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The Real Meaning of Peace
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09/19/06
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There once was a king who offered a prize to the artist who would paint the best picture of peace. Many artists tried. The king looked at all the pictures. But there were only two he really liked, and he had to choose between them. One picture was of a calm lake. The lake was a perfect mirror for peaceful towering mountains all around it. Overhead was a blue sky with fluffy white clouds. All who saw this picture thought that it was a perfect picture of peace.
The other picture had mountains, too. But these were rugged and bare. Above was an angry sky, from which rain fell and in which lightning played. Down the side of the mountain tumbled a foaming waterfall. This did not look peaceful at all.
But when the king looked closely, he saw behind the waterfall a tiny bush growing in a crack in the rock. In the bush a mother bird had built her nest. There, in the midst of the rush of angry water, sat the mother bird on her nest ??? in perfect peace.
Which picture do you think won the prize? The king chose the second picture. Do you know why?
"Because," explained the king, "peace does not mean to be in a place where there is no noise, trouble, or hard work. Peace means to be in the midst of all those things and still be calm in your heart. That is the real meaning of peace."
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Is Your Night the Same As Mine
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09/14/06
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Dark flowed through the night, When? Did the resting birds, Flight over the quiet villa,
An empty villa in the season of Cape Jasmine. The figure of your back was the only scene in my view, Together with the sound of a clock on my desk, Stayed in my memory forever. Was your night the same as mine?
Many times in the life, joys from sufferings, And sufferings from joys, Rising high, With the music of a flute, played in the night. Windy evenings on the ancient bank, Skirt fluttering, you stride along the Jia-Ling River. The full moon on the river, Shining on my heart with lovesick. Is your night the same as mine?
The light of lonely night, drifting in the sounded sleep, My night, as lonely as the bamboo in Ban-Qiao???s painting, As sad as the tears of flowers in Du-Fu???s poem. Tell me, can tears of heart ever wet the flimsy night? All the thoughts, Hiding in you faint breaths, Warm and sweet, as that of a flower, Penetrating the dark night, Will your night be the same as mine?
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Life Is for Living
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09/14/06
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Life is a gift we're given each and every day. Dream about tomorrow, but live for today.
To live a little, you've got to love a whole lot. Love turns the ordinary into the extraordinary.
Life's a journey always worth taking.
Take time to smell theroses...and tulips... and daffodils...and lilacs...and sunflowers.
Count blessings like children count stars. The secret of a happy life isn't buried in a treasure chest... It lies within your heart. It's the little moments that make life big.
Don't wait.Make memories today.
Celebrate your life!
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