<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389884873151587707</id><updated>2012-01-04T19:25:19.502+02:00</updated><category term='\'/><title type='text'>2007.begin</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2007begin.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389884873151587707/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2007begin.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389884873151587707/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>pdii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10942344300611020293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C1XpPt2hOPg/TkETJmMg19I/AAAAAAAAAFM/rCBIZO7Rc9k/s220/dii.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>129</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389884873151587707.post-4230901453230296448</id><published>2010-02-01T15:18:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T14:50:26.383+02:00</updated><title type='text'>injured sexuality</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;it is not that we are scared of pain, its only that deep down we have our own irritational fears.&lt;/div&gt;


&lt;div&gt;
Hurting and aching is not only physical, we are also wounded and impaired in other ways, but sexually is the hardest damage to mend.
For starters, you are dazed and overcome by events of the injury. Deadened and frozen with disbelieve of the events of the injury, at the same time you are able to talk about it like it’s a movie you just watched, and it is the only matter to your heart.
We are not wired on how to deal with sexual injury, so the best thing is to do what is best for us, being strong and getting help. &lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div&gt;all help coming your way will not all be helpfull, it is up to you to filter all of it and make the most of it to your advantage. &lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8389884873151587707-4230901453230296448?l=2007begin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2007begin.blogspot.com/feeds/4230901453230296448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389884873151587707/posts/default/4230901453230296448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389884873151587707/posts/default/4230901453230296448'/><author><name>pdii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10942344300611020293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C1XpPt2hOPg/TkETJmMg19I/AAAAAAAAAFM/rCBIZO7Rc9k/s220/dii.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389884873151587707.post-8148536310562641169</id><published>2010-01-29T09:05:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T16:07:22.855+02:00</updated><title type='text'>acceptance of new identity</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"I delight greatly in the LORD; my soul rejoices in my God. For he has clothed me with garments of salvation and arrayed me in robes of righteousness, as a bridegroom adorns his head like a priest, and as a bride adorns herself with her jewels.

Circumstances and tragedy leave us feeling dirty and damaged. And chronic pains of our past situations are an undercurrent to our total existence. We have difficulty believing our Savior Jesus Christ can accept us, like that.

We dont see ourselves as precious holy children of God dressed in robes of righteousness.

However after we read and reread about who we are in Christ. The more we study about our new identity and the truth that sets us free, the more we begin to accept it as true.

Then we begin to realize it is Satan who holds up the picture of our past circumstances and situations, - to remind us of who he wants us to believe we are.

But that is a lie.

God took the truth and massaged it into our broken hearts like a healing ointment. He placed a princess's crown of beauty on our heads and washed away the ashes. He gave me the oil of gladness instead of mourning, and dressed me in a garment of praise instead of despair.
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8389884873151587707-8148536310562641169?l=2007begin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2007begin.blogspot.com/feeds/8148536310562641169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8389884873151587707&amp;postID=8148536310562641169' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389884873151587707/posts/default/8148536310562641169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389884873151587707/posts/default/8148536310562641169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2007begin.blogspot.com/2010/01/acceptance-of-new-identity.html' title='acceptance of new identity'/><author><name>pdii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10942344300611020293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C1XpPt2hOPg/TkETJmMg19I/AAAAAAAAAFM/rCBIZO7Rc9k/s220/dii.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389884873151587707.post-5981578879413362723</id><published>2010-01-28T12:48:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T16:20:14.908+02:00</updated><title type='text'>when tragedy strikes....</title><content type='html'>facing demons is coming to terms with the wickedness and immorality in our lives. and there is no way we can evade it.
as much as they strike to devastate us, to wipe us out, it is in the beauty of our hearts that we have to stand for and put up with the strain and disturbance of the life we live. it is in our elegance and the perfection of our heart, to take it all, in and live it, deal with it in the most professional manner for us to find healing and forgiveness.

then there is that moment of questioning and inquiring, we lack the knowledge and understanding, why we would go thorough devastating and overwhelming paths. and a sincere heartfelt passion filled question comes out, 'Why'.
When we have reached the end of the tunnel and there is no light, we get on our knees and ask God, &lt;em&gt;Why&lt;/em&gt;?
Lord, whats up? why are men coming to me with thoughts of illusion to puzzle and disturb me?

but still, there is no reason for us to doubt Him, to question His LOVE. even if it is so hard to understand why. Then we loose our momentum, and sorrow makes us struggle with the temptation to doubt the love of God.

And our faith is tested.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8389884873151587707-5981578879413362723?l=2007begin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2007begin.blogspot.com/feeds/5981578879413362723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8389884873151587707&amp;postID=5981578879413362723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389884873151587707/posts/default/5981578879413362723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389884873151587707/posts/default/5981578879413362723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2007begin.blogspot.com/2010/01/when-tragedy-strikes.html' title='when tragedy strikes....'/><author><name>pdii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10942344300611020293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C1XpPt2hOPg/TkETJmMg19I/AAAAAAAAAFM/rCBIZO7Rc9k/s220/dii.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389884873151587707.post-1376408283040493367</id><published>2010-01-20T12:15:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T10:47:13.363+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When u love someone
You feel it deep inside
Nothing changes your mind
You give all that  you have

And you don’t think twice
Because it is the love of your life
And your life is just one
You live just once.
your life is all that you have got&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8389884873151587707-1376408283040493367?l=2007begin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2007begin.blogspot.com/feeds/1376408283040493367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8389884873151587707&amp;postID=1376408283040493367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389884873151587707/posts/default/1376408283040493367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389884873151587707/posts/default/1376408283040493367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2007begin.blogspot.com/2010/01/when-u-love-someone-you-feel-it-deep.html' title=''/><author><name>pdii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10942344300611020293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C1XpPt2hOPg/TkETJmMg19I/AAAAAAAAAFM/rCBIZO7Rc9k/s220/dii.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389884873151587707.post-5660806279112119523</id><published>2009-12-30T12:50:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T13:04:33.232+02:00</updated><title type='text'>we become</title><content type='html'>we become anxious of the unknown, of situations we are going through, and our past. the feelings of not being in control of such circumstances makes us develop fear and doubt.
then we are overcome by guilt,shame and frustration.
we pray and wish for replacement our anxiety with peace and  hopefulness. 

the road from guilt to forgiveness is long and not easy.we pray and wish to live rightly with integrity.

then we feel alone and empty, even in the crowds of people. we do not know we were created to be in a relationship. for the void of emptiness to be filled with belonging  and purpose. we pray and wish for fulfillment.

we are then led to mistrust and search for truth and genuine people, we are afraid of trusting again, we belive we will be decieved once more and hurt more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8389884873151587707-5660806279112119523?l=2007begin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2007begin.blogspot.com/feeds/5660806279112119523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8389884873151587707&amp;postID=5660806279112119523' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389884873151587707/posts/default/5660806279112119523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389884873151587707/posts/default/5660806279112119523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2007begin.blogspot.com/2009/12/we-become.html' title='we become'/><author><name>pdii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10942344300611020293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C1XpPt2hOPg/TkETJmMg19I/AAAAAAAAAFM/rCBIZO7Rc9k/s220/dii.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389884873151587707.post-721138702237633919</id><published>2009-12-28T12:04:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T12:24:41.536+02:00</updated><title type='text'>coulda, shoulda, woulda</title><content type='html'>there is numbness, disbelief,shock, anger, and guilt. these are some of the feelings we feel after something horrific has happened to us. the same feelings we feel when we mourn the loss of a loved one.

there is also fear,dirt,shame, hopelessness, anxiety and most of all fear and distrust. there is all blame in us, 'we should have, we could have, and would have' are so countless.

i should have locked my security door, i alwasy do, but that night i only hooked it in and was rushing to watch my favourite tv show, already i had missed a good 15 minutes of it.

i should have had my self defence weapons next to me on the bed where i normally have them, my pocket knife, my household insectisides spray, which i had been promising myself to replace it with a spray gun and never really gotten to.......

eventually a sense of confort sinks in, the more you get familiar with the neighbours, the neighbourhood and streets, the less measures of security you take, it started with my insectiside spray when i thought it would accidentally get into my eyes, then i put it on the headboard lamp side, the knife in the drawer, only had my phone ready for a speed dial for emergency numbers, under my pillow.

healing takes a great while. personal  and self strength and faith is enough for us to start on the highway to our own self again......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8389884873151587707-721138702237633919?l=2007begin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2007begin.blogspot.com/feeds/721138702237633919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8389884873151587707&amp;postID=721138702237633919' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389884873151587707/posts/default/721138702237633919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389884873151587707/posts/default/721138702237633919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2007begin.blogspot.com/2009/12/coulda-shoulda-woulda.html' title='coulda, shoulda, woulda'/><author><name>pdii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10942344300611020293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C1XpPt2hOPg/TkETJmMg19I/AAAAAAAAAFM/rCBIZO7Rc9k/s220/dii.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389884873151587707.post-6144468618969440008</id><published>2009-11-23T10:48:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T13:27:44.717+02:00</updated><title type='text'>rutheless heart</title><content type='html'>the mind of a ruthless heart
what they feel is not what should be
what they feel is unkind to human

the heart of a ruthless man
what they do is not what should be
this is the heart of an unfeeling man

these people have no life
they are bitter in their own cycle

they are angry in their hearts
they admire the lives of innocent souls
they wish and dream to destroy it
but they will never take away what we have
because what we have they do not have.

there is no man sane who does that to another
how do they find peace in themselves
how do they find peace &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;amongst&lt;/span&gt; themselves.

because they have no mercy
they have no life.
people like that do not belong in the society
does God let them live?
does God save them?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8389884873151587707-6144468618969440008?l=2007begin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2007begin.blogspot.com/feeds/6144468618969440008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8389884873151587707&amp;postID=6144468618969440008' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389884873151587707/posts/default/6144468618969440008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389884873151587707/posts/default/6144468618969440008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2007begin.blogspot.com/2009/11/rutheless-heart.html' title='rutheless heart'/><author><name>pdii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10942344300611020293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C1XpPt2hOPg/TkETJmMg19I/AAAAAAAAAFM/rCBIZO7Rc9k/s220/dii.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389884873151587707.post-3656211295409825931</id><published>2009-07-22T15:58:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T13:52:38.434+02:00</updated><title type='text'>this heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i look up in the sky for a refreshing sensation
no longer feel around me
amongst tribesmen and tribeswomen
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
they make some big mistakes
on looking back
painting brighter hopes upon living
to make a wonderful life ahead
because we started out as hopeful as young
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;this heart has seen some action nonetheless
&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
i had a moral fiber to believe in love
but in my foolishness
my bravery taught me what i had to learn
to hold it in my palms
as fresh as waters of my happiness

&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;this heart has felt some action nonetheless&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8389884873151587707-3656211295409825931?l=2007begin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2007begin.blogspot.com/feeds/3656211295409825931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8389884873151587707&amp;postID=3656211295409825931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389884873151587707/posts/default/3656211295409825931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389884873151587707/posts/default/3656211295409825931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2007begin.blogspot.com/2009/07/this-heart.html' title='this heart'/><author><name>pdii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10942344300611020293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C1XpPt2hOPg/TkETJmMg19I/AAAAAAAAAFM/rCBIZO7Rc9k/s220/dii.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389884873151587707.post-561074330099020632</id><published>2009-05-11T13:04:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T13:04:58.971+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its amazing how free I feel
Then its wonderful how sweet it feel together

Its not a problem anymore
To show someone how much you love them
But to prove how much you need them
Is it easy?

Its great the love I feel you feel
Special and exclusive
exceptional and familiar
have u felt that?

It never felt strange or dangerous and risky
It felt right and just perfectly easy
Did u feel that?

For a moment I stand to think of it and there is no bit of scare and panic
While at the same time I know its sin, in the eyes of the Lord
Do u feel that?

Now It feels like you are gone on duty
It feels like you are gone out to smoke
It feels like you are gone to sleep, right next to me
It feels like you are gone to  class
Like you are coming back in a short while
Like I feel, I see  I love you.
Do u feel that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8389884873151587707-561074330099020632?l=2007begin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2007begin.blogspot.com/feeds/561074330099020632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8389884873151587707&amp;postID=561074330099020632' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389884873151587707/posts/default/561074330099020632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389884873151587707/posts/default/561074330099020632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2007begin.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-amazing-how-free-i-feel-then-its.html' title=''/><author><name>pdii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10942344300611020293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C1XpPt2hOPg/TkETJmMg19I/AAAAAAAAAFM/rCBIZO7Rc9k/s220/dii.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389884873151587707.post-861482610116988298</id><published>2009-03-10T13:10:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T13:42:01.886+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_clrLL3L1RDs/SbejU97vo3I/AAAAAAAAAEs/lyBg9PkCM30/s1600-h/04032009346.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311893866124649330" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_clrLL3L1RDs/SbejU97vo3I/AAAAAAAAAEs/lyBg9PkCM30/s320/04032009346.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Lord,
today it feels as though all my strength has gone. Like Job,
I have no idea what to do about my situation.
Thank you that I can still trust in you and
know that you will grant me the power to keep going.

i know that my suffering is also a door of hope for me
please help me recognise your plan for me, my life in my disappointments.

as you provide strength and mercy.

at this moment, i feel like am sinking into deep waters
please take my hand and provide me with strength and mercy.
teach me the purpose and meaning of this difficult road that i am walking.

i thank you for the heaven awaiting me
help me to persevere in this hope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8389884873151587707-861482610116988298?l=2007begin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2007begin.blogspot.com/feeds/861482610116988298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8389884873151587707&amp;postID=861482610116988298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389884873151587707/posts/default/861482610116988298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389884873151587707/posts/default/861482610116988298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2007begin.blogspot.com/2009/03/lord-today-it-feels-as-though-all-my.html' title=''/><author><name>pdii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10942344300611020293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C1XpPt2hOPg/TkETJmMg19I/AAAAAAAAAFM/rCBIZO7Rc9k/s220/dii.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_clrLL3L1RDs/SbejU97vo3I/AAAAAAAAAEs/lyBg9PkCM30/s72-c/04032009346.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389884873151587707.post-7477968237405432971</id><published>2009-03-05T13:57:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T14:11:09.228+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_clrLL3L1RDs/Sa_A5QktA9I/AAAAAAAAAEk/di709AN9m3g/s1600-h/Image037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309674575627092946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 298px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 371px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_clrLL3L1RDs/Sa_A5QktA9I/AAAAAAAAAEk/di709AN9m3g/s320/Image037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt;A woman is like a flower
She blossoms into a spectacular image
Tell her you love her, she will glisten with gold
Do mean what u say to her, she will walk tall

Water the pink rose pluck out the old dry leaves
Cut out the dead stems and roots
It will flourish for long
Cut one for the one you love, it will perfume your world

Your world her world, in that circle is a glowing ball
Crystal ball you both hold in your hands
The precious stone that you both protect
It will fall and rupture right before your eyes
That is letting your flower wither
That is letting your rose dry up and shrink

That is like letting your dove out of its cage to fly away…..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8389884873151587707-7477968237405432971?l=2007begin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2007begin.blogspot.com/feeds/7477968237405432971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8389884873151587707&amp;postID=7477968237405432971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389884873151587707/posts/default/7477968237405432971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389884873151587707/posts/default/7477968237405432971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2007begin.blogspot.com/2009/03/woman-is-like-flower-she-blossoms-into.html' title=''/><author><name>pdii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10942344300611020293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C1XpPt2hOPg/TkETJmMg19I/AAAAAAAAAFM/rCBIZO7Rc9k/s220/dii.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_clrLL3L1RDs/Sa_A5QktA9I/AAAAAAAAAEk/di709AN9m3g/s72-c/Image037.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389884873151587707.post-5512867467840935065</id><published>2009-02-07T16:42:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T13:32:07.366+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;As we sit in the snow white sand,And the waves crash upon the shore,I stare to the sky trying to understand,Why the stars seem brighter then ever before.Is it because the sky is so clear,That the stars are shining bright?Or could it be that love is near,On this perfect summer night?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We laugh, we kiss, we talk,Draw pictures in the sand.Along the ocean we walk,Just him and I, Hand in Hand.Our night is almost finished,As the moon is fading fast,Another day will be diminished,Put with the others in the past.Everything seems to melt away,Faster then the drop of a dime,As night dissolves to day,We lose more precious time.Surely soon the sun will rise,As this is Gods command,I know he can see the twinkle in my eyes,As we walk Hand in Hand. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8389884873151587707-5512867467840935065?l=2007begin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2007begin.blogspot.com/feeds/5512867467840935065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8389884873151587707&amp;postID=5512867467840935065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389884873151587707/posts/default/5512867467840935065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389884873151587707/posts/default/5512867467840935065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2007begin.blogspot.com/2009/02/as-we-sit-in-snow-white-sandand-waves.html' title=''/><author><name>pdii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10942344300611020293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C1XpPt2hOPg/TkETJmMg19I/AAAAAAAAAFM/rCBIZO7Rc9k/s220/dii.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389884873151587707.post-6700386172697533712</id><published>2009-02-07T16:39:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T16:42:01.091+02:00</updated><title type='text'>the dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I do know know that one word frees us of all the weight and pain of life...we love because it's the only true adventure.To love is to suffer.To avoid suffering one must not love. But then one suffers from not loving.Therefore to love is to suffer,not to love is to suffer.To suffer is to suffer.To be happy is to love.To be happy then is to suffer.But suffering makes one unhappy.Therefore,to be unhappy one must love,or love to suffer,or suffer from too much happiness.I hope you're getting this down..lol !"For every love there is a heart somewhere to receive it....the most wasted day is that in which we have not laughed." And I feel whenever I have knocked,a door has opened.Wherever I have wandered,a path has appeared.I have been helped,supported,encouraged and nurtured by people of all races,creeds,colors and dreams."That dream is YOU amongst them!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8389884873151587707-6700386172697533712?l=2007begin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2007begin.blogspot.com/feeds/6700386172697533712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8389884873151587707&amp;postID=6700386172697533712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389884873151587707/posts/default/6700386172697533712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389884873151587707/posts/default/6700386172697533712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2007begin.blogspot.com/2009/02/dream.html' title='the dream'/><author><name>pdii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10942344300611020293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C1XpPt2hOPg/TkETJmMg19I/AAAAAAAAAFM/rCBIZO7Rc9k/s220/dii.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389884873151587707.post-5785505127301353295</id><published>2009-01-24T11:00:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T19:16:43.064+02:00</updated><title type='text'>feeling afloat.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_clrLL3L1RDs/SXrZGizoV0I/AAAAAAAAAEU/gUPkVACpVNU/s1600-h/Image064.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt;seeing patches of clouds down below and up ahead of me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hiting them right head on. seeing the clear blue sky the dark clouds underneath me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it feels like a touch away, a blink away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the feel of it all is awesome. but take off, touch down isnt a nice one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you will see the world and experience how floating is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8389884873151587707-5785505127301353295?l=2007begin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2007begin.blogspot.com/feeds/5785505127301353295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8389884873151587707&amp;postID=5785505127301353295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389884873151587707/posts/default/5785505127301353295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389884873151587707/posts/default/5785505127301353295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2007begin.blogspot.com/2009/01/feeling-afloat.html' title='feeling afloat.'/><author><name>pdii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10942344300611020293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C1XpPt2hOPg/TkETJmMg19I/AAAAAAAAAFM/rCBIZO7Rc9k/s220/dii.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389884873151587707.post-5028893473643269500</id><published>2009-01-22T11:52:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T12:10:08.233+02:00</updated><title type='text'>20 jan.09</title><content type='html'>a billion people witnessed, million and millions watched and thousands and thousands listened  to his rousing speech.  as the world turned a new page making another history of change,building another new world,  i was also born.

