Good to See You! Saluting India, My Motherland! August 15, 2015. Here is a wonderful poem by Swami Yogananda on our motherland, India. Sharing it on this 69th Independence Day with cheers and joy. Better than Heaven or Arcadia. I love thee, O my India! And thy love I shall give. To every brother nation that lives. God made the Earth;. But with unfound boundless love.

com site ever! This is a place to share helpful ideas, poetry and questions about how to make life just a little bit better. Happiness on a stalk;. This entry was posted on July 15, 2015, in poetry. Like a blanket that is wrapped. Around the shoulders of my soul;. This entry was posted on August 9, 2015, in poetry. And asked what people thought.

Funny Tales of Cinnamon the Cute Guard Dog. Cinnamon Right Before We Left for a Birthday Party. While that was going on, Cinnamon was sitting by the end of the couch watching us.

Just Give It A Try. Life is too short;. I can accept failure,. Everyone fails at something;. A pretty face gets old,. But a good woman will always be a good woman. Neither too soon nor too late.

Personal Musings of a versatile femme. Personal Musings of a versatile femme. Tariro had just turned 18 years and signed up for the army. I had blossomed into a head turning young lady and pretty much used to the gawks and wagging tongues from all kinds of perverts. GUEST BLOG BY CHENGETAI V.

Laugh as much as you breathe and love as long as you live. Ein groBer Mensch ist der jenige, der sein Kinderherz nicht verIiert. El sueño más bonito que he tenido en mi vida es en el que estaba contigo, el amor más profundo que he sentido es tu creación! El mundo más bonito que he visto son tus ojos y la visión más bonita que he visto en mi vida eres tú! NasıῘ ifade etmeῘiyim bu hisῘerimi? Kendimi sevdiğimden daha çok seviyorum seni.

Hope in the goodness of Humanity. THE TREE and THE SEA. Falling Men and Cosmic Dust. On My Orange Tree! On My Orange Tree! Good vs. THE TREE and THE SEA. On a hill, there is a tree. Extending its boughs towards the sea. Yearning for what she cannot reach. I heard it moaning with. The wind shaking with grieve. Turning upward away from the soil,.

If you want to be a hero well just follow me. I woke up with no memory. All alone in my bed. I stared at the mirror. A strange feeling in my head. An ant crawled up to me. You must be The Giant Ant. She led me to her home. Too small for me to fit in. She gave me a potion. To help me slip in. I drank it all at once. I remained a giant ant.

Be the reason for million smiles but never be a reason for even a single grudge. Try to heal yourself in your own way. One who loves you will not confuse you.