The Defence of Guinevere

The Defence of Guinevere

But, knowing now that they would have her speak,
She threw her wet hair backward from her brow,
Her hand close to her mouth touching her cheek,

As though she had had there a shameful blow,
And feeling it shameful to feel aught but shame
All through her heart, yet felt her cheek burned so,

She must a little touch it; like one lame
She walked away from Gauwaine, with her head
Still lifted up; and on her cheek of flame

The tears dried quick; she stopped at last and said:
“O knights and lords, it seems but little skill
To talk of well-known things past now and dead.

“God wot I ought to say, I have done ill,
And pray you all forgiveness heartily!
Because you must be right such great lords—still

“Listen, suppose your time were come to die,
And you were quite alone and very weak;
Yea, laid a dying while very mightily

“The wind was ruffling up the narrow streak
Of river through your broad lands running well:
Suppose a hush should come, then someone speak:

“‘One of these cloths is heaven, and one is hell,
Now choose one cloth for ever; which they be,
I will not tell you, you must somehow tell

“‘Of your own strength and mightiness; here, see!’
Yea, yea, my lord, and you to ope your eyes,
At foot of your familiar bed to see

“A great God’s angel standing, with such dyes,
Not known on earth, on his great wings, and hands,
Held out two ways, light from the inner skies

“Showing him well, and making his commands
Seem to be God’s commands, moreover, too,
Holding within his hands the cloths on wands;

“And one of these strange choosing cloths was blue,
Wavy and long, and one cut short and red;
No man could tell the better of the two.

“After a shivering half-hour you said:
‘God help! heaven’s colour, the blue;’ and he said, ‘hell.’
Perhaps you then would roll upon your bed,

“And cry to all good men that loved you well,
‘Ah Christ! if only I had known, known, known;’
Launcelot went away, then I could tell,

“Like wisest man how all things would be, moan,
And roll and hurt myself, and long to die,
And yet fear much to die for what was sown.

“Nevertheless you, O Sir Gauwaine, lie,
Whatever may have happened through these years,
God knows I speak truth, saying that you lie.”

Her voice was low at first, being full of tears,
But as it cleared, it grew full loud and shrill,
Growing a windy shriek in all men’s ears,

A ringing in their startled brains, until
She said that Gauwaine lied, then her voice sunk,
And her great eyes began again to fill,

Though still she stood right up, and never shrunk,
But spoke on bravely, glorious lady fair!
Whatever tears her full lips may have drunk,

She stood, and seemed to think, and wrung her hair,
Spoke out at last with no more trace of shame,
With passionate twisting of her body there:

“It chanced upon a day that Launcelot came
To dwell at Arthur’s court: at Christmas-time
This happened; when the heralds sung his name,

“Son of King Ban of Benwick, seemed to chime
Along with all the bells that rang that day,
O’er the white roofs, with little change of rhyme.

“Christmas and whitened winter passed away,
And over me the April sunshine came,
Made very awful with black hail-clouds, yea.

“And in the Summer I grew white with flame,
And bowed my head down—Autumn, and the sick
Sure knowledge things would never be the same,

“However often Spring might be most thick
Of blossoms and buds, smote on me, and I grew
Careless of most things, let the clock tick, tick,

“To my unhappy pulse, that beat right through
My eager body; while I laughed out loud,
And let my lips curl up at false or true,

“Seemed cold and shallow without any cloud.
Behold my judges, then the cloths were brought;
While I was dizzied thus, old thoughts would crowd,

“Belonging to the time ere I was bought
By Arthur’s great name and his little love;
Must I give up for ever then, I thought,

“That which I deemed would ever round me move
Glorifying all things; for a little word,
Scarce ever meant at all, must I now prove

“Stone-cold for ever? Pray you, does the Lord
Will that all folks should be quite happy and good?
I love God now a little, if this cord

“Were broken, once for all what striving could
Make me love anything in earth or heaven?
So day by day it grew, as if one should

“Slip slowly down some path worn smooth and even,
Down to a cool sea on a summer day;
Yet still in slipping there was some small leaven

“Of stretched hands catching small stones by the way,
Until one surely reached the sea at last,
And felt strange new joy as the worn head lay

“Back, with the hair like sea-weed; yea all past
Sweat of the forehead, dryness of the lips,
Washed utterly out by the dear waves o’ercast,

“In the lone sea, far off from any ships!
Do I not know now of a day in Spring?
No minute of the wild day ever slips

“From out my memory; I hear thrushes sing,
And wheresoever I may be, straightway
Thoughts of it all come up with most fresh sting:

“I was half mad with beauty on that day,
And went without my ladies all alone,
In a quiet garden walled round every way;

“I was right joyful of that wall of stone,
That shut the flowers and trees up with the sky,
And trebled all the beauty: to the bone,

“Yea right through to my heart, grown very shy
With weary thoughts, it pierced, and made me glad;
Exceedingly glad, and I knew verily,

