphosing on the surface of the river,
        and I am the bird which, when spring comes,
             arrives in time to eat the mayfly.

        I am the frog swimming happily in the
             clear water of a pond,
        and I am also the grass-snake who,
             approaching in silance,
             feeds itself on the frog. 

        I am the child in Uganda, all skin and bones,
             my legs as thin as bamboo sticks,
        and I am the arms merchant, selling deadly
             weapons to Uganda. 

        I am the 12 year old girl, refugee
             on a small boat,
        who thros herself into the ocean after
             being raped by a sea pirate,
        and I am the pirate, my heart not yet capable of seeing and loving.

        I am a member of the politburo, with
             plenty of power in my hands,
        and I am the man who has to pay his
             "debt of blood" to my people,
        dying slowly in a forced labor camp.

        My joy is like spring, so warm it makes
             flowers bloom in all walks of life.
        My pain is like a river of tears, so full it
             fills up the four oceans.

        Please call me by my true names,
             so I can wake up,
        and so the door of my heart can be left open,
        the door of comapssion.

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        Source type: Book
        Being Peace
        Page 83-85
        Published by Parallax Press , Berkeley, CA
        http://
        Contribution #1867

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        Being Peace
        Page 83-85
        Published by Parallax Press , Berkeley, CA
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        Contribution #1867


        of Buying and Selling
        And a merchant said, "Speak to us of Buying and Selling."
        And he answered and said:

        To you the earth yields her fruit, and you shall not want if you but know how to fill your hands.
        It is in exchanging the gifts of the earth that you shall find abundance and be satisfied.
        Yet unless the exchange be in love and kindly justice, it will but lead some to greed and others to hunger.

        When in the market place you toilers of the sea and fields and vineyards meet the weavers and the potters and the gatherers of spices, -
        Invoke then the master spirit of the earth, to come into your midst and sanctify the scales and the reckoning that weighs value against value.

        And suffer not the barren-handed to take part in your transactions, who would sell their words for your labour.
        To such men you should say,
        "Come with us to the field, or go with our brothers to the sea and cast your net;
        For the land and the sea shall be bountiful to you even as to us."

        And if there come the singers and the dancers and the flute players, - buy of their gifts also.
        For they too are gatherers of fruit and frankincense, and that which they bring, though fashioned of dreams, is raiment and food for your soul.

        And before you leave the marketplace, see that no one has gone his way with empty hands.
        For the master spirit of the earth shall not sleep peacefully upon the wind till the needs of the least of you are satisfied.

        of Buying and Selling

        And a merchant said, "Speak to us of Buying and Selling."
        And he answered and said:

        To you the earth yields her fruit, and you shall not want if you but know how to fill your hands.
        It is in exchanging the gifts of the earth that you shall find abundance and be satisfied.
        Yet unless the exchange be in love and kindly justice, it will but lead some to greed and others to hunger.

        When in the market place you toilers of the sea and fields and vineyards meet the weavers and the potters and the gatherers of spices, -
        Invoke then the master spirit of the earth, to come into your midst and sanctify the scales and the reckoning that weighs value against value.

        And suffer not the barren-handed to take part in your transactions, who would sell their words for your labour.
        To such men you should say,
        "Come with us to the field, or go with our brothers to the sea and cast your net;
        For the land and the sea shall be bountiful to you even as to us."

        And if there come the singers and the dancers and the flute players, - buy of their gifts also.
        For they too are gatherers of fruit and frankincense, and that which they bring, though fashioned of dreams, is raiment and food for your soul.

        And before you leave the marketplace, see that no one has gone his way with empty hands.
        For the master spirit of the earth shall not sleep peacefully upon the wind till the needs of the least of you are satisfied.

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        Source type: Book
        The Prophet
        Page 37-38
        Published by Alfred A. Knopf , New York , 1992
        http://www-rcf.usc.edu/~pvk/literature/gibran/gibran11.html
        Contribution #1828

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        Source type: Book
        The Prophet
        Page 37-38
        Published by Alfred A. Knopf , New York , 1992
        http://www-rcf.usc.edu/~pvk/literature/gibran/gibran11.html
        Contribution #1828


        Affection
        To feel affectionate toward all things living,
        All creatures great and small, is my ideal;
        St. Francis is my model for such giving,
        Who proves this rational abstraction real.

        He shows me it is possible to feel
        Our kinship with all Nature and grow kind,
        To sympathize with others and to heal
        What’s broken in ourselves, both heart and mind.

        Without such fellow-feeling we grow cold,
        Cut off from the embrace of sympathy,
        Reduced to what is simply bought and sold,
        Transactions without passion, without glee.

        What’s tender, gentle, soft, confederate
        Is best, since what I give is what I get.

        Affection

        To feel affectionate toward all things living,
        All creatures great and small, is my ideal;
        St. Francis is my model for such giving,
        Who proves this rational abstraction real.

        He shows me it is possible to feel
        Our kinship with all Nature and grow kind,
        To sympathize with others and to heal
        What’s broken in ourselves, both heart and mind.

        Without such fellow-feeling we grow cold,
        Cut off from the embrace of sympathy,
        Reduced to what is simply bought and sold,
        Transactions without passion, without glee.

        What’s tender, gentle, soft, confederate
        Is best, since what I give is what I get.

