Astrud Gilberto and Stan Getz - THE GIRL FROM IPANEMA Unrequited love and longing for someone is age old. Writing a song which still resonates some fifty years later is the mark of genius. The genius understands that people want hope and compassion. In this song, a guy sees this girl who doesn't seem to notice him; and yet he is still hopeful that one day he may get a chance to talk to her. How is it that we as humans can see someone for the first time and fall in love? This guy in he song never even talks to the girl yet he loves her. He is a winner.
I reached my destination, won all that my heart longed for, and attained the object of my desire; and discovered a new universe the moment I noticed your footprint on sands. Seemab Akbarabadi
Harmony is the source of manifestation, the cause of its existence, and the medium between God and man. The peace for which every soul strives, and which is the true nature of God and the utmost goal of man, is but the outcome of harmony. The Mysticism of Sound - Inayat Khan
Harmony is brought about by attuning oneself to all beings, to all things, to all conditions, to all situations; and he who cannot tune himself tries to tune others.
A foreign accent undermines a person's credibility in ways that the speaker and the listener don't consciously realize. Because an accent makes a person harder to understand, people unconsciously doubt harder to process statements and are less likely to find what the person says as truthful. The result of this unconscious mental operation has an insidious impact on millions of people, who routinely communicate in a language which is not their native tongue. Boaz Keysar & Shiri Lev-Ari. Combining how accent undermine perceived credibility with prejudice will have significant implication in perpetuating an unjust society.
I've paid my dues time after time. I've done my sentence,but committed no crime, and bad mistakes I've made a few. I've had my share of sand kicked in my face. But I've come through. Queen
The wild and windy night that the rain washed away has left a pool of tears crying for the day. Why leave me standing here? Let me know the way. Many times I've been alone and many times I've cried, anyway you'll never know the many ways I've tried. And still they lead me back to the long, winding road you left me standing here a long, long time ago. Don't leave me waiting here lead me to your door. The Long and Winding Road was written by Paul McCartney and imagining it was going to be done by someone like Ray Charles.
Funny, but here's that rainy day. Here's that rainy day they told me about. And I laughed at the thought that it might turnout this way. Where is that worn-out wish that I threw aside? Frank Sinatra
They sentenced me to twenty years of boredom for trying to change the system from within. I'm coming now I'm coming to reward them. I'm guided by a signal in the heavens. I'm guided by this birthmark on my skin. You loved me as a loser but now your worried that I just might win. You know the way to stop me but you don't have the discipline. How many nights I prayed for this: to let my work begin. First we take Manhattan by Leonard Cohen
IN THIS WORLD HATE NEVER YET DISPELLED HATE. ONLY LOVE DISPELS HATE. THIS IS THE LAW, ANCIENT AND INEXHAUSTIBLE. Buddha
Ayub Ogada - Kothiboro!Ouma can you hear me? The rain is coming. Bring back the cattle to the Homestead. Ahh Ayeee Aaaa ayee. These children why are you acting this way? the rain is coming bring the cattle back home!
We are all star children, literally, as each and every atom in our bodies was once inside of a star, perhaps several stars, and the very elements that make us up were forged inside fiery stellar furnaces. Lawrence M. Krauss
THE KINGDOM OF GOD IS WITHIN YOU, LEO TOLSTOI
The Cosmic, or world tree, is one of the most important concepts relating to the cosmos which is often placed in the centre of the world, when depicted as a circle it becomes its centre point. Apart from linking the realms of earth, the sky and the universe together, the cosmic tree also brought terrestrial life from the cosmos to dwel and live on the earth (the result, of dust and remnants chemical compositions from comets and stars, caught by the earths gravitational field, eventually its chemical biological mix enabled life forms to evolve on earth). The tree is the sole keeper of the total knowledge of the people, which assists in passing knowledge from the ancestors to the living generation. This is where the world tree or axis mundi acts as a map enabling the Shaman to access to and climb into other worlds and traverse the tree or in the Buddhist tradition connected to the Bodhi Tree enlightenment and the transmigration of the soul can be achieved.
"Myths themselves constitute discursive fields or narratives purporting to represent specific human experiences, but resonate across time and space. Both within the visible landscapes and equally by archetypal landscapes imaginatively constituted from human experience" Crosgrove
Native cultures have always recognized that just as the four seasons complete one circle around the sun called a year, so, too, do the seasons of our life (childhood, adolescence, adulthood, old age) make up the circle of our life. A circle expands, and when it contracts the Return Path begins. It is in the nature of time cycles that as the Return Path draws to a close, a compression of events from the entire cycle arises for review (like the evolutionary stages of a species that are incorporated in embryonic development, or a person's whole life flashing before them just prior to death, etc.) And this is why, now, at the twilight of the current world Age, ancient wisdom and archetypes of wholeness from the past, and from indigenous cultures which have preserved such knowledge, are arising into our collective consciousness. Remember, every ending precedes a new beginning. Moira Timms
Habib Koite & Bamada - N'ba Mother, you told me you wished that I could live although I already lived. You wished that God give me a long and healthy life. You wished that God made my last days happy. You wished that God gave me material abundance. Mother, what you told me, makes me think too much. Oh, my mother!
I am the great Sun, but you do not see me. I am your Husband, but you turn away. I am the Captive, but you do not free me. I am the Captain you will not obey. I am the Truth, but you will not believe me. I am the City, where you will not stay. I am your Wife, your Child, but you will leave me. I am that God, to whom you will not pray. I am your Counsel, but you do not hear me. I am the Lover, whom you will betray. I am the Victor, but you do not cheer me. I am the Holy Dove, whom you will slay. I am your Life, but you will not name me. Seal up your soul with tears and never blame me.