“A little thing just then had made me mad;
I dared not think, as I was wont to do,
Sometimes, upon my beauty; if I had

“Held out my long hand up against the blue,
And, looking on the tenderly darkened fingers,
Thought that by rights one ought to see quite through,

“There, see you, where the soft still light yet lingers,
Round by the edges; what should I have done,
If this had joined with yellow spotted singers,

“And startling green drawn upward by the sun?
But shouting, loosed out, see now! all my hair,
And trancedly stood watching the west wind run

“With faintest half-heard breathing sound—why there
I lose my head e’en now in doing this;
But shortly listen—In that garden fair

“Came Launcelot walking; this is true, the kiss
Wherewith we kissed in meeting that spring day,
I scarce dare talk of the remembered bliss,

“When both our mouths went wandering in one way,
And aching sorely, met among the leaves;
Our hands being left behind strained far away.

“Never within a yard of my bright sleeves
Had Launcelot come before—and now so nigh!
After that day why is it Guenevere grieves?

“Nevertheless you, O Sir Gauwaine, lie,
Whatever happened on through all those years,
God knows I speak truth, saying that you lie.

“Being such a lady could I weep these tears
If this were true? A great queen such as I
Having sinned this way, straight her conscience sears;

“And afterwards she liveth hatefully,
Slaying and poisoning, certes never weeps—
Gauwaine be friends now, speak me lovingly.

“Do I not see how God’s dear pity creeps
All through your frame, and trembles in your mouth?
Remember in what grave your mother sleeps,

“Buried in some place far down in the south,
Men are forgetting as I speak to you;
By her head severed in that awful drouth

“Of pity that drew Agravaine’s fell blow,
I pray you pity! let me not scream out
Forever after, when the shrill winds blow

“Through half your castle-locks! let me not shout
Forever after in the winter night
When you ride out alone! in battle-rout

“Let not my rusting tears make your sword light!
Ah! God of mercy how he turns away!
So, ever must I dress me to the fight,

“So—let God’s justice work! Gauwaine, I say,
See me hew down your proofs: yea all men know
Even as you said how Mellyagraunce one day,

“One bitter day in la Fausse Garde, for so
All good knights held it after, saw—
Yea, sirs, by cursed unknightly outrage; though

“You, Gauwaine, held his word without a flaw,
This Mellyagraunce saw blood upon my bed:
Whose blood then pray you? is there any law

“To make a queen say why some spots of red
Lie on her coverlet? or will you say:
‘Your hands are white, lady, as when you wed,

“‘Where did you bleed?’ and must I stammer out, ‘Nay,
I blush indeed, fair lord, only to rend
My sleeve up to my shoulder, where there lay

“‘A knife-point last night’: so must I defend
The honour of the Lady Guenevere?
Not so, fair lords, even if the world should end

“This very day, and you were judges here
Instead of God. Did you see Mellyagraunce
When Launcelot stood by him? what white fear

“Curdled his blood, and how his teeth did dance,
His side sink in? as my knight cried and said:
‘Slayer of unarm’d men, here is a chance!

“‘Setter of traps, I pray you guard your head,
By God I am so glad to fight with you,
Stripper of ladies, that my hand feels lead

“‘For driving weight; hurrah now! draw and do,
For all my wounds are moving in my breast,
And I am getting mad with waiting so.’

“He struck his hands together o’er the beast,
Who fell down flat, and grovelled at his feet,
And groaned at being slain so young— ‘At least,’

“My knight said, ‘rise you, sir, who are so fleet
At catching ladies, half-arm’d will I fight,
My left side all uncovered!’ then I weet,

“Up sprang Sir Mellyagraunce with great delight
Upon his knave’s face; not until just then
Did I quite hate him, as I saw my knight

“Along the lists look to my stake and pen
With such a joyous smile, it made me sigh
From agony beneath my waist-chain, when

“The fight began, and to me they drew nigh;
Ever Sir Launcelot kept him on the right,
And traversed warily, and ever high

“And fast leapt caitiff’s sword, until my knight
Sudden threw up his sword to his left hand,
Caught it, and swung it; that was all the fight,

“Except a spout of blood on the hot land;
For it was hottest summer; and I know
I wondered how the fire, while I should stand,

“And burn, against the heat, would quiver so,
Yards above my head; thus these matters went;
Which things were only warnings of the woe

“That fell on me. Yet Mellyagraunce was shent,
For Mellyagraunce had fought against the Lord;
Therefore, my lords, take heed lest you be blent

“With all this wickedness; say no rash word
Against me, being so beautiful; my eyes,
Wept all away to grey, may bring some sword

“To drown you in your blood; see my breast rise,
Like waves of purple sea, as here I stand;
And how my arms are moved in wonderful wise,

“Yea also at my full heart’s strong command,
See through my long throat how the words go up
In ripples to my mouth; how in my hand