        Source

        Source type: Website
        Alan Nordstrom
        "Alan Nordstrom's Blog"
        http://alan-nordstrom.blogspot.com/search?updated-max=2008-05-10T04%3A29%3A00-07%3A00&max-results=7
        Viewed on June 13, 2008
        Contribution #1489

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        Alan Nordstrom
        "Alan Nordstrom's Blog"
        http://alan-nordstrom.blogspot.com/search?updated-max=2008-05-10T04%3A29%3A00-07%3A00&max-results=7
        Viewed on June 13, 2008
        Contribution #1489


        True Need
        “True affluence is not needing anything.”

        What right have we to own more than we need
        So long as someone else is going without?
        This has to be the fundamental creed
        Of our humanity, I cannot doubt.

        True affluence, as Gary Snyder said,
        Is needing nothing—lacking only need:
        Shelter, clothing, rest, and daily bread,
        Good health, companionship, we’re all agreed,

        Are absolute human necessities,
        Yet we need more than that to be humane,
        For only justice with compassion frees
        Our souls from avarice and leaves us sane.

        We are a greedy breed who’ve still to learn
        To make the needs of others our concern.

        True Need

        “True affluence is not needing anything.”

        What right have we to own more than we need
        So long as someone else is going without?
        This has to be the fundamental creed
        Of our humanity, I cannot doubt.

        True affluence, as Gary Snyder said,
        Is needing nothing—lacking only need:
        Shelter, clothing, rest, and daily bread,
        Good health, companionship, we’re all agreed,

        Are absolute human necessities,
        Yet we need more than that to be humane,
        For only justice with compassion frees
        Our souls from avarice and leaves us sane.

        We are a greedy breed who’ve still to learn
        To make the needs of others our concern.

        Source

        Source type: Website
        Alan Nordstrom
        "Alan Nordstrom's Blog"
        http://alan-nordstrom.blogspot.com/search?updated-max=2008-05-10T04%3A29%3A00-07%3A00&max-results=7
        Viewed on June 13, 2008
        Contribution #1488

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        Alan Nordstrom
        "Alan Nordstrom's Blog"
        http://alan-nordstrom.blogspot.com/search?updated-max=2008-05-10T04%3A29%3A00-07%3A00&max-results=7
        Viewed on June 13, 2008
        Contribution #1488


        Curing Evil
        If we could pick the lock of every brain
        And know the hidden motives of our sins,
        We’d see that all offensiveness begins
        As recompense for some infernal pain.

        All evils are the deeds of the insane
        For malady and wickedness are twins;
        Salvation is the salve that heals our sins,
        Relieves our wound, and then removes its stain.

        That heal and health and holiness are one
        At root reveals there’s curing to be done.

        Curing Evil

        If we could pick the lock of every brain
        And know the hidden motives of our sins,
        We’d see that all offensiveness begins
        As recompense for some infernal pain.

        All evils are the deeds of the insane
        For malady and wickedness are twins;
        Salvation is the salve that heals our sins,
        Relieves our wound, and then removes its stain.

        That heal and health and holiness are one
        At root reveals there’s curing to be done.

        Source

        Source type: Website
        Alan Nordstrom
        "Alan Nordstrom's Blog"
        http://alan-nordstrom.blogspot.com/
        Viewed on June 10, 2008
        Contribution #1477

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        Alan Nordstrom
        "Alan Nordstrom's Blog"
        http://alan-nordstrom.blogspot.com/
        Viewed on June 10, 2008
        Contribution #1477


        Small Cactus
        Your roots are set in barren land

        Your existence seems cold and bitter

        You stand alone and brave in a legendary graveyard

        Yet your body is green with life

        And the sight of you brings hope

        Small Cactus

        Your roots are set in barren land

        Your existence seems cold and bitter

        You stand alone and brave in a legendary graveyard

        Yet your body is green with life

        And the sight of you brings hope

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        My Journals
        Contribution #1362

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        My Journals
        Contribution #1362


        The Invitation
        It doesn't interest me what you do for a living,
        I want to know what you ache for,
        And if you dare to dream of meeting
        Your heart's longing.

        It doesn't interest me how old you are
        I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool
        For love, for your dreams,
        For the adventure of being alive.

        It doesn't interest me what planets are squaring your moon.
        I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow,
        If you have been opened by life's betrayals,
        Or have become shriveled and closed for fear of further pain.

        I want to know if you can sit with pain,
        Mine or your own,
        Without moving
        To hide it or fade it or fix it.

        I want to know if you can be with joy,
        Mine or your own,
        If you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes
        Without cautioning us to be careful, be realistic, or to remember the limitations of being human.

        I want to know if you can see beauty
        Even when it is not pretty every day,
        And if you can source your life
        From God's presence.

        I want to know if you can live with failure,
        Yours and mine,
        And still stand on the edge of a lake and shout to the silver of the full moon,
        "Yes!"

        It doesn't interest me to know where you live or how much money you have.
        I want to know if you can get up after the night of grief and despair,
        Weary and bruised to the bone,
        And do what needs to be done for the children.

        It doesn't interest me who you are,
        how you came to be here.
        I want to know if you will stand
        In the center of the fire with me
        And not shrink back.

        It doesn't interest me where or what or with whom you have studied.
        I want to know what sustains you
        From the inside
        When all else falls away.