the rest of the world now stands on his shoulder, and many people, the rest of them know about his dream his vision, and they will see it ripe, as i matured too.

and the journey contines, a mountain to climb kind.
the road, the long winding and twising kind to complete.

a new legacy is built as change has come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8389884873151587707-5028893473643269500?l=2007begin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2007begin.blogspot.com/feeds/5028893473643269500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8389884873151587707&amp;postID=5028893473643269500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389884873151587707/posts/default/5028893473643269500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389884873151587707/posts/default/5028893473643269500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2007begin.blogspot.com/2009/01/20-jan09.html' title='20 jan.09'/><author><name>pdii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10942344300611020293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C1XpPt2hOPg/TkETJmMg19I/AAAAAAAAAFM/rCBIZO7Rc9k/s220/dii.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389884873151587707.post-8654364818683437385</id><published>2009-01-22T11:50:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T11:52:05.854+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My crescent coat that you wear
Till death that you had swear
Thickness that is not easily tear
Caution and always prepared

Promises we have declared
Feelings that we had shared
Extreme extend,
to be a pair Secret bonds,
publicly unaware

The world has been unfair
Judging with cold stares
A true love that is rare
Leaving only a messy affair
Bloodshed placed everywhere
Leaving me hopeless and despair

Nightmare couldn't even compare
Crimson dust fills the air
Wearing my star coat with six pockets
I still hold on your heirloom locket
Would you cover me up with a jacket?
And take me away to another planet?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8389884873151587707-8654364818683437385?l=2007begin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2007begin.blogspot.com/feeds/8654364818683437385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8389884873151587707&amp;postID=8654364818683437385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389884873151587707/posts/default/8654364818683437385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389884873151587707/posts/default/8654364818683437385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2007begin.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-crescent-coat-that-you-wear-till.html' title=''/><author><name>pdii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10942344300611020293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C1XpPt2hOPg/TkETJmMg19I/AAAAAAAAAFM/rCBIZO7Rc9k/s220/dii.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389884873151587707.post-4742167636159686428</id><published>2009-01-10T13:05:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T19:27:33.395+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_clrLL3L1RDs/SWiDVrNhyoI/AAAAAAAAAEE/IU8ht_DCYiU/s1600-h/Image069.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt;My night nurse....
How dim the sun compared to you&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Pale the flowers they lose their hue&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Minutes are hours when you're away&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Gray the sky on a sunny day&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Pale the flowers they lose their hue&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Colors fade pallid shades of blue&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Pounding heart lungs gasping for air&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Living without you brings despair..&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;I've decided to come out in the open and say!&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Minutes are hours when you're away&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Turn to leave I would beg you to stay&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Crystal tears from my sad blue eyes &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Feelings I still don't recognize&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Gray the sky on a sunny day&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Yet when I see,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;you walk my way.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Heart shaped clover blankets the ground&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Choirs of angel's sweet songs surround

&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Mwaaaaaaaaa&lt;/span&gt;..2009&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8389884873151587707-4742167636159686428?l=2007begin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2007begin.blogspot.com/feeds/4742167636159686428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8389884873151587707&amp;postID=4742167636159686428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389884873151587707/posts/default/4742167636159686428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389884873151587707/posts/default/4742167636159686428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2007begin.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-night-nurse.html' title=''/><author><name>pdii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10942344300611020293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C1XpPt2hOPg/TkETJmMg19I/AAAAAAAAAFM/rCBIZO7Rc9k/s220/dii.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389884873151587707.post-5324519242945965286</id><published>2008-12-16T09:38:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T09:39:41.797+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;There's a flame in my heart which emits from the startenchanted words luring me to enter this breathtaking artThe inflamed clouds at sunset so serene with visions of love caressing what is meant to beMy eye's inflamed with tears of this perfect love so sincereas my hearts desires were cleansed by her flaming teaseIntensity erupts as our hearts where inflamedmy sense indulged with adore throughout my veinsHer alluring smile paints the colours of my dreams,passion and affection flowing with such an ease With hearts inflamed our souls captivate all that remainsessence of love pours out embracing all that we contain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8389884873151587707-5324519242945965286?l=2007begin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2007begin.blogspot.com/feeds/5324519242945965286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8389884873151587707&amp;postID=5324519242945965286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389884873151587707/posts/default/5324519242945965286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389884873151587707/posts/default/5324519242945965286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2007begin.blogspot.com/2008/12/theres-flame-in-my-heart-which-emits.html' title=''/><author><name>pdii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10942344300611020293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C1XpPt2hOPg/TkETJmMg19I/AAAAAAAAAFM/rCBIZO7Rc9k/s220/dii.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389884873151587707.post-8233551886500888434</id><published>2008-11-28T14:32:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T09:21:40.599+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eyes,
a mirrorof a soul so dear
Reflecting a love that is blind

Words,written down
Timeless,ageless proofrendering all your lips can 't say

Poem, of true love
How real it all seems

Words, of longing poured intoverse
Heart, beating fast
This time, will it last?

Dare I believe your words sostrong?
Fear to get hurt,
yet longing for careIn God and fate I put my trust&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8389884873151587707-8233551886500888434?l=2007begin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2007begin.blogspot.com/feeds/8233551886500888434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8389884873151587707&amp;postID=8233551886500888434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389884873151587707/posts/default/8233551886500888434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389884873151587707/posts/default/8233551886500888434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2007begin.blogspot.com/2008/11/eyes-mirrorof-soul-so-dearreflecting.html' title=''/><author><name>pdii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10942344300611020293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C1XpPt2hOPg/TkETJmMg19I/AAAAAAAAAFM/rCBIZO7Rc9k/s220/dii.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389884873151587707.post-8744905285957290188</id><published>2008-11-27T09:46:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T09:48:33.758+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Do you usually feel at peace with yourself despite the way your situations are, you just brush aside any bother that comes to your mind and be in the moment of serene with your being, your life, your environment? These past few days, I find it just wonderful being in the house alone. I do my things at my own time and pace.  And at time just switch off my mobile at times and switch of the power plugs, to be in the dark except for the candle flickering in the kitchen and the bedroom (I put it on the floor) I sit in the lounge, I cant describe what I feel, but  the silence is awesome. And I switch back the power, I can’t stand the noise from the tv and the fridge, I almost switch them off.

And again the bedroom, its so spacious and I find it relaxing, I sprawl myself across widely and the soft cushions are just what my skin needs, like coming home with an aching back and the feet, after a shower, I sit by the tv , then later retire to bed.  I say a silent prayer to the one above, I thank Him for the strength and this great life I have.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8389884873151587707-8744905285957290188?l=2007begin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2007begin.blogspot.com/feeds/8744905285957290188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8389884873151587707&amp;postID=8744905285957290188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389884873151587707/posts/default/8744905285957290188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389884873151587707/posts/default/8744905285957290188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2007begin.blogspot.com/2008/11/do-you-usually-feel-at-peace-with.html' title=''/><author><name>pdii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10942344300611020293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C1XpPt2hOPg/TkETJmMg19I/AAAAAAAAAFM/rCBIZO7Rc9k/s220/dii.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389884873151587707.post-1766509129759921138</id><published>2008-10-30T13:08:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T13:18:54.116+02:00</updated><title type='text'>she</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;when she talks to you, they have their moment &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;
when she sings out loud, they have their strength &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;
when she laughs out loud, they have their spirit &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;
when she loves you, they have great time &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;
their times stands and moves at the same time &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;
their heart beats and stops at the same time &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;
their world spins and stops at the same time &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;
their blood in their veins gets warm and cold at the same time &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;
because she do really care
because she do really mean

and when you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; come back, she dies away &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;
when you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; love back, she cries bad &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;
when you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; care much, she dies away &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;
when you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; laugh,cry,sing with them &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;
she do fly away. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;
because that is chasing them further apart &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;
because that is scaring them further away &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;
because she do really want to belong
please do belong with them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8389884873151587707-1766509129759921138?l=2007begin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2007begin.blogspot.com/feeds/1766509129759921138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8389884873151587707&amp;postID=1766509129759921138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389884873151587707/posts/default/1766509129759921138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389884873151587707/posts/default/1766509129759921138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2007begin.blogspot.com/2008/10/she.html' title='she'/><author><name>pdii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10942344300611020293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C1XpPt2hOPg/TkETJmMg19I/AAAAAAAAAFM/rCBIZO7Rc9k/s220/dii.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389884873151587707.post-9059466214958037445</id><published>2008-10-30T12:45:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T13:05:15.494+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>if i had a hammer on my hand i'd hit mylsef so bad,

then i'd expect people to give me sympathy and attention.

because i feel so alone and i need so much attention.


it does not really matter how other people see me but the way i view myself is of a big essence.

it does not really matter if people see me

it does not really matter much if they dont see me

Trust me even if i were as well off as i can ever imagine but that view i have of myself

will drop my ego the lowest worst point again.

it is also going to make people see me the very way i see myself.
i will have to change my view of myself.

and remember that  change that is everlasting starts from within.

if i can change the way i see myself then all other things will follow.

all other views from all other people will suit.

when i do a single simple mistake i hammer myself so bad that i feel i am worthless.


i am stepping on eggshells and throwing my glasshouse with stones.

make peace with myself.

make peace with you.

i do not understand why i do this to myself.

do you understand why you do this?


you are so conscious of your mistakes.


all the problems we face, we go through are mental and within that is why they manifest.
it is in us to work on them.

let us work on that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8389884873151587707-9059466214958037445?l=2007begin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2007begin.blogspot.com/feeds/9059466214958037445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8389884873151587707&amp;postID=9059466214958037445' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389884873151587707/posts/default/9059466214958037445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389884873151587707/posts/default/9059466214958037445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2007begin.blogspot.com/2008/10/if-i-had-hammer-on-my-hand-id-hit.html' title=''/><author><name>pdii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10942344300611020293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C1XpPt2hOPg/TkETJmMg19I/AAAAAAAAAFM/rCBIZO7Rc9k/s220/dii.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389884873151587707.post-229551005118188991</id><published>2008-10-30T12:34:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T12:40:36.485+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am sure i can see that i am going through a lot and you are too.
We need to sort our personal issues individually.

If i am going to overlook my situations, then they will later catch up with me.
You seem to be ignoring the reality too.
For example, look at your condition as an individual, you know you are not ok at all. Neither am i.

I do not believe any person can complete the other,
but they can complement each other.
In other words, if I be with you and I am not complete, I will bring inbalance to you.
and likewise.

it is wise for me to have some time for myselff. Can’t you see?
it is sensible too, for you to have some time alone. Cant you see?

quality time spent in prayer, introspction and conclusions for the best.

good luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8389884873151587707-229551005118188991?l=2007begin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2007begin.blogspot.com/feeds/229551005118188991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8389884873151587707&amp;postID=229551005118188991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389884873151587707/posts/default/229551005118188991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389884873151587707/posts/default/229551005118188991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2007begin.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-am-sure-i-can-see-that-i-am-going.html' title=''/><author><name>pdii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10942344300611020293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C1XpPt2hOPg/TkETJmMg19I/AAAAAAAAAFM/rCBIZO7Rc9k/s220/dii.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389884873151587707.post-2800390909871531730</id><published>2008-10-28T15:14:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T15:17:21.619+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>when he called
he talked
when he cried
she listened

when he said hello
she said hi
and they laughed.

when he called
he caught her offguard
he listened to her voice
so sweet and innocent
when she laughed,
he smiled.

when he smiled,
she blinked with light and sunshine
the cord that linked them,
the connection was so passionate.
they laughed
they smiled.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8389884873151587707-2800390909871531730?l=2007begin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2007begin.blogspot.com/feeds/2800390909871531730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8389884873151587707&amp;postID=2800390909871531730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389884873151587707/posts/default/2800390909871531730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389884873151587707/posts/default/2800390909871531730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2007begin.blogspot.com/2008/10/when-he-called-he-talked-when-he-cried.html' title=''/><author><name>pdii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10942344300611020293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C1XpPt2hOPg/TkETJmMg19I/AAAAAAAAAFM/rCBIZO7Rc9k/s220/dii.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389884873151587707.post-8682050402993906934</id><published>2008-10-23T13:00:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T13:15:26.795+02:00</updated><title type='text'>she is my mother</title><content type='html'>the woman i so much love
this woman i so much resemble
i think of her so often
i hardly see her, like thrice a year
though we talk often on the phone.
i thought of her this morning.

the woman whos been in my life since i was born
this woman i carry her in my heart
i copied everything in her
the voice i speak
the body i am
the smile i have
the colour of my skin
the colour of my eyes
this alone means so much to me
i saw her smile at me this morning.

we have some history together
we have some story to tell
but i long forgave her
because she is my mother
i know she has forgiven me too
because i am her only sunshine
i thought of her this morning.

we both have been so much
we both deserve better
we both rely on each other
we both connect in so many ways
we both know each other
we think of each other each morning.

she is my mother.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8389884873151587707-8682050402993906934?l=2007begin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2007begin.blogspot.com/feeds/8682050402993906934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8389884873151587707&amp;postID=8682050402993906934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389884873151587707/posts/default/8682050402993906934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389884873151587707/posts/default/8682050402993906934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2007begin.blogspot.com/2008/10/she-is-my-mother.html' title='she is my mother'/><author><name>pdii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10942344300611020293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C1XpPt2hOPg/TkETJmMg19I/AAAAAAAAAFM/rCBIZO7Rc9k/s220/dii.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389884873151587707.post-8095811374008957195</id><published>2008-10-22T15:02:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T15:06:36.851+02:00</updated><title type='text'>i dream</title><content type='html'>of the things i dream of
of the people i see in my dreams
of the dreams i have in my sleep. 

the things i dream of in my life
i live them everyday
i intend reaching for them someday.
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flying to a far away land
where there is no familair face
running to a farway desert 
where there is no familair animal
driving to a farway place
where there is no familiar scent.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8389884873151587707-8095811374008957195?l=2007begin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2007begin.blogspot.com/feeds/8095811374008957195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8389884873151587707&amp;postID=8095811374008957195' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389884873151587707/posts/default/8095811374008957195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389884873151587707/posts/default/8095811374008957195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2007begin.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-dream.html' title='i dream'/><author><name>pdii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10942344300611020293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C1XpPt2hOPg/TkETJmMg19I/AAAAAAAAAFM/rCBIZO7Rc9k/s220/dii.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389884873151587707.post-2234567444208566875</id><published>2008-10-16T12:06:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T12:08:18.769+02:00</updated><title type='text'>please come back</title><content type='html'>I miss you, talking to you, writing and you writing back right away,

 laughing with you, holding your hands,fingers, seeing your face light up with happiness when I smile at you. 

I miss your stare, you telling me you see some beauty and more of it everytime you look at me. remember that? 

I think of the day we were working on your car, you under it and me sitting right next on the ground.

The morning  you were preparing to go back home, and you were giving me a couple of music videos and cds, and I asked if they were mine and you said they are ours not mine.

I miss eating with you
I miss feeding you, forcing the food in your mouth, begging you to feed for one last time.

I miss seeing you strip and bath.

I miss hugging you

I miss hearing you sing a tune
And listening to you talk while you touch your face at the same time.

I miss saying to you, ‘babe don’t touch your face’

I miss you touching my behind after I spilled a drink on myself the afternoon we were eating at Mcdonalds’

I think of you, too often. Do u think of me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8389884873151587707-2234567444208566875?l=2007begin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2007begin.blogspot.com/feeds/2234567444208566875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8389884873151587707&amp;postID=2234567444208566875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389884873151587707/posts/default/2234567444208566875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389884873151587707/posts/default/2234567444208566875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2007begin.blogspot.com/2008/10/please-come-back.html' title='please come back'/><author><name>pdii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10942344300611020293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C1XpPt2hOPg/TkETJmMg19I/AAAAAAAAAFM/rCBIZO7Rc9k/s220/dii.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389884873151587707.post-1857246464788001561</id><published>2008-10-13T12:21:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T12:37:38.308+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the mountains we climb alone are steep and when we come down do we feel any difference. 
the silence we need alone when we come back do we feel any better.

to ease our minds, to heal our hearts. 
to reconnect with our inner soul.
to seek ourselves.
to try to find peace.
when we come back, do we feel any different.

when we fly away
when we drive away
when we run away from our troubles.
from our enemies
when we come back, are we better people.

do we go to the unknown world to seek the unknown truth
do we go to the stranger places to seek unseen happiness
do we go to the far away places to find something unfamiliar
and when we do, do we do find what we need.
and are we alone on this.
or we take with us our finest familiar tools.
or we expect them to wait for us
and we want to find them waiting in once peace.

when we come back?

and when we find them, are they better people
when we find them, are we better people.

when we come back, when they come back,
do we embrace them, do they welcome us?

do we expect to continue where we left off?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8389884873151587707-1857246464788001561?l=2007begin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2007begin.blogspot.com/feeds/1857246464788001561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8389884873151587707&amp;postID=1857246464788001561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389884873151587707/posts/default/1857246464788001561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389884873151587707/posts/default/1857246464788001561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2007begin.blogspot.com/2008/10/mountains-we-climb-alone-are-steep-and.html' title=''/><author><name>pdii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10942344300611020293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C1XpPt2hOPg/TkETJmMg19I/AAAAAAAAAFM/rCBIZO7Rc9k/s220/dii.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389884873151587707.post-3452486712423918227</id><published>2008-10-10T10:11:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T10:23:02.715+02:00</updated><title type='text'>hope</title><content type='html'>hope is a necessary part of my life because i can face anything, anybody and everybody that life throws at me. it is what gets me up in the morning because its my desire  and my expectation to go on and have a rich life which is unfolding before myself, regardless of some circumstances at the moment. 

HoPe is ThE ThInG WiTh FeAtHeRs
That PeRcHes In ThE SoUl aNd SiNgS tHe TuNe WiThOuT WoRds,
AnD nEvEr StOps At AlL - EMILY DICKINSON

the season is changing and with change comes good and bad things, but there is always a reminder that God is faithful. i trust that you are doing very well, and enjoying God's blessings....