“The shadow lies like wine within a cup
Of marvellously coloured gold; yea now
This little wind is rising, look you up,

“And wonder how the light is falling so
Within my moving tresses: will you dare,
When you have looked a little on my brow,

“To say this thing is vile? or will you care
For any plausible lies of cunning woof,
When you can see my face with no lie there

“Forever? am I not a gracious proof-
‘But in your chamber Launcelot was found’-
Is there a good knight then would stand aloof,

“When a queen says with gentle queenly sound:
‘O true as steel come now and talk with me,
I love to see your step upon the ground

“‘Unwavering, also well I love to see
That gracious smile light up your face, and hear
Your wonderful words, that all mean verily

“‘The thing they seem to mean: good friend, so dear
To me in everything, come here tonight,
Or else the hours will pass most dull and drear;

“‘If you come not, I fear this time I might
Get thinking over much of times gone by,
When I was young, and green hope was in sight:

“‘For no man cares now to know why I sigh;
And no man comes to sing me pleasant songs,
Nor any brings me the sweet flowers that lie

“‘So thick in the gardens; therefore one so longs
To see you, Launcelot; that we may be
Like children once again, free from all wrongs

“‘Just for one night.’ Did he not come to me?
What thing could keep true Launcelot away
If I said, ‘Come’? there was one less than three

“In my quiet room that night, and we were gay;
Till sudden I rose up, weak, pale, and sick,
Because a bawling broke our dream up, yea

“I looked at Launcelot’s face and could not speak,
For he looked helpless too, for a little while;
Then I remember how I tried to shriek,

“And could not, but fell down; from tile to tile
The stones they threw up rattled o’er my head
And made me dizzier; till within a while

“My maids were all about me, and my head
On Launcelot’s breast was being soothed away
From its white chattering, until Launcelot said:

“By God! I will not tell you more today,
Judge any way you will—what matters it?
You know quite well the story of that fray,

“How Launcelot stilled their bawling, the mad fit
That caught up Gauwaine—all, all, verily,
But just that which would save me; these things flit.

“Nevertheless you, O Sir Gauwaine, lie,
Whatever may have happen’d these long years,
God knows I speak truth, saying that you lie!

“All I have said is truth, by Christ’s dear tears.”
She would not speak another word, but stood
Turn’d sideways; listening, like a man who hears

His brother’s trumpet sounding through the wood
Of his foes’ lances. She leaned eagerly,
And gave a slight spring sometimes, as she could

At last hear something really; joyfully
Her cheek grew crimson, as the headlong speed
Of the roan charger drew all men to see,
The knight who came was Launcelot at good need.

Source:Morris, William. The Defence of Guinevere. From The Norton Anthology of English Literature, 6th edition, Volume 2, 1993.
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Writing Like a College Application Essay!

This is all about being like a pro-college student. Off the track from pessimism and optimism, the presented sample college application essay is somewhere from collegeboard.com, geeting something for and something with. Note that this essay is not free from errors grammatical and presentative, and is just copied, please go around.

 

Sample Application Essay

 

From the time I was able to realize what a university was, all I heard from my mother's side of the family was about the University of Michigan and the great heritage it has. Many a Saturday afternoon my grandfather would devote to me, by sitting me down in front of the television and reminiscing about the University of Michigan while halftime occurred during a Michigan Wolverines football game. Later, as I grew older and universities took on greater meaning, my mother and uncle, both alumni of the University of Michigan, took me to see their old stamping grounds. From first sight, the university looked frightening because of its size, but with such a large school comes diversity of people and of academic and non-academic events.

 

In Springfield High School, non-academic clubs such as the Future Physicians and the Pylon, both of which I have belonged to for two years, give me an opportunity to see both the business world and the medical world. These two clubs have given me a greater sense of what these careers may be like. In Future Physicians, I participated in field trips to children's hospitals and also participated in two bloodbanks.

Currently I hold a job at Maas Brothers. This lets me interact with people outside my own immediate environment. I meet different kinds of people, in different moods, with diffrent attitudes, and with different values. This job teaches me to be patient with people, to have responsibility, and to appreciate people for what they are.

In the community I am active in my church Youth Group. As a high school sophomore, I was our church's representative to the Diocesan Youth Fellowship. I helped organize youth group events, the largest being "The Bishop's Ball," a state-wide event for 300 young people. I also played high school junior varsity soccer for two years. As a senior I will be playing varsity soccer, but in the off-season. As a junior I coached a girls' soccer team for the town. This gave me a great deal of responsibility because the care of twenty-four girls was put into my custody. It felt very satisfying to pass on the knowledge of soccer to another generation. The girls played teams from other parts of Florida. Though their record was 3-8, the girls enjoyed their season. This is what I taught them was the greatest joy of soccer.

