<?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-5427263</id><updated>2011-10-30T10:51:11.878+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Barbara Mayo</title><subtitle type='html'>Things that are on my mind...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bmayo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427263/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bmayo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427263/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>BM2 Love Angel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hZyWgaA1mlo/Tq0dy-nLkhI/AAAAAAAAAFY/8SV3bUzZE1I/s220/193025_10150522266215051_661720050_17917421_6166977_o.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>222</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5427263.post-114077973940489701</id><published>2006-02-24T12:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T12:15:39.420+01:00</updated><title type='text'>About the Source...</title><content type='html'>"&lt;i&gt;Each separate being in the universe returns to the common source.&lt;br /&gt;Returning to the source is serenity.&lt;br /&gt;If you don't realize the source, you stumble in confusion and sorrow.&lt;/i&gt;" - Lao Tzu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5427263-114077973940489701?l=bmayo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427263/posts/default/114077973940489701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427263/posts/default/114077973940489701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bmayo.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#114077973940489701' title='About the Source...'/><author><name>BM2 Love Angel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hZyWgaA1mlo/Tq0dy-nLkhI/AAAAAAAAAFY/8SV3bUzZE1I/s220/193025_10150522266215051_661720050_17917421_6166977_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5427263.post-114008654598654463</id><published>2006-02-16T11:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T11:42:25.996+01:00</updated><title type='text'>About mystery...</title><content type='html'>Coming from nowhere&lt;br /&gt;Departing for nowhere&lt;br /&gt;A flashing glance...&lt;br /&gt;Entering the mystery!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ikkyu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5427263-114008654598654463?l=bmayo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.deeshan.com' title='About mystery...'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427263/posts/default/114008654598654463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427263/posts/default/114008654598654463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bmayo.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#114008654598654463' title='About mystery...'/><author><name>BM2 Love Angel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hZyWgaA1mlo/Tq0dy-nLkhI/AAAAAAAAAFY/8SV3bUzZE1I/s220/193025_10150522266215051_661720050_17917421_6166977_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5427263.post-113947783494551593</id><published>2006-02-09T10:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T10:37:14.956+01:00</updated><title type='text'>On Existence</title><content type='html'>I should put it into practice...&lt;br /&gt;Stupidity is still a quality of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;i&gt;If you give up being a doer,&lt;br /&gt;if you give up being in control&lt;br /&gt;and you accept yourself as a happening in Existence&lt;br /&gt;the way Existence wants you to be,&lt;br /&gt;all guilt and all shame are suddenly left behind.&lt;/i&gt;" - Rabia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5427263-113947783494551593?l=bmayo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.deeshan.com' title='On Existence'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427263/posts/default/113947783494551593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427263/posts/default/113947783494551593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bmayo.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113947783494551593' title='On Existence'/><author><name>BM2 Love Angel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hZyWgaA1mlo/Tq0dy-nLkhI/AAAAAAAAAFY/8SV3bUzZE1I/s220/193025_10150522266215051_661720050_17917421_6166977_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5427263.post-113939462678470899</id><published>2006-02-08T11:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T11:30:26.796+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting thought...</title><content type='html'>"&lt;i&gt;The person who is ambitious, spiritually or otherwise, can never be without&lt;br /&gt;a problem, because problems cease only when the self is forgotten.&lt;/i&gt;" - J. Krishnamurti&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5427263-113939462678470899?l=bmayo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.deeshan.com' title='Interesting thought...'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427263/posts/default/113939462678470899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427263/posts/default/113939462678470899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bmayo.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113939462678470899' title='Interesting thought...'/><author><name>BM2 Love Angel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hZyWgaA1mlo/Tq0dy-nLkhI/AAAAAAAAAFY/8SV3bUzZE1I/s220/193025_10150522266215051_661720050_17917421_6166977_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5427263.post-113786718748347984</id><published>2006-01-21T19:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T19:13:07.493+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Meditation Tip</title><content type='html'>There are two dimensions to life, and we should be able to touch both.&lt;br /&gt;One is like a wave, and we call it the historical dimension. The other is&lt;br /&gt;like the water, and we call it the ultimate dimension, or nirvana. We&lt;br /&gt;usually touch just the wave, but when we discover how to touch the water, we&lt;br /&gt;receive the highest fruit that meditation can offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thich Nhat Hanh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from the site: &lt;a href="http://www.deeshan.com"&gt;Deeshan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5427263-113786718748347984?l=bmayo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.deeshan.com' title='Meditation Tip'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427263/posts/default/113786718748347984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427263/posts/default/113786718748347984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bmayo.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113786718748347984' title='Meditation Tip'/><author><name>BM2 Love Angel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hZyWgaA1mlo/Tq0dy-nLkhI/AAAAAAAAAFY/8SV3bUzZE1I/s220/193025_10150522266215051_661720050_17917421_6166977_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5427263.post-113448305166769857</id><published>2005-12-13T15:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T15:10:51.686+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a funny test</title><content type='html'>Here is my result:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nerdtests.com/ft_nq.php?im"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.nerdtests.com/images/ft/nq.php?val=8729" alt="I am nerdier than 76% of all people. Are you nerdier? Click here to find out!"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't really say I am surprised...&lt;br /&gt;I forgot a lot chemistry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;*****&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In order to break the cold winter, I decided to open a &lt;a href="http://books.dreambook.com/bm2/2006.html"&gt;Dreambook&lt;/a&gt; where me and anyone can write about their resolutions, dreams, expectations and anything related to this transition 2005 -&gt; 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would be a pleasure to have &lt;a href="http://books.dreambook.com/bm2/2006.sign.html"&gt;your contribution&lt;/a&gt;, but you can just &lt;a href="http://books.dreambook.com/bm2/2006.html"&gt;visit it&lt;/a&gt; if you prefer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;*****&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;i&gt;Do not meditate - be!&lt;br /&gt;Do not think that you are - be!&lt;br /&gt;Don't think about being - you are!&lt;/i&gt;" - Sri Ramana Maharshi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5427263-113448305166769857?l=bmayo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427263/posts/default/113448305166769857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427263/posts/default/113448305166769857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bmayo.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113448305166769857' title='Just a funny test'/><author><name>BM2 Love Angel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hZyWgaA1mlo/Tq0dy-nLkhI/AAAAAAAAAFY/8SV3bUzZE1I/s220/193025_10150522266215051_661720050_17917421_6166977_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5427263.post-113420359581504836</id><published>2005-12-10T09:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T09:35:48.093+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Continuing about films...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.movieposters.net/graphics/posters/garfield.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://www.movieposters.net/graphics/posters/garfield.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Garfield&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to talk about this one...&lt;br /&gt;As they have been showing almost everyday on the cable channel, I took my time to watch Garfield, the movie again.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I love cats, I love lasagna, I hate Mondays and needless to say, I adore Garfield, but since last week, I discovered that I am not the only one...