KeEp hOpiNg.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8389884873151587707-3452486712423918227?l=2007begin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2007begin.blogspot.com/feeds/3452486712423918227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8389884873151587707&amp;postID=3452486712423918227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389884873151587707/posts/default/3452486712423918227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389884873151587707/posts/default/3452486712423918227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2007begin.blogspot.com/2008/10/hope.html' title='hope'/><author><name>pdii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10942344300611020293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C1XpPt2hOPg/TkETJmMg19I/AAAAAAAAAFM/rCBIZO7Rc9k/s220/dii.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389884873151587707.post-6876538225212569375</id><published>2008-09-05T13:24:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T13:34:33.770+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the season of trees and flowers springing. life jumps back to our lives from the chills and frosts.we sit back and enjoy the moments. look back and forth, embrace changes in or lives. change instances,paths and learn from those experiences then move on with the spring as we come to the end of the year.
we then wonder how quickly it has come to this moment, unexpectedly we realise we have unfinished projects we started when the year began. but then we understand and appreciate the precious lives we have.
not forgetting the one above, as He showers us with blessings, we look forward to another fruiful year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8389884873151587707-6876538225212569375?l=2007begin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2007begin.blogspot.com/feeds/6876538225212569375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8389884873151587707&amp;postID=6876538225212569375' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389884873151587707/posts/default/6876538225212569375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389884873151587707/posts/default/6876538225212569375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2007begin.blogspot.com/2008/09/season-of-trees-and-flowers-springing.html' title=''/><author><name>pdii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10942344300611020293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C1XpPt2hOPg/TkETJmMg19I/AAAAAAAAAFM/rCBIZO7Rc9k/s220/dii.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389884873151587707.post-2820673434125327742</id><published>2008-08-12T13:48:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T13:53:32.280+02:00</updated><title type='text'>great love</title><content type='html'>great love &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;can never&lt;/span&gt; cease, because when we love the men and women,
when we are with the children we so love.
when we are joyful they feel our joys
when we find &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ecstasy&lt;/span&gt; in friendship
when we find &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;romance&lt;/span&gt; in another man's arms
when we find solace in another woman's arms
they are ecstatic for us.

when we smile, the earth moves for them because their love is great
because great love &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;can never&lt;/span&gt; cease.

because they love us in a thousand million ways.
so let us remember they are so much to us.
and we are so much to them.
their love and prayers are with us, because our hearts are connected.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8389884873151587707-2820673434125327742?l=2007begin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2007begin.blogspot.com/feeds/2820673434125327742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8389884873151587707&amp;postID=2820673434125327742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389884873151587707/posts/default/2820673434125327742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389884873151587707/posts/default/2820673434125327742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2007begin.blogspot.com/2008/08/great-love.html' title='great love'/><author><name>pdii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10942344300611020293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C1XpPt2hOPg/TkETJmMg19I/AAAAAAAAAFM/rCBIZO7Rc9k/s220/dii.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389884873151587707.post-6284167273152176288</id><published>2008-08-07T15:15:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T15:16:32.438+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Would you make love to someone just for the benefit of it? No.

You make love to someone with some emotions attached because it is a sentimental thing. You touch and feel that person; you are together on it and communicate all the way. You reach out to them if they seem distant, but if they aren’t reachable then it means it is having sexual intercourse that the two of you are doing.

When you are not together, you barely talk, and when you are together you talk about just other things, basic things in life, and when you reach your house they are reading the paper, when you reach their house they are either drinking some wine while watching you cook them a meal, or they are going through their paper again, or doing some work, or watching the news, and there is little talk, basically it is you who is bringing up matters to kill the silence.

Then its lights off in the kitchen and to the bedroom, then its batch time and obviously on separate cases, mostly you are the last to finish and you find them already cocked up and ready for a rhythm. You blend in, touch, kiss and moan with ecstasy, you don’t know what the sounds they make mean, but you can feel them come and both of you done, they cuddle closer to your warm and smooth body and slip into dreamland, it only happened once recently that they kissed you goodnight.

You hardly know each other, you don’t talk about each other, what is it you are doing and what is it you want.

But the little time you spend with them you find out just on your own, a few things about them.

And you wonder what is it you and this person that you are doing, and according to you, it is not a relationship you want and you’d bank on, but still you find that you enjoy being around them and yet you ignore the thought of the kind of relationship you having.
Regardless of you investing your emotions.


There are days they want to be with you and days they prefer not to, and on your part you really want to see them and always, because to you, to open yourself out to someone, and to go that deep, your emotions are not for granted and to you they are honoured and for someone to have that chance, they must really deserve that. And to find out you are wasting yourself like this it’s an emotional torture.

Because you feel you are so special and need a special person to share that special moment with you.

Because no one is doing none a favour.

This is a reason I say, I don’t have a lover, because I expect a lot from my lover and me. Not sexual intercourse. What is it anyway? Is it a gender communion?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8389884873151587707-6284167273152176288?l=2007begin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2007begin.blogspot.com/feeds/6284167273152176288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8389884873151587707&amp;postID=6284167273152176288' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389884873151587707/posts/default/6284167273152176288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389884873151587707/posts/default/6284167273152176288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2007begin.blogspot.com/2008/08/would-you-make-love-to-someone-just-for.html' title=''/><author><name>pdii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10942344300611020293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C1XpPt2hOPg/TkETJmMg19I/AAAAAAAAAFM/rCBIZO7Rc9k/s220/dii.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389884873151587707.post-5787260686518136628</id><published>2008-08-05T12:07:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T12:24:07.230+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>how do you help people see new sights
and how do you make them understand these new sites
how do you make people change
and how do you make them manage change.
how do you manage people
how do you make them see the light when its dark
how do you make people become
and how do you make them develop.

would you turn your back or face a ball thrown at high speed at yourself.
would you shift aside for the high speed ball coming at you.
would you turn and run at your fastest speed before it and let it come behind you.
would you kick it back to where it came from.
or would you stand, positioned yourself and prepare to get it and embrace it into your hands
your life?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8389884873151587707-5787260686518136628?l=2007begin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2007begin.blogspot.com/feeds/5787260686518136628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8389884873151587707&amp;postID=5787260686518136628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389884873151587707/posts/default/5787260686518136628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389884873151587707/posts/default/5787260686518136628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2007begin.blogspot.com/2008/08/how-do-you-help-people-see-new-sights.html' title=''/><author><name>pdii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10942344300611020293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C1XpPt2hOPg/TkETJmMg19I/AAAAAAAAAFM/rCBIZO7Rc9k/s220/dii.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389884873151587707.post-5771374547034854545</id><published>2008-08-05T11:37:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T12:05:53.857+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;people are so bitter and angry and the world gets more tougher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the world gets more tougher and the people get more angry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;people get more bitter then life gets more frustrating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;nevertheless, i can move on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;even so, i can do it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;regardless i can be the best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i can be a winning agent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i can have a winning attitude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my encounters pull me down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my friends pull me down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my life frustrates me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my boyfriend upsets me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my boss irritates me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my house is boring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;neverthelss i can be a better person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my colleagues are rigid unnessesarily &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my friends are firm unnessesarily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my dad and my mom are strict&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;everybody is serious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;nevertheless i can smile all the way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;nevertheless i flexible all the way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i can help them see the floppy side of life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i can make them see the funny side of their situation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i can make them find life more enjoyable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8389884873151587707-5771374547034854545?l=2007begin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2007begin.blogspot.com/feeds/5771374547034854545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8389884873151587707&amp;postID=5771374547034854545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389884873151587707/posts/default/5771374547034854545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389884873151587707/posts/default/5771374547034854545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2007begin.blogspot.com/2008/08/people-are-so-bitter-and-angry-and.html' title=''/><author><name>pdii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10942344300611020293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C1XpPt2hOPg/TkETJmMg19I/AAAAAAAAAFM/rCBIZO7Rc9k/s220/dii.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389884873151587707.post-2546075269737408243</id><published>2008-08-01T13:01:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T13:05:16.891+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>there was this young girl
there was this other guy
and this was the day

they were feeling some loves for each
but there were other things involved
but there were other people involved
there was some other loves involved
and this was the day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8389884873151587707-2546075269737408243?l=2007begin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2007begin.blogspot.com/feeds/2546075269737408243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8389884873151587707&amp;postID=2546075269737408243' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389884873151587707/posts/default/2546075269737408243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389884873151587707/posts/default/2546075269737408243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2007begin.blogspot.com/2008/08/there-was-this-young-girl-there-was.html' title=''/><author><name>pdii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10942344300611020293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C1XpPt2hOPg/TkETJmMg19I/AAAAAAAAAFM/rCBIZO7Rc9k/s220/dii.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389884873151587707.post-1714658805023783203</id><published>2008-07-11T13:16:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T13:32:37.113+02:00</updated><title type='text'>my deep chambered heart angel</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;It may be easy to look around our world today and see the appearance of chaos,difficulty and strife.Yet,when we come from an open heart,we can also see our opportunity to love all things into balance,joy,harmony and peace.This planet does not need more visions of desperation,fear,doubt and hate...it requires an abundance of love,especially unconditional love,to heal and restore the beauty contained in every moment.  This becomes the easier path once we take the first step and begin to share our love.When we bring unconditional love back into our personal,professional,community and family lives,we begin the journey of restoring wholeness and happiness to our planetary adventure. Of course it takes determined effort on our part as the old ways of being are quick to return in our mind.However,this effort to love is rewarded with a new perspective on everything and all life benefits as a result.Love is such a beautiful expression &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Pulani&lt;/span&gt;.When we feel the passion of romance, the gentle touch of kindness,or the simple gaze of a willing smile,we are lifted into a higher awareness of life’s potential.In these precious moments,the impossible melts into infinity itself where all things are possible.We instantly remember what matters most is this love that unites us and assures us that all is well.At the core of our being,we intuitively know we are love.Not just an external expression of love that we equate or define as a loving act,rather the grander love that is unconditional.This love knows no bounds or limits,causes our heart to beat,our body to feel and our mind to think.It animates us and inspires us.Such boundless love literally gives us the freedom to explore the very depths of our reality.Without it,we cease to exist.With it,we soar to amazing heights of experience.Love is silent,yet beckons each moment.Ours is not a paradox,it is an invitation.  Love does not intrude since it is ever present.There are lots of smokes in the air; smoke from a chimney where a chef is making chicken &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tikka&lt;/span&gt;,smoke from forest fire,smoke from cars exhausts,smokes from cigarette puffing and smokes of real love.It's ones duty to use the nostrils correct and smell the right thing just as you may make love in the dark...not seeing anything buy going through evrything smoothly in and out.It knows its pitch of course &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;.It merely calls to us and asks that it be included in our awareness through every thought,feeling,word,deed and action.What could be easier?In this physical world we have become so far removed from this intrinsic aspect of our nature that we have forgotten its existence and importance.Instead,we frequently replace true love with our sensory notions and expectations and limit our expression to a few physiological,mental and emotional acrobatics.These demonstrations are an artificial version of love and are symbolic tokens at best.  Naturally,they contain the seeds of a grander love; however we usually do not nurture or cultivate unconditional love long enough to experience its potential in us or our relationships.Who among us is courageous enough to remember the truth of love?Shall we be so brave as to be the first to embrace and accept ourselves as potent beings of love? Are we willing to share this limitless expression to each and every one around us....without expectation of anything in return?Can we be so bold as to forgive? So outrageous as to accept and embrace the same potential of love in others?
As we grow through life,let us contemplate and invoke this grander love.
This time of year often brings travel,traditions,family and unity to the center stage.For many,it is an opportunity to gather and share our symbolic gifts, stories and personal experiences.We come together to celebrate as one and connect with those near and dear to us.Goodwill is our theme as we more readily open our hearts and naturally embrace each other in mutual brother/sisterhood during this period.Within these moments,remember that you carry a special and unique gift that has a wondrous and amazing quality; it is always available,has no cost,cannot be bought,stolen,bartered or lost,it replenishes itself without measure no matter how much of it you give away,and it seeks nothing in return.You can easily bestow it to yourself and everyone around you and,while doing so,the whole world simultaneously benefits.It is the simplest gift anyone can give that never needs to be wrapped or unwrapped.It is unconditional love.When we come from our heart of hearts and share the boundless love for all life, we know that all is well and that our very existence is enough.We see the reflection of our own nature in the eyes of another and this timeless love instantly balances and heals our reality.Consider bringing your special gift into all of your experiences.Share the love that you are without condition and witness the transformation in everyone and everything around you.Be the one who knows what the real secret is to life and let the twinkle in your eye be the ribbon of light that awakens another to their potential.You are the light and love of the world,always have been and always will be.  Shine your light this season,as well as all year long,and give the simplest gift of unconditional love to everyone you encounter. What is it about life that is so intriguing and at the same time,can be seemingly so difficult?One moment we appear to be happy and content and the next can bring utter chaos.We can move from joy to anger in a split second or find ourselves deeply mired in wallowing grief and despair for no apparent reason.Are we finally willing to understand what motivates these experiences at a causal level or are we content to react to every effect we encounter for the rest of our lives?Perhaps we can begin understanding the mechanism and driving motivation behind our personal and planetary story and re-member ourselves as part of a greater adventure and collective whole.Maybe it is time we embrace unconditional love at a causal level.Most of us spend our day in some form of reaction to conditions,people,places,and things all processed through our thoughts and feelings.Thinking our way through each circumstance,we attempt to follow a logical pattern and draw a reasonable conclusion to make sense of life while our feelings flair up constantly and often unexpectedly,holding us emotionally hostage in ways we don't even realize.This continues until the next thing comes along and grabs our attention and we head off in another direction.Rather than being fully present in the moment,we compound this process by frequently looking to the past for a sense of direction and stability or daydream a future potential all in hopes that somehow the past or future will free us.When life becomes overwhelming,we combat the resulting chaotic and confusing series of ongoing reactions and unresolvable scenarios by trying to numb,medicate,stimulate or sedate ourselves with an infinite array of methods that further remove us from the reality of reality.Sound familiar &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Pulani&lt;/span&gt;?
Add to this mixture the rapidly changing dynamics of our increasing global awareness where we are no longer just dealing with our immediate lives and that of our community,we are faced with the daily issues that plague humanity on a scale far beyond our comprehension much less our conceivable ability to do anything about it.Or so it seems.  There is a different way to approach life that can make sense of it all and bring us the peace,harmony and unconditional love we all crave.What we are really looking for in every experience and encounter is the awareness of love.Not just ordinary love,romantic love,or a superficial validation of love,we are looking for the genuine expression of love without condition or limits.At a core level and at the very center of our being we know this to be true; unconditional love is what we are here to experience.Just hearing or reading the words together "unconditional love" you instantly know and feel the intuitive nudge that makes these two words something more than unconditional and love.The funny thing about unconditional love is that it is already within us.It has never been anywhere else.Despite our life-long effort to find it outside ourselves in the people,places and things we continually run around creating,we can never "get" unconditional love from others.As children we expected our parents to be the examples of this type of love without conditions,yet it was never expressed or passed along to them either so they had no way of sharing this wisdom.Now as adults,we continue to search through our relationships with everything in the physical--whether person,place or thing,hoping beyond hope to find this limitless love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Simply look around and you will see ample evidence that humanity does not currently understand unconditional love,where it really is and how to express this amazing potential.Yet....Pulani,Yet!Consider opening your heart to allow unconditional love to flow once again from within you and experience love of a new magnitude.Become the cup that overflows with this vibrant energy and the world will respond in delight.Forgive and release your attachment to pain,suffering,fear,doubt and separation and take the first step to generate this boundless love.Radiate your love without condition and through you humanity will finally come to know and experience what unconditional love truly is. We are at a beautiful moment on this planet where a new world is being birthed based on integrity,dignity,harmony,peace and love.The most obvious signs that this is well underway is that everything is changing and nothing seems to make sense.In fact,in many ways it appears to be the total opposite of an emerging new world.We are witnessing lies,deceit,greed,extreme wealth and poverty,sickness,destruction,dis-ease,dis-honor,addictions,abuse,and environmental chaos,along with countless other named and unnamed calamities and certainly little evidence of peace or love.Yet appearances can be deceiving in themselves and what we see and perceive is only a tiny fragment of the bigger picture.Over the past several years,one of the regularly recurring themes I've encountered is that so many people I've connected with are hopeful of a better world and at the same time they are sincerely troubled by the one they appear to be presently experiencing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;They know in their hearts that life is not meant to be a struggle filled with so much fear and doubt,yet they find it difficult at times to reconcile the seeming chaos and atrocities that are bombarding them from every seeming angle internally and externally.What if we stepped back and set aside our endless judgment for a moment and looked at the bigger picture?&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Pulani&lt;/span&gt;,I wanna ask just one question....what if we stepped into the realm of our heart and began to listen to its wisdom?When we stop and truly and genuinely look around,what do we see and what are we really experiencing?What is our mental and emotional filter of life and how is this affecting our current perspective?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Do we perceive our reality as an observer or are we still allowing ourselves to be caught up in the drama like a character actor in a play?If it is the latter, do we know how to shift our perspective to see a larger view and a greater whole?Is there a way that we can connect with the real peace and love that already exists within?Is unconditional love a key that unlocks this potential? Our mind has been the thinker for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;millennia&lt;/span&gt; and now it is time to move our energy into the heart and begin to think from this vantage point.By expressing from the heart,we can do something different in our own lives to shift our experience and in turn,the reality around us.Coming from unconditional love,we move out of the duality and polarity of right and wrong,good and bad,and begin to share that which we already are...powerful,wise,loving and lovable beings of immense talent, creativity,compassion and strength.Not to mention,individuals filled with integrity, dignity,harmony,peace,and love.
Shifting from one reality to another always includes a phase where the old gives way to the new and this often takes on the momentary appearance of chaos, strife, the need to let go of the known and a courageous willingness to allow the new to manifest.  Underlying this or any transition is the loving intelligence that guides us between worlds and emanates from our own heart.  No matter what the appearance, the heart knows the bigger picture and from this grander perspective we can make a profound difference.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Pulani&lt;/span&gt;,make a choice today to suspend judgment and relax into what simply is. Let go of what you mentally think is going on and center your awareness in the heart. Be present in the now and experience the only moment that is real and tangible.Breathe.Allow.Be at peace and you will know peace.Share your unconditional love and the world will know love. 
You are the one birthing this new world and I am honored to be in your presence.
Perhaps the greatest awareness we can focus upon in our life is the wisdom of unconditional love.It is a simple choice each of us can make that leads to profound change and births a new reality within our present moment,the only moment we ever truly have.It is also a personal choice that affects our collective world in amazing ways by restoring the natural balance inherent in all things.  Yet,what does it mean to love unconditionally?
For many years I have marveled how people respond when I mention these two words together...surprisingly,often heard or considered for the very first time.  There is a vibration and acknowledgment that reverberates through the person's being in that particular moment that the single word "love" never achieves.  Uttering and contemplating these combined words invokes meaning that is felt at our deepest level.It is a universal understanding of our core essence that knows beyond knowing and fills us instantly with understanding,compassion,joy and harmony.It is the "unconditional" aspect of the phrase that leads us into new territory that we rarely,if ever,consciously travel in our daily life.
Ironically,loving unconditionally is nothing more than a shift in our perspective since it is already within us.We bring it to the forefront when we decide to release the layers of guilt,shame,judgement,hatred,anger,worry,fear,doubt and other similar limiting beliefs we have allowed to fill our daily thoughts,feelings and routines.These limiting perspectives have no power other than what we give them through our attention.If we believe them to be true, they take on that energy to validate our creative expression.What happens if we choose to forgive and release them and place our attention on unconditional love instead?
Letting go of our attachment to conditioned responses frees us from our past and allows us to dwell in the realm of unconditional love where all things are possible. When we come to love ourselves without limit or condition,we easily view the world from this compassionate foundation and joyfully share our love to others without condition.This gives freedom to everyone and everything around us as we cease placing our limitations on them too.Think of the layers of limitation we have accepted over our lifetime alone and in turn,how many people we have affected.We can end this cycle by choosing a new way through self acceptance and unconditional love.  
Heart to heart a new world is emerging as we once again recognize our potential to love unconditionally.Oh,there are still plenty of examples that appear less than loving,yet they are only our past limiting thoughts and feelings revealing themselves from a former time when we believed in a conditional life.Now we can love them as aspects of ourselves that reflect who we once were when we believed in limitation in a similar way.
Never before have so many responded to their own inner urge to shift their awareness from a fear-based reality to one of unconditional love.We are in the midst of the most profound time ever known upon this planet...the moment where we return to unconditional love and become that which we always were,divine beings of exquisite creative potential. 
What will you choose &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Pulani&lt;/span&gt;?Can you love yourself so deeply and so freely that you see yourself in the eyes of another?Will you remember in each moment of your day that humanity is filled with individuals wanting to know what and where unconditional love really resides just like you once did?Show them through your strength and courage and release a wave of love that envelops each in a loving embrace from the heart. 