        I want to know if you can be alone
        And if you truly like the company you keep
        In the empty moments.

        The Invitation

        It doesn't interest me what you do for a living,
        I want to know what you ache for,
        And if you dare to dream of meeting
        Your heart's longing.

        It doesn't interest me how old you are
        I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool
        For love, for your dreams,
        For the adventure of being alive.

        It doesn't interest me what planets are squaring your moon.
        I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow,
        If you have been opened by life's betrayals,
        Or have become shriveled and closed for fear of further pain.

        I want to know if you can sit with pain,
        Mine or your own,
        Without moving
        To hide it or fade it or fix it.

        I want to know if you can be with joy,
        Mine or your own,
        If you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes
        Without cautioning us to be careful, be realistic, or to remember the limitations of being human.

        I want to know if you can see beauty
        Even when it is not pretty every day,
        And if you can source your life
        From God's presence.

        I want to know if you can live with failure,
        Yours and mine,
        And still stand on the edge of a lake and shout to the silver of the full moon,
        "Yes!"

        It doesn't interest me to know where you live or how much money you have.
        I want to know if you can get up after the night of grief and despair,
        Weary and bruised to the bone,
        And do what needs to be done for the children.

        It doesn't interest me who you are,
        how you came to be here.
        I want to know if you will stand
        In the center of the fire with me
        And not shrink back.

        It doesn't interest me where or what or with whom you have studied.
        I want to know what sustains you
        From the inside
        When all else falls away.

        I want to know if you can be alone
        And if you truly like the company you keep
        In the empty moments.

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        True Justice
        Enthroned upon the mighty truth, Within the confines of the laws,
        True Justice seeth not the man, But only hears his cause.
        Unconscious of his creed or race, She cannot see, but only weighs;
        For Justice with unbandaged eyes Would be oppression in disguise.

        Paul Laurence Dunbar

        True Justice

        Enthroned upon the mighty truth, Within the confines of the laws,
        True Justice seeth not the man, But only hears his cause.
        Unconscious of his creed or race, She cannot see, but only weighs;
        For Justice with unbandaged eyes Would be oppression in disguise.

        Paul Laurence Dunbar

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        Three Passions

        Three passions have governed my life:
        The longings for love, the search for knowledge,
        And unbearable pity for the suffering of [humankind].

        Love brings ecstasy and relieves loneliness.
        In the union of love I have seen
        In a mystic miniature the prefiguring vision
        Of the heavens that saints and poets have imagined.

        With equal passion I have sought knowledge.
        I have wished to understand the hearts of [people].
        I have wished to know why the stars shine.

        Love and knowledge led upwards to the heavens,
        But always pity brought me back to earth;
        Cries of pain reverberated in my heart
        Of children in famine, of victims tortured
        And of old people left helpless.
        I long to alleviate the evil, but I cannot,
        And I too suffer.

        This has been my life; I found it worth living.

        Three Passions

        Three passions have governed my life:
        The longings for love, the search for knowledge,
        And unbearable pity for the suffering of [humankind].

        Love brings ecstasy and relieves loneliness.
        In the union of love I have seen
        In a mystic miniature the prefiguring vision
        Of the heavens that saints and poets have imagined.

        With equal passion I have sought knowledge.
        I have wished to understand the hearts of [people].
        I have wished to know why the stars shine.

        Love and knowledge led upwards to the heavens,
        But always pity brought me back to earth;
        Cries of pain reverberated in my heart
        Of children in famine, of victims tortured
        And of old people left helpless.
        I long to alleviate the evil, but I cannot,
        And I too suffer.

        This has been my life; I found it worth living.

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        Source type: Website
        Bertrand Russell
        http://www.wisdomquotes.com
        Viewed on March 1, 2008
        Contribution #776

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        Bertrand Russell
        http://www.wisdomquotes.com
        Viewed on March 1, 2008
        Contribution #776


        Please Call Me by My True Names
        Don't say that I will depart tomorrow --
        even today I am still arriving.

        Look deeply: every second I am arriving
        to be a bud on a Spring branch,
        to be a tiny bird, with still-fragile wings,
        learning to sing in my new nest,
        to be a caterpillar in the heart of a flower,
        to be a jewel hiding itself in a stone.

        I still arrive, in order to laugh and to cry,
        to fear and to hope.

        The rhythm of my heart is the birth and death
        of all that is alive.

        I am the mayfly metamorphosing
        on the surface of the river.
        And I am the bird
        that swoops down to swallow the mayfly.

        I am the frog swimming happily
        in the clear water of a pond.
        And I am the grass-snake
        that silently feeds itself on the frog.

        I am the child in Uganda, all skin and bones,
        my legs as thin as bamboo sticks.
        And I am the arms merchant,
        selling deadly weapons to Uganda.

        I am the twelve-year-old girl,
        refugee on a small boat,
        who throws herself into the ocean
        after being raped by a sea pirate.
        And I am the pirate,
        my heart not yet capable
        of seeing and loving.

        I am a member of the politburo,
        with plenty of power in my hands.
        And I am the man who has to pay
        his "debt of blood" to my people
        dying slowly in a forced-labor camp.

        My joy is like Spring, so warm
        it makes flowers bloom all over the Earth.
        My pain is like a river of tears,
        so vast it fills the four oceans.