&lt;br /&gt;Soubi, my cat, doesn't even blink his eyes!&lt;br /&gt;He even sits right in from of the TV and tries to touch the animals on the screen.&lt;br /&gt;It is the sweestest thing to see. I loved it!&lt;br /&gt;I had noticed it last time, but yesterday it was really definitive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;i&gt;As long as you seek for something, you will get the shadow of reality and not reality itself.&lt;/i&gt;" - Shunryu Suzuki&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extracted from: &lt;a href="http://www.deeshan.com"&gt;Deeshan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5427263-113420359581504836?l=bmayo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427263/posts/default/113420359581504836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427263/posts/default/113420359581504836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bmayo.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113420359581504836' title='Continuing about films...'/><author><name>BM2 Love Angel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hZyWgaA1mlo/Tq0dy-nLkhI/AAAAAAAAAFY/8SV3bUzZE1I/s220/193025_10150522266215051_661720050_17917421_6166977_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5427263.post-113377689471605170</id><published>2005-12-05T10:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T11:01:34.796+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Films</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/B0002OXVBO.01.LZZZZZZZ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/B0002OXVBO.01.LZZZZZZZ.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Saturday, I watched the film &lt;a href="http://www.wildaboutmovies.com/images/Doom_poster_000.jpg"&gt;Doom&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I must admit that it is the only FPS game that I enjoy playing and despite the small slip-ups, I liked what I saw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The presence of The Rock was really good. He does make the fight scenes look realistic and although his character was changed related to the games, he &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;rocked&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the best was saved for the last... When you feel like the Reaper (in the game, Sargeant) and go shooting everyone, weapon right in front of your nose. It was incredibly well done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some monsters were missing, but Pinky made it up a little bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;***&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compared to the other movies based on games I have watched so far, this is already my second favorite. It loses only to the first &lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/greenliberal/tombraidermovie.gif"&gt;Tomb Raider&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not that I didn't like the &lt;a href="http://images.art.com/images/-/Resident-Evil-Apocolypse-international--C10138768.jpeg"&gt;Resident Evil ones&lt;/a&gt;, but they are not really fan services as the other ones. Even &lt;a href="http://www.theflickchicks.com/flick-chicks/images/movie%20poster%20thumbs/The%20Flick%20Chicks%20Movie%20Reviews%20Lara%20Croft%20Tomb%20Raider%20Cradle%20of%20Life%20poster.jpg"&gt;Tomb Raider II&lt;/a&gt; was a little out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But they are all worth watching anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;***&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the film that I think I should keep on watching on a regular basis is &lt;a href="http://www.supersizeme.com/"&gt;Super Size Me&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Never a movie changed my life so deeply and no matter how many times I watch it, I feel surprised but not realizing those facts before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me who has eaten fast food since I remember existing was suddenly confronted with facts that also happened to me, but I had never dared to link.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not only a matter of how much you weigh, but mainly of how you are treating your body, internally speaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a documentary that bores no one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;***&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;i&gt;This being human is a guest house. Every morning a new arrival. A joy, a&lt;br /&gt;depression, a meanness, some momentary awareness comes as an unexpected&lt;br /&gt;visitor. Welcome and entertain them all.&lt;/i&gt;" - Rumi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Extracted from: &lt;a href="http://www.deeshan.com"&gt;Deeshan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5427263-113377689471605170?l=bmayo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427263/posts/default/113377689471605170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427263/posts/default/113377689471605170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bmayo.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113377689471605170' title='Films'/><author><name>BM2 Love Angel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hZyWgaA1mlo/Tq0dy-nLkhI/AAAAAAAAAFY/8SV3bUzZE1I/s220/193025_10150522266215051_661720050_17917421_6166977_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5427263.post-113342740474385546</id><published>2005-12-01T09:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T10:18:08.446+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't neglect</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://avatars.yahoo.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lookup.avatars.yahoo.com/wimages?yid=barbaramorgana&amp;size=large&amp;type=png" width="150" height="235" border="0" alt="Yahoo! Avatars"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.worldaidsday.org/default.asp" title="Link to the official World AIDS Day website"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.worldaidsday.org/images/virtualribbon.gif" width="120" height="40" border="0" alt="Support World AIDS Day" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is about your life and the life of those you love.&lt;br /&gt;AIDS is not a disease of the minorities.&lt;br /&gt;Protect yourself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take good care.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5427263-113342740474385546?l=bmayo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427263/posts/default/113342740474385546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427263/posts/default/113342740474385546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bmayo.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113342740474385546' title='Don&apos;t neglect'/><author><name>BM2 Love Angel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hZyWgaA1mlo/Tq0dy-nLkhI/AAAAAAAAAFY/8SV3bUzZE1I/s220/193025_10150522266215051_661720050_17917421_6166977_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5427263.post-113334683352089280</id><published>2005-11-30T11:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T11:33:53.533+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Meditation Tip of the Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://studyabroad.uwa.edu/images/The%20great%20Buddha.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://studyabroad.uwa.edu/images/The%20great%20Buddha.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://studyabroad.uwa.edu/new_page_2.htm"&gt;Buddha&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;i&gt;Look within&lt;br /&gt;Be still&lt;br /&gt;Free from fear and attachment&lt;br /&gt;know the sweet joy of the way.&lt;/i&gt;" - Buddha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extracted from the site: &lt;a href="http://www.deeshan.com"&gt;Deeshan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5427263-113334683352089280?l=bmayo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427263/posts/default/113334683352089280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427263/posts/default/113334683352089280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bmayo.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113334683352089280' title='Meditation Tip of the Day'/><author><name>BM2 Love Angel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hZyWgaA1mlo/Tq0dy-nLkhI/AAAAAAAAAFY/8SV3bUzZE1I/s220/193025_10150522266215051_661720050_17917421_6166977_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5427263.post-113325629118261273</id><published>2005-11-29T10:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T10:24:51.270+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple things</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.xtec.es/~vfeliu/imatges/stones98.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.xtec.es/~vfeliu/lyrics/rolling.htm"&gt;Rolling Stones&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the beginning there was this horrible rush...&lt;br /&gt;It has been long ago when I took time to just sit around and enjoy the moment.&lt;br /&gt;There had always been so much to do, to plan, to organize, that &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;living &lt;/span&gt;had lost its importance. My &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;existance &lt;/span&gt;was being taken for granted...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I am listening to Rolling Stones' "You can't always get what you want" and it couldn't be more more appropriate...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only we didn't make &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Life &lt;/span&gt;so complicated...