Thank you for being the beautiful you that you are!
I am writing to you for your personal contemplation.As the world is rapidly changing and there is once again a seeming increase in confusion,tension, polarity and fear,I would like to send a different message to each and every one of you recalling the potential to love unconditionally.You already know that my vision is to "inspire people to love unconditionally" and it has been my personal journey to share a timeless and simple message that love is indeed possible.Well,the message now requires action by each of us to fully realize this potential.It is perhaps the most critical time we have yet encountered on the planet and it will take the personal strength of each to lift the world into a higher perspective in the coming days.Behind the many evolving news headlines is a bigger movement attempting to encourage a level of fear and hopelessness to permeate our consciousness into believing that we must be afraid of everything and everyone.This not-so-subtle effort is hoped to keep people from realizing their personal potential to make a difference...and the TRUTH is you do!  It only takes one to simply realize that love is more powerful than fear and the game is done.Did I say it was easy? No,in fact,it may be one of the greatest challenges you may ever face.To discover and express love in the face of fear and doubt takes enormous courage and strength.Yet,I know clearly that you are up to the task.This is no longer a time where we can sit idly by allowing our attention to become engrossed on the negative images and stories of others,or continue to live in our own fear,doubt and limitation.Look behind the headlines and images being projected.Then look within and understand why we allow doubt and fear to capture our imagination and release these emotional bonds to the past.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;When we can accept our ability to change our personal perspective,we change the outcome for all.I encourage you to become an observer in the coming days and see where your thoughts and feelings are focused.By beginning with this first step,you will add to your awareness of love and affect people within your circle in an exponential and positive way.People thousands of miles away will instantly benefit by this love just because you were willing to go beyond your limited perspective to understand a bigger picture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Thank you for considering my unusual and timely request.The earth awaits your next thought and feeling of love and forgiveness.Peace does prevail.
At the weekend I thought alot of things in store for us in the near future.Today,I've collected my thought about our opportunity that could go to waste if we aren't careful...and put it down for you.
May the Lord be with you...Amen
Q&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8389884873151587707-1714658805023783203?l=2007begin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2007begin.blogspot.com/feeds/1714658805023783203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8389884873151587707&amp;postID=1714658805023783203' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389884873151587707/posts/default/1714658805023783203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389884873151587707/posts/default/1714658805023783203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2007begin.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-deep-chambered-heart-angel.html' title='my deep chambered heart angel'/><author><name>pdii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10942344300611020293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C1XpPt2hOPg/TkETJmMg19I/AAAAAAAAAFM/rCBIZO7Rc9k/s220/dii.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389884873151587707.post-7124317363133815417</id><published>2008-07-11T13:13:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T13:16:36.622+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's pitch dark outside, I sit in a corner.. like a  stone, between you and reality i'm torn, tears continue to stain my cheeks, as i struggle to hide from you, No, i am not weak.And then you come, pull my fears away, as you hold me tight, "God, let time freeze itself", I silently Pray.My head and heart, each speak a different tune, you lean closer to kiss, I look away, you're dreaming i tell myself, This cannot be true. And when i'm all convinced, this isn't for real, you come and kiss me on my neck, and change the way i feel.I fight my thoughts of letting you go, In the mad rush, i forgot to say no, As our bodies unite, two souls become one, I can feel how much you need me, I know this isn't for fun.Empowered by passion, Embraced in lust, We are engrossed, In quenching each other's thirst.Your grip on me becomes tighter, I feel my body melting in yours, The sun has begun to rise, I can once again feel my fears, The ones that vanished,just cause you were near.And now i know, that you have to go, you say you have to leave, and kiss me once again, I try to stop you, but all in vain.Lonliness begins to creep into me, now that you have gone, I curl back to that corner of mine, once again i have become  a stone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8389884873151587707-7124317363133815417?l=2007begin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2007begin.blogspot.com/feeds/7124317363133815417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8389884873151587707&amp;postID=7124317363133815417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389884873151587707/posts/default/7124317363133815417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389884873151587707/posts/default/7124317363133815417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2007begin.blogspot.com/2008/07/its-pitch-dark-outside-i-sit-in-corner.html' title=''/><author><name>pdii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10942344300611020293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C1XpPt2hOPg/TkETJmMg19I/AAAAAAAAAFM/rCBIZO7Rc9k/s220/dii.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389884873151587707.post-127919655784635657</id><published>2008-07-11T11:57:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T12:42:55.633+02:00</updated><title type='text'>on the highway</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_clrLL3L1RDs/SHcutT0c3YI/AAAAAAAAACo/u0887u0_ZzU/s1600-h/KASANE-+NATA+ROAD+POTHOLES.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221693648908639618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_clrLL3L1RDs/SHcutT0c3YI/AAAAAAAAACo/u0887u0_ZzU/s320/KASANE-+NATA+ROAD+POTHOLES.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt;at high speed we travel to the destination, we go far away from the land we are put at. the unknown world unfolds before us at high speed. we cannot wait to see the next world coming, so we swiftly fly on and on. and there are potholes and hiccups delaying us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its not always a smooth sailing to our dreamland.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8389884873151587707-127919655784635657?l=2007begin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2007begin.blogspot.com/feeds/127919655784635657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8389884873151587707&amp;postID=127919655784635657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389884873151587707/posts/default/127919655784635657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389884873151587707/posts/default/127919655784635657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2007begin.blogspot.com/2008/07/on-highway.html' title='on the highway'/><author><name>pdii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10942344300611020293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C1XpPt2hOPg/TkETJmMg19I/AAAAAAAAAFM/rCBIZO7Rc9k/s220/dii.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_clrLL3L1RDs/SHcutT0c3YI/AAAAAAAAACo/u0887u0_ZzU/s72-c/KASANE-+NATA+ROAD+POTHOLES.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389884873151587707.post-8281259990466667897</id><published>2008-07-11T08:12:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T10:16:38.850+02:00</updated><title type='text'>my times</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_clrLL3L1RDs/SHcV1O5L0OI/AAAAAAAAACg/r0WVC4fjvFg/s1600-h/panash.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221666297234575586" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_clrLL3L1RDs/SHcV1O5L0OI/AAAAAAAAACg/r0WVC4fjvFg/s320/panash.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and then the good times go by, the good days pass by, the moments and memories are kept safe as cherishable ones, not on video, not in pictures only, in your heart you have them, in your mind you have them, in heaven they are there as the one above had it all planned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;for friends we know, and we knew, for our loves we love, and we once loved. for parents we have, we had. for guardians and teachers we have, we had. the paths we follow, we followed, the one above knows and knew all about. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and it is not the time to sit and worry about all those, we begin to realise it is a game of chess, we cover all the moves to win. we realise we have to make smart moves, and check mates.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;am closing my eyes to enjoy the day as i feel the energy of it is splendid, i feel my novelity so strong the freshness of it smells great, this is life and for the time being am the queen, my serenity rules and you oblige as nothing feels right except that.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;my friend and my lover, my family and to the one above, i give it all to you. for the support has been awesome. &lt;/em&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8389884873151587707-8281259990466667897?l=2007begin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2007begin.blogspot.com/feeds/8281259990466667897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8389884873151587707&amp;postID=8281259990466667897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389884873151587707/posts/default/8281259990466667897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389884873151587707/posts/default/8281259990466667897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2007begin.blogspot.com/2008/07/and-then-good-times-go-by-good-days.html' title='my times'/><author><name>pdii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10942344300611020293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C1XpPt2hOPg/TkETJmMg19I/AAAAAAAAAFM/rCBIZO7Rc9k/s220/dii.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_clrLL3L1RDs/SHcV1O5L0OI/AAAAAAAAACg/r0WVC4fjvFg/s72-c/panash.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389884873151587707.post-8396773379592936223</id><published>2008-07-10T12:38:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T13:06:29.396+02:00</updated><title type='text'>quincy wambitta timberlake zuma</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_clrLL3L1RDs/SHXsOzQzKiI/AAAAAAAAACI/icI3P8-PgI8/s1600-h/Quin1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221339082028952098" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_clrLL3L1RDs/SHXsOzQzKiI/AAAAAAAAACI/icI3P8-PgI8/s320/Quin1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_clrLL3L1RDs/SHXryNBJ8bI/AAAAAAAAACA/tYvf1_8Ltls/s1600-h/hon.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i waited at the bus terminal with my friend, from around 0800 pm, they said it was arriving around that time to the next hour. i couldn't compose the excitement in me, and my friend too, was as much as i was. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it was so cold during that month of June and the day 25th, the night was so cold and my friend began to doze, while each car that drove by, each bus that arrived, and each call that came though my handset, i prayed it was him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my friend gave up and said she was going home and if i wont come she will keep in touch, and i waited. it wasn't yet in me to give up, not on him. when it finally arrived, it was 1050pm. excitedly i ran to the arrivals, and each passenger coming through up to the last one....., i could not believe it. he was not there. he was not in the bus. i even went inside to check, i asked the drivers and all they said was if whoever am looking for is not in the bus, they don't know where they would be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;inside, i was burning, i was bleeding. i went home,i took the cab and the driver could not see the tears streaming down my cheeks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i tried his phone and all i got was a voice mail box, until the following day. when my friend phoned to check how everything was, I LIED! i told her he had arrived and was at home sleeping,( i was on my way to work.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i felt so terrible lying, and i pretended to be over the moon, my friend was excited too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i wondered what might have happened, his phones were off and there was no single mail from him at all. i started getting all these funny thoughts, then i contacted the office of the embassy from his country. i gave them his names and contacts for them to check if he ever left the country, i was so concerned. i thought of him being stranded somewhere else, being held by the immigration officials, maybe his travelling documents had problems, maybe there had been an accident. all the negativity came into my head. because if he was alright, then he would mail or call me even from a pay phone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the embassy officials confirmed there has not been an accident in their routes but kept me composed, the lady there Daisy, was nice and it helped me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my friend said maybe he has gone overseas, and i saw the possibility of it so high. but can he do this to me? he said he was coming to see me? wherever he was, was he thinking of me? was he well? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;now its the 10th of July, and i feel sick, the feeling of waiting is never easy. with every flight that comes in, i suspect he is on it but i go through and find nothing nobody at all. i wish there were some answers to all this puzzle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;there is only one thing i do now, the one thing i do each moment. i pray for his safety. the one above to keep him well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8389884873151587707-8396773379592936223?l=2007begin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2007begin.blogspot.com/feeds/8396773379592936223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8389884873151587707&amp;postID=8396773379592936223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389884873151587707/posts/default/8396773379592936223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389884873151587707/posts/default/8396773379592936223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2007begin.blogspot.com/2008/07/quincy-wambitta-timberlake-zuma.html' title='quincy wambitta timberlake zuma'/><author><name>pdii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10942344300611020293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C1XpPt2hOPg/TkETJmMg19I/AAAAAAAAAFM/rCBIZO7Rc9k/s220/dii.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_clrLL3L1RDs/SHXsOzQzKiI/AAAAAAAAACI/icI3P8-PgI8/s72-c/Quin1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389884873151587707.post-1329647362482820375</id><published>2008-07-07T14:06:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T12:57:22.640+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Once in complete darkness,I opened the doorI've finally walked into light,living in colorI found happiness while taking my chance to exploreAnd I discovered a feeling I've never shared with another.It's like picking a beautifully perfect flowerThen putting it on display in a vaseOr finding a candy that's not too sweet nor sour,Every feeling I've ever had,I find it replaced It's that firework in darkness,the rainbow in light.The feeling of having a jar full of firefliesThat you've run around catching all night.A feeling like that,you can't just let fly byeOne in a million love is what I live forI found it right in front of meEven when I didn't know what was through the open doorI walked through and found it standing beside a lit up Christmas tree.


It will forever remain in SpringMy flower on display will never dieLife is given to every little thingMy heart beats still,he makes it thrive.If ever my flower starts to wilt,or my fireflies dimOr simply bout of droughtOne simple meaningful kiss from himAll my worries,all my doubts are shattered all around,all about.Long after the day of the happiest of "I do's",Years after my flower,my fireflies,rainbows and sparks should have diedThey live because I gave my heart to you and only you,And with you and remain by your side,every part of me thrives.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8389884873151587707-1329647362482820375?l=2007begin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2007begin.blogspot.com/feeds/1329647362482820375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8389884873151587707&amp;postID=1329647362482820375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389884873151587707/posts/default/1329647362482820375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389884873151587707/posts/default/1329647362482820375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2007begin.blogspot.com/2008/07/once-in-complete-darknessi-opened_07.html' title=''/><author><name>pdii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10942344300611020293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C1XpPt2hOPg/TkETJmMg19I/AAAAAAAAAFM/rCBIZO7Rc9k/s220/dii.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389884873151587707.post-8114413674435444122</id><published>2008-07-07T13:51:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T14:06:05.042+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Like spring rains,so gently fallingThey nurture flowers and love birds callingLike turtle doves,two lovers cooTwo Flaming hearts,we join anewLike summer suns,which warm so deepThey stir our passions and love to keepLike Eve and Adam the two first matesTwo Flaming hearts,new life createsLike autumn frost which chills the airThey change the leaves and a lover's careLike photographs of old are fadedTwo Flaming hearts,past love is jadedLike winter winds which blow so coldThey numb the body and chill the soulLike love once shared that now is brokenTwo Flaming hearts,that now lie frozen....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8389884873151587707-8114413674435444122?l=2007begin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2007begin.blogspot.com/feeds/8114413674435444122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8389884873151587707&amp;postID=8114413674435444122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389884873151587707/posts/default/8114413674435444122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389884873151587707/posts/default/8114413674435444122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2007begin.blogspot.com/2008/07/like-spring-rainsso-gently-fallingthey.html' title=''/><author><name>pdii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10942344300611020293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C1XpPt2hOPg/TkETJmMg19I/AAAAAAAAAFM/rCBIZO7Rc9k/s220/dii.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389884873151587707.post-1197843989047373418</id><published>2008-05-20T14:08:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T14:20:25.753+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>end last week, i was honoured to be part of a symposium-career diversity annually inspiring participants to realise their potential. it was great being there, something in me was unleashed and it felt awesome.
The workshop was themed, ‘managing change’
And I learnt a lot of great stuff. That nobody can change me, that change can destroy me if not managed well. I have to embrace it, I have to love it. And be flexible to avoid being worn out of shape.