This devotional sonnet, "I Am the Great Sun," was inspired by a seventeenth-century Norman crucifix. This poem opens the section of new poems by Charles Causley, a poet who finds the divine and the demonic in the everyday world and reports it without apology in the available forms and accessible images of one's time and place. Here Christ speaking from the cross tries to guide and protect humanity, but mankind refuses to acknowledge him: and yet the sonnet presents some hope. Although man lives in an evil world, salvation is at least offered.
La Llorona by Beirut , There are a lot of version about who is la llorona, from being a widow that died leaving her children, being a woman that lost her children, became crazy and drowned herself in a river or even being la Malinche, who is regretting her betrayal to the mexican people and cries for her "children"
Turning and turning in the widening gyre, the falcon cannot hear the falconer; Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold; Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world, The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere the ceremony of innocence is drowned; The best lack all conviction, while the worst are full of passionate intensity.
To the Family of Peace: Letís: Think Peace, Act Peace, Spread Peace, and IMAGINE PEACE - Some people are thinking that IMAGINE PEACE is not working. Well, look around and think how many things are coming out. Donít let fear overcome you. We are all together. I love you. yoko Ono
"in the midst of all the static, a voice of true feeling arises - a rare event!" Leonard Cohen
She Flows by NEeMA , reflections on water, screened at the World Peace Forum in Vancouver. "NEeMa evocative lyrics and warm voice paint beautiful, timeless stories and portraits". Ayii Woole (NEeMA worked with Tribal elders managing Wekweti, an isolated First Nation community in northern Canada. Masi
Awe and Wonder
Ray Kurzweil tells us about his vision of the Singuarlity when computers will acquire full-blown artificial intelligence and technology will infuse itself with biology. But for an intelligence to act on its own, it has to have an observer. Without an obeserver, no free will, only causality.
If you want a lover Ill do anything you ask me to. And if you want another kind of love Ill wear a mask for you. If you want a partner take my hand or if you want to strike me down in anger. Here I stand, Im your man. If you want a boxer I will step into the ring for you. And if you want a doctor Ill examine every inch of you. If you want a driver climb inside. Or if you want to take me for a ride you know you can. Im your man, by Leonard Cohen
Forgiveness is willingness to liberate and be liberated from a previous, smaller identity for the sake of new future and a new identity. Sin is fundamentally the illusion of separateness, and the acts that flow from that illusion. In a state of separateness, we become attached to beliefs, assumptions, attitudes, and worldviews that make us prisoners of the past and of an old identity. The spiritual evolution of the human being can be understood as the growth in our capacity to assume radical responsibility for the conditions of our lives, individually and collectively. Bruce Sanguin
Sometimes in a narrative you have secondary characters who you want to revisit. What do to do after the story is complete? An convenient "work-around" to this problem is to find the story rewritten from the perspective of the secondary character. In broad strokes the picture is unchanged, but in the finer grained shadings different details come into sharper relief. Though the exterior action may be unaltered, it gains different context, and the interior motive may radically alter, as the nature of subjective perspective matters so greatly in the last instance. The Price of Altruism is rather a case study of the concrete embodied human experience which eventually gave fruit to an important slice of the theory of altruism.
I am nothing, I shall always be nothing. I cannot wish to be anything. Aside from that, I have within me all the dreams of the world. Windows of my room, the room of one of the world's millions nobody knows about. (And if they knew about me, what would they know?) Fernando Pessoa -Tabacaria-Tobaco Shop
I see the city in celebration and delirious, suffocating under the sun and in the joy. And I hear in the music screams, laughs bursting bounce around me. And lost among the people who upset me, stunned, helpless, I am still here. When suddenly I am back, he fell,and the crowd just throw me in his arms. Edith Piaf Singing "La Foule"
Not Christian or Jew or Muslim, not Hindu Buddhist, sufi, or zen. Not any religion or cultural system. I am not from the East or the West, not out of the ocean or up from the ground, not natural or ethereal, not composed of elements at all. I do not exist, am not an entity in this world or in the next, did not descend from Adam and Eve or any origin story. My place is placeless, a trace of the traceless. Neither body or soul. I belong to the beloved, have seen the two worlds as one and that one call to and know, first, last, outer, inner, only that breath breathing human being. Rumi - Only Breath
You love me and I love you and when you love it is natural to. Diga Diga Doo, Diga Doo Doo. Diga Diga Doo, Diga Doo. G-Swing
Parables are the jeweled portals of another world; we cannot see through them like windows but through their surfaces are refracted lights that would otherwise blind us - or pass unseen. To hear a parable, then, is to submit oneself to entering its world, to make oneself vulnerable, to know that we do not know at the outset what it means. Parables function much as the Zen koan, or the tales of the dervishes, to tease the mind out of familiar channels and into a more right-brain view of things. Have we become stupefied by dogma or our own vaunted pride in reason, so that we can hear nothing new? Many of us, still shackled by the chains of rationalistic exegesis, approach a parable fairly confident that we "know what it's about." All the more important, then, that we find ways to defamiliarize the parable, to see it from new angles, to open new possibilities for hearing. Letting Parables Live, by Walter Wink
Why were human beings created? Because God loves stories. Our faith and values has always been transmitted through stories. Stories plant long-lasting seeds and connections for the future, teaching us how to live and how to die, and above all, what legacies to pass on to future generations. Each of us has the responsibility to become a storyteller. May each of us delight in the telling of our stories. from Rabbi Jordan Cohen