        Please call me by my true names,
        so I can hear all my cries and my laughter at once,
        so I can see that my joy and pain are one.

        Please call me by my true names,
        so I can wake up,
        and so the door of my heart
        can be left open,
        the door of compassion.

        Please Call Me by My True Names

        Don't say that I will depart tomorrow --
        even today I am still arriving.

        Look deeply: every second I am arriving
        to be a bud on a Spring branch,
        to be a tiny bird, with still-fragile wings,
        learning to sing in my new nest,
        to be a caterpillar in the heart of a flower,
        to be a jewel hiding itself in a stone.

        I still arrive, in order to laugh and to cry,
        to fear and to hope.

        The rhythm of my heart is the birth and death
        of all that is alive.

        I am the mayfly metamorphosing
        on the surface of the river.
        And I am the bird
        that swoops down to swallow the mayfly.

        I am the frog swimming happily
        in the clear water of a pond.
        And I am the grass-snake
        that silently feeds itself on the frog.

        I am the child in Uganda, all skin and bones,
        my legs as thin as bamboo sticks.
        And I am the arms merchant,
        selling deadly weapons to Uganda.

        I am the twelve-year-old girl,
        refugee on a small boat,
        who throws herself into the ocean
        after being raped by a sea pirate.
        And I am the pirate,
        my heart not yet capable
        of seeing and loving.

        I am a member of the politburo,
        with plenty of power in my hands.
        And I am the man who has to pay
        his "debt of blood" to my people
        dying slowly in a forced-labor camp.

        My joy is like Spring, so warm
        it makes flowers bloom all over the Earth.
        My pain is like a river of tears,
        so vast it fills the four oceans.

        Please call me by my true names,
        so I can hear all my cries and my laughter at once,
        so I can see that my joy and pain are one.

        Please call me by my true names,
        so I can wake up,
        and so the door of my heart
        can be left open,
        the door of compassion.

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        Source type: Website
        Thich Nhat Hanh
        Contribution #711

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        Thich Nhat Hanh
        Contribution #711


        Chief Tecumseh's words of wisdom

        So live your life that the fear of death can never enter your heart.
        Trouble no one about their religion;
        respect others in their view, and demand that they respect yours.
        Love your life, perfect your life, beautify all things in your life.

        Seek to make your life long and its purpose in the service of your people.
        Prepare a noble death song for the day when you go over the great divide.
        Always give a word or a sign of salute when meeting or passing a friend,
        even a stranger, when in a lonely place.
        Show respect to all people and grovel to none.

        When you arise in the morning give thanks for the food and for the joy of living.
        If you see no reason for giving thanks, the fault lies only in yourself.

        Abuse no one and no thing, for abuse turns the wise ones to fools
        and robs the spirit of its vision.

        When it comes your time to die, be not like those whose hearts are filled
        with the fear of death, so that when their time comes they weep
        and pray for a little more time to live their lives over again in a different way.
        Sing your death song and die like a hero going home.

        Chief Tecumseh's words of wisdom

        So live your life that the fear of death can never enter your heart.
        Trouble no one about their religion;
        respect others in their view, and demand that they respect yours.
        Love your life, perfect your life, beautify all things in your life.

        Seek to make your life long and its purpose in the service of your people.
        Prepare a noble death song for the day when you go over the great divide.
        Always give a word or a sign of salute when meeting or passing a friend,
        even a stranger, when in a lonely place.
        Show respect to all people and grovel to none.

        When you arise in the morning give thanks for the food and for the joy of living.
        If you see no reason for giving thanks, the fault lies only in yourself.

        Abuse no one and no thing, for abuse turns the wise ones to fools
        and robs the spirit of its vision.

        When it comes your time to die, be not like those whose hearts are filled
        with the fear of death, so that when their time comes they weep
        and pray for a little more time to live their lives over again in a different way.
        Sing your death song and die like a hero going home.

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        Source type: Website
        Chief Tecumseh 1768-1813 Shawnee Nation
        Viewed on April 13, 2008
        Contribution #662

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        Chief Tecumseh 1768-1813 Shawnee Nation
        Viewed on April 13, 2008
        Contribution #662


        Lakota Instructions for Living
        Friend do it this way - that is,
        whatever you do in life,
        do the very best you can
        with both your heart and mind.

        And if you do it that way,
        the Power Of The Universe
        will come to your assistance,
        if your heart and mind are in Unity.

        When one sits in the Hoop Of The People,
        one must be responsible because
        All of Creation is related.
        And the hurt of one is the hurt of all.
        And the honor of one is the honor of all.
        And whatever we do effects everything in the universe.

        If you do it that way - that is,
        if you truly join your heart and mind
        as One - whatever you ask for,
        that's the Way It's Going To Be.

        passed down from White Buffalo Calf Woman.

        Lakota Instructions for Living

        Friend do it this way - that is,
        whatever you do in life,
        do the very best you can
        with both your heart and mind.

        And if you do it that way,
        the Power Of The Universe
        will come to your assistance,
        if your heart and mind are in Unity.

        When one sits in the Hoop Of The People,
        one must be responsible because
        All of Creation is related.
        And the hurt of one is the hurt of all.
        And the honor of one is the honor of all.
        And whatever we do effects everything in the universe.