It felt like they chose the theme looking at me, my life, honestly it meant me in full force. I have managed well with change though I have had down falls. I cannot wait to attend the next one.
so i am becoming a change agent and enforcing the same spirit in my environment, that is my home, my personal life, at work in my organisation. its a challenge, but challenges make us better, we realise how tough and strong we are.
like a ball in full force thrown at me, am going to grab it with both of my hands and run with so much speed. i am going to not avoid  it, for fear of being hit by it.
that is me. am going to live my story, let them sing and tell my story while you listen.

change is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;inevitable&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8389884873151587707-1197843989047373418?l=2007begin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2007begin.blogspot.com/feeds/1197843989047373418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8389884873151587707&amp;postID=1197843989047373418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389884873151587707/posts/default/1197843989047373418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389884873151587707/posts/default/1197843989047373418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2007begin.blogspot.com/2008/05/end-last-week-i-was-honoured-to-be-part.html' title=''/><author><name>pdii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10942344300611020293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C1XpPt2hOPg/TkETJmMg19I/AAAAAAAAAFM/rCBIZO7Rc9k/s220/dii.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389884873151587707.post-2566286468959302577</id><published>2008-05-20T10:56:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T11:03:56.122+02:00</updated><title type='text'>as we belong</title><content type='html'>seeing the sun rise each morning, i know i will see it set again each dusk. with you in my thoughts the whole time. images of you sparkling like its rays. foreve in my heart, forever in my mind, forever in me i pray you will be. as we belong.

the bedroom light i see each evening when i come home, from my bedroom window. the pictures of me, the picture of you hanging on the wall, i see each time i enter the bedroom. i smile and just look far ahead in the future, our future. because that is what you are, we are my future. we will be. as we belong.

that last glance and prayers i say, each time i leave the bedroom, my house. that i return with same love and well being. we will be. as we belong.

the side of my bed, the side of my pillow. rests assured we will be, as we lay, we will be. as we belong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8389884873151587707-2566286468959302577?l=2007begin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2007begin.blogspot.com/feeds/2566286468959302577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8389884873151587707&amp;postID=2566286468959302577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389884873151587707/posts/default/2566286468959302577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389884873151587707/posts/default/2566286468959302577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2007begin.blogspot.com/2008/05/as-we-belong.html' title='as we belong'/><author><name>pdii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10942344300611020293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C1XpPt2hOPg/TkETJmMg19I/AAAAAAAAAFM/rCBIZO7Rc9k/s220/dii.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389884873151587707.post-4381108244137738035</id><published>2008-05-19T13:16:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T13:22:16.440+02:00</updated><title type='text'>change</title><content type='html'>what is change? i learnt a great lot of stuff i have always thought simple, only to realise it can kill me. i learnt what change, is. i learnt how it can kill me if i dont embrace it. that i have to make choices that will determine the kind of that transition, whether into the next better phace of my life, the next badder phase, into the future. or the back into the past.

i have to manager change very well because change is evetything, and it is everywhere. infact i am a change agent, just since 2007begin. are you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8389884873151587707-4381108244137738035?l=2007begin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2007begin.blogspot.com/feeds/4381108244137738035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8389884873151587707&amp;postID=4381108244137738035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389884873151587707/posts/default/4381108244137738035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389884873151587707/posts/default/4381108244137738035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2007begin.blogspot.com/2008/05/change.html' title='change'/><author><name>pdii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10942344300611020293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C1XpPt2hOPg/TkETJmMg19I/AAAAAAAAAFM/rCBIZO7Rc9k/s220/dii.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389884873151587707.post-4681406751422653554</id><published>2008-05-14T10:30:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T10:32:01.726+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;She sat there in that Air Botswana room She felt so alone She wondered if what she heard was true,He had a heart of stone.They said he doesn't fall in love,That he leaves when he gets bored.She wants to know while she's still high up.So she's not crushed like before.She thinks about him constantly.They see she's crazy about him,They said he's only a little attracted,And he'll just want to be friends.She doubts she can steal his heart away,Or make him feel the same inside.She loves to see him everyday But her feelings,she has to hide.As they sat there in that empty room,She had so much to say,She wanted to tell him the truth But she's not sure he'd stay.If he will not fall in love She'll turn her heart to stone,So when he says she's not good enough,She won't be feeling so alone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8389884873151587707-4681406751422653554?l=2007begin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2007begin.blogspot.com/feeds/4681406751422653554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8389884873151587707&amp;postID=4681406751422653554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389884873151587707/posts/default/4681406751422653554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389884873151587707/posts/default/4681406751422653554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2007begin.blogspot.com/2008/05/she-sat-there-in-that-air-botswana-room.html' title=''/><author><name>pdii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10942344300611020293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C1XpPt2hOPg/TkETJmMg19I/AAAAAAAAAFM/rCBIZO7Rc9k/s220/dii.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389884873151587707.post-5560450535098868770</id><published>2008-05-14T10:07:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T10:07:36.405+02:00</updated><title type='text'>2007.begin: what is love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2007begin.blogspot.com/2008/05/what-is-love.html#links"&gt;2007.begin: what is love.&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;em&gt;from quincy with love. i love the love that loves me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8389884873151587707-5560450535098868770?l=2007begin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://2007begin.blogspot.com/2008/05/what-is-love.html#links' title='2007.begin: what is love.'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2007begin.blogspot.com/feeds/5560450535098868770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8389884873151587707&amp;postID=5560450535098868770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389884873151587707/posts/default/5560450535098868770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389884873151587707/posts/default/5560450535098868770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2007begin.blogspot.com/2008/05/2007begin-what-is-love.html' title='2007.begin: what is love.'/><author><name>pdii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10942344300611020293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C1XpPt2hOPg/TkETJmMg19I/AAAAAAAAAFM/rCBIZO7Rc9k/s220/dii.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389884873151587707.post-2526192232278706798</id><published>2008-05-14T09:55:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T10:04:10.399+02:00</updated><title type='text'>what is love.</title><content type='html'>In the ancient elapsed historythere is this sad love storywhen love was kind of a sin&amp;amp; inequity was always there to winjust two dared to face the rules..to ignore what all people know..they believed that their sacred love was above this law..no man is to love a woman...no woman is to chose her man..no! secret love is to grow...just rules to follow..the father is to accept..the mother is to chose..and the son..the daughter..have their voices to lose..all the generations accepted that...no voice for them...no ear to listen for fact..they must accept and go on with what is commanded...and their life with sorrow..has always been endedbut then..the two angels..a boy and a virgin with no 1 to defend....loved each other a lot..wanted their love to be a legendfight-ed for that..but no one accepted their unblessed love for sure..and shall their hearts to be 1 part..1 piece to moor!the king heard the immoral! newsand the two shall be prepared to abuse!!they knew that..and decided to run away..they must be free...they are in a bay...before the sunrise..and they are just with each othertrying from the prison from that kingdom to get farther..well! the same as for the youth...for the ppl their..the big.. the ..small head is searching for them..no one can this news barethey are running on their legs!!by their hearts..by their love..the others after them but with horses..with envy..thats kinda rove!but in that kingdom and we all know that rule..love is a sinso angels shall be catch-ed...love is to lose..envy is to winknow they are in the small cage...nothing btw them only a wall..and the king's rage!!the first two..to disobey the rules..the last for this age..let them be a lesson..shall they both pay the wage!they are in the middle of the court...waiting for their gruelingfor their souls..to be executed..for what they did..for their love feelingthis is horrendous..but tho they are happy..cuz nothing 2 separate them only death...this was the promise btw them....so execution in their world is a bless...he will be for her..and the same she will..and their will be no creature to nill..looking into each others eyes..with a smile..and a tear..they didn't think about the pain when the thug will cut their heads..no fearand as the sword cammed closer to their neck...they smiled that calm love smile..that was a beck..to tell each other that in seconds they will be 4 ever together...upon ppl watching their heads rolling on the ground..down to the nether..they was above their bodies..angels each with a wing..watching the poor people...feeling sorry for that king..that never felt with this bless..and shall they be together..shall their love be a myth...and they will be 1 part for ever

Do you have brains to crack the meaning of this letter and imagine of us being&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8389884873151587707-2526192232278706798?l=2007begin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2007begin.blogspot.com/feeds/2526192232278706798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8389884873151587707&amp;postID=2526192232278706798' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389884873151587707/posts/default/2526192232278706798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389884873151587707/posts/default/2526192232278706798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2007begin.blogspot.com/2008/05/what-is-love.html' title='what is love.'/><author><name>pdii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10942344300611020293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C1XpPt2hOPg/TkETJmMg19I/AAAAAAAAAFM/rCBIZO7Rc9k/s220/dii.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389884873151587707.post-7199169697743776615</id><published>2008-05-10T15:50:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T15:55:47.352+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am feeling like mingling with the new crowd of people i dont know. i am tired of the faces i see everyday at work at home. so i left home this afternoon to want to blend, with the new crowds of people in my world. i passed the center of multitudes of them watching some music artists performing, i wanted to stand and watch with them ,but the sun is just too scortching for my fragile skin. i blame myself; i have my bare top and my blue jean shorts, and my hair is loose, i dont have the shade or umbrella.
but i can hear the sounds from the huge machines playing from here. am at a hotel's net cafe, i wanted to chat to some friends and my lover who seem to be outta line. but i left some messages.

i love communicating. it keeps me in touch with everyone else out there. i love writing, it keeps me alive and moving. i love you too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8389884873151587707-7199169697743776615?l=2007begin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2007begin.blogspot.com/feeds/7199169697743776615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8389884873151587707&amp;postID=7199169697743776615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389884873151587707/posts/default/7199169697743776615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389884873151587707/posts/default/7199169697743776615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2007begin.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-am-feeling-like-mingling-with-new.html' title=''/><author><name>pdii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10942344300611020293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C1XpPt2hOPg/TkETJmMg19I/AAAAAAAAAFM/rCBIZO7Rc9k/s220/dii.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389884873151587707.post-8467903382370995070</id><published>2008-05-10T15:36:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T15:45:47.135+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='\'/><title type='text'>am happy</title><content type='html'>i look around suddenly am happy
i sigh heavily suddenly am happy
i wave my hand to a friend, a stranger suddenly am happy
i blink my eye suddenly am happy
i laugh out loud suddenly am happy
i smile to a friend, a stranger suddenly am happy
i touch a baby's fingers suddenly am happy
i touch my teat suddenly am happy.

i look up the clear blue sky suddenly am happy
i look further up the horizon suddenly am happy
i watch the aircraft take off suddenly am happy
i wave the passengers on board suddenly am happy
i look around me in the vast airfield suddenly am happy.

i read my poetry suddenly am happy
i read your poetry suddenly am happy
i read on my blog suddenly am happy
i read on your blog suddenly am happy
i look at my pictures suddenly am happy
i look at your pictures suddenly am happy.

i stare at myself in the mirror suddenly am happy
i look into my eyes suddenly am happy
i look into your eyes suddenly am happy.

i look around my room
i see my bed
i watch my tv
i listen to my music
i hear my neighbour singing along
suddenly am happy.

i see myself bathing
i see myself getting into bed
i see myself snuggling under covers
i find myself  sleeping
i find myself dreaming about you
i find myself awake at dawn
suddenly am happy.

i watch cars speeding off
i watch kids play
i watch you
i see the world am in
i see myself in the world
suddenly am happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8389884873151587707-8467903382370995070?l=2007begin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2007begin.blogspot.com/feeds/8467903382370995070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8389884873151587707&amp;postID=8467903382370995070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389884873151587707/posts/default/8467903382370995070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389884873151587707/posts/default/8467903382370995070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2007begin.blogspot.com/2008/05/am-happy.html' title='am happy'/><author><name>pdii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10942344300611020293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C1XpPt2hOPg/TkETJmMg19I/AAAAAAAAAFM/rCBIZO7Rc9k/s220/dii.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389884873151587707.post-403188517616185646</id><published>2008-05-10T15:24:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T15:31:45.353+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>are you working, i pray you arent
are you engaged, i wish you arent
are you busy, i hope you arent
are you commited, i pray you arent.
because i'd love to be with you.

because i'd love to see you
becuase i'd love to be around you
because i'd love to be right whre you are
i'd love to have you.

am proposing for some time with you
am proposing for some moments with you
because i'd love to have you.

a chance to know you
a chance to know me
to know each other
to give each other a second chance.

because you are the last thinnest thread am holding onto
because its you whos holding me back
because its you whos making me look at the sun when it rises each morning
because its you whos saying there is so much to give in me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8389884873151587707-403188517616185646?l=2007begin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2007begin.blogspot.com/feeds/403188517616185646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8389884873151587707&amp;postID=403188517616185646' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389884873151587707/posts/default/403188517616185646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389884873151587707/posts/default/403188517616185646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2007begin.blogspot.com/2008/05/are-you-working-i-pray-you-arent-are.html' title=''/><author><name>pdii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10942344300611020293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C1XpPt2hOPg/TkETJmMg19I/AAAAAAAAAFM/rCBIZO7Rc9k/s220/dii.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389884873151587707.post-2705705991952435765</id><published>2008-05-10T15:18:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T15:23:53.680+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the moment they walk in and sit if not lean for a clear and closer view, i am on full alert. we have an instant easy connection. muscles that control my smile ache. i feel light beaming out of my body.
i am in full control of giving and sharing.
all these i cant help. i enjoy the swing. i give special service they can never get elsewhere.
i look them  right in the eye. kingdly ask how i can be of help. what they want. i gently deliver and say to them, what will always bring them back./

they walk out, pleased.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8389884873151587707-2705705991952435765?l=2007begin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2007begin.blogspot.com/feeds/2705705991952435765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8389884873151587707&amp;postID=2705705991952435765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389884873151587707/posts/default/2705705991952435765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389884873151587707/posts/default/2705705991952435765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2007begin.blogspot.com/2008/05/moment-they-walk-in-and-sit-if-not-lean.html' title=''/><author><name>pdii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10942344300611020293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C1XpPt2hOPg/TkETJmMg19I/AAAAAAAAAFM/rCBIZO7Rc9k/s220/dii.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389884873151587707.post-3921599921280860337</id><published>2008-05-09T14:13:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T14:46:12.440+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_clrLL3L1RDs/SCRF35QdnqI/AAAAAAAAAB4/6Z7FourMeac/s1600-h/XINTE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198356696457387682" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_clrLL3L1RDs/SCRF35QdnqI/AAAAAAAAAB4/6Z7FourMeac/s320/XINTE.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;dont you forget how we met&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;dont you forget how we came to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;because i will never forget&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;because it is not like any ordinary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;at this moment i am feeling at my weakest and fragile because i feel sorry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;at this moment my heart is aching because i feel bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;at this moment iam failing to understand why i cannot be forgiven because i deserve to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;everybody is forgiven for, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;everybody is asking for forgiveness,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;everybody does wrong,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;everybody hurts,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;everybody feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and they are forgiven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;sometimes i wish i never loved because loving is painful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;sometiems i wish i never felt because feeling hurts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;sometimes i wish i had everything because i'd have you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;sometimes i wish i'd be your favourite because you are my favourite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;everybody has their own favourite one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;my heart beats like am frightened,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;my face is red like am crying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;my lips are dry like am nervous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;my eyes are red like i been crying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;my eyes are teary like am hurting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;my mind is blank like am insane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;everybody is feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i want to have you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i want you to need me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i want to hear you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i want you to hear me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i want to love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i want you to love me better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;everybody loves their love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i want you to care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i want to care too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i want you to feel appreciated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i want you to feel cared for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i want you to feel needed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i want you to know i am here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;everybody is there for their love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i have been hurt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;you were there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i have been crying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;you were there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i have been there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;everybody has been.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8389884873151587707-3921599921280860337?l=2007begin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2007begin.blogspot.com/feeds/3921599921280860337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8389884873151587707&amp;postID=3921599921280860337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389884873151587707/posts/default/3921599921280860337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389884873151587707/posts/default/3921599921280860337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2007begin.blogspot.com/2008/05/dont-you-forget-how-we-met-dont-you.html' title=''/><author><name>pdii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10942344300611020293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C1XpPt2hOPg/TkETJmMg19I/AAAAAAAAAFM/rCBIZO7Rc9k/s220/dii.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_clrLL3L1RDs/SCRF35QdnqI/AAAAAAAAAB4/6Z7FourMeac/s72-c/XINTE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389884873151587707.post-6555017686672773746</id><published>2008-05-08T12:39:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T12:46:21.678+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_clrLL3L1RDs/SCLZ7sJz9PI/AAAAAAAAABw/jWTNXH3YCag/s1600-h/pd+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197956539426796786" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_clrLL3L1RDs/SCLZ7sJz9PI/AAAAAAAAABw/jWTNXH3YCag/s320/pd+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There was a point I wanted to really give in and walk away but I couldn’t. The point in time I wanted to shout out loud but I couldn’t. I wanted to so much stand strong but I couldn’t. The queue was so long and the heat unbearably scorching. I wanted to take a step ahead of me but my strength failed me. I was so tired and all I wanted to do was collapse. Do u know how it’s like waiting for something you don’t know, waiting for something you are not sure of. Something somewhere in your heart you know belongs to you, something somewhere in the world is coming to you, and something deep in yourself says you know you cannot give up. Its too early for you to be giving in.

And then with all the might u don’t know where u get from, you close your eyes and just go on and listen to your heart. Your mind tells you it’s the right thing to do.

Right now I am feeling empty, I am feeling empty because the void isn’t filled up anymore, and it’s a huge one. I am feeling empty because my room is empty; there is a huge space that’s not filled up anymore. I am feeling empty because my bed is so huge I cannot fill it up it alone. I am feeling empty because my world is empty;-my office is empty, my dish is empty, my tear gland is empty, my dustbin is empty, my pot is empty, my stomach is empty, my pocket is empty, my desk is blank, my mind is blank, my friend is nude, every piece is bare.
Come fill in my world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8389884873151587707-6555017686672773746?l=2007begin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2007begin.blogspot.com/feeds/6555017686672773746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8389884873151587707&amp;postID=6555017686672773746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389884873151587707/posts/default/6555017686672773746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389884873151587707/posts/default/6555017686672773746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2007begin.blogspot.com/2008/05/there-was-point-i-wanted-to-really-give.html' title=''/><author><name>pdii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10942344300611020293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C1XpPt2hOPg/TkETJmMg19I/AAAAAAAAAFM/rCBIZO7Rc9k/s220/dii.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_clrLL3L1RDs/SCLZ7sJz9PI/AAAAAAAAABw/jWTNXH3YCag/s72-c/pd+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389884873151587707.post-5964862703544538567</id><published>2008-05-08T12:31:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T12:39:53.215+02:00</updated><title type='text'>day by day i think of you</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_clrLL3L1RDs/SCLYSMJz9OI/AAAAAAAAABo/xyYrJ-fHtec/s1600-h/pd+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197954726950597858" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_clrLL3L1RDs/SCLYSMJz9OI/AAAAAAAAABo/xyYrJ-fHtec/s320/pd+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt;the soft purr of rain&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;my eyelids get heavy&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;as the raindrops urge them to close&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;my mind drift to that day.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;day by day i think of you&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;the video plays in my mind&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;the scenes go on and on in my eyes&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;day by day i think of you&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;i relive the day&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;i dread to forget it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8389884873151587707-5964862703544538567?l=2007begin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2007begin.blogspot.com/feeds/5964862703544538567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8389884873151587707&amp;postID=5964862703544538567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389884873151587707/posts/default/5964862703544538567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389884873151587707/posts/default/5964862703544538567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2007begin.blogspot.com/2008/05/day-by-day-i-think-of-you.html' title='day by day i think of you'/><author><name>pdii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10942344300611020293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C1XpPt2hOPg/TkETJmMg19I/AAAAAAAAAFM/rCBIZO7Rc9k/s220/dii.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_clrLL3L1RDs/SCLYSMJz9OI/AAAAAAAAABo/xyYrJ-fHtec/s72-c/pd+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389884873151587707.post-4814082039730106440</id><published>2008-05-08T12:00:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T12:21:17.099+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_clrLL3L1RDs/SCLQf8Jz9LI/AAAAAAAAABQ/zkfuNhS2IFs/s1600-h/2007begin+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197946167080776882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 339px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 228px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="280" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_clrLL3L1RDs/SCLQf8Jz9LI/AAAAAAAAABQ/zkfuNhS2IFs/s320/2007begin+039.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;yesterday was good&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i walked alone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i watched the world around me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i watched the kids play, the dust rising from the ground&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i listened to their voices, they talked and shouted from the playground&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dust rising from their feet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yesterday was good&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i watched the sun set, the horizon pinkish orange rays&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i watched the traffic lights from afar in the city&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i watched the taxis drive by from, to town&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i watched everybody hurrying home, from town&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i listened to their voices, they talked in lower tones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yesterday was good&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i watched the women and men pushing wheelbarrows home,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;from fetching water from public water pipes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i watched boys riding home in donkeycarts,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;from fetching firewood in the lands..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yesterday was good&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i walked alone back to the homesteads&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i watched grandma make some fire&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i watched my younger brother chase after hens and the rooster&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i listened to his voice, laughing and giggling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i watched my younger sister kneeling down blowing the firecoals&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i listened to the puff of air from her lungs blowing.
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yesterday was good&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i inhaled the smell of dust and dry air&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i smelled the homestead dust&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i heard the homestead noise&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i watched grandma by the fires making some coffee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i sat by the fires sipping my coffee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i watched the fire burning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i looked up and felt at peace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i saw the dark sky&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i felt at home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yesterday was good&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i retired to bed feeling all good and warm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yesterday was good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8389884873151587707-4814082039730106440?l=2007begin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2007begin.blogspot.com/feeds/4814082039730106440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8389884873151587707&amp;postID=4814082039730106440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389884873151587707/posts/default/4814082039730106440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389884873151587707/posts/default/4814082039730106440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2007begin.blogspot.com/2008/05/yesterday-was-good-i-walked-alone-i.html' title=''/><author><name>pdii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10942344300611020293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C1XpPt2hOPg/TkETJmMg19I/AAAAAAAAAFM/rCBIZO7Rc9k/s220/dii.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_clrLL3L1RDs/SCLQf8Jz9LI/AAAAAAAAABQ/zkfuNhS2IFs/s72-c/2007begin+039.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389884873151587707.post-2038459098950810183</id><published>2008-05-08T11:58:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T12:00:24.131+02:00</updated><title type='text'>there is</title><content type='html'>there is a star at night at dawn
follow the glitter of it at night at dawn

