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Kind hearts are the gardens.Kind thoughts are the roots.Kind words are the blossoms.Kind deeds are the fruits. ---- Kirpal Singh

" The Cake Of Friendship"

Preheat the oven of love
With plenty of secrets and hugs

Mix in giggles and laughs
That make your sides split in half

Bake with the love and care
And all the things you both should share

Decorate with the frosting of trust
This is really a must

Enjoy the cake do not eat it fast
Just like your new friendship make it last

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“Imperfection is beauty, madness is genius and it's better to be absolutely ridiculous than absolutely boring.”
― Marilyn Monroe, Marilyn

Two Souls, One Voice

although two souls are meeting
there is but one voice
capturing the moment
captivating and controlling
the thoughts, actions, words
leading the way for conscious
desire and decisive emotion

stories and daily goings- on
are frequently passed
between the one voice
and the intermixed beings
creating a warm happiness
a sense of belonging
an aura of completeness
a comfortable existence

time, a distant memory
fading in and fading out,
its power and autonomy fall
on blissfully ignorant,
yet distinctly aware,
ears - focused and true

with the quantity
of well spent hours
adding up and summarizing
the feelings and beliefs
shared and opposed,
comes an ability
to confide and uphold
moments, eternities
abundant with understanding.

A thousand men can't undress a naked man. ~Greek Proverb

You cannot step into the same river twice. ~Heraclitus, in Diogenes Laertius, Lives

Sometimes the questions are complicated and the answers are simple. ~Dr Seuss

“Research is formalized curiosity. It is poking and prying with a purpose.”
-Zora Neale Hurston

“Research is what I'm doing when I don't know what I'm doing.”
-Werner von Braun

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Always trust your intuition

The sun is love. The lover,
a speck circling the sun.
A spring wind moves to dance
any branch that isn't dead.

Something opens our wings. Something
makes boredom and hurt disappear.
Someone fills the cup in front of us.

We taste only sacredness.

I stand up, and this one of me
turns into a hundred of me.

They say I circle around you.
Nonsense. I circle around me.

Dance, when you are broken open.
Dance, if you've torn the bandage off.
Dance in the middle of the fighting.
Dance in your blood.
Dance, when you're perfectly free.
~ Rumi

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“I believe that everything happens for a reason. People change so that you can learn to let go, things go wrong so that you appreciate them when they're right, you believe lies so you eventually learn to trust no one but yourself, and sometimes good things fall apart so better things can fall together.”
― Marilyn Monroe

The world is a dangerous place, not because of those who do evil, but because of those who look on and do nothing.

~ Einstein

Quarrels would not last if the fault was only on one side.

Anger is a manifestation of a deeper issue... and that, for me, is based on insecurity, self-esteem and loneliness.

-Naomi Campbell

“The greatest feminists have also been the greatest lovers. I'm thinking not only of Mary Wollstonecraft and her daughter Mary Shelley, but of Anais Nin, Edna St. Vincent Millay, and of course Sappho. You cannot divide creative juices from human juices. And as long as juicy women are equated with bad women, we will err on the side of being bad.”

Beware lest you lose the substance by grasping at the shadow. ~Aesop

When the student is ready, the master appears. ~Buddhist Proverb

A loving relationship is one in which the loved one is free to be himself -- to laugh with me, but never at me; to cry with me, but never because of me; to love life, to love himself, to love being loved. Such a relationship is based upon freedom and can never grow in a jealous heart.
(Leo F. Buscaglia)

Love yourself—accept yourself—forgive yourself—and be good to yourself, because without you the rest of us are without a source of many wonderful things.
(Leo F. Buscaglia)

Too often we underestimate the power of a touch, a smile, a kind word, a listening ear, an honest compliment, or the smallest act of caring, all of which have the potential to turn a life around.
(Leo F. Buscaglia)

"They say you never know what you've got till it's gone. The truth is that you knew what you had... you just never thought you could lose it." -unknown

“A man is but a product of his thoughts. What he thinks, he becomes.” -Mohandas Gandhi

I thiught this was adorable

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
Pablo Neruda

Write, for example, 'The night is starry
and the stars are blue and shiver in the distance.'

The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.

Through nights like this one I held her in my arms.
I kissed her again and again under the endless sky.

She loved me, sometimes I loved her too.
How could one not have loved her great still eyes.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her.

To hear the immense night, still more immense without her.
And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture.

What does it matter that my love could not keep her.
The night is starry and she is not with me.

This is all. In the distance someone is singing. In the distance.
My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.

My sight tries to find her as though to bring her closer.
My heart looks for her, and she is not with me.

The same night whitening the same trees.
We, of that time, are no longer the same.

I no longer love her, that's certain, but how I loved her.
My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing.

Another's. She will be another's. As she was before my kisses.
Her voice, her bright body. Her infinite eyes.

I no longer love her, that's certain, but maybe I love her.
Love is so short, forgetting is so long.

Because through nights like this one I held her in my arms
my soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.

Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer
and these the last verses that I write for her.