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice day everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;You Can't Always Get What You Want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[chorus]&lt;br /&gt;I saw her today at a reception&lt;br /&gt;A glass of wine in her hand&lt;br /&gt;I knew she would meet her connection&lt;br /&gt;At her feet was her footloose man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, you can't always get what you want&lt;br /&gt;You can't always get what you want&lt;br /&gt;You can't always get what you want&lt;br /&gt;And if you try sometime you find&lt;br /&gt;You get what you need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw her today at the reception&lt;br /&gt;A glass of wine in her hand&lt;br /&gt;I knew she was gonna meet her connection&lt;br /&gt;At her feet was her footloose man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't always get what you want&lt;br /&gt;You can't always get what you want&lt;br /&gt;You can't always get what you want&lt;br /&gt;But if you try sometimes you might find&lt;br /&gt;You get what you need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, hey hey hey, oh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I went down to the demonstration&lt;br /&gt;To get my fair share of abuse&lt;br /&gt;Singing, "We're gonna vent our frustration&lt;br /&gt;If we don't we're gonna blow a 50-amp fuse"&lt;br /&gt;Sing it to me now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't always get what you want&lt;br /&gt;You can't always get what you want&lt;br /&gt;You can't always get what you want&lt;br /&gt;But if you try sometimes well you just might find&lt;br /&gt;You get what you need&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby, yeah, yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went down to the Chelsea drugstore&lt;br /&gt;To get your prescription filled&lt;br /&gt;I was standing in line with Mr. Jimmy&lt;br /&gt;And man, did he look pretty ill&lt;br /&gt;We decided that we would have a soda&lt;br /&gt;My favorite flavor, cherry red&lt;br /&gt;I sung my song to Mr. Jimmy&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, and he said one word to me, and that was "dead"&lt;br /&gt;I said to him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't always get what you want, no!&lt;br /&gt;You can't always get what you want (tell ya baby)&lt;br /&gt;You can't always get what you want (no)&lt;br /&gt;But if you try sometimes you just might find&lt;br /&gt;You get what you need&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes! Woo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get what you need--yeah, oh baby!&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw her today at the reception&lt;br /&gt;In her glass was a bleeding man&lt;br /&gt;She was practiced at the art of deception&lt;br /&gt;Well I could tell by her blood-stained hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't always get what you want&lt;br /&gt;You can't always get what you want&lt;br /&gt;You can't always get what you want&lt;br /&gt;But if you try sometimes you just might find&lt;br /&gt;You just might find&lt;br /&gt;You get what you need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't always get what you want (no, no baby)&lt;br /&gt;You can't always get what you want&lt;br /&gt;You can't always get what you want&lt;br /&gt;But if you try sometimes you just might find&lt;br /&gt;You just might find&lt;br /&gt;You get what you need, ah yes...&lt;/i&gt;" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- by Rolling Stones&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5427263-113325629118261273?l=bmayo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427263/posts/default/113325629118261273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427263/posts/default/113325629118261273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bmayo.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113325629118261273' title='Simple things'/><author><name>BM2 Love Angel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hZyWgaA1mlo/Tq0dy-nLkhI/AAAAAAAAAFY/8SV3bUzZE1I/s220/193025_10150522266215051_661720050_17917421_6166977_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5427263.post-113284375383016159</id><published>2005-11-24T15:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T15:49:13.840+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Meditation Tip of the Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.lazaris.com/publibrary/Images/HarmonicWorld.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lazaris.com/publibrary/pubpeace2.cfm"&gt;Inner Peace&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;i&gt;In Tibetan, the word for body is 'lu', which means 'something you leave&lt;br /&gt;behind', like baggage. Each time we say 'lu', it reminds us that we are only&lt;br /&gt;travelers, taking temporary refuge in this life and this body.&lt;/i&gt;" - Sogyal Rinpoche&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;i&gt;The horse is our emotions.&lt;br /&gt;The carriage is the body.&lt;br /&gt;The mind must learn to control the emotions.&lt;br /&gt;The emotions always pull the body after them.&lt;br /&gt;This is the order in which work on oneself must proceed.&lt;/i&gt;" - G. Gurdjieff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;i&gt;The evolution of man is the evolution of his consciousness, and&lt;br /&gt;'consciousness' cannot evolve unconsciously. The evolution of man is the&lt;br /&gt;evolution of his will, and 'will' cannot evolve involuntarily. The evolution&lt;br /&gt;of man is the evolution of his power of doing, and 'doing' cannot be the&lt;br /&gt;result of things which happen.&lt;/i&gt;" - G. Gurdjieff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;i&gt;I understand that the whole manifestation and life&lt;br /&gt;is nothing but a dream, a play.&lt;br /&gt;I am playing the whole game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am simply enjoying life.&lt;/i&gt;" - Kiran&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;i&gt;The secret of change consists in concentrating one's energy to create the&lt;br /&gt;new, and not to fight against the old.&lt;/i&gt;" - Dan Millman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extracted from the site: &lt;a href="http://www.deeshan.com"&gt;Deeshan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5427263-113284375383016159?l=bmayo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.deeshan.com' title='Meditation Tip of the Day'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427263/posts/default/113284375383016159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427263/posts/default/113284375383016159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bmayo.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113284375383016159' title='Meditation Tip of the Day'/><author><name>BM2 Love Angel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hZyWgaA1mlo/Tq0dy-nLkhI/AAAAAAAAAFY/8SV3bUzZE1I/s220/193025_10150522266215051_661720050_17917421_6166977_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5427263.post-113275202705359212</id><published>2005-11-23T14:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T14:20:27.066+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Wasting time</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://soan.jp/horizon.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://soan.jp/"&gt;Horizon&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I wasted my time at the site of Orkut.&lt;br /&gt;I call it a waste of time because or that site hates me, personally, or their service just sucks big time.&lt;br /&gt;I can hardly send people a message without getting "no dounut" many times and it annoys me.&lt;br /&gt;Wasn't it supposed to make contacting people easier? Why is it like that then?&lt;br /&gt;It is amazing to see that more 70% of its users are Brazilians.&lt;br /&gt;Are we a helpless nation? I hope it is just for the fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also signed for Yahoo! 360 and for the MSN Spaces.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder whether I will ever touch any of them, but I will leave them there for the reference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And another day goes by without anything going on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;i&gt;When you try to stop activity to achieve passivity, your very effort fills&lt;br /&gt;you with activity. As long as you remain in one extreme or the other you&lt;br /&gt;will never know Oneness.&lt;/i&gt;" - Sosan (extracted from &lt;a href="http://www.deeshan.com"&gt;Meditation Tip of the Day&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5427263-113275202705359212?l=bmayo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427263/posts/default/113275202705359212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427263/posts/default/113275202705359212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bmayo.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113275202705359212' title='Wasting time'/><author><name>BM2 Love Angel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hZyWgaA1mlo/Tq0dy-nLkhI/AAAAAAAAAFY/8SV3bUzZE1I/s220/193025_10150522266215051_661720050_17917421_6166977_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5427263.post-113230295481140308</id><published>2005-11-18T09:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T09:35:55.470+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Deep insights to start the weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.gardendream.net/ozgallery/images/Chinese%20Gardens.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gardendream.net/ozgallery/pages/Chinese%20Gardens.htm"&gt;Chinese Gardens&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been ages since I last posted sentences.&lt;br /&gt;Here they go:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;i&gt;The source of the life force is eternal -the center within- we do not need&lt;br /&gt;to collect it like material things for it is already and always here.&lt;/i&gt;" - author unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;i&gt;A young student asked of the Master "what did you do before you became&lt;br /&gt;Master?" &lt;br /&gt;The Master replied "I fetched wood and carried water."