there are rays at dawn at dusk
look up the horizon and see the beauty of it

there is a bright new day in the morning at noon
follow your dream and reach out to the unlucky

there is you at the end of theday at lifes end
look back and learn from it all

this is some life you are living
live if fully and happily
because it is yours, trully yours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8389884873151587707-2038459098950810183?l=2007begin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2007begin.blogspot.com/feeds/2038459098950810183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8389884873151587707&amp;postID=2038459098950810183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389884873151587707/posts/default/2038459098950810183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389884873151587707/posts/default/2038459098950810183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2007begin.blogspot.com/2008/05/there-is.html' title='there is'/><author><name>pdii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10942344300611020293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C1XpPt2hOPg/TkETJmMg19I/AAAAAAAAAFM/rCBIZO7Rc9k/s220/dii.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389884873151587707.post-342612015550863639</id><published>2008-05-08T11:54:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T16:07:43.913+02:00</updated><title type='text'>flying without wings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_clrLL3L1RDs/SCLN_MJz9KI/AAAAAAAAABI/UFNMBDXe8bk/s1600-h/2007begin+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197943405416805538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_clrLL3L1RDs/SCLN_MJz9KI/AAAAAAAAABI/UFNMBDXe8bk/s320/2007begin+039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
would you come with me if i was to fly away?
would you be part of me if i had to fly away?
would you die with me if i had to?
would you laugh with me if i did?
would you cry with me if i did?
would you be at peace with me like i am?
would you just be with me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8389884873151587707-342612015550863639?l=2007begin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2007begin.blogspot.com/feeds/342612015550863639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8389884873151587707&amp;postID=342612015550863639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389884873151587707/posts/default/342612015550863639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389884873151587707/posts/default/342612015550863639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2007begin.blogspot.com/2008/05/flying-without-wings.html' title='flying without wings'/><author><name>pdii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10942344300611020293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C1XpPt2hOPg/TkETJmMg19I/AAAAAAAAAFM/rCBIZO7Rc9k/s220/dii.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_clrLL3L1RDs/SCLN_MJz9KI/AAAAAAAAABI/UFNMBDXe8bk/s72-c/2007begin+039.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389884873151587707.post-7546114581021761311</id><published>2008-05-08T11:50:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T11:54:19.573+02:00</updated><title type='text'>we belong</title><content type='html'>when we sail with the sailors
when we lie with the liars
when we say the saying
we belong with them.

when we love with the lovers
when we love the love that loves us
when we fly with the fliers
when we soar with the eagle
we belong with them.

when we sing with the singers
when we cry with the heartbroken
when we go with the travellers
we belong with them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8389884873151587707-7546114581021761311?l=2007begin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2007begin.blogspot.com/feeds/7546114581021761311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8389884873151587707&amp;postID=7546114581021761311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389884873151587707/posts/default/7546114581021761311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389884873151587707/posts/default/7546114581021761311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2007begin.blogspot.com/2008/05/we-belong.html' title='we belong'/><author><name>pdii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10942344300611020293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C1XpPt2hOPg/TkETJmMg19I/AAAAAAAAAFM/rCBIZO7Rc9k/s220/dii.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389884873151587707.post-7725979592462077509</id><published>2008-05-08T11:42:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T11:49:54.936+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the waters run by
the puff of air is refreshingly dam and sweet
the ground and earth are appetizingly damp

the light the sun shines
the colours the sky is
the stars the moon gleam

days glow in amber
shadows and shades move
objects shift as time swiftly ticks
as we celebrate beautiful life
as we feel gorgeous
as we calmly blend in with nature
as life slowly moves on
as night comes,
we will slumber to rest,
hoping and dreaming for a better world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8389884873151587707-7725979592462077509?l=2007begin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2007begin.blogspot.com/feeds/7725979592462077509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8389884873151587707&amp;postID=7725979592462077509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389884873151587707/posts/default/7725979592462077509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389884873151587707/posts/default/7725979592462077509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2007begin.blogspot.com/2008/05/waters-run-by-puff-of-air-is.html' title=''/><author><name>pdii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10942344300611020293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C1XpPt2hOPg/TkETJmMg19I/AAAAAAAAAFM/rCBIZO7Rc9k/s220/dii.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389884873151587707.post-1316463248770073390</id><published>2008-04-05T13:51:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T13:53:13.570+02:00</updated><title type='text'>love is</title><content type='html'>love is a complex tool,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;it confuses&lt;/span&gt; us in a spiritual &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;phenomenon&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8389884873151587707-1316463248770073390?l=2007begin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2007begin.blogspot.com/feeds/1316463248770073390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8389884873151587707&amp;postID=1316463248770073390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389884873151587707/posts/default/1316463248770073390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389884873151587707/posts/default/1316463248770073390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2007begin.blogspot.com/2008/04/love-is.html' title='love is'/><author><name>pdii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10942344300611020293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C1XpPt2hOPg/TkETJmMg19I/AAAAAAAAAFM/rCBIZO7Rc9k/s220/dii.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389884873151587707.post-2342730416278374345</id><published>2008-04-05T12:54:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T13:02:32.987+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I LOOK IN THE MIRROR I SEE A YOUNG VIBRANT FACE
I SMILE AND MY BURDENS BECOME LIGHTER
AND A SMILE THAT I GET ALL MY FEARS ARE FORGOTTEN

I LEARN TO ENJOY MY OWN &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;WORLD&lt;/span&gt; IN MY OWN HOME
WHERE M FRUSTRATIONS ARE REPLACED BY &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;SPIRITUAL&lt;/span&gt; INSPIRATION.
WHERE I RELAX AND FEEL LIKE A QUEEN
WHERE MY PYJAMAS SAY, ' RELAX, TOMORROW &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;WILL&lt;/span&gt; BE MUCH BETTER'
AND I DO RELAX, HOPING FOR TOMORROW'S DREAMS.
AS &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;NOTHING&lt;/span&gt; IS FOREVER EXCEPT IN PARADISE.
THERE IS TIME FOR &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;EVERYTHING&lt;/span&gt;
AS GOD IS THERE FOR US
HE SHALL &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;REMEMBER&lt;/span&gt; ME.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8389884873151587707-2342730416278374345?l=2007begin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2007begin.blogspot.com/feeds/2342730416278374345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8389884873151587707&amp;postID=2342730416278374345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389884873151587707/posts/default/2342730416278374345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389884873151587707/posts/default/2342730416278374345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2007begin.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-look-in-mirror-i-see-young-vibrant.html' title=''/><author><name>pdii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10942344300611020293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C1XpPt2hOPg/TkETJmMg19I/AAAAAAAAAFM/rCBIZO7Rc9k/s220/dii.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389884873151587707.post-8311438822921548759</id><published>2008-04-05T10:07:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T10:13:43.543+02:00</updated><title type='text'>when u love them</title><content type='html'>you love them so much
you think of them so often
you see them, you look at them, you stare at them &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;dreamingly&lt;/span&gt;
you long for them
you only  wish they would do the same

you see them in your day to day &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;fantasies&lt;/span&gt;
you see them in your night to night visions
you dare the day they wont be no more
you are glad they were born
you only wish they would do the same
you only wish they would feel the same&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8389884873151587707-8311438822921548759?l=2007begin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2007begin.blogspot.com/feeds/8311438822921548759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8389884873151587707&amp;postID=8311438822921548759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389884873151587707/posts/default/8311438822921548759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389884873151587707/posts/default/8311438822921548759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2007begin.blogspot.com/2008/04/when-u-love-them.html' title='when u love them'/><author><name>pdii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10942344300611020293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C1XpPt2hOPg/TkETJmMg19I/AAAAAAAAAFM/rCBIZO7Rc9k/s220/dii.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389884873151587707.post-3364481437932825108</id><published>2008-03-29T13:47:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T13:53:54.152+02:00</updated><title type='text'>its not like yours</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;MY DAY &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ISN'T&lt;/span&gt; LIKE YOURS&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;MY NIGHTS &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ISN'T&lt;/span&gt; LIKE YOURS&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;MY EVENING  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ISN'T&lt;/span&gt; LIKE YOURS&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;MY DREAMS &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ISN'T&lt;/span&gt; LIKE YOURS&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;THEREFORE, WE ARE UNIQUE.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;MY JOB &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ISN'T&lt;/span&gt; LIKE YOURS&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;MY FRIEND &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ISN'T&lt;/span&gt; LIKE YOURS&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;MY WORLD &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ISN'T&lt;/span&gt; LIKE YOURS&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;MY LIFE &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ISN'T&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;LIKE&lt;/span&gt; YOURS&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;MY LOVE &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;ISN'T&lt;/span&gt; LIKE YOURS&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;THEREFORE, WE ARE UNIQUE&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;MY CAR &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;ISN'T&lt;/span&gt; LIKE YOURS&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;MY HOUSE &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;ISN'T&lt;/span&gt; LIKE YOURS&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;MY FOOD &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;ISN'T&lt;/span&gt; LIKE YOURS&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;MY DRINK &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;ISN'T&lt;/span&gt; LIKE YOURS&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;MY PET &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;ISN'T&lt;/span&gt; LIKE YOURS&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;MY BOYFRIEND &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;ISN'T&lt;/span&gt; LIKE YOURS&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;THEREFORE, WE ARE UNIQUE.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;MY BODY &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;ISN'T&lt;/span&gt; LIKE YOURS&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;MY SMILE &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;ISN'T&lt;/span&gt; LIKE YOURS&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;MY BED &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;ISN'T&lt;/span&gt; LIKE YOURS&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;MY CLOTH &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;ISN'T&lt;/span&gt; LIKE YOURS&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;MY HUSBAND &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;ISN'T&lt;/span&gt; LIKE YOURS&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;THEREFORE, WE ARE UNIQUE&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;MY PAST ISN'T LIKE YOURS&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;MY JOURNEY ISN'T LIKE YOURS&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;MY PATH ISNT LIKE YOURS&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;MY FUTURE ISNT LIKE YOURS&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;MY DAYS ARENT LIKE YOURS&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;MY NIGHTS ARENT LIKE YOURS&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;THEREFORE WE ARE UNIQUE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8389884873151587707-3364481437932825108?l=2007begin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2007begin.blogspot.com/feeds/3364481437932825108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8389884873151587707&amp;postID=3364481437932825108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389884873151587707/posts/default/3364481437932825108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389884873151587707/posts/default/3364481437932825108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2007begin.blogspot.com/2008/03/its-not-like-yours.html' title='its not like yours'/><author><name>pdii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10942344300611020293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C1XpPt2hOPg/TkETJmMg19I/AAAAAAAAAFM/rCBIZO7Rc9k/s220/dii.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389884873151587707.post-3631947207939299</id><published>2008-03-29T13:42:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T13:46:54.770+02:00</updated><title type='text'>on Easter</title><content type='html'>the peace and tranquility was more profound . the spiritual feelings more content and more fulfilling. i managed to look back and saw where i came from, i managed to look further where i am going. i managed to find myself in the past in the future. in my journey of paths, i bowed and asked for forgiveness. in the unfolding future that lies right ahead of me, i bow and ask for guidance and protection,

the personal connection is intent, as i seeked and found myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8389884873151587707-3631947207939299?l=2007begin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2007begin.blogspot.com/feeds/3631947207939299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8389884873151587707&amp;postID=3631947207939299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389884873151587707/posts/default/3631947207939299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389884873151587707/posts/default/3631947207939299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2007begin.blogspot.com/2008/03/on-easter.html' title='on Easter'/><author><name>pdii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10942344300611020293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C1XpPt2hOPg/TkETJmMg19I/AAAAAAAAAFM/rCBIZO7Rc9k/s220/dii.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389884873151587707.post-5100075063352108162</id><published>2008-03-29T13:38:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T13:41:41.978+02:00</updated><title type='text'>myself</title><content type='html'>i love my hair
the colour of my hair glimmers
i love my skin
the colour of my skin golden shines
i love my eyes
the colour of my eyes penetrate clear

i love my smile
genuine and innocently trusting
i love my legs
nice and velvet sexy

i love my lips
ruby red and soft

i love my voice
small and high pitched

i love my body
figure and reflection of the unsung naked truth
copy and representation of the ruler of heritage
the image in its most naked soul
the icon in its most unlived memories
i love this extraordinary body, myself&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8389884873151587707-5100075063352108162?l=2007begin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2007begin.blogspot.com/feeds/5100075063352108162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8389884873151587707&amp;postID=5100075063352108162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389884873151587707/posts/default/5100075063352108162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389884873151587707/posts/default/5100075063352108162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2007begin.blogspot.com/2008/03/myself.html' title='myself'/><author><name>pdii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10942344300611020293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C1XpPt2hOPg/TkETJmMg19I/AAAAAAAAAFM/rCBIZO7Rc9k/s220/dii.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389884873151587707.post-5280611696908372628</id><published>2008-03-29T13:29:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T13:38:32.962+02:00</updated><title type='text'>waiting is never easy</title><content type='html'>i am witng for you to love me not to love me not
i am waiting for the taxi to take me to my house not your house
i am waiting for the rain to cool my world not to heat it
i am waiting for the world to make some noice not to be silent
i am waiting for the sun to rise not to set
i am waiting for the knife to slice my cake not to butcher me
i am waiting for the priest to annouce myself as your wife
i am waiting for your pronounced feelings
i am waiting for you to make a mark of your growing love for me
waiting is never easy.

i am waiting for the train to bring my lover home
i am waiting for my tutor to bring my test results
i am waiting for the flight to my lover's town
i am waiting for the doctor to tell me if its a boy
i am waiting for the green light not red not amber
because all i want is to go
because there is no time to wait at the red and amber
waiting is never easy.

i am waiting for the phone to ring
i am waiting to hear your voice
i am waiting for the night not day, to see my love peacefully asleep
i am waiting for the day not night, to see my love wake up peacefully rested.
i am waiting for you to say the  i dos
i am waiting to hear you say your good nights
i am waiting to hear you say your good mornings
i am waiting to hear you say your thank yous
i am waiting to hear you say your i love yous
waiting is never easy.

i am waiting to hear you cry
i am waiting to hear our baby cry
i am waiting to feel our baby move
i am waiting to see our garden flower
i am waiting to hear the birds sing in our garden
i am waiting to hear thunder roar
i am waiting to watch the rain pour with you
i am waiting to watch the stars with you
i am waiting to watch the sky with you
waiting is never easy.

i am waiting to die
i am waiting to just go
i mean just that
waiting is never easy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8389884873151587707-5280611696908372628?l=2007begin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2007begin.blogspot.com/feeds/5280611696908372628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8389884873151587707&amp;postID=5280611696908372628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389884873151587707/posts/default/5280611696908372628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389884873151587707/posts/default/5280611696908372628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2007begin.blogspot.com/2008/03/waiting-is-never-easy.html' title='waiting is never easy'/><author><name>pdii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10942344300611020293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C1XpPt2hOPg/TkETJmMg19I/AAAAAAAAAFM/rCBIZO7Rc9k/s220/dii.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389884873151587707.post-6215747019670783047</id><published>2008-03-29T13:26:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T13:29:37.206+02:00</updated><title type='text'>age</title><content type='html'>in this year that i aged, i have some laughter.so u do have some and be joyous.
in this month that i aged, i have some love, so u do have some and glow.
give some love and courtesy
treat to some care, laughs and loves
share, listen and touch to feel
be glad you were born
be glad someone was born.

age with dignity, grow with wisdom and pride
live to the rest to be the best in the test
see the bigger picture
find the finner details of living
see the funnier details in everyday of your living.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8389884873151587707-6215747019670783047?l=2007begin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2007begin.blogspot.com/feeds/6215747019670783047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8389884873151587707&amp;postID=6215747019670783047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389884873151587707/posts/default/6215747019670783047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389884873151587707/posts/default/6215747019670783047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2007begin.blogspot.com/2008/03/age.html' title='age'/><author><name>pdii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10942344300611020293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C1XpPt2hOPg/TkETJmMg19I/AAAAAAAAAFM/rCBIZO7Rc9k/s220/dii.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389884873151587707.post-7196725592012481803</id><published>2008-03-29T13:22:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T13:26:19.525+02:00</updated><title type='text'>will u forget me</title><content type='html'>will u ever forget me
will u ever forget not myself our love
will u forget my hands on you
will u forget my eyes on you
will u forget my body onto yours
will u forget my smile on you
will u forget my arms around you
will u forget my voice
will u forget my breath on you
will u forget my whispers on your ears
will u forget our steamy nights
will u ever forget us?

will u ever forget the love i had for us
will u forget the life i u had for us
will u forget the moments of ourselves
wll u forget the tears we cried together
will u forget the means we had
will u forget the fights we had
will u forget the walks we had
will u forget the laughs and giggles we had
will u ever forget us?
will u ever, because i will never.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8389884873151587707-7196725592012481803?l=2007begin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2007begin.blogspot.com/feeds/7196725592012481803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8389884873151587707&amp;postID=7196725592012481803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389884873151587707/posts/default/7196725592012481803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389884873151587707/posts/default/7196725592012481803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2007begin.blogspot.com/2008/03/will-u-forget-me.html' title='will u forget me'/><author><name>pdii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10942344300611020293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C1XpPt2hOPg/TkETJmMg19I/AAAAAAAAAFM/rCBIZO7Rc9k/s220/dii.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389884873151587707.post-9053371776939568867</id><published>2008-03-29T13:19:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T13:22:38.428+02:00</updated><title type='text'>we feel</title><content type='html'>it is a beautiful expression
we feel the passion of romance
we feel the gentle touch of kindness
we feel the simple gaze of a smiling face
we feel the touch of a willing heart
we are lifted into a higher awarness of life

the years of ourl ives bring travel
the moments of our lives bring family and friends
the situations of our lives bring love and tradtion
the sunrises in our lives
the sunsets in our  lives
they bring unity and togetherness

opportunities to forgive
opportunities to share our gifts of life and love
times to share our stories together and personal experiences.
in love, friendship and loyalty shares.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8389884873151587707-9053371776939568867?l=2007begin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2007begin.blogspot.com/feeds/9053371776939568867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8389884873151587707&amp;postID=9053371776939568867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389884873151587707/posts/default/9053371776939568867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389884873151587707/posts/default/9053371776939568867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2007begin.blogspot.com/2008/03/we-feel.html' title='we feel'/><author><name>pdii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10942344300611020293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C1XpPt2hOPg/TkETJmMg19I/AAAAAAAAAFM/rCBIZO7Rc9k/s220/dii.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389884873151587707.post-2560027338253729795</id><published>2008-03-29T13:17:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T13:19:34.911+02:00</updated><title type='text'>strangers</title><content type='html'>love in the eyes of the strangers
life shared with strangers
insnt it much better?
isnt it much beautiful?