The past three years of my life have given me greater visions of my future. I see the University of Michigan as holding a large book with many unread chapters and myself as an eager child who has just learned to read. I intend to read and probe into all the chapters. The University of Michigan offers me more than the great reputation of this fine school, but a large student body with diverse likes and dislikes, and many activities, both academic and non-academic, to participate in. With the help of the University of Michigan, I will be successful after college and be able to make a name and place for myself in our society.

Unwritten Instances

Unwritten Instances, now being in this form, of those times past are revived here for my world of words. Not yet all examples prove forbidden.

And the other day, rain did not make its way home. Had there been a single breeze, it’d have smelled every sense you left for me. But thanks to the divinity that your fragrance still remain intact and intact and I pray the Father for no more rain, but the clearer sun rise where dawn paradise would be a perfecto rejuvenation.

Cloud number nine was what we expected, wasn’t that? However, the ghost voyage of Yours to the wonderland was really Your destination. You had to get thru. You had to make something come over. But no more sound is heard. Buzz is really not sufficient and I can’t define it as a sound. Living instances were those moments shared, now not yet torn apart and not yet burnt to ash, because simply they deserve respect.

A world we dreamed of still lies here and hope, you have too. A supersonic maze, we procreated together to the rivalry of nothing just shared imagination of unbelievable thoughts. Free remained cloud parts and dark sky with few countable stars were partaking in our world. Do You still remember? You must, You have to.

But I still remember You once saying “whatever the circumstances be, I will call you at least at the death bed” You must be close to me to have the same night made reversed again.

Waiting to meet You……… if you really exist now for me.

 

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Meditation: Facts and Brief You should know about!

What is meditation?

Meditation techniques aren't new. They've been around for thousands of
years. Originally the goal of meditation was to help people deepen
their understanding and awareness of the sacred and mystical forces of
life. But you don't have to be religious to benefit from meditation.
Anyone can meditate, regardless of religious or cultural background.

Meditation is one of several types of mind-body techniques. Other
therapies use creative outlets such as art, music or dance.

Meditation isn't a medical treatment in the usual sense. But your
doctor may recommend you try it because meditation has proven
benefits. Meditating each day can help you relax and decrease muscle
tension. It can reduce your risk of heart disease by reducing your
body's response to the chemicals it produces when you're stressed,
such as adrenaline. Adrenaline can raise your blood pressure and make
your blood more likely to clot. With continued practice you may reach
a point where meditation also reduces your blood pressure.

Meditation continues to be a spiritual and religious practice. In
fact, you'll find variations of meditative practice in all of the
world's religions. Here's a look at some of the more popular forms of
meditation.

Concentration meditation: Calming your mind

Concentration meditation involves focusing your attention on a single
object. Objects of meditation can include your breathing, an image you
visualize in your mind or a real image you look at, such as a candle
flame or sacred icon. One purpose of concentration meditation is to
help you focus your attention and concentrate. If you have a lot on
your mind and find you're having trouble concentrating in your
everyday life, take a break to meditate and return to your project
refreshed. Here are some examples.

Breathe deeply. If you're a beginner, consider starting with this
technique. Breathing is a natural function that you won't have to
consciously learn. You simply pay attention to your breathing — how it
feels when air enters or leaves your nostrils. Don't follow it down to
your lungs. When you feel your attention wander, gently return your
focus to your breathing.
Scan your body. When using this technique, you'll focus your attention
on sensations, such as pain, tension, warmth or relaxation in
different parts of your body. Combine body scanning with breathing
exercises and imagine breathing heat or relaxation into and out of
different parts of your body.
Repeat a sacred name or phrase. A mantra is the name of a sacred deity
or a sacred phrase that you repeat silently or aloud. You can create
your own mantra, if you'd like. Mantras are the building blocks of
transcendental meditation. Examples of religious mantras include the
Jesus prayer in the Christian tradition, the holy name of God in
Judaism, or the om mantra of Tibetan Buddhism.
Exercise your imagination. A related practice is guided imagery, in
which someone's voice, whether taped or live, directs you through a
visualization exercise. Once you reach a state of deep relaxation,
most likely through meditation, you create a visual image of whatever
the person directing the exercise suggests. Perhaps it's a peaceful
place, such as a garden, where you feel calm and safe.
Meditaiton in motion: A conscious blend of body and mind

Meditation that includes movement can be spontaneous and free-form or
involve highly structured, choreographed, repetitive patterns. This
type of meditation may be particularly helpful if you find it hard to
sit still. The following are examples:

Yoga. A 5,000-year-old practice, yoga incorporates breathing, movement
and posture to achieve a union of mind, body and spirit. It involves
completing a series of postures, during which you pay special
attention to your breathing — exhaling during certain movements and
inhaling with others. You can approach yoga as a way to promote
physical flexibility, strength and endurance or as a way to enhance
your spirituality. In either case, you may find that yoga helps you to
relax and manage stress.
Tai chi. This form of meditation is an ancient Chinese exercise
practiced at a slow, even speed. Tai chi involves gentle, deliberate
circular movements combined with deep breathing. As you concentrate on
the motions of your body, you develop a feeling of peace and
tranquility.
Qi gong. This technique also arises from ancient China. Similar to
yoga and tai chi, it integrates physical postures, breathing
techniques and focused attention. Adherents of traditional Chinese
medicine recommend daily practice to maintain overall health and
prevent illness.
Walking meditation. Combining a walk with meditation is an efficient
and healthy way to relax. You can use this technique anywhere — in a
tranquil forest, on a city sidewalk or even inside a building where
you work. When you use this method, slow down the pace of walking so
that you can focus on each movement of your legs or feet. Don't focus
on a particular destination. Concentrate on your legs and feet,
repeating action words such as lifting, moving and placing as you lift
each foot, move your leg forward and place your foot on the ground.
You can substitute other words if you like. Some people prefer to
signal the beginning and end of a walking meditation with a ritual,
such as the ringing of a bell, a ceremonial bow, silent prayer or
spoken words of thankfulness.
Sufi walking or dancing. A form of moving meditation that developed in
medieval Islam, you'll walk or dance in a rhythmic fashion while
chanting. From the Islamic perspective, the intent of the chant is to
focus your mind on a specific quality of God, or Allah. If you're
Muslim and want to focus on strength and courage, you could walk or
dance with forceful steps, arms swinging, and chant "Allah akbar,"
meaning "God is great." You can merge this meditation technique with
any faith tradition and focus on any sacred object or deity. If you
don't consider yourself spiritual or religious, you could focus on an
aspect of a phenomenon, such as birth or nature, and chant words or
phrases symbolic of the phenomenon.
Soothing your spirit: Reflection on meaning and purpose in your life

Do you find that you feel more hopeful after attending a worship
service? Do you enjoy taking time to read a daily meditation? Many
people find that taking the time to sing, pray, read and reflect on
the meaning and purpose of life with like-minded people helps them
face life's challenges. Consider these examples:

Engage in prayer. The best known and most widely practiced example of
meditation is prayer. Spoken and written prayers are found in most
faith traditions. You can pray using your own words or read prayers
written by others. Check the self-help or 12-step-recovery section of
your local bookstore for examples. Talk with your rabbi, priest,
pastor or other spiritual leader about resources. You may also
consider joining a prayer group.
Read or listen and take time to reflect. Many people report that they
benefit from reading poems or sacred texts silently or aloud, and
taking a few moments to quietly reflect on the meaning that the words
bring to mind. You can listen to sacred music, spoken words or any
music you find relaxing or inspiring. You may want to write your
reflections in a journal or discuss them with a friend or spiritual
leader.
Focus your love and gratitude. In this type of meditation you focus
your attention on a sacred object or being, weaving feelings of love
and gratitude into your thoughts. You can also close your eyes and use
your imagination or gaze at representations of the object. The
adoration of the Holy Eucharist is an example found in Roman
Catholicism.
Meditation can calm your mind, relax your body and soothe your spirit.
It's inexpensive and risks are minimal. What have you got to lose?
Consider these suggestions as you get started:

Select a meditation technique that fits your lifestyle and belief
system. Many people build meditation into their daily routine. For
example, you can start your day with a prayer or take a 15-minute
walking meditation break in the afternoon. At the end of your workday,
you may find inner peace by attending a yoga or tai chi class at your
community center.
Set aside some time. Start with 5-minute meditation sessions once or
twice a day and work up to 20 minutes each time. Unless you have an
excellent innate sense of time, keep a clock nearby and glance at it
occasionally, or set an alarm that's not jarring when it goes off.
Keep trying. Be kind to yourself as you get started. If you're
meditating to calm your mind and your attention wanders, slowly return
to the object, sensation or movement you're focusing on. You can use
an image to bring yourself back to your focus if you'd like. Try this:
Picture balloons floating away with your thoughts, or imagine your
thoughts as pigeons and mentally clap your hands to get them to fly
away.
Make meditation part of your life. Many people prefer to start and end
their day with a period of meditation. Others prefer to take
meditation breaks during the day. Experiment and you'll likely find
out what works best for you.

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What Do I Look Like?

There was a young couple living in an old run down house. One day the man gets home from work and his wife says, "Honey, look at the walls. They haven't been painted as long as we have lived here. It's peeling and cracking; couldn't you please just paint them?"

"Who do I look like? Michelangelo?" the man replies.

"I guess not", says the wife.

The next day the man gets back from work again. Again his wife starts to complain. "Oh sugar, couldn't you just please at least repair the stairs? They're falling apart and they're really unsafe to walk up."

The man says, "Who do I look like? Frank Lloyd Wright?"

"Well, maybe not," says the wife.

The next week the man returns from his job. He walks into his house and is suddenly amazed. The stairs are fixed, the walls were painted and the house looked superb. "Honey.....How did you do this? It looks great!" he says. "Well I met up with a handyman down the street. He offered to repair our house if I either bake him a batch of brownies or sleep with him" says the wife.