        If you do it that way - that is,
        if you truly join your heart and mind
        as One - whatever you ask for,
        that's the Way It's Going To Be.

        passed down from White Buffalo Calf Woman.

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        Source type: Website
        Lakota
        Viewed on April 13, 2008
        Contribution #661

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        Lakota
        Viewed on April 13, 2008
        Contribution #661


        The Child I Love

        The Child I love

        Backward and untouchable

        Looks like any other child

        But upon closer look

        There's something different about him

         

        He's not your usual child

        For he lives in two worlds

        His own and ours

        Yet he's not fully in ours

        But only physically

         

        Try to hug him

        And his world turns upside down

        As though a cataclysmic event occurred in his life

        Or an Earthquake shook his world

        He does not desire physical affection

        Yet he appreciates praise

         

        This child of mine

        I long to hug

        And have the hug returned

        I wish to be in the same world

        He in mine and me in his

         

        That will never be

        For it seems he can't be reached

        To be hugged or be understood

        Nor will he hug or understand

        There is a world far bigger than his

        Maybe one day he'll seek out this world

         

        Maybe one day

        He'll come to me

        And hug me

        Just because he loves me

         

        Maybe one day

        I can hug him

        Just because I love him

         

        Maybe one day

        We can share each other's joys and sorrows

        Maybe one day we can share our two worlds

        And others can share theirs with him

        The Child I Love

        The Child I love

        Backward and untouchable

        Looks like any other child

        But upon closer look

        There's something different about him

         

        He's not your usual child

        For he lives in two worlds

        His own and ours

        Yet he's not fully in ours

        But only physically

         

        Try to hug him

        And his world turns upside down

        As though a cataclysmic event occurred in his life

        Or an Earthquake shook his world

        He does not desire physical affection

        Yet he appreciates praise

         

        This child of mine

        I long to hug

        And have the hug returned

        I wish to be in the same world

        He in mine and me in his

         

        That will never be

        For it seems he can't be reached

        To be hugged or be understood

        Nor will he hug or understand

        There is a world far bigger than his

        Maybe one day he'll seek out this world

         

        Maybe one day

        He'll come to me

        And hug me

        Just because he loves me

         

        Maybe one day

        I can hug him

        Just because I love him

         

        Maybe one day

        We can share each other's joys and sorrows

        Maybe one day we can share our two worlds

        And others can share theirs with him

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        Mriana Brinson
        Contribution #616

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        Mriana Brinson
        Contribution #616


        May I be a Boat, a Raft, a Bridge
        With folded hands,
        I beseech the Buddhas of all directions
        To shine the lamp of dharma
        For all bewildered
        In the gloom of misery.

        I join my hands, beseeching the enlightened ones
        Who wish to pass beyond the bonds of sorrow;
        Do not leave us in our ignorance;
        Remain among us for unnumbered ages.

        And through these actions now performed,
        By all the virtue i have just amassed,
        May all the pain of every living being
        Be wholly scattered and destroyed.

        For all those ailing in the world,
        Until their every sickness has been healed,
        May I myself become for them
        The doctor, nurse and medicine itself.

        My body, thus, and all my goods besides,
        And all my merits gained and to be gained,
        I give them all away withholding nothing
        To bring about the benefit of beings.

        May I be a guard for those who are protectorless,
        A guide for those who journey on the road.
        For those who wish to go across the water,
        May I be a boat, a raft, a bridge.

        May I be a Boat, a Raft, a Bridge

        With folded hands,
        I beseech the Buddhas of all directions
        To shine the lamp of dharma
        For all bewildered
        In the gloom of misery.

        I join my hands, beseeching the enlightened ones
        Who wish to pass beyond the bonds of sorrow;
        Do not leave us in our ignorance;
        Remain among us for unnumbered ages.

        And through these actions now performed,
        By all the virtue i have just amassed,
        May all the pain of every living being
        Be wholly scattered and destroyed.

        For all those ailing in the world,
        Until their every sickness has been healed,
        May I myself become for them
        The doctor, nurse and medicine itself.

        My body, thus, and all my goods besides,
        And all my merits gained and to be gained,
        I give them all away withholding nothing
        To bring about the benefit of beings.

        May I be a guard for those who are protectorless,
        A guide for those who journey on the road.
        For those who wish to go across the water,
        May I be a boat, a raft, a bridge.

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        Prayer

        May I become at all times, both now and forever

        A protector for those without protection

        A guide for those who have lost their way

        A ship for those with oceans to cross

        A sanctuary for those in danger

        A lamp for those without light

        A place of refuge for those who lack shelter

        And a servant to all in need.

        Prayer

        May I become at all times, both now and forever

        A protector for those without protection

        A guide for those who have lost their way

        A ship for those with oceans to cross

        A sanctuary for those in danger

        A lamp for those without light

        A place of refuge for those who lack shelter

        And a servant to all in need.

        Source

        Source type: Book
        Ethics for the New Millennium
        by His Holiness the Dalai Lama
        Page Ch. 16, p. 237
        Published by Riverhead Books , New York , 1999
        http://
        Contribution #535

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        Ethics for the New Millennium
        by His Holiness the Dalai Lama
        Page Ch. 16, p. 237
        Published by Riverhead Books , New York , 1999
        http://
        Contribution #535


        Compassion

        For you my child, born to besieged city
        bathed in blood, I bow my head.