because those we know better
because those we think we know better
we think we love them enough to want to grow old with
but it is those who know us
it is those we know better
who let us down, badly.

love in the eyes of the strangers
life shared with a stranger
isnt it much better?
isnt it much beautiful?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8389884873151587707-2560027338253729795?l=2007begin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2007begin.blogspot.com/feeds/2560027338253729795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8389884873151587707&amp;postID=2560027338253729795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389884873151587707/posts/default/2560027338253729795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389884873151587707/posts/default/2560027338253729795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2007begin.blogspot.com/2008/03/strangers.html' title='strangers'/><author><name>pdii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10942344300611020293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C1XpPt2hOPg/TkETJmMg19I/AAAAAAAAAFM/rCBIZO7Rc9k/s220/dii.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389884873151587707.post-2840676755900546275</id><published>2008-03-29T13:14:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T13:17:09.820+02:00</updated><title type='text'>cry</title><content type='html'>we cry
we dance
we laugh, together

we whisper
we talk the language of the angels
we talk out loud
we laugh, together

we listen
we understand
we are moved by the loudest shout
we cry, we dance we laugh together

we light with fire
we glimmer with hope
we shine with love
we giggle
we smile
we laugh
we dance
we laugh together&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8389884873151587707-2840676755900546275?l=2007begin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2007begin.blogspot.com/feeds/2840676755900546275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8389884873151587707&amp;postID=2840676755900546275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389884873151587707/posts/default/2840676755900546275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389884873151587707/posts/default/2840676755900546275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2007begin.blogspot.com/2008/03/cry.html' title='cry'/><author><name>pdii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10942344300611020293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C1XpPt2hOPg/TkETJmMg19I/AAAAAAAAAFM/rCBIZO7Rc9k/s220/dii.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389884873151587707.post-669211920640734849</id><published>2008-01-21T19:59:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T20:15:19.592+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;January&lt;/span&gt; 20&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt;, that is yesterday. my journey of twenty eight years of being began. it is a journey of feeling. feeling so grown and up with responsibilities. feeling so mature and ripe with decisions. feeling aged with years of going and coming to.

age grounds, my journey of feeling grounded. age deepens, my feeling of deepening meaning of life. age enriches, my journey of enriched days and nights. age flattens, my over years of anguish and torture supplemented by growth and responsibility.

age opens minds, my mind opened yesterday. i began seeing things in a different way. i began feeling different. i began thinking ahead and mature and sensible. i began looking back and up ahead, i began making choices, rich ones.

age teaches, i am being taught as now, how to write this. i am being taught as now, how to read this. i am being taught as now how to be me as am. i am being taught how to live my own 28 years, the beginning of great achievements and rich memories. i am being taught to move on and let go. i am being taught to forgive, forget and learn. i am being taught to walk tall and humbly confident. i am being taught to swim to the coastline for survival. i am being taught to rock my own boat, of course with an aim and a captain as me.

age broadens minds, my life is being open as now, my world is open and rich with possibilities as now. my life is precious  and is being  filled with memories made each second of a minute. my lifeline depends on the one above as much.

grow, learn and move on as age ages you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8389884873151587707-669211920640734849?l=2007begin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2007begin.blogspot.com/feeds/669211920640734849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8389884873151587707&amp;postID=669211920640734849' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389884873151587707/posts/default/669211920640734849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389884873151587707/posts/default/669211920640734849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2007begin.blogspot.com/2008/01/january-20-th-sunday-that-is-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>pdii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10942344300611020293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C1XpPt2hOPg/TkETJmMg19I/AAAAAAAAAFM/rCBIZO7Rc9k/s220/dii.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389884873151587707.post-3417987909789259592</id><published>2008-01-21T19:52:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T19:59:18.791+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>in this life line, it is not about living, it is not about having some life
in this life line, it is not about hearing, it is about listening. it is not about listening its about understanding.
it is not about looking, it is about seeing.
get the picture right. get the word right. get things straight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8389884873151587707-3417987909789259592?l=2007begin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2007begin.blogspot.com/feeds/3417987909789259592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8389884873151587707&amp;postID=3417987909789259592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389884873151587707/posts/default/3417987909789259592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389884873151587707/posts/default/3417987909789259592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2007begin.blogspot.com/2008/01/in-this-life-line-it-is-not-about.html' title=''/><author><name>pdii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10942344300611020293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C1XpPt2hOPg/TkETJmMg19I/AAAAAAAAAFM/rCBIZO7Rc9k/s220/dii.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389884873151587707.post-3825497267346727792</id><published>2008-01-15T18:07:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T18:10:16.968+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>treasure hunt for the diamond in between
hunt for the jewel sea under
hunt for the treasure  in the jungle

as we slipper and brush together
as we feel it with our fingers slippery
the eel and jewel sea under

diamond in between
treasure sea under
the jungle
search till you find it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8389884873151587707-3825497267346727792?l=2007begin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2007begin.blogspot.com/feeds/3825497267346727792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8389884873151587707&amp;postID=3825497267346727792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389884873151587707/posts/default/3825497267346727792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389884873151587707/posts/default/3825497267346727792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2007begin.blogspot.com/2008/01/treasure-hunt-for-diamond-in-between.html' title=''/><author><name>pdii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10942344300611020293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C1XpPt2hOPg/TkETJmMg19I/AAAAAAAAAFM/rCBIZO7Rc9k/s220/dii.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389884873151587707.post-4836350092149937133</id><published>2008-01-15T18:05:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T19:52:35.725+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what have i done
what is the silence for
silence tourtures
anguish of the heart
anguish of the mind

silence speaks loud
silent shout of the heart
silent screams of the mind
what have i done.

i think of  you though
i love you though
i miss you still....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8389884873151587707-4836350092149937133?l=2007begin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2007begin.blogspot.com/feeds/4836350092149937133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8389884873151587707&amp;postID=4836350092149937133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389884873151587707/posts/default/4836350092149937133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389884873151587707/posts/default/4836350092149937133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2007begin.blogspot.com/2008/01/what-have-i-done-what-is-silence-for.html' title=''/><author><name>pdii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10942344300611020293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C1XpPt2hOPg/TkETJmMg19I/AAAAAAAAAFM/rCBIZO7Rc9k/s220/dii.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389884873151587707.post-547730289092856506</id><published>2008-01-15T17:57:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T20:18:59.085+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>on this day that we sit
on this day that we are
on this day that we pray
on this day that we fall
on this day that we feel
on this day that we think
on this day as  we love as much
the one above, our creator looks &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;upon us&lt;/span&gt;
grants us our wish...

on this day as we lie
on this day as we sin
on this day as we hurt
on this day as we cry
on this day as we laugh
on this day as we meet
the one above, our creator avoids temptations coming our way
the one above,our creator washes us
the one above, our creator loves us unconditional
the one above, our creator keeps us safe and grounded till we meet again...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8389884873151587707-547730289092856506?l=2007begin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2007begin.blogspot.com/feeds/547730289092856506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8389884873151587707&amp;postID=547730289092856506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389884873151587707/posts/default/547730289092856506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389884873151587707/posts/default/547730289092856506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2007begin.blogspot.com/2008/01/on-this-day-that-we-sit-on-this-day.html' title=''/><author><name>pdii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10942344300611020293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C1XpPt2hOPg/TkETJmMg19I/AAAAAAAAAFM/rCBIZO7Rc9k/s220/dii.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389884873151587707.post-5274491166734663834</id><published>2008-01-12T16:34:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T16:42:29.473+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what is this i feel. i am exhausted and tired.
i think i hardly feel
i am hurting and painful.
i think i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hardly&lt;/span&gt; love.
what is this i feel.

i gave up because i think i could hardly feel
i think i could hardly imagine
i think i could hardly connect
i think i could hardly feel the sensual pull of love

until you came along. now i want to know
what is this i feel.
it is strange but free to recognise
it is strange but free to reconnect
it is strange what i feel.
it is strange but i find the texture of it connecting us
invisibly touched emotions.
what is this i feel
it is strange but something real and not imagined

it is strange but affects out lives
our little reactions and actions.
us who met and felt the pull of the evolution
felt the I in you, the YOU in i&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8389884873151587707-5274491166734663834?l=2007begin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2007begin.blogspot.com/feeds/5274491166734663834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8389884873151587707&amp;postID=5274491166734663834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389884873151587707/posts/default/5274491166734663834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389884873151587707/posts/default/5274491166734663834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2007begin.blogspot.com/2008/01/what-is-this-i-feel.html' title=''/><author><name>pdii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10942344300611020293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C1XpPt2hOPg/TkETJmMg19I/AAAAAAAAAFM/rCBIZO7Rc9k/s220/dii.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389884873151587707.post-2540434228430170829</id><published>2008-01-12T15:54:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T16:00:44.607+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wish to walk the streets and the hills
wish to whisper and talk the language of the angels
wish to see the little birds
wish to imagine and dream

wish to wake and sleep
wish to entertain and write
wish to take part of you
wish to want whole of you
wish to myself something real

wish to find things &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;familiar&lt;/span&gt;
wish to feel love familiar
wish &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;comfort&lt;/span&gt; your soul
wish to support our confidence
&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;wish&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt; reconstruct our pride
as we fall

wish to be strong and understand
wish to hold your hands and glow inside
as we bond

i wish to love you as much&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8389884873151587707-2540434228430170829?l=2007begin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2007begin.blogspot.com/feeds/2540434228430170829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8389884873151587707&amp;postID=2540434228430170829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389884873151587707/posts/default/2540434228430170829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389884873151587707/posts/default/2540434228430170829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2007begin.blogspot.com/2008/01/wish-to-walk-streets-and-hills-wish-to.html' title=''/><author><name>pdii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10942344300611020293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C1XpPt2hOPg/TkETJmMg19I/AAAAAAAAAFM/rCBIZO7Rc9k/s220/dii.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389884873151587707.post-1261408468326228571</id><published>2008-01-12T15:42:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T15:53:25.738+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am waiting for the rope to ring my neck. i am waiting for the ring to band my finger. i am waiting for the circle to round my life. i am waiting for the butcher to slice my life. i am waiting for the chef to spice me up. i am waiting for the instrument to ring and make some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;noise&lt;/span&gt;. i am waiting for the moment to man my life. i am waiting for the moment to end my life. i am waiting for my role to run my life. i am waiting for my lover to love me more. i am waiting for the cord to string my connections. i am waiting for you to network me up.

waiting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;isn't&lt;/span&gt; easy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8389884873151587707-1261408468326228571?l=2007begin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2007begin.blogspot.com/feeds/1261408468326228571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8389884873151587707&amp;postID=1261408468326228571' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389884873151587707/posts/default/1261408468326228571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389884873151587707/posts/default/1261408468326228571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2007begin.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-am-waiting-for-rope-to-ring-my-neck.html' title=''/><author><name>pdii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10942344300611020293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C1XpPt2hOPg/TkETJmMg19I/AAAAAAAAAFM/rCBIZO7Rc9k/s220/dii.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389884873151587707.post-8878869186366257352</id><published>2008-01-12T15:01:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T15:22:33.517+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the festive season has ended now, and i hope everybody enjoyed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;themselves&lt;/span&gt;. i hope everybody managed to look back into 07 sighed with lots of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;variety&lt;/span&gt;. i know the stars twinkled as it guided the wise men manifested in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;everybody's&lt;/span&gt; life and helped them break new grounds in 08.
i had gone home 712km away from the main city of Botswana, Gaborone where at the moment i am trading my skills and experience. home was great, i was with mama, and my siblings. i arrived on the 23rd and the following day, on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;christmass&lt;/span&gt; eve i cooked them as a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;christmass&lt;/span&gt; present, a nice sweet and juicy meal. i love cooking, so i had a good time, come &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Christmas's&lt;/span&gt; day, i was home alone the whole day, with my mom and the rest of the family gone out. it was that time that i really needed to be alone, that time again to pray and reflect on the journey i have had...
&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;that time again, that moment of a year, a great one in our lives.it was that time again for those lucky one like me and you. those unlucky like myself &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;yourself&lt;/span&gt;. when the pages of a book are all turned to the left. when moments of time are all behind us. when all we had was memories...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;that time again to say our goodbyes. to say our i love yous. to say our i am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;sorrys&lt;/span&gt;. to say our thank yous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;that time again to let go. to grow and nurture. to be warm and welcoming. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;that time again to be, and just to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you. us. ourselves with our loving families.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;in love friendship and trust shared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;let us pray. let us give.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i came back to my life in the city on Boxing Day and the following day back to work as normal until new year's eve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and for that i hope you had a wonderful time too. keep well and enjoy 08.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8389884873151587707-8878869186366257352?l=2007begin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2007begin.blogspot.com/feeds/8878869186366257352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8389884873151587707&amp;postID=8878869186366257352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389884873151587707/posts/default/8878869186366257352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389884873151587707/posts/default/8878869186366257352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2007begin.blogspot.com/2008/01/festive-season-has-ended-now-and-i-hope.html' title=''/><author><name>pdii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10942344300611020293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C1XpPt2hOPg/TkETJmMg19I/AAAAAAAAAFM/rCBIZO7Rc9k/s220/dii.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389884873151587707.post-5857322468185968906</id><published>2008-01-12T14:39:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T15:01:17.976+02:00</updated><title type='text'>to be and to know</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;it is an awesome time.it is true, in that awesome time everything felt like a lifetime of knowing and being. in reality, it is the time spent together, a wonderful time. it is a time of falling in love once again and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;they are moments of happiness. moments of opening hearts and lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;joyous moments of opening eyes and arms to each other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;terrific times and moments of knowing and being&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;times to open and close arms and legs, locking inside the beauty of knowing and being in love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;these are the best moments. out of this world, times of knowing and being.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;these are the greatest feelings, breath-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ta kingly&lt;/span&gt; superb one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;no words yet to say. no lyrics yet to sing. no sound yet make. no words yet to write and tell as is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;not in this world, not in this lifetime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;it is that time, that moment to be, to know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;in reality, it is sweet. it is beautiful, the smell, the touch and the beauty of it all is remarkable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;times to bond and to remain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;times to please and experience the kind hearted, the free spirited.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;to let go let it be and let it be known.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;let the world open and soar, be free and give in, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;to know and to be as is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;to have and to hold. to make and to do. to moan and to cry with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ecstasy&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;to enjoy and to have it all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;it is honestly having it all, the way like never, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;it is honestly giving it all, that much from all angels like never,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;it is honestly feeling as is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;it is the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;occasion&lt;/span&gt; you want to attend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;it is the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;occasion&lt;/span&gt; you would hate to leave behind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;occasion&lt;/span&gt; you would not want it to finish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;it is like reading a fairy tale book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;it is like nothing ever known&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;to be and to know love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8389884873151587707-5857322468185968906?l=2007begin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2007begin.blogspot.com/feeds/5857322468185968906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8389884873151587707&amp;postID=5857322468185968906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389884873151587707/posts/default/5857322468185968906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389884873151587707/posts/default/5857322468185968906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2007begin.blogspot.com/2008/01/to-be-and-to-know.html' title='to be and to know'/><author><name>pdii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10942344300611020293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C1XpPt2hOPg/TkETJmMg19I/AAAAAAAAAFM/rCBIZO7Rc9k/s220/dii.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389884873151587707.post-3517835840115622268</id><published>2007-12-11T17:38:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T17:46:17.157+02:00</updated><title type='text'>what u make me</title><content type='html'>you make me want to cry,
cry not of pain and hurt
cry of love and lovesick

you make me want to kiss u
kiss not of goodbye and death
kiss of affection and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;-struck

you make me smile
genuine one not of fakes
you make me believe
believe it is love i we feel
that i we see as pure and true

you make me feel love
love from my heart and within
because you loved me that much from afar and beyond
it is not easy my love
it is awesome my love
loving from all corners and angles i we deserve
just like waiting, it is not easy
what makes it easy is having so much in common and that is being in love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8389884873151587707-3517835840115622268?l=2007begin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2007begin.blogspot.com/feeds/3517835840115622268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8389884873151587707&amp;postID=3517835840115622268' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389884873151587707/posts/default/3517835840115622268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389884873151587707/posts/default/3517835840115622268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2007begin.blogspot.com/2007/12/what-u-make-me.html' title='what u make me'/><author><name>pdii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10942344300611020293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C1XpPt2hOPg/TkETJmMg19I/AAAAAAAAAFM/rCBIZO7Rc9k/s220/dii.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389884873151587707.post-2924966021411178500</id><published>2007-12-08T13:29:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T13:41:06.866+02:00</updated><title type='text'>i thank him</title><content type='html'>i thank him
everything was possible for me because he made it so.
in the past year, this year, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;strength&lt;/span&gt; i had to overcome my old fears, my disappointments and my downfalls.