"Well, honey, you baked the batch of brownies, right?"

The wife replies, "Who do I look like, Sara Lee?"

Children Psychology :: Love Interpretation

See and Read the psychology of Children and get compared with yourself.

Slow down for three minutes to read this. It is so worth it. Touching words from the mouth of babies is realistic.

What does Love mean?

A group of professional people posed this question to a group of 4 to 8
year-olds, "What does love mean?"

The answers they got were broader and deeper than anyone could have
imagined. If 4-8 year olds understand what love is and how to love why
don't we? See what you think:

"When my grandmother got arthritis, she couldn't bend over and paint her
toenails anymore. So my grandfather does it for her all the time, even
when his hands got arthritis too. That's love."
Rebecca- age 8

"When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different. You
just know that your name is safe in their mouth."
Billy - age 4

"Love is when a girl puts on perfume and a boy puts on shaving cologne
and they go out and smell each other."
Karl - age 5


"Love is when you go out to eat and give somebody most of your French
fries without making them give you any of theirs."
Chrissy - age 6

"Love is what makes you smile when you're tired."
Terri - age 4

"Love is when my mommy makes coffee for my daddy and she takes a sip
before giving it to him, to make sure the taste is OK."
Danny  age 7


"Love is when you kiss all the time. Then when you get tired of kissing, you still want to be together and you talk more. My Mommy and Daddy are like that. They look gross when they kiss"
Emily - age 8

"Love is what's in the room with you at Christmas if you stop opening
presents and listen."
Bobby - age 7 (Wow!)

"If you want to learn to love better, you should start with a friend who
you hate,"
Nikka - age 6
(we need a few million more Nikkas on this planet)

"Love is when you tell a guy you like his shirt, then he wears it
everyday."
Noelle - age 7

"Love is like a little old woman and a little old man who are still
friends even after they know each other so well."
Tommy - age 6

"During my piano recital, I was on a stage and I was scared. I looked at
all the people watching me and saw my daddy waving and smiling. He was the only one doing that. I wasn't scared anymore."
Cindy - age 8


"My mommy loves me more than anybody. You don't see anyone else kissing me to sleep at night."
Clare - age 6


"Love is when Mommy gives Daddy the best piece of chicken."
Elaine-age 5


"Love is when Mommy sees Daddy smelly and sweaty and still says he is
handsomer than Robert Redford."
Chris - age 7

"Love is when your puppy licks your face even after you left him alone
all day."
Mary Ann - age 4 (My favourite!!)

"I know my older sister loves me because she gives me all her old clothes
and has to go out and buy new ones."
Lauren - age 4

"When you love somebody, your eyelashes go up and down and little stars
come out of you." (what an image)
Karen - age 7

"You really shouldn't say 'I love you' unless you mean it. But if you
mean it, you should say it a lot. People forget."
Jessica - age 8

And the final one -- Author and lecturer Leo Buscaglia once talked about
a contest he was asked to judge. The purpose of the contest was to find the most caring child.

The winner was a four year old child whose next door neighbor was an
elderly gentleman who had recently lost his wife. Upon seeing the man cry, the little boy went into the old gentleman's yard, climbed onto his lap, and just sat there.

When his Mother asked what he had said to the neighbor, the little boy
said, "Nothing, I just helped him cry"

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Sentiments 'n Fantasy

W

hy do I take something different? always strikes my mind. Though empty minds are said to procreate devils, something different might not be a devil for ever and a day. Moods of melancholy or fantasy ….brain strikers!!!

I am personally tilted by Shakespeare’s “Seven Ages of Man” for the world being a stage, man and woman mere players with their entrance and exit thru the abstractness of the world. I am never addicted to mental ludo of fallow. This is what – thoughts, free chainless clouds, without content are empty, intuitions without concepts are blind...The understanding can intuit nothing, and the senses can think nothing¹. Only through their union can knowledge arise.

 

non fiction

We live in a fantasy world, a world of illusion. The great task in life is to find reality. Moreover there might be illusion beyond ones imaginations and they may rein contentious sentiments and fantasy. The high sentiments always win in the end; the leaders who offer blood, toil, tears and sweat always get more out of their followers than those who offer safety and a good time. When it comes to the pinch, human beings are heroic².

Let’s have a transition or you may let it be X from I to we, will you? Sometime it is thought that he is the most rationalized but to the nonsense we are human and beings the word has to be verified. You may be inspired. Nothing is indifferent, nothing is powerless in the universe; an atom might destroy everything, an atom might save everything! Hey but inspiration is nonentity abut the perspiration.

 

An indifferent spectator like myself watches the hyena, the spider, and the tree and understands them; a man with a sense of justice shoots the hyena, crushes the spider under his foot, and sits down under the shade of the tree, imagining that he has done a good deed.