        Breathe deep, oh, child of war,
        my gift to you this day,
        the breath of life.

        Draw hope, from freedom's gasp
        inhale, for I mere mortal man,
        exhale humanity.

        I bear no arms against
        the beauty at my breast;
        bask in my benevolence.

        I cradle you, treasured infant.
        I, a surrogate, mother,
        you rest, that I might bring you shelter.

        Bring back my youth,
        the child beneath these battered walls,
        and not the prodigy of battle.

        For bonded by a blanket,
        soaked and stained, you and I,
        our souls are still the same.

        Courage or cowardice, truth or lies,
        wisdom or folly, life or death;
        war distorts.

        God speed, my little one.
        I protect you;
        glory, grace and virtue,
        personified through child and man.

        Today, my precious ragged urchin,
        you will live.
        Compassion for the child
        has conquered all.
        The tragedy of life that brought us here,
        Pales beneath the guiding
        hand of God.

        And this my innocent of war is victory.

        You live, life lasts, war ends, time moves on.

        Compassion

        For you my child, born to besieged city
        bathed in blood, I bow my head.

        Breathe deep, oh, child of war,
        my gift to you this day,
        the breath of life.

        Draw hope, from freedom's gasp
        inhale, for I mere mortal man,
        exhale humanity.

        I bear no arms against
        the beauty at my breast;
        bask in my benevolence.

        I cradle you, treasured infant.
        I, a surrogate, mother,
        you rest, that I might bring you shelter.

        Bring back my youth,
        the child beneath these battered walls,
        and not the prodigy of battle.

        For bonded by a blanket,
        soaked and stained, you and I,
        our souls are still the same.

        Courage or cowardice, truth or lies,
        wisdom or folly, life or death;
        war distorts.

        God speed, my little one.
        I protect you;
        glory, grace and virtue,
        personified through child and man.

        Today, my precious ragged urchin,
        you will live.
        Compassion for the child
        has conquered all.
        The tragedy of life that brought us here,
        Pales beneath the guiding
        hand of God.

        And this my innocent of war is victory.

        You live, life lasts, war ends, time moves on.

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        Say a few mantras of compassion:
        "My thoughts of concern are with everyone."
        "I care about my world brothers and sisters."
        "I let my compassion turn into action."

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        Forgiveness loosens the knot of hurt
        It lightens your body-mind burden.
        Feeling guilty for holding negative thoughts?
        Forgive yourself and let that go too.
        Enjoy the harmonious feelings that follow.

        Forgiveness loosens the knot of hurt
        It lightens your body-mind burden.
        Feeling guilty for holding negative thoughts?
        Forgive yourself and let that go too.
        Enjoy the harmonious feelings that follow.

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        The Practice

        The Dalai Lama shared the following simple practice that will increase loving and compassion in the world.

        The Practice:

        1. Spend 5 minutes at the beginning of each day remembering we all want the same things (to be happy and be loved) and we are all connected to one another.
        2. Spend 5 minutes -- breathing in - cherishing yourself; and, breathing out - cherishing others. If you think about people you have difficulty cherishing, extend your cherishing to them anyway.
        3. During the day extend that attitude to everyone you meet. Practice cherishing the simplest person (clerks, attendants, etc., as well as the "important" people in your life; cherish the people you love and the people you dislike).
        4. Continue this practice no matter what happens or what anyone does to you.

        These thoughts are very simple, inspiring and helpful. The practice of cherishing can be taken very deep if done wordlessly; allowing yourself to feel the love and appreciation that already exists in your heart.

        The Practice

        The Dalai Lama shared the following simple practice that will increase loving and compassion in the world.

        The Practice:

        1. Spend 5 minutes at the beginning of each day remembering we all want the same things (to be happy and be loved) and we are all connected to one another.
        2. Spend 5 minutes -- breathing in - cherishing yourself; and, breathing out - cherishing others. If you think about people you have difficulty cherishing, extend your cherishing to them anyway.
        3. During the day extend that attitude to everyone you meet. Practice cherishing the simplest person (clerks, attendants, etc., as well as the "important" people in your life; cherish the people you love and the people you dislike).
        4. Continue this practice no matter what happens or what anyone does to you.

        These thoughts are very simple, inspiring and helpful. The practice of cherishing can be taken very deep if done wordlessly; allowing yourself to feel the love and appreciation that already exists in your heart.

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        Desiderata
        Go placidly amid the noise and haste,
        and remember what peace there may be in silence.
        As far as possible without surrender
        be on good terms with all persons.
        Speak your truth quietly and clearly;
        and listen to others,
        even the dull and the ignorant;
        they too have their story.

        Avoid loud and aggressive persons,
        they are vexations to the spirit.
        If you compare yourself with others,
        you may become vain and bitter;
        for always there will be greater
        and lesser persons than yourself.
        Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.

        Keep interested in your own career, however humble;
        it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.
        Exercise caution in your business affairs;
        for the world is full of trickery.
        But let this not blind you to what virtue there is;
        many persons strive for high ideals;
        and everywhere life is full of heroism.

        Be yourself.
        Especially, do not feign affection.
        Neither be cynical about love;
        for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment
        it is as perennial as the grass.

        Take kindly the counsel of the years,
        gracefully surrendering the things of youth.
        Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune.
        But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings.
        Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.