&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt; he provided for, i am so grateful.

i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;honour&lt;/span&gt; him.
i would not be as am, looking back my mistakes,
because with him nothing is impossible, so he made it so.
i am thankful, for my turnaround life. for my safety and this chance.
for this job which i declare to be rightfully mine.
for my precious life.
for loving people in my life, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;precious&lt;/span&gt; people he gave me.

i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;acknowledge&lt;/span&gt; him
he is my father , therefore i am washed and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;cleansed&lt;/span&gt;.
therefore i am reconstructed.
i call to him
to lift  me up higher, to bless me more as i am ready to serve him
to give me more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;strength&lt;/span&gt;
to protect me more  to stand strong
to hold me so i wont fall back
to be on my own for my own, with him.

i ask him
to provide far much more and above my expectations
to forgive me for the wrong i did and i do everyday as i hurt and sin unaware.
i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;receive&lt;/span&gt; his forgiveness
i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;receive&lt;/span&gt; his mercy
i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;receive&lt;/span&gt; his blessings.
his love is unmeasurable, its immense
his anointing is soothing.
i can feel it in my heart.

he keeps looking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;upon&lt;/span&gt; me,
watching over me so that i never &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;walk&lt;/span&gt; on condemnation again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8389884873151587707-2924966021411178500?l=2007begin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2007begin.blogspot.com/feeds/2924966021411178500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8389884873151587707&amp;postID=2924966021411178500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389884873151587707/posts/default/2924966021411178500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389884873151587707/posts/default/2924966021411178500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2007begin.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-thank-him.html' title='i thank him'/><author><name>pdii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10942344300611020293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C1XpPt2hOPg/TkETJmMg19I/AAAAAAAAAFM/rCBIZO7Rc9k/s220/dii.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389884873151587707.post-1153858101097559070</id><published>2007-12-08T13:22:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T16:04:56.268+02:00</updated><title type='text'>they should</title><content type='html'>grown ups should be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;able&lt;/span&gt; to control themselves, their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;emotions&lt;/span&gt;, temper temptation and manage to compose themselves. because they have the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;acumen&lt;/span&gt; to see between light and dark, their lives are controlled by their impulse, they should differ in reason, thought and deed, because they are able to see between correct and wrong.
they tell the young everything and as a kid you would believe what they tell you.
they say one thing and do another
they should be able to lead because they are able to read and write
because they are able to know between reality fact and myth
they are able to differ between bad good and dangerous
because they are able to know the truth
to differ &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;between&lt;/span&gt; evil and holy
they have the strength to make wise &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;decisions&lt;/span&gt;
they should nurture the young because they are able to safe
they should safe the world because they can &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;differentiate&lt;/span&gt; between safety and poison...
they should lead not mislead
they should, they should.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8389884873151587707-1153858101097559070?l=2007begin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2007begin.blogspot.com/feeds/1153858101097559070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8389884873151587707&amp;postID=1153858101097559070' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389884873151587707/posts/default/1153858101097559070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389884873151587707/posts/default/1153858101097559070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2007begin.blogspot.com/2007/12/grown-ups-should-be-able-to-control.html' title='they should'/><author><name>pdii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10942344300611020293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C1XpPt2hOPg/TkETJmMg19I/AAAAAAAAAFM/rCBIZO7Rc9k/s220/dii.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389884873151587707.post-4985739306587618894</id><published>2007-12-08T13:12:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T13:21:51.612+02:00</updated><title type='text'>us</title><content type='html'>me and you together,
you and i as one,
bonding, melting together
making love so hot like the sun

as we touch, i want to explode
to be closer i want to implode
fuse and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;mlt&lt;/span&gt; like iron to steel
we submit to the strong will.

as we feel, we open and soar
w be free and let everything
we moan and yell in ecstasy

as we peak, my heart lies in yours
my soul loves only you
my heart beats only for u
my mind forever &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;far way&lt;/span&gt;
into the dreamland of paradise in love and ecstasy shared.

as we dream, respect for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;each&lt;/span&gt; other
worship each others words, wishes and dreams
as we lie, accept each others shortcomings
help each other grow and learn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8389884873151587707-4985739306587618894?l=2007begin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2007begin.blogspot.com/feeds/4985739306587618894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8389884873151587707&amp;postID=4985739306587618894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389884873151587707/posts/default/4985739306587618894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389884873151587707/posts/default/4985739306587618894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2007begin.blogspot.com/2007/12/us.html' title='us'/><author><name>pdii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10942344300611020293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C1XpPt2hOPg/TkETJmMg19I/AAAAAAAAAFM/rCBIZO7Rc9k/s220/dii.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389884873151587707.post-2562380766330459832</id><published>2007-11-29T18:51:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T18:57:46.409+02:00</updated><title type='text'>she is</title><content type='html'>the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Divine&lt;/span&gt; queen of heritage
rejoicing in your own &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sovereign&lt;/span&gt;.
returning to life after a complete journey
returning to reclaim your throne
returning to resettle  in your castle
the queen of dreaming space
the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Divine&lt;/span&gt; one,

rise up higher and reclaim your heritage
clutch to the bright material
let there be peace
let it begin with you
the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Devine &lt;/span&gt;one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8389884873151587707-2562380766330459832?l=2007begin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2007begin.blogspot.com/feeds/2562380766330459832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8389884873151587707&amp;postID=2562380766330459832' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389884873151587707/posts/default/2562380766330459832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389884873151587707/posts/default/2562380766330459832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2007begin.blogspot.com/2007/11/she-is.html' title='she is'/><author><name>pdii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10942344300611020293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C1XpPt2hOPg/TkETJmMg19I/AAAAAAAAAFM/rCBIZO7Rc9k/s220/dii.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389884873151587707.post-4829047195937478144</id><published>2007-11-29T18:43:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T18:51:30.218+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>love grounds. it has grounded me in an amazing way. how is it possible to love somebody, how is it like to want to be with somebody. and that somebody is nowhere. that somebody is nobody. that somebody is just an existing image in your heart. and you know they are out there.

so, you are trying to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;patient&lt;/span&gt;. and you become so grounded and remain dreaming. but dreams do come live.

you pray they stamp their signature of their love in your heart. for you to know of their pronounced love for you, to give you all they have and all that you have is wholeheartedly growing with them in love and friendship &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;unmeasurable&lt;/span&gt;.

and you know in your heart they are more than any ordinary people. you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; only know them from dreams, you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; only know them from written text, you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; only know them from fantasies, you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; only know them.... and that you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; only know them.... and by that i mean just that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8389884873151587707-4829047195937478144?l=2007begin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2007begin.blogspot.com/feeds/4829047195937478144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8389884873151587707&amp;postID=4829047195937478144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389884873151587707/posts/default/4829047195937478144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389884873151587707/posts/default/4829047195937478144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2007begin.blogspot.com/2007/11/love-grounds.html' title=''/><author><name>pdii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10942344300611020293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C1XpPt2hOPg/TkETJmMg19I/AAAAAAAAAFM/rCBIZO7Rc9k/s220/dii.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389884873151587707.post-4937642407464444593</id><published>2007-11-29T18:41:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T18:42:57.718+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>in my heart i forgive you
im my mind you are frequent, my memory is full of you

you shall see me around and you will wonder where you saw such beauty&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8389884873151587707-4937642407464444593?l=2007begin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2007begin.blogspot.com/feeds/4937642407464444593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8389884873151587707&amp;postID=4937642407464444593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389884873151587707/posts/default/4937642407464444593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389884873151587707/posts/default/4937642407464444593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2007begin.blogspot.com/2007/11/in-my-heart-i-forgive-you-im-my-mind.html' title=''/><author><name>pdii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10942344300611020293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C1XpPt2hOPg/TkETJmMg19I/AAAAAAAAAFM/rCBIZO7Rc9k/s220/dii.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389884873151587707.post-8328998310204017452</id><published>2007-11-29T18:31:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T18:41:29.114+02:00</updated><title type='text'>yesterday wasnt good</title><content type='html'>yesterday i tried to talk but the talk &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;couldnt&lt;/span&gt; be talked. i fumbled with words and jabbered around aloud.
yesterday i badly wanted to cry but the cry &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;couldnt&lt;/span&gt; be cried. i closed my eyes tightly because my tear glands hurt badly, the tears sting painfully at my eyes. i massaged my nerves in my forehead trying to squeeze out these salty waters of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Babylon&lt;/span&gt; but the river &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; usually so overflowing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;everytime&lt;/span&gt; there is some emotions of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;anykind&lt;/span&gt;, was at this point dry and empty, and was so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;painfull&lt;/span&gt;.

yesterday i tried to cry but the cry &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;couldnt&lt;/span&gt; come out, my head started aching, i guess it was also dry and helpless with thoughts and ideas, it had ran out of thoughts.
yesterday i badly needed a warm hug, that could squeeze tightly out the tense loaded weight.

so, i quietly said a silent prayer and slept like a little girl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8389884873151587707-8328998310204017452?l=2007begin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2007begin.blogspot.com/feeds/8328998310204017452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8389884873151587707&amp;postID=8328998310204017452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389884873151587707/posts/default/8328998310204017452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389884873151587707/posts/default/8328998310204017452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2007begin.blogspot.com/2007/11/yesterday-wasnt-good_29.html' title='yesterday wasnt good'/><author><name>pdii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10942344300611020293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C1XpPt2hOPg/TkETJmMg19I/AAAAAAAAAFM/rCBIZO7Rc9k/s220/dii.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389884873151587707.post-4974575757086996976</id><published>2007-11-29T18:31:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T18:34:17.795+02:00</updated><title type='text'>yesterday wasnt good</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8389884873151587707-4974575757086996976?l=2007begin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2007begin.blogspot.com/feeds/4974575757086996976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8389884873151587707&amp;postID=4974575757086996976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389884873151587707/posts/default/4974575757086996976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389884873151587707/posts/default/4974575757086996976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2007begin.blogspot.com/2007/11/yesterday-wasnt-good.html' title='yesterday wasnt good'/><author><name>pdii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10942344300611020293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C1XpPt2hOPg/TkETJmMg19I/AAAAAAAAAFM/rCBIZO7Rc9k/s220/dii.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389884873151587707.post-5359283771431002364</id><published>2007-11-15T17:23:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T17:28:57.193+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sheloves everything life gives her
to connect with every little thing life throws at her

she gets hurt everyday...
she fogives everybody...
she learns everyday.

she is able to move on,
she accepts herself,
she is able to love herself and her fabolous body

she is able to enjoy.
the crown queen.
shine on&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8389884873151587707-5359283771431002364?l=2007begin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2007begin.blogspot.com/feeds/5359283771431002364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8389884873151587707&amp;postID=5359283771431002364' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389884873151587707/posts/default/5359283771431002364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389884873151587707/posts/default/5359283771431002364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2007begin.blogspot.com/2007/11/sheloves-everything-life-gives-her-to.html' title=''/><author><name>pdii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10942344300611020293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C1XpPt2hOPg/TkETJmMg19I/AAAAAAAAAFM/rCBIZO7Rc9k/s220/dii.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389884873151587707.post-210906285579974550</id><published>2007-11-13T17:53:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T17:56:30.150+02:00</updated><title type='text'>i am sorry</title><content type='html'>i am so injured
i am an injured bird
i have a broken wing
am i welcome into your nest?

i am so broken
i have a broken limb
am i welcome into your house?

i am so hurting
i have a sore heart
am i welcome into your life?

i am so angry
i have knots of anger in my heart
i have emotions of anger in my soul
i cannot bring it into your life

i am so heavy
i am full with emotions and feelings
i cannot bring my luggage into your house
i cannot burden you with my weight

i am so sorry, i am sorry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8389884873151587707-210906285579974550?l=2007begin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2007begin.blogspot.com/feeds/210906285579974550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8389884873151587707&amp;postID=210906285579974550' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389884873151587707/posts/default/210906285579974550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389884873151587707/posts/default/210906285579974550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2007begin.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-am-sorry.html' title='i am sorry'/><author><name>pdii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10942344300611020293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C1XpPt2hOPg/TkETJmMg19I/AAAAAAAAAFM/rCBIZO7Rc9k/s220/dii.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389884873151587707.post-7431559562899981293</id><published>2007-11-13T17:46:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T17:49:54.921+02:00</updated><title type='text'>i feel</title><content type='html'>the landscape is immense and open
the sky is gigantic
the air is fresh and lungfuls are worthy
the space  i feel
the light i feel
and i see
i love it.

it is a huge machine
i feel small in it
it fills my heart, my airway
the space i feel
the light i feel,
and i see
i love it

it is a small world
i feel big, it fills my life with possibilities
i feel love, it fills my heart with promises
the smiles i see
the faces of people i meet
and i see.
i love it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8389884873151587707-7431559562899981293?l=2007begin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2007begin.blogspot.com/feeds/7431559562899981293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8389884873151587707&amp;postID=7431559562899981293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389884873151587707/posts/default/7431559562899981293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389884873151587707/posts/default/7431559562899981293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2007begin.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-feel.html' title='i feel'/><author><name>pdii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10942344300611020293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C1XpPt2hOPg/TkETJmMg19I/AAAAAAAAAFM/rCBIZO7Rc9k/s220/dii.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389884873151587707.post-1558656039887666903</id><published>2007-10-29T12:18:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T12:22:08.289+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>in our imaginary stories, with our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;imaginative&lt;/span&gt; languages
we see different worlds.
we live our own different lives
we survive by our own different images
in our own different minds, we see different views.

you see total different styles, you view total different phases
you sing total different songs and lyrics
we read different stanzas of our own poetry
in our own different minds, different lives...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8389884873151587707-1558656039887666903?l=2007begin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2007begin.blogspot.com/feeds/1558656039887666903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8389884873151587707&amp;postID=1558656039887666903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389884873151587707/posts/default/1558656039887666903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389884873151587707/posts/default/1558656039887666903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2007begin.blogspot.com/2007/10/in-our-imaginary-stories-with-our.html' title=''/><author><name>pdii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10942344300611020293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C1XpPt2hOPg/TkETJmMg19I/AAAAAAAAAFM/rCBIZO7Rc9k/s220/dii.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389884873151587707.post-7204533247257082680</id><published>2007-10-29T12:12:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T12:17:56.559+02:00</updated><title type='text'>be free at heart</title><content type='html'>be free and fearless, be free and kindred spirited
free and light hearted.
take light on living
living will be lighter on you

free and fearless
allow yourself the luxury of hope and hoping
it is all we have got
we break down completely, with hope gone

be free and fearless
do not shy away, breakthrough that thicket
earn your place, and own some ground
extract the most hidden secrets
extract the most intimate scents of your secrets
explore them, feel them, and live them
be free at heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8389884873151587707-7204533247257082680?l=2007begin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2007begin.blogspot.com/feeds/7204533247257082680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8389884873151587707&amp;postID=7204533247257082680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389884873151587707/posts/default/7204533247257082680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389884873151587707/posts/default/7204533247257082680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2007begin.blogspot.com/2007/10/be-free-at-heart.html' title='be free at heart'/><author><name>pdii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10942344300611020293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C1XpPt2hOPg/TkETJmMg19I/AAAAAAAAAFM/rCBIZO7Rc9k/s220/dii.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389884873151587707.post-6522142409613472407</id><published>2007-10-21T20:42:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T20:47:37.141+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wth my lamplight
by the anthill
i am like one-egged twins, inseparable

with my lamplight i see the anteater

in the moonlight
i gather berries on the hill
sometimes, on the edge of the pond
white ducks waddle towards me

in the moonlight
with my lamplight
you see dimpled cheeks
i am like  one-egged twins,inseparable

with my lamplight, i see my shadow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8389884873151587707-6522142409613472407?l=2007begin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2007begin.blogspot.com/feeds/6522142409613472407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8389884873151587707&amp;postID=6522142409613472407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389884873151587707/posts/default/6522142409613472407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389884873151587707/posts/default/6522142409613472407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2007begin.blogspot.com/2007/10/wth-my-lamplight-by-anthill-i-am-like.html' title=''/><author><name>pdii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10942344300611020293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C1XpPt2hOPg/TkETJmMg19I/AAAAAAAAAFM/rCBIZO7Rc9k/s220/dii.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389884873151587707.post-1876141863568077359</id><published>2007-10-21T20:38:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T12:11:25.978+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>she has the song in her mind still
the song is her life
her wholesome life is in the song

you see the lyrics in her eyes
&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;pina&lt;/span&gt; ya &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;botshelo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;jwa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;gagwe&lt;/span&gt; e &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;matlhong&lt;/span&gt;

look at her eyes
sparkling jewel-like eyes
sing the lyrics
listen to her baby-soft-like voice
flow with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;rhythm&lt;/span&gt;
and dance to the tune
&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;pina&lt;/span&gt; ya &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;botshelo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;jwa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;gagwe&lt;/span&gt; e &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;matlhong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8389884873151587707-1876141863568077359?l=2007begin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2007begin.blogspot.com/feeds/1876141863568077359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8389884873151587707&amp;postID=1876141863568077359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389884873151587707/posts/default/1876141863568077359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389884873151587707/posts/default/1876141863568077359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2007begin.blogspot.com/2007/10/she-has-in-her-mind-still-song-is-her.html' title=''/><author><name>pdii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10942344300611020293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C1XpPt2hOPg/TkETJmMg19I/AAAAAAAAAFM/rCBIZO7Rc9k/s220/dii.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389884873151587707.post-395041546142585412</id><published>2007-10-12T09:44:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T12:28:42.890+02:00</updated><title type='text'>by the fires</title><content type='html'>settling here from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;wayback&lt;/span&gt; afar,setting up living from times of york
these are the people, our forefathers.
foretelling the future, making history, the past as per generation.
our past propel us into twenty sixteen
and our culture define us
as we are here now, by the fires.

reliving the past as per told by forefathers
retelling the past as per lived per taught by forefathers
in such a rythm, as such tales and stories handed down by word of mouth from generation to generation
as we are here now, by the fires.

history in making, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;every minute&lt;/span&gt;.
every people make history, their own in their own type in their own time
by their own way...
as we are here now, by the fires

he is making his own, it will be told and retold in the time
when he will not be,when the time comes and he will not be
he is eating in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;kgotlas&lt;/span&gt; main with the old and the young
as we are here now, by the fires
retelling the stories of the past
reliving the moments of the past
making his own his type of story in time...

our past &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;propel&lt;/span&gt; us into twenty sixteen
our culture &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;define&lt;/span&gt; us

each story told. each moment lived
each step to the future. each moment in time ahead twenty sixteen
as we look brighter for tomorrow with our past

a nation with no past is a dead one
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;like -father- like - son&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8389884873151587707-395041546142585412?l=2007begin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2007begin.blogspot.com/feeds/395041546142585412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8389884873151587707&amp;postID=395041546142585412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389884873151587707/posts/default/395041546142585412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389884873151587707/posts/default/395041546142585412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2007begin.blogspot.com/2007/10/by-fires.html' title='by the fires'/><author><name>pdii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10942344300611020293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C1XpPt2hOPg/TkETJmMg19I/AAAAAAAAAFM/rCBIZO7Rc9k/s220/dii.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389884873151587707.post-2270914848813010121</id><published>2007-10-04T10:49:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T10:58:43.869+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the hill is steeply high, it is rising up and up and seems never to stop rising. i follow it with my eyes, my tired looking eyes that seem not to reach the top. and the top looks so distant and blue with smoke, the top penetrates into the vast sky...

so i do not look up uhead, i look at the sides, i look at the shrubs alongside me. these small bushes seem to go on and on. they seem to never stop growing, they seem to never stop going...its a long way.

so, as i brush past them, my tired good looking legs...they seem not to take it anymore. the weight, the steep and gravity...

as i brush past the shrubbery, it is my source of motivation, as i brush past them i feel a source of awakening spirit
you can do it babe
yes you can reach to the peak
keep moving...

i am urged to go on
to never stop rising up and up
so the top is not steep high anymre
it looks so nearer and closer... so clear

rise up babe...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8389884873151587707-2270914848813010121?l=2007begin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2007begin.blogspot.com/feeds/2270914848813010121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8389884873151587707&amp;postID=2270914848813010121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389884873151587707/posts/default/2270914848813010121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8389884873151587707/posts/default/2270914848813010121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2007begin.blogspot.com/2007/10/hill-is-steeply-high-it-is-rising-up_04.html' title=''/><author><name>pdii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10942344300611020293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C1XpPt2hOPg/TkETJmMg19I/AAAAAAAAAFM/rCBIZO7Rc9k/s220/dii.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