&lt;br /&gt;The Student asked "What do you do now that you are Master?"&lt;br /&gt;The Master replied "I fetch wood and carry water."&lt;/i&gt;" - Lao Tzu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;i&gt;If people are quiet,&lt;br /&gt;They can be quiet anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;If people aren't quiet&lt;br /&gt;They won't be quiet in the mountains.&lt;br /&gt;Everything depends on you.&lt;br /&gt;Life is transient,&lt;br /&gt;Like a flash of lightening in a dream.&lt;/i&gt;" - Chi-ch'eng&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;i&gt;The highest truth cannot be put into words. Therefore the greatest teacher&lt;br /&gt;has nothing to say. He simply gives himself in service, and never worries.&lt;/i&gt;" - Hua Hu Ching&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;i&gt;There are no doors inside. It is an open space, an open sky. But to know&lt;br /&gt;this open sky is to realize the deathless principle of your existence.&lt;/i&gt;" - Zen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All sentences extracted from &lt;a href="http://www.deeshan.com"&gt;Meditation Tip of the Day&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5427263-113230295481140308?l=bmayo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427263/posts/default/113230295481140308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427263/posts/default/113230295481140308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bmayo.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113230295481140308' title='Deep insights to start the weekend'/><author><name>BM2 Love Angel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hZyWgaA1mlo/Tq0dy-nLkhI/AAAAAAAAAFY/8SV3bUzZE1I/s220/193025_10150522266215051_661720050_17917421_6166977_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5427263.post-113215528998649605</id><published>2005-11-16T16:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T16:34:49.996+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Tiger</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://blog.sme.sk/blog/878/12986/clanok_foto.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Europa - William Blake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just couldn't stop thinking about William Blake the whole day today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;i&gt;Tiger, Tiger, burning bright&lt;br /&gt;In the forest of the night,&lt;br /&gt;What immortal hand or eye&lt;br /&gt;Could frame thy fearful symmetry?  &lt;br /&gt;In what distant deeps or skies&lt;br /&gt;Burnt the fire of thine eyes?&lt;br /&gt;On what wings dare he aspire?&lt;br /&gt;What the hand dare seize the fire?   &lt;br /&gt;And what shoulder and what art&lt;br /&gt;Could twist the sinews of thy heart?&lt;br /&gt;And, when thy heart began to beat,&lt;br /&gt;What dread hand and what dread feet?  &lt;br /&gt;What the hammer? What the chain?&lt;br /&gt;In what furnace was thy brain?&lt;br /&gt;What the anvil? What dread grasp&lt;br /&gt;Dare its deadly terrors clasp?   &lt;br /&gt;When the stars threw down their spears,&lt;br /&gt;And water'd heaven with their tears,&lt;br /&gt;Did He smile His work to see?&lt;br /&gt;Did He who made the lamb make thee?  &lt;br /&gt;Tiger, Tiger, burning bright&lt;br /&gt;In the forests of the night,&lt;br /&gt;What immortal hand or eye&lt;br /&gt;Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?&lt;/i&gt;" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;William Blake (1757-1827)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5427263-113215528998649605?l=bmayo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.bartleby.com/101/489.html' title='The Tiger'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427263/posts/default/113215528998649605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427263/posts/default/113215528998649605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bmayo.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113215528998649605' title='The Tiger'/><author><name>BM2 Love Angel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hZyWgaA1mlo/Tq0dy-nLkhI/AAAAAAAAAFY/8SV3bUzZE1I/s220/193025_10150522266215051_661720050_17917421_6166977_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5427263.post-112809368228536190</id><published>2005-09-30T17:20:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T17:21:22.290+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost a year later...</title><content type='html'>I just wonder what moves people. &lt;br /&gt;Not that it should be any of my business (what the hell am I doing myself when I take my time to bother about others instead of caring about my own?), but still… &lt;br /&gt;Funny watching Super Size Me yesterday. &lt;br /&gt;Weird though was having to assume that I am one of those millions who would eat to die. &lt;br /&gt;Geez! I myself have almost 30% fat in my body. I am monster myself!!!! &lt;br /&gt;Yet… &lt;br /&gt;There I go again making myself a victim of the system. &lt;br /&gt;People are amazing beings indeed…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5427263-112809368228536190?l=bmayo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427263/posts/default/112809368228536190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427263/posts/default/112809368228536190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bmayo.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112809368228536190' title='Almost a year later...'/><author><name>BM2 Love Angel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hZyWgaA1mlo/Tq0dy-nLkhI/AAAAAAAAAFY/8SV3bUzZE1I/s220/193025_10150522266215051_661720050_17917421_6166977_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5427263.post-110811182899121467</id><published>2005-02-11T09:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-02-11T09:50:28.993+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Survivor</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.bobbyspon.net/DC/destinys%20child%20survivor.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this song has absolutely everything to do with what has been happening to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Survivor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;by Destiny's Child&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You thought that i'd be weak w/o u but i'm stronger &lt;br /&gt;you thought that i'd be broke w/o you but i'm richer &lt;br /&gt;you thought that i'd be sad w/o u i laugh harder &lt;br /&gt;you thought i wouldn't grow w/o u now i'm wiser &lt;br /&gt;you thought that i'd be helpless w/o you but i'm smarter &lt;br /&gt;you thought that i'd be stressed w/o ya but i'm chillin &lt;br /&gt;you thought i wouldn't sell w/o ya sold 9 million &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus: &lt;br /&gt;i'm a survivor i'm not gon give up &lt;br /&gt;i'm not gon stop i'm gon work harder &lt;br /&gt;i a survivor im gonna make it &lt;br /&gt;i'm a survivor keep on survivin &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thought i couldn't breath w/o ya i'm inhalin &lt;br /&gt;you thought i couldn't see w/o ya perfect vision &lt;br /&gt;you thought i couldn't last w/o ya but i'm lastin &lt;br /&gt;you thought that i would die w/o ya but i'm livin &lt;br /&gt;thought that i would fail w/o ya but i'm on top &lt;br /&gt;thought that it would be over by now but it won't stop &lt;br /&gt;thought that i would self destruct but i'm still here &lt;br /&gt;even in my years to come i'm still gon be here &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm wishin you the best, pray that you are blessed &lt;br /&gt;much success, no stress and lots of happiness &lt;br /&gt;I'm better than that &lt;br /&gt;I'm not gon blast you on the radio &lt;br /&gt;I'm better than that &lt;br /&gt;I'm not gon lie on you or yo family yo &lt;br /&gt;I'm better than that &lt;br /&gt;I'm not gon hate on you in the magazine &lt;br /&gt;I'm better than that &lt;br /&gt;I'm not gon compromise my christianity &lt;br /&gt;I'm better than that &lt;br /&gt;You know i'm not gon diss you on the internet &lt;br /&gt;cause my mama taught me better than that &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after all of the darkness and sadness soon comes happiness &lt;br /&gt;if i surround myself with positive things I'll gain posterity &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus to the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;i&gt;You cannot find peace&lt;br /&gt;by avoiding life.&lt;/i&gt;" - Virginia Wolf&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5427263-110811182899121467?l=bmayo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.bobbyspon.net/destinys_child.htm' title='Survivor'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427263/posts/default/110811182899121467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427263/posts/default/110811182899121467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bmayo.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110811182899121467' title='Survivor'/><author><name>BM2 Love Angel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hZyWgaA1mlo/Tq0dy-nLkhI/AAAAAAAAAFY/8SV3bUzZE1I/s220/193025_10150522266215051_661720050_17917421_6166977_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5427263.post-110526506259136865</id><published>2005-01-09T10:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-01-09T11:04:22.590+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Breathing deeply</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.uitwijk.uu.nl/BlackOut!/galerie/nov2003/mt/images/Blue%20Sky.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.uitwijk.uu.nl/BlackOut!/galerie/nov2003/mt/pages/Blue%20Sky.htm"&gt;Blue sky&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not in a position to judge anyone. Not today or ever.&lt;br /&gt;But it is funny realizing that we still do it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Recently I have been taking this opportunity to learn about myself.