Feb 28, 2009

what is truth


what is truth, originally uploaded by rgmu11.

Saying "this is..." is only true for now-right now.This moment.There's no certaintey that in the next moment that which was will still be.But never let that be cause for hesitation in stating what is your truth with passion and certainty.Real truth only exists in the instant-some truths are many instants old;some,but one.One unspoken,never was.

from Promises to Keep

Feb 21, 2009

The essence of me matters


" When all is said and done, I wrote that night, it doesn't really matter what I do with my life. There's no lingering substance to it, no lasting value, nothing of any import which can be left behind, and apart from being at ease with the process there's nothing more to be done. It doesn't seem to matter where I am or what I do--- nothing changes the essence of me, or of life. Existence is totally indifferent to my coming, my doing and my going. "

from Promises to Keep,Jesse Brampton

Feb 16, 2009

Wendy and Doudou



My colleague Wendy and her dog which has four ears

Gail

Autumn ends,

Story goes on,

Where will the wind leave me,

to be a fallen leaf...

Feb 10, 2009

Slow Dance

SLOW DANCE 

Have you ever watched kids 
On a merry-go-round? 
Or listened to the rain 
Slapping on the ground? 

Ever followed a butterfly's erratic flight? 
Or gazed at the sun into the fading night? 

You better slow down.. 
Don't dance so fast. 
Time is short. 
The music won't last. 

Do you run through each day 
On the fly? 
When you ask How are you? 
Do you hear the reply? 

When the day is done 
Do you lie in your bed 
With the next hundred chores 
Running through your head? 

You'd better slow down 
Don't dance so fast. 
Time is short. 
The music won't last.. 

Ever told your child, 
We'll do it tomorrow? 
And in your haste, 
Not see his sorrow? 

Ever lost touch, 
Let a good friendship die 
Cause you never had time 
To call and say,'Hi' 

You'd better slow down. 
Don't dance so fast. 
Time is short. 
The music won't last. 

When you run so fast to get somewhere 
You miss half the fun of getting there. 
When you worry and hurry through your day, 
It is like an unopened gift.... 

Thrown away. 
Life is not a race. 
Do take it slower 
Hear the music 
Before the song is over.