Universal Rx
No moving parts, no batteries,
No monthly payments and no fees;
Inflation proof, non-taxable,
In fact, it's quite relaxable;
It can't be stolen, won't pollute,
One size fits all, do not dilute.
It uses little energy,
But yields results enormously.
Relieves your tension and your stress
Invigorates your happiness;
Combats depression, makes you beam,
And elevates your self-esteem !
Your circulation it corrects
Without unpleasant side effects.
It is, I think, the perfect drug :
May I prescribe, my friends . . . the hug !
(And, of course, fully returnable !)
Shared by Shibani shibsy@usa.net
Love Life
By KJ
The sun went down
and the moon shone above
and the silk of her gown
was pure lilly white
The singing of the flowers
as she danced with her love
kept them wide awake for hours
and she knew she'd done right
For her love was the past
and she buried him next day
They had loved to the last
but the time came to stray
"You cannot," said she,
"keep pulling me down.
Though I'll love you forever
and my memories abound
a new love has come to me
on quite different ground"
And again came the darkness
again came the wind
and again lay she sleepless
as it sighed her a song
For the new love was life
and she married him next day
They will love to the last
till down do they lay
Shared and written by KJ
mfree@capital.net
The Bird
When you see the bird fly,
you're free.
You sail on his back to the sea,
with me.
When you see the clouds coming,
full with rain,
you are retained,
to your room,in your house
with no one else,
but me.
You see.
Away you run,to get away.
To have the bird fly away,
without me.
You're free once more,
of that chore,
of me.
I'm here without you,
can't you see?
No, you're free.
Never looking back,
to see me,
standing
here
alone.
Shared and written by
Stacey@Eady.com
A friend is a person who reaches
for your hand and touches your heart.
From: Radha Rajagopalan
The Dash © 1997
by Linda Ellis
I read of a reverend who stood to speak
at the funeral of his friend.
He referred to the dates on her tombstone
from the beginning...to the end.
He noted that first came the date of her birth
and spoke of the following date with tears,
but he said what mattered most of all
was the dash between those years.
For that dash represents all the time
that she spent alive on earth…
and now only those who loved her
know what that little line is worth.
For it matters not, how much we own;
the cars…the house…the cash.
What matters is how we live and love
and how we spend our dash.
So think about this long and hard…
are there things you'd like to change?
For you never know how much time is left.
(You could be at "dash mid-range.")
If we could just slow down enough
to consider what's true and real,
and always try to understand
the way other people feel.
And be less quick to anger,
and show appreciation more
and love the people in our lives
like we've never loved before.
If we treat each other with respect,
and more often wear a smile…
remembering that this special dash
might only last a little while.
So, when your eulogy's being read
with your life's actions to rehash...
would you be proud of the things they say
about how you spent your dash?
Linda Ellis
www.lindaslyrics.com
Linda's Lyrics Personalized Poems
www.lindaslyrics.com
Just imagine ..... an inner garden ... you
can embrace ...
filled with happiness ... laughter ... inspiration ....
and a little mischief, laughter and fun so as not to be too boring!:)
...
Laughter is healing to the heart and to the soul. ENJOY!
Imagine a Place where the wells of joy never run dry ...
and the child within is always safe and loved ...
Remember to view life through the innocent eyes of a child ....
the ever imaginative and creative child within your heart!:)
Its all within your heart!
Heaven is found within the heart
when one allows life to be seen ....
in this way :)
Remember to smile and share joy with others:)
when adult life becomes stressful,
stop and breathe ...
relax and remember ...
to laugh and let yourself be silly just as kids do
.... they are teachers too!
Life is too short to be all serious ....
Take time to smell the roses and enjoy the view along the way ...
rather than making a living .....
live life in the making & let that giggle out!!:)
Love life and live love.
Just imagine .... and have patience .... open your heart to life ...
Be a kid at heart - and never quite grow up!:)
Life is a journey of discovery that never ends:)
I have a little sign on my desk that says ...
Patience ... have patience with me ...I'm still growing up!:)
love and hugs to you!
Shared by Lori
Every person is created in God's image.
He or she must be given dignity
and worth regardless of the task.
Empowerment is a big word nowadays.
It means every person is important
and it is important to listen to everyone.
Shared by Janice Kilby
We are the New Civilization
We are here.
We are waking up now, out of the past, to dream a bigger dream.
We are friends and equals, we are diverse and unique, and we're
united for something bigger than our differences.
We believe in freedom and cooperation, abundance and harmony.
We are a culture emerging, a renaissance of the essence of humanity.
-- author unknown
access the whole poem and a GREAT web site:
http://www.newciv.org/worldtrans/
Shared by Debbie :)
A Story To Live By
by Ann Wells (Los Angeles Times)
My brother-in-law opened the bottom drawer of my sister's bureau and
lifted out a tissue-wrapped package. "This," he said, "is not a slip.