&lt;br /&gt;It is so fantastic to realize how much one can of themselves by looking around every one and a while...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is really precious.&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't have to be always perfect, but simply be.&lt;br /&gt;It is to be cherisched and adored, yet we take it for granted most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your feelings are not sincere, why faking them?&lt;br /&gt;Go look for something/someone that does matter, that does make a difference and enjoy every moment you have with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't like something/someone, don't waste your time with arguments that show you are right. Move ahead. Let whatever it was behind. Take a deep breath and look at the sky!&lt;br /&gt;There is a future that begins now, waiting for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;i&gt;The whole world should be one humanity: no fanaticism, no racism, no nationalism. &lt;br /&gt;Then, for the first time, we can drop the idea of wars. &lt;br /&gt;We can make life with honesty, worth living, worth enjoying; playful, meditative, creative, and give every man and every woman equal opportunity to grow and bring their potential to flowering.&lt;/i&gt;" - Osho&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5427263-110526506259136865?l=bmayo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427263/posts/default/110526506259136865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427263/posts/default/110526506259136865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bmayo.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110526506259136865' title='Breathing deeply'/><author><name>BM2 Love Angel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hZyWgaA1mlo/Tq0dy-nLkhI/AAAAAAAAAFY/8SV3bUzZE1I/s220/193025_10150522266215051_661720050_17917421_6166977_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5427263.post-110408372491075212</id><published>2004-12-26T18:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-12-26T18:55:24.910+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Bring it on</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.tydmusic.com/merchant/seal.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busy, busy, busy.&lt;br /&gt;That is me now and I sincerely feel like taking some time for myself to think things over (if I can put it this way).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I feel like sharing the songs I have been listening lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With you: Seal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bring it on&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;i&gt;Bring it on&lt;br /&gt;...it on it on it on it on it on it on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Bring it on bring it on bring it on bring it on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First I didn't have the will to carry on&lt;br /&gt;...carry on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Illusions in my mind&lt;br /&gt;...illusions in my mind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like that picture when you feel you can't go on&lt;br /&gt;...go on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like you've been left behind&lt;br /&gt;...behind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life goes on, now&lt;br /&gt;Take me to that funky place where you and I were born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carry on, now&lt;br /&gt;...now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psychedlic tendencies of love will bring it on&lt;br /&gt;...bring it on...&lt;br /&gt;Bring it on&lt;br /&gt;Bring it on, Bring it on&lt;br /&gt;Don't wait until tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Bring it on&lt;br /&gt;Bring it on&lt;br /&gt;Bring it on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me something for the dream that I am in&lt;br /&gt;...in...&lt;br /&gt;You know I love the way you save me&lt;br /&gt;A broken pawn,&lt;br /&gt;I depended on.&lt;br /&gt;Was only life, I was feeling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It goes on, now&lt;br /&gt;Take me to that funky place where you and I were born&lt;br /&gt;Carry on, now&lt;br /&gt;Ain't no reason you should feel for shorn,&lt;br /&gt;Unconditioned love will bring it on.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring it on&lt;br /&gt;Bring it on&lt;br /&gt;Don't wait until tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Wait until tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Bring it on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring it on, bring it on bring it on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring it on, bring it on bring it on&lt;br /&gt;...Bring it on.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring it on, bring it on bring it on&lt;br /&gt;Bring it on, bring it on bring it on&lt;br /&gt;Bring it on, bring it on bring it on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring it on, bring it on bring it on&lt;br /&gt;...Bring it on.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring it on, bring it on bring it on&lt;br /&gt;Bring it on, bring it on bring it on&lt;br /&gt;Bring it on, bring it on bring it on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unconditioned love will bring it on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La da..da de da...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what lies under.&lt;br /&gt;Is your Kingdom Come?&lt;br /&gt;Chase it way,&lt;br /&gt;Down low.&lt;br /&gt;It's only life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't wait until tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Don't wait until tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Don't wait until tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Don't wait until,&lt;br /&gt;Wait until tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring it on, bring it on bring it on&lt;br /&gt;Bring it on&lt;/i&gt;" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seal&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5427263-110408372491075212?l=bmayo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427263/posts/default/110408372491075212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427263/posts/default/110408372491075212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bmayo.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110408372491075212' title='Bring it on'/><author><name>BM2 Love Angel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hZyWgaA1mlo/Tq0dy-nLkhI/AAAAAAAAAFY/8SV3bUzZE1I/s220/193025_10150522266215051_661720050_17917421_6166977_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5427263.post-110043079311978011</id><published>2004-11-14T13:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-11-14T12:13:13.120+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Losing it</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.fairybuttons.com/web%20pages/newimages0104/black%20out%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fairybuttons.com/web%20pages/Invisiblesun%20seriespage0ne.htm"&gt;Black Out&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all happened so fast but it was so intense that I couldn't help noticing it.&lt;br /&gt;I simply lost total grip.&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't anywhere anymore. I was no one, nothing.&lt;br /&gt;First, I was sitting here, finishing my homework. On the following moment, I wasn't anymore.&lt;br /&gt;It took a few seconds, but my head is still between realities.&lt;br /&gt;My body became very light. My head floated. My eyes couldn't focus.&lt;br /&gt;Then I was back. Part scared, part confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What has just happened?!?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to write about it, so here I am.&lt;br /&gt;That slow motion feeling still makes me feel heavy, but I am OK now.&lt;br /&gt;Very interesting indeed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;i&gt;Fear comes into being when I desire to be in a particular pattern. &lt;br /&gt;To live without fear means to live without a particular pattern. &lt;br /&gt;When I demand a particular way of living that in itself is a source of fear.&lt;/i&gt;" - J. Krishnamurti&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5427263-110043079311978011?l=bmayo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427263/posts/default/110043079311978011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427263/posts/default/110043079311978011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bmayo.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110043079311978011' title='Losing it'/><author><name>BM2 Love Angel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hZyWgaA1mlo/Tq0dy-nLkhI/AAAAAAAAAFY/8SV3bUzZE1I/s220/193025_10150522266215051_661720050_17917421_6166977_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5427263.post-110020309297612557</id><published>2004-11-11T20:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-11-11T20:58:12.976+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Inner Dialogue</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.godslight.com/assets/images/confusion-for-mat-blk.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.godslight.com/html/confusion_for_materialism_black_light.html"&gt;Under Black Light&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_ I fear.&lt;br /&gt;_ &lt;em&gt;What?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_ Making mistakes again. Mainly repeating the same old ones.&lt;br /&gt;_ &lt;em&gt;Why are yout thinking about that?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_ Because I see that I fall into the same traps over and over again. &lt;strong&gt;I hate that!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_ &lt;em&gt;Does it help you thinking so?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_ Not really, but I can't help it.&lt;br /&gt;_ &lt;em&gt;Are you sure you can't help it or you are just too lazy to do what you have to do?