 

Plain living and high thinking are no more. Crude mud or minds seeking aid may receive something more than unexpected, sorrily you all know the G-gap. This is neither the art of mental programming nor a radical approach to something where utopia is still a night mere. Abstract symphony! Oh, that’s the image my mind always conjures up. Modern marvels never attract such minds when they find everything lost in their heaven or just the cloud nine.

 

Not to talk of blue tooth or whatsoever we may confuse, not only the budding minds make it up. Strange categorization of so called humans into three-with the first one total obsolete, excuse me but, they never mind whatever the development is going on. On the second rank comes someone deserving to be something but all depends on destiny however they try at utmost level. Chauvinism has nothing to do with progress or is the law, think those craving to change the world for which they are send here. And these sorts are above all.³

 

Uprising sentiments and anticipations never browse simulations and hypocrisy into manmade man. Are you willing to do this act? Never is the fantasy real but reality is a need and so for what we must be the first level man, never just trying, its showing a show case.  For less than a per cent people fall under the category you deserve to be. Never try, work it out. Heyday is where great minds discuss ideas, on the other hand lesser minds persons. Ultimately the best way to escape from a problem is to solve it.

 

Observing that this truth "I am thinking, therefore I exist" was so firm and sure...the skeptics were incapable of shaking it, I decided that I could accept it...as the first principle of the philosophy I was seeking. Great minds!!!

 

Why do I think different? May either ruin me or praise me to my heyday target. Conditions apply that life’s battle don’t always go to the stronger and the faster man but sooner or later the man who wins is the man who thinks he can. Neither antimatter hypothesis applies nor that of everything, TOE, to paths moved ahead.

 

Pursue failure. Failure is success's only launching pad. (The bigger the goof, the better!)

Instigators whom thanks rely on:

1.Baroja -The Tree of Knowledge)

2.George Orwell) 

©Ekendra Lamsal, 2004

For keeping me warm through the cold and dark nights…..For showing me the world……

Funny How I >>> Desperate Blogging

This blog entry is somewhere from the web and I am very that I forgot where did this came from, if anybody is reading this posting and know about, please let me know the original web address.

 

Funny how I'm making an attempt at an online diary, ostensibly to document my activities and realizations, and today i gave a class on the Bhagavad-gita at the Hare Krishna Temple sunday Feast about how, in actuality, in material existence, nobody is the doer. We're all yanked around by the three modes. we're like little conscious machines, rather, machines inhabited by consciousness. We're the conscious being, the machine is the body.

 

I had to qualify my statement, by saying that there is a difference between acting unconsciously and acting consciously. Most people don’t act consciously. Their lives are lived for them. They’re dragged around by their desires. They don’t really make progress towards an ultimate goal. They may not be aware that such a thing as an “ultimate goal of life” exists. They’re the ones who think they’re acting, but in essence, they’re being acted upon.

 

The other category of person acts in knowledge of their life’s objective. They seek true and lasting happiness. They’re curious about the next life. They’re curious about the notion of an Absolute Truth. They are willing to accept, even theoretically, that there is an ultimate goal, and when they find it, they move towards it.

 

However, it is very possible to find life’s ultimate goal, to have it in your sights, but be afraid to go for it, when it comes down to it. I’m like that, a lot of the time.

Today was my big day at the temple. I led the group chanting, gave the class, spoke with university students afterwards. I have a blessed life. But mostly I don’t see it, or I am too busy rooting around for some low-level sense gratification to acknowledge and make full use of the blessings that have been heaped upon me by Krishna and His devotees. Very few people get the chance to do what I do. And I know I could do more, but I’m afraid.

What am I afraid of? Stupid stuff like poverty, austerity, the cold weather, and a vague notion that I’ll be uncomfortable overall if I surrender to the notion that I really ought to devote my life to teaching and writing. That’s the thing – I don’t want to devote my life to anything that I fear will make me uncomfortable. And the fact is that, in avoiding what will really be fulfilling, I’m dooming myself to a lifetime of spiritual and mental discomfort.

 

Another thing I’m afraid of is doing anything that might shorten my lifespan. When I was a kid, I was literally afraid of smoking and drinking and drugs because I was sure they would shorten my lifespan, and I wanted to live a long time. With all my brain cells intact. I held back from “enjoying” what a lot of my friends were enjoying.

Now I’m holding back from giving my life for the service of the Absolute Truth. As if I had any choice in that matter. I’m going to die anyway, sooner or later, so why not live it up for Krishna? Why not live like this is really my last lifetime in material existence, and I’m headed for Krishnaloka as soon as my clock runs out here? What am I saving my energy for?