This is lingerie." He discarded the tissue and handed me the slip. It
was exquisite; silk, handmade and trimmed with a cobweb of lace. The
price tag with an astronomical figure on it was still attached. "Jan
bought this the first time we went to New York, at least 8 or 9 years
ago. She never wore it. She was saving it for a special occasion. Well,
I guess this is the occasion." He took the slip from me and put it on
the bed with the other clothes we were taking to the mortician. His
hands lingered on the soft material for a moment, then he slammed the
drawer shut and turned to me. "Don't ever save anything for a special
occasion. Every day you're alive is a special occasion."
I remembered those words through the funeral and the days that followed
when I helped him and my niece attend to all the sad chores that follow
an unexpected death. I thought about them on the plane returning to
California from the Midwestern town where my sister's family lives. I
thought about all the things that she hadn't seen or heard or done. I
thought about the things that she had done without realizing that they
were special.
I'm still thinking about his words, and they've changed my life. I'm
reading more and dusting less. I'm sitting on the deck and admiring the
view without fussing about the weeds in the garden. I'm spending more
time with my family and friends and less time in committee meetings.
Whenever possible, life should be a pattern of experience to savor, not
endure. I'm trying to recognize these moments now and cherish them.
I'm not "saving" anything; we use our good china and crystal for every
special event-such as losing a pound, getting the sink unstopped, the
first camellia blossom.
I wear my good blazer to the market if I feel like it. My theory is if I
look prosperous, I can shell out $28.49 for one small bag of groceries
without wincing. I'm not saving my good perfume for special parties;
clerks in hardware stores and tellers in banks have noses that function
as well as my party-going friends'.
"Someday" and "one of these days" are losing their grip on my
vocabulary. If it's worth seeing or hearing or doing, I want to see and
hear and do it now. I'm not sure what my sister would have done had she
known that she wouldn't be here for the tomorrow we all take for
granted. I think she would have called family members and a few close
friends. She might have called a few former friends to apologize and
mend fences for past squabbles. I like to think she would have gone out
for a Chinese dinner, her favorite food. I'm guessing-I'll never know.
It's those little things left undone that would make me angry if I knew
that my hours were limited. Angry because I put off seeing good Friends
whom I was going to get in touch with-someday. Angry because I hadn't
written certain letters that I intended to write-one of these days.
Angry and sorry that I didn't tell my husband and daughter often enough
how much I truly love them. I'm trying very hard not to put off, hold
back, or save anything that would add laughter and luster to our lives.
And every morning when I open my eyes, I tell myself that it is special.
Every day, every minute, every breath truly is...a gift from God.
Shared by:
Valerie Amo
Ann Arbor, MI
SHE SAID SHE LOVED ME YESTERDAY,
AND THEN I RAN AWAY,
FROM ALL THE PAIN
AND NOW I'M SITTIN' ON THE BALCONY
WAITIN' FOR THE RAIN
VICKSBURG, MS, 1977, FROM JAMIE HARRIS POETRY BOOK 1,
COPYRIGHT 1986
Down in Tallahatchie County,
where the tall cypress grow,
back up the woods
lives a girl named Mary Jo
starting lyrics to a song copyright 1992,
PINEY GROVE MUSIC
"Without memories, there can be no
dreams...".
JAMIE HARRIS....February, 1998
"and once you've crossed that bridge
there's no turnin' back and things
will never be the same again
but, maybe, in a sense,
that's what life is really all about......"
From the novel "Rain Across The River"
by Jamie Harris, copyright 1982
Shared by Jim Brownlee
We don't get to decide
how we will die, or when;
we can however, choose how we will live...........NOW.
Peace~Pass It On,
Shared by Bill Williams
A mother, wishing to encourage her young
son's progress at the piano, bought tickets for a Paderewski performance. When the
night arrived, they found their seats near the front of the concert hall and eyed the
majestic Steinway waiting on the stage. Soon the mother found a friend to talk to,
and the boy slipped away. When eight o'clock arrived, the spotlights came one, the
audience quieted, and only then did they notice the boy up on the bench, innocently
picking out "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star." His mother gasped, but before
she could retrieve her son, the master appeared on the stage and quickly moved to the keyboard. He whispered to the boy, "Don't
quit-keep playing." Leaning over, Paderewski reached down with his left hand
and began filling in a bass part. Soon his right arm reached around the other side,
encircling the child, to add a running obbligato. Together, the old master and the young
novice held the crowd mesmerized. In our lives, unpolished though we may be it is
the Master who surrolunds us and whispers in our ear, time and again. "Don't
quit-keep playing." And as we do, He augments and supplements until a work of
amazing beauty is created.
-Darrel L. Anderson
Shared by Julie McGregor
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