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_ Well...&lt;br /&gt;_ &lt;em&gt;Answer sincerely. You know you don't need to lie to me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_ &lt;strong&gt;But it is not my fault! I am weak! Don't ask so much from me!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_ &lt;em&gt;I am not asking you to do anything, but answer. Actions are in your hands and only &lt;strong&gt;YOU &lt;/strong&gt;can assume the responsibility to have them done.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_ And if I fail?!?&lt;br /&gt;_ &lt;em&gt;Giving up is the only way it might happen...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I won't forget it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;i&gt;Whatever you can do, or dream you can, begin it. &lt;br /&gt;Boldness has genius, power, and magic in it.&lt;/i&gt;" - Goethe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5427263-110020309297612557?l=bmayo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427263/posts/default/110020309297612557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427263/posts/default/110020309297612557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bmayo.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110020309297612557' title='Inner Dialogue'/><author><name>BM2 Love Angel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hZyWgaA1mlo/Tq0dy-nLkhI/AAAAAAAAAFY/8SV3bUzZE1I/s220/193025_10150522266215051_661720050_17917421_6166977_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5427263.post-109991340135189737</id><published>2004-11-08T13:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-11-08T12:30:01.353+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Chaos</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.cs.tufts.edu/~jacob/dl/proto/content/ovidio/chaos.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cs.tufts.edu/~jacob/dl/proto/content/ovidio/"&gt;Chaos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there was chaos...&lt;br /&gt;When I look back at it there are small details that seem to have contributed to that internal explosion, but the real reason why it all started is still a mystery to me.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe as time passes, as I clean my thoughts about it and became more objective, I will see its origin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know exactly when it started.&lt;br /&gt;I was exausted when I noticed what was going on.&lt;br /&gt;Strange... Very strange...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is much better now, but will only heal completely when I reach the starting point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;i&gt;Life always gives us exactly the teacher we need at every moment. &lt;br /&gt;This includes every mosquito, every misfortune, every red light, every traffic jam, every obnoxious supervisor (or employee), every illness, every loss, every moment of joy or depression, every addiction, every piece of garbage, every breath. &lt;br /&gt;Every moment is the Guru.&lt;/i&gt;" - Joko Beck&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5427263-109991340135189737?l=bmayo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427263/posts/default/109991340135189737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427263/posts/default/109991340135189737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bmayo.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109991340135189737' title='Chaos'/><author><name>BM2 Love Angel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hZyWgaA1mlo/Tq0dy-nLkhI/AAAAAAAAAFY/8SV3bUzZE1I/s220/193025_10150522266215051_661720050_17917421_6166977_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5427263.post-109950226585765861</id><published>2004-11-03T18:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T18:17:45.856+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Speechless....</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://users.telenet.be/flan_man/forum_material/sig/negro.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5427263-109950226585765861?l=bmayo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427263/posts/default/109950226585765861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427263/posts/default/109950226585765861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bmayo.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109950226585765861' title='Speechless....'/><author><name>BM2 Love Angel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hZyWgaA1mlo/Tq0dy-nLkhI/AAAAAAAAAFY/8SV3bUzZE1I/s220/193025_10150522266215051_661720050_17917421_6166977_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5427263.post-109804026281976693</id><published>2004-10-17T21:00:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-10-17T21:11:02.820+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Alone</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.felixrigau.com/abstract/abs_6.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.felixrigau.com/abstract/abs_img6.html"&gt;Abstract&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have chosen to spend these days alone.&lt;br /&gt;When my friend said that I needed time to get accustomed to the new "me", I took him for granted. At first, I thought he was exaggerating, but only after I stopped with childish concerns, I could understand that he was right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am vibrating differently, my worries silence and past doesn't bother me anymore.&lt;br /&gt;The feeling of tiredness has left and I can concetrate better.&lt;br /&gt;Every time I try to stop with my stalking, I feel uncomfortable about myself.&lt;br /&gt;My body is working properly and my mind cleaner.&lt;br /&gt;The pitty was at last eliminated from my vocabulary and the heart is breaking free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;i&gt;One thing alone is certain, that man's slavery grows and increases. &lt;br /&gt;Man is becoming a willing slave. He no longer needs chains. &lt;br /&gt;He begins to grow fond of his slavery, to be proud of it. &lt;br /&gt;And this is the most terrible thing that can happen to a man.&lt;/i&gt;" - G.I. Gurdjieff&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5427263-109804026281976693?l=bmayo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427263/posts/default/109804026281976693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427263/posts/default/109804026281976693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bmayo.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109804026281976693' title='Alone'/><author><name>BM2 Love Angel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hZyWgaA1mlo/Tq0dy-nLkhI/AAAAAAAAAFY/8SV3bUzZE1I/s220/193025_10150522266215051_661720050_17917421_6166977_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5427263.post-109769474624149819</id><published>2004-10-13T21:03:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-10-13T21:12:26.243+02:00</updated><title type='text'>On my own</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.kit-chan.blogger.com.br/loneliness.JPG"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't help seeing it coming.&lt;br /&gt;I do feel alone, but despite of being sad, it brings some peace to my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, on the way back to college, I took sometime to look at the clouds.&lt;br /&gt;I was disappointed for not being to arrange certain things.&lt;br /&gt;That slow pace of mine, the cold wind and the sky reminded me of the only certainty one can have: death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once you really realize that there might be no tomorrow, all the useless worries simply vanish. They disolve when facing the holliness of each second and you end up thinking twice before wasting your time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am glad I had this time to remind it myself.&lt;br /&gt;There are still people with whom I would love to be, but by now, I will walk my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;i&gt;They alone attain samadhi who have mastered their senses and are free from anger, free from self-will and from likes and dislikes, without selfish bonds to people and things.&lt;/i&gt;" - Tejabindu Upanishad&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5427263-109769474624149819?l=bmayo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427263/posts/default/109769474624149819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427263/posts/default/109769474624149819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bmayo.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109769474624149819' title='On my own'/><author><name>BM2 Love Angel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hZyWgaA1mlo/Tq0dy-nLkhI/AAAAAAAAAFY/8SV3bUzZE1I/s220/193025_10150522266215051_661720050_17917421_6166977_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5427263.post-109748313478163519</id><published>2004-10-11T10:18:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-10-11T10:25:34.780+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Restarting</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.girlgotica.blogger.com.br/desespero.bmp"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is like getting undressed, but this time, it is the soul who is taking off all the useless accessories it has been keeping around itself.&lt;br /&gt;Little by little, what was complicated becomes simple.&lt;br /&gt;Everything that was hidden, comes up and I learn how to deal with it.&lt;br /&gt;Alertness! &lt;br /&gt;That is the message at this point.&lt;br /&gt;There are so many distractions, so many things that can take the unguarded away from the main objectives.&lt;br /&gt;Life is is more and more like a daily experience.&lt;br /&gt;Every second is unique and at this pace, I am finally reaching further corners of my soul.&lt;br /&gt;No fears are haunting me now and my loneliness is my favorite companion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With affection!