        Beyond a wholesome discipline,
        be gentle with yourself.
        You are a child of the universe,
        no less than the trees and the stars;
        you have a right to be here.
        And whether or not it is clear to you,
        no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.

        Therefore be at peace with God,
        whatever you conceive Him to be,
        and whatever your labors and aspirations,
        in the noisy confusion of life keep peace with your soul.
        With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams,
        it is still a beautiful world.
        Be cheerful. Strive to be happy.

        Desiderata

        Go placidly amid the noise and haste,
        and remember what peace there may be in silence.
        As far as possible without surrender
        be on good terms with all persons.
        Speak your truth quietly and clearly;
        and listen to others,
        even the dull and the ignorant;
        they too have their story.

        Avoid loud and aggressive persons,
        they are vexations to the spirit.
        If you compare yourself with others,
        you may become vain and bitter;
        for always there will be greater
        and lesser persons than yourself.
        Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.

        Keep interested in your own career, however humble;
        it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.
        Exercise caution in your business affairs;
        for the world is full of trickery.
        But let this not blind you to what virtue there is;
        many persons strive for high ideals;
        and everywhere life is full of heroism.

        Be yourself.
        Especially, do not feign affection.
        Neither be cynical about love;
        for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment
        it is as perennial as the grass.

        Take kindly the counsel of the years,
        gracefully surrendering the things of youth.
        Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune.
        But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings.
        Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.

        Beyond a wholesome discipline,
        be gentle with yourself.
        You are a child of the universe,
        no less than the trees and the stars;
        you have a right to be here.
        And whether or not it is clear to you,
        no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.

        Therefore be at peace with God,
        whatever you conceive Him to be,
        and whatever your labors and aspirations,
        in the noisy confusion of life keep peace with your soul.
        With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams,
        it is still a beautiful world.
        Be cheerful. Strive to be happy.

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        Meditation on Acceptance

        Please put your attention on the breath for a few moments.

        Find patience and acceptance in your heart for your own difficulties, your own mistakes, for all the things that you think about yourself which you might not like. Find the acceptance and the patience to endure that in your heart. Let the patience and acceptance grow so that they fill you from head to toe, a feeling of ease. And with that love arises and you can surround yourself and embrace yourself with love.

        Pick out one person and accept that person fully. And with the acceptance have patience for that person. No demand. No pressure. No wanting. Just acceptance. Fill that person with that acceptance, with that non demanding patience , and then surround him or her with love.

        Now think of your parents. Fill them with your acceptance. Non demanding patience. Surround them with your love.

        Now think of those people who are closest to you. Those you might live with. Patience and acceptance. Lovingness. Embrace them with those. Fill them with those. Nothing else works.

        Now think of your good friends. Accept them exactly the way they are. Do not wish them to become other. Let patience with them arise, which is non demanding, and non judgmental. Fill them with that and then embrace them
        with your love.

        Now think of neighbors, acquaintances, relatives, people at work. Accept them exactly as you know them. Fill them with that acceptance, with that non demanding patience and non judgmental attitude, and then embrace them with
        your love .

        Now think of anyone whom you find difficult. Accept that person exactly the way he or she is. With non demanding patience. Fill him or her with that acceptance and patience. Then embrace him or her with love.

        Now have a look inside to see if there is anyone or anything that you dislike, whatever it maybe, whoever is may be, small or large, and then accept that the way it just is, or accept the person or the ideas or the situation. Just accept it and have patience with whatever it is. Reach out with that acceptance and patience to the person or situation involved.

        And now imagine that your acceptance and your patience is like a rose colored cloud coming from your heart and going far and wide, giving people joy and peace by seeing this lovely patience and acceptance that comes to them on this rose colored cloud which can reach very far. First to people around here and then further and further afield. Bringing patience and acceptance and love onto this planet, into this universe.

        Now put your attention back on yourself and feel yourself filled with patience, acceptance, and love. Let that be your inner being. The warmth of the love. The peacefulness of the patience and acceptance with yourself.

        May all beings have patience with each other.

        Meditation on Acceptance

        Please put your attention on the breath for a few moments.

        Find patience and acceptance in your heart for your own difficulties, your own mistakes, for all the things that you think about yourself which you might not like. Find the acceptance and the patience to endure that in your heart. Let the patience and acceptance grow so that they fill you from head to toe, a feeling of ease. And with that love arises and you can surround yourself and embrace yourself with love.

        Pick out one person and accept that person fully. And with the acceptance have patience for that person. No demand. No pressure. No wanting. Just acceptance. Fill that person with that acceptance, with that non demanding patience , and then surround him or her with love.

        Now think of your parents. Fill them with your acceptance. Non demanding patience. Surround them with your love.

        Now think of those people who are closest to you. Those you might live with. Patience and acceptance. Lovingness. Embrace them with those. Fill them with those. Nothing else works.

        Now think of your good friends. Accept them exactly the way they are. Do not wish them to become other. Let patience with them arise, which is non demanding, and non judgmental. Fill them with that and then embrace them
        with your love.

        Now think of neighbors, acquaintances, relatives, people at work. Accept them exactly as you know them. Fill them with that acceptance, with that non demanding patience and non judgmental attitude, and then embrace them with
        your love .