 

Instead of counting my blessings, I often count my curses. Like, if I were to count my curses now, they might look like this:

1. I can’t get auto Correct to work on my Word program

2. There are raccoons in the rafters that get in and out through holes in the roof

3. the landlady won’t fix the roof

4. I’m starting a new day job tomorrow, and I’m afraid of letting it get me down

5. it’s cold outside

6. I don’t know what I’m going to do for lunch-on-the-job tomorrow

7. I’m sitting here counting my curses

8. I kicked the Earth Ball too hard in high school, and now my knee still bugs me, twenty years later

9. I worry about the future of my life. Whether I’ll get mentally stuck working “day jobs” forever

 

All these things, in a different mind set, could be blessings:

1. I have to be more careful and accurate while typing

2. If you get too attached to your place of residence, where’s the impetus for making plans to return to the spiritual world?

3. if the landlady fixed the roof, she might also raise the rent

4. Krishna made finding a new job very easy for me. I can walk to get there (if I have to), the “boss” likes me already, it starts with OK salary and promises to increase

5. cold outside means no mosquitoes and you can sleep good at night

6. I have plenty of options for what to eat. I could go to Expressly Vegetarian, the Seventh Day Adventist restaurant across the street, I could go next door to the health food store, I could make Nashville subji, I could bring sandwiches. I could bring take-out from the temple. I could bring samosas from the freezer, along with salad. My worries are nothing compared to the world’s worries.

7. this is called “creative nonfiction”

8. a constant reminder that I am not this body, and any material body is merely an instrument for experiencing pain

9. I need to constantly remind myself about my spiritual nature, constantly either be reading or hearing from my teachers, and “worrying” about what I’m doing to please Krishna.

See, it’s all a matter of how you see things. Same situation, different perspective. Perspective “B”, looking at my curses as blessings, certainly takes less energy, and actually gives me great happiness. Perspective “A” leaves me depressed, devoid of energy, and hopeless. How do I want to live my life? What impression do I want to make on the world? This life is so ridiculously short, and if you don’t make the most of each moment in it, you’re as good as doomed to suffer unnecessarily.

 

Today I started a new "job". I put the word job in shudder quotes because I'd like to examine more closely what is meant by the word.

Job means something that needs to get done. an accomplishment. work. So I started a new kind of work today. Who knows how long it will last? I know. Not long. why? what is it? Aren't you going to tell us?

 

Sure. I now have a "job" at an outdoor furniture store in Chestnut Hill, a posh neighborhood of Philadelphia. full of old stone houses, cobblestone streets, narrow storefronts, wrought-iron gas lamps, formerly serviced by trolley cars. Now home to a slew of trendy and not-so trendy stores, antique stores, a Borders bookstore, jewelry stores, oriental rug store, and I work as an assembly and driver guy for the outdoor furniture store.

 

Why did I choose that job? They were looking for somebody, and I was tired of looking at my bank account constantly shrinking with no solid prospect of leveling off and heading in the other direction from me sitting around and playing guitar.

Plus, I liked the owner, he liked me, and I figured it's close enough to walk if I have to, blah blah blah. It's a "job". Lots of people have jobs, is my consolation. My guru is always asking me when I'm going to get another job.

 

I wonder what he expects from me. Like, if he was my father, in the old-fashioned sense, he would be grooming me for a career, based on his connections in the world and his knowledge of my proclivities and abilities. I wonder what he would groom me for? My parents groomed me to be a failure, a frustrated wanna-be artist for the rest of my life, with nothing but regrets, and maybe a couple of kids to show for my troubles in the workforce, doomed to doing something I don't like to do simply because it pays.

 

"LIFE IS PRICELESS, COST IS LIFE, REWARD, ETERNAL KNOWLEDGE OF SECRETS OF THE SECRETS, DEATH IS NOT THE LIMIT, YOUR KNOWLEDGE IS."

 

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Soup Du Jour

An old man goes to a diner every day for lunch. He always orders the soup du jour. One day the manager asks him how he liked his meal. The old man replies, in a thick acccent, "Wass goot, but you could give a little more bread."

So the next day the manager tells the waitress to give him four slices of bread. "How was your meal, sir?" the manager asks. "Wass goot, but you could give a little more bread," comes the reply.

So the next day the manager tells the waitress to give him eight slices of bread. "How was your meal today, sir?" the manager asks. "Wass goot, but you could give a little more bread," comes the reply.

So ... the next day the manager tells the waitress to give him a whole loaf of bread with his soup. "How was your meal, sir?" the manager asks, when he comes to pay. "Wass goot, but you could give just a little more bread," comes the reply once again.

The manager is now obsessed with seeing this customer say that he is satisfied with his meal, so he goes to the bakery, and orders a six-foot-long loaf of bread. When the man comes in as usual the next day, the waitress and the manager cut the loaf in half, butter the entire length of each half, and lay it out along the counter, right next to his bowl of soup. The old man sits down, and devours both his bowl of soup, and both halves of the six-foot-long loaf of bread.

The manager now thinks he will get the answer he is looking for, and when the old man comes up to pay for his meal, the manager asks in the usual way: "How was your meal TODAY, sir?"

The old man replies: "It wass goot as usual, but I see you are back to giving only two slices of bread."