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;i&gt;The mind should not seek to achieve oneness with anything.&lt;br /&gt;Not to seek oneness is to be in accord with the natural way.&lt;br /&gt;Relax, be spontaneous and watch.&lt;/i&gt;" - Zhuang Zi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5427263-109748313478163519?l=bmayo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427263/posts/default/109748313478163519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427263/posts/default/109748313478163519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bmayo.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109748313478163519' title='Restarting'/><author><name>BM2 Love Angel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hZyWgaA1mlo/Tq0dy-nLkhI/AAAAAAAAAFY/8SV3bUzZE1I/s220/193025_10150522266215051_661720050_17917421_6166977_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5427263.post-109742470856239845</id><published>2004-10-10T17:49:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-10-10T18:11:48.566+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Dark afternoon</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.conestogaclub.org/pics/personal/dark_sky.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, I had no strength anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I was not tired, but after that deep breath, everything became dark.&lt;br /&gt;My legs failed sustaining me and my body fell on the cold floor.&lt;br /&gt;It all happened so fast that part of me couldn't understand what was going on.&lt;br /&gt;Without any sign, the light was gone and my eyes couldn't see for some time.&lt;br /&gt;I remained sitting until I felt my hands could rise me again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, I am not trying to understand.&lt;br /&gt;Deep inside, I knew it would happen any time soon.&lt;br /&gt;It was just a matter of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;i&gt;There are no doors inside.&lt;br /&gt;It is an open space, an open sky.&lt;br /&gt;But to know this open sky is to realize the deathless principle of your existence.&lt;/i&gt;" - Zen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5427263-109742470856239845?l=bmayo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427263/posts/default/109742470856239845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427263/posts/default/109742470856239845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bmayo.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109742470856239845' title='Dark afternoon'/><author><name>BM2 Love Angel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hZyWgaA1mlo/Tq0dy-nLkhI/AAAAAAAAAFY/8SV3bUzZE1I/s220/193025_10150522266215051_661720050_17917421_6166977_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5427263.post-109732460010072893</id><published>2004-10-09T14:16:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-10-09T14:23:20.100+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Tiredness</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.awakeltd.info/images/05.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel tired.&lt;br /&gt;It was like that the whole week.&lt;br /&gt;My energy is going away while I experience new journeys and thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;Everything is difficult and not even the extra hours in bed are helping.&lt;br /&gt;It is a moment of change and all I can do is to get accustomed to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;i&gt;There is no path to truth, it must come to you. &lt;br /&gt;Truth can come to you only when your mind and heart are simple, clear, and there is love in your heart; not if your heart is filled with the things of the mind.&lt;/i&gt;" - J. Krishnamurti&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5427263-109732460010072893?l=bmayo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.awakeltd.info/news_resources/news_article.asp?nid=45' title='Tiredness'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427263/posts/default/109732460010072893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427263/posts/default/109732460010072893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bmayo.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109732460010072893' title='Tiredness'/><author><name>BM2 Love Angel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hZyWgaA1mlo/Tq0dy-nLkhI/AAAAAAAAAFY/8SV3bUzZE1I/s220/193025_10150522266215051_661720050_17917421_6166977_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5427263.post-109692083903067352</id><published>2004-10-04T22:07:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-10-04T22:18:53.266+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Confused</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.lilchitownlady.com/images/confused%20thoughts.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lilchitownlady.com/pages/confused%20thoughts.htm"&gt;Confused Thoughts&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am confused, but not because I don't know what to do, it is just that suddenly I was surrounded by too many feelings and emotions that I didn't expect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missed again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time my feelings were clear. I knew what I wanted. I knew included that I couldn't have it for my own sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hurt, sad, wish I had someone to talk to, but deep inside, I know it would be wrong.&lt;br /&gt;I have to stay my own. I have to face my own demons. I have to fight this battle alone in order to win.&lt;br /&gt;It is so much easier to find someone to blame instead of looking for a solution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I have to take some steps behind and grow, so why don't I just do it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might be experiencing some delay again, but this time &lt;strong&gt;I AM NOT GONNA GIVE IT UP&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*a bliss*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;i&gt;To be aware, without condemnation or justification, of the activities of the self, - just to be aware - is sufficient.&lt;/i&gt;" - J. Krishnamurti&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5427263-109692083903067352?l=bmayo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.deeshan.com' title='Confused'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427263/posts/default/109692083903067352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427263/posts/default/109692083903067352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bmayo.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109692083903067352' title='Confused'/><author><name>BM2 Love Angel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hZyWgaA1mlo/Tq0dy-nLkhI/AAAAAAAAAFY/8SV3bUzZE1I/s220/193025_10150522266215051_661720050_17917421_6166977_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5427263.post-109671907159856087</id><published>2004-10-02T13:47:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-10-02T14:11:11.600+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Got caught on my own</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.allthingsspiritual.org/images/bluewinter.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.allthingsspiritual.org/poetry/winter_blue.htm"&gt;Winter Blue&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today life played a funny trick on me.&lt;br /&gt;I had so many plans for the weekend in order to keep myself busy with less important things, but it ended up being a calm, windy and gray Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to a break in communication, I didn't go to my Tensegrity practice and I will have to do the most intense exercise so far for me: face myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to think that I was so strong, independent and straight minded, but what I failed to realize that it was nothing but a superficial costume.&lt;br /&gt;I was cleaning myself by putting all the dust under the carpet.&lt;br /&gt;It is just that the time that is over and I have to move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been talking so much about it, but yet doing so little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't run away today though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*love*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;i&gt;Meditation means: bliss in being alone. &lt;br /&gt;One is really alive when one has become capable of it, when there is no dependence anymore on anybody, on any situation, on any condition.&lt;/i&gt;" - Mohan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5427263-109671907159856087?l=bmayo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427263/posts/default/109671907159856087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427263/posts/default/109671907159856087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bmayo.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109671907159856087' title='Got caught on my own'/><author><name>BM2 Love Angel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hZyWgaA1mlo/Tq0dy-nLkhI/AAAAAAAAAFY/8SV3bUzZE1I/s220/193025_10150522266215051_661720050_17917421_6166977_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5427263.post-109664662745228986</id><published>2004-10-01T17:43:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-10-02T13:46:44.850+02:00</updated><title type='text'>All I want is my Present</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.lynnepittard.com/images/lp430s.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lynnepittard.com/lploneflight.htm"&gt;Lonely Flight&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays, fantacizing has the power of boring me.&lt;br /&gt;It is not that I quit on dreaming, but such things gained a new meaning to me.