        Now think of anyone whom you find difficult. Accept that person exactly the way he or she is. With non demanding patience. Fill him or her with that acceptance and patience. Then embrace him or her with love.

        Now have a look inside to see if there is anyone or anything that you dislike, whatever it maybe, whoever is may be, small or large, and then accept that the way it just is, or accept the person or the ideas or the situation. Just accept it and have patience with whatever it is. Reach out with that acceptance and patience to the person or situation involved.

        And now imagine that your acceptance and your patience is like a rose colored cloud coming from your heart and going far and wide, giving people joy and peace by seeing this lovely patience and acceptance that comes to them on this rose colored cloud which can reach very far. First to people around here and then further and further afield. Bringing patience and acceptance and love onto this planet, into this universe.

        Now put your attention back on yourself and feel yourself filled with patience, acceptance, and love. Let that be your inner being. The warmth of the love. The peacefulness of the patience and acceptance with yourself.

        May all beings have patience with each other.

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        Meditation on Acceptance
        If you are feeling restless, confused
        not knowing where to turn,
        try to slow down

        Sit in a chair, straighten the back,
        keep the eyes open and develop a practice of
        settling into the moment.

        If you are feeling too restless to sit in a chair,
        then walk up and down, indoors or outdoors or
        let the body gently sway with both feet firmly on the ground.

        May I breathe in and out mindfully three times to settle down
        May I breathe in and out deeply to let the waves of agitation get less and less
        May I accept that things do not always go as I would wish
        May I accept that I am going through a hard time
        May I accept that various impulses are arising from within
        May I accept that they are arising to pass
        May I accept that there are these difficulties
        May I respond to the resources available at this time
        May I find peace of mind soon
        May I find the clarity that lies beneath these waves of unrest
        May this meditation and my heart's wish contribute to the wisdom of acceptance.

        Meditation on Acceptance

        If you are feeling restless, confused
        not knowing where to turn,
        try to slow down

        Sit in a chair, straighten the back,
        keep the eyes open and develop a practice of
        settling into the moment.

        If you are feeling too restless to sit in a chair,
        then walk up and down, indoors or outdoors or
        let the body gently sway with both feet firmly on the ground.

        May I breathe in and out mindfully three times to settle down
        May I breathe in and out deeply to let the waves of agitation get less and less
        May I accept that things do not always go as I would wish
        May I accept that I am going through a hard time
        May I accept that various impulses are arising from within
        May I accept that they are arising to pass
        May I accept that there are these difficulties
        May I respond to the resources available at this time
        May I find peace of mind soon
        May I find the clarity that lies beneath these waves of unrest
        May this meditation and my heart's wish contribute to the wisdom of acceptance.

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        Tears of a Yogi
        I sat opposite her when her tears joined the cheeks
        like long, slow raindrops on a summer's night.
        looking intently across, I witnessed
        her innocence as she gently brought
        her knees to her chin
        to comfort a forlorn heart

        No sound emerged in the intimacy of those tears
        she confided only in the quiet evening air
        I could feel the pounding of her heart
        with the swell of her being filling a single moment.

        Her breast heaved with a quiet power
        to break the dams of restraints and hardened walls
        letting the tears again create downward rivulets.

        I said nothing.
        I had nothing to offer.
        Except presence.
        She said later that was more than enough.

        Tears of a Yogi

        I sat opposite her when her tears joined the cheeks
        like long, slow raindrops on a summer's night.
        looking intently across, I witnessed
        her innocence as she gently brought
        her knees to her chin
        to comfort a forlorn heart

        No sound emerged in the intimacy of those tears
        she confided only in the quiet evening air
        I could feel the pounding of her heart
        with the swell of her being filling a single moment.

        Her breast heaved with a quiet power
        to break the dams of restraints and hardened walls
        letting the tears again create downward rivulets.

        I said nothing.
        I had nothing to offer.
        Except presence.
        She said later that was more than enough.

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        Christopher Titmuss
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        God grant me the serenity
        to accept the things I cannot change;
        courage to change the things I can;
        and wisdom to know the difference.
        Living one day at a time;
        Enjoying one moment at a time;
        Accepting hardships as the pathway to peace.

        God grant me the serenity
        to accept the things I cannot change;
        courage to change the things I can;
        and wisdom to know the difference.
        Living one day at a time;
        Enjoying one moment at a time;
        Accepting hardships as the pathway to peace.

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        Prayer

        Make us worthy, Lord,
        To serve our fellow men
        Throughout the world who live and die
        In poverty and hunger.

        Give them, through our hands
        this day their daily bread,
        And by our understanding love,
        Give peace and joy.

        Prayer

        Make us worthy, Lord,
        To serve our fellow men
        Throughout the world who live and die
        In poverty and hunger.

        Give them, through our hands
        this day their daily bread,
        And by our understanding love,
        Give peace and joy.

        Source

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        Mother Teresa: A Complete Authorized Biography
        by Kathryn Spink
        Page p. 130
        Published by Harper Collins , 1997
        http://books.google.com/books?id=cTIiakYrwWcC
        Contribution #144

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        Mother Teresa: A Complete Authorized Biography
        by Kathryn Spink
        Page p. 130
        Published by Harper Collins , 1997
        http://books.google.com/books?id=cTIiakYrwWcC
        Contribution #144