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Sharing unending light and love with all-that-is. You believe that you are called to heal the world and you become frustrated because it seems that the world refuses to honor your commitment. There is still pain, chaos and suffering everywhere you look. You feel that in the course of your lifetimes you have made little progress because the world you return to is always the same. But is it? Posted by 4 1 Love. Daily Meditation 09 01 10. But there are many oth.
Life is a journey through many terrain. From gardens of pleasure to deserts of pain. From an ocean of love to a jungle of hate. From mountains of glory to canyons of fate. A road for today and a road for tomorrow. So choose your path wisely and walk with care.
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On October 13, 2012. Is pretend that nothing can frighten you. On September 7, 2012. Ryan fractured his wrist a month ago at football practice. He was on the bottom of the pile and his arm took a hit. He was allowed to resume playing Tuesday.
Reflections of Love by Jude Le Blance. My finally completed book is now available for purchase. You believed in the sun. You believed in the sun. My soul blinded by dark shadows.
I choose to live by choice, not by chance. I choose to make changes, not excuses. I choose to be motivated, not manipulated. I choose to be useful, not used. I choose self-esteem, not self pity. I choose to excel, not compete. I choose to listen to the inner voice, not the random voices of crowds. Let us use some logic in this statement. 3 Therefore, God is blind.
Just a place to share my feelings and thoughts with my friends . POEMA 20 DE PABLO NERUDA. PUEDO escribir los versos más tristes esta noche. El viento de la noche gira en el cielo y canta. Puedo escribir los versos más tristes esta noche. Yo la quise, y a veces ella también me quiso. En las noches como ésta la tuve entre mis brazos.
Estos no son en realidad nuestros planes. 191;Sabes hacer banners? Es que el tipo que los hacía se suicidó. 191;Qué sabes hacer? Sé matar a sangre fría. 161;Sí, aquí estoy! .
Sangüich de triangulito, pero sin orillas. Jueves, julio 01, 2010. No estoy triste, no voy a decirlo por lo menos, no sabía que no vendrías, no esperaba que vinieras. Te gusta alejarte, te gusta sonreirle a la luna, te encanta caminar de espaldas, te gusta regresar sin voltear. El primer paso, no siempre hay que darlo, no siempre hay que esperarlo. Tu espalda, tu mejilla distante, tu sabor extasiante, tu espejismo irrenunciable. Jueves por la noche, todo sabe a vino, todo sabe a nada, todo estalla sin fin.