&lt;br /&gt;They are not obvious as before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I talk about &lt;em&gt;dreaming&lt;/em&gt; I think about reality as well, since I don't see anything difference between them.&lt;br /&gt;But when I think about fantasies, a suddenly disconfort runs all over my body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They sound like just a sweet excuse to escape from what matters and hide oneself comfortably in the cowardness cave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, that is not what I want for myself anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to clean up my soul and fly away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;i&gt;Just live the moment.&lt;br /&gt;And whatever qualities and whatever talents you have,&lt;br /&gt;use them to the fullest.&lt;/i&gt;" - Osho&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5427263-109664662745228986?l=bmayo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427263/posts/default/109664662745228986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427263/posts/default/109664662745228986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bmayo.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109664662745228986' title='All I want is my Present'/><author><name>BM2 Love Angel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hZyWgaA1mlo/Tq0dy-nLkhI/AAAAAAAAAFY/8SV3bUzZE1I/s220/193025_10150522266215051_661720050_17917421_6166977_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5427263.post-109645400407971354</id><published>2004-09-29T13:16:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-09-29T12:33:24.080+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Illusion</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.earthlink.net/~andrewmaz/images/illusion.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://home.earthlink.net/~andrewmaz/"&gt;Illusion&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, everything changes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside, clouds started covering the sun and the wind returned.&lt;br /&gt;It was not cold, but something in the air was new.&lt;br /&gt;Inside, silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was time to realize that somethings had to be done before being able to move ahead.&lt;br /&gt;There was no reason anymore to be attached to memories when the main objective was to break free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesnt have anything to do with ignoring the past, but as long as one refuses to clean the past and face the present, all they have is nothing but ilusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;i&gt;In Tibetan, the word for body is 'lu', which means 'something you leave behind,' like baggage. &lt;br /&gt;Each time we say 'lu', it reminds us that we are only travellers, taking temporary refuge in this life and this body.&lt;/i&gt;" - Sogyal Rinpoche&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5427263-109645400407971354?l=bmayo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.deeshan.com' title='Illusion'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427263/posts/default/109645400407971354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427263/posts/default/109645400407971354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bmayo.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109645400407971354' title='Illusion'/><author><name>BM2 Love Angel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hZyWgaA1mlo/Tq0dy-nLkhI/AAAAAAAAAFY/8SV3bUzZE1I/s220/193025_10150522266215051_661720050_17917421_6166977_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5427263.post-109635665008857889</id><published>2004-09-28T09:22:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-09-28T09:30:50.090+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling peaceful</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.lazaris.com/publibrary/Images/HarmonicWorld.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is how I feel today: in peace.&lt;br /&gt;I was having some funny days since last Friday or so, and yesterday I was like a child jumping inside, bumping into my thoughts and plans.&lt;br /&gt;I had to let it go for awhile and then get back on the track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came all the way to school taking deep breaths in order to rearrange myself.&lt;br /&gt;I was lost in dreams again and was putting myself at the center of the Universe for a while.&lt;br /&gt;It was a pleasant fantasy, but it is reality, the REAL reality, that interests me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am awake again.&lt;br /&gt;Living my life as it should be. &lt;br /&gt;I am conscious and I am happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is to be felt intensively and then let it flow.&lt;br /&gt;If I really want to follow this path of impecability, I better relax from my old conceptions and simply live...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With affection!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;i&gt;The price of freedom is eternal vigilance&lt;/i&gt;" - Thomas Jefferson&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5427263-109635665008857889?l=bmayo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427263/posts/default/109635665008857889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427263/posts/default/109635665008857889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bmayo.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109635665008857889' title='Feeling peaceful'/><author><name>BM2 Love Angel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hZyWgaA1mlo/Tq0dy-nLkhI/AAAAAAAAAFY/8SV3bUzZE1I/s220/193025_10150522266215051_661720050_17917421_6166977_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5427263.post-109592582302200799</id><published>2004-09-23T09:50:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-09-23T09:50:23.023+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Inner Universe</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img14.photobucket.com/albums/v42/Aaron123/AI%20News%20Links/gst-3of_a_kind.bmp"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have already mentioned sometimes here how much I like Animes and their soundtracks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days, I have been watching Stand Alone Complex. For those who have watched Ghost in the Shell (a classic) the caracters are known.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The opening song from it is incredibly beautiful and I decided posting the translation here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*greetings*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;i&gt;Ghost in the Shell: Standalone Complex&lt;br /&gt;Inner Universe (Opening Theme)&lt;br /&gt;Vocals: Origa&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics: Origa/Shanti Snyder&lt;br /&gt;Music: Yoko Kanno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angels and demons were circling above me&lt;br /&gt;Breaking the hardships and starry ways*&lt;br /&gt;The only one who doesn't know the happiness&lt;br /&gt;is the one who couldn't understand his call&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am Calling Calling now, Spirits rise and falling&lt;br /&gt;To stay myself longer...&lt;br /&gt;Calling Calling, in the depth of longing&lt;br /&gt;To stay myself longer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stand alone... Where was life when it had a meaning...&lt;br /&gt;Stand alone... Nothing's real anymore and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Endless run...&lt;br /&gt;While I'm alive, I can try not to fall while flying,&lt;br /&gt;Not to forget how to dream... how to love&lt;br /&gt;...Endless run...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calling Calling, For the place of knowing&lt;br /&gt;There's more that what can be linked&lt;br /&gt;Calling Calling, Never will I look away&lt;br /&gt;For what life has left for me&lt;br /&gt;Yearning Yearning, for what's left of loving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To stay myself longer...&lt;br /&gt;Calling Calling now, Spirits rise and falling&lt;br /&gt;To stay myself longer...&lt;br /&gt;Calling Calling, in the depth of longing&lt;br /&gt;To stay myself longer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*The booklet has an evident mistake in this line. &lt;br /&gt;The actual line that is sung should be translated as "Swishing through the hardships and milky ways".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Translated by roxfan (roxfan@skynet.be)  &lt;/i&gt;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5427263-109592582302200799?l=bmayo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427263/posts/default/109592582302200799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427263/posts/default/109592582302200799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bmayo.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109592582302200799' title='Inner Universe'/><author><name>BM2 Love Angel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hZyWgaA1mlo/Tq0dy-nLkhI/AAAAAAAAAFY/8SV3bUzZE1I/s220/193025_10150522266215051_661720050_17917421_6166977_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5427263.post-109585093262680178</id><published>2004-09-22T13:54:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-09-22T13:03:23.710+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Lovers Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.maui.net/~manor/pm-lovers-in-paradise.JPG"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.maui.net/~manor/pic18.html"&gt;Lovers in Paradise&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Brazil, not it is the beginning of spring, but we celebrate the lovers day as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovers have no identity, age, shape or race, they simply let the vulcan of passion run free in their vains and explode in acts of beauty and intensity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One may seek for love and security, but it is in the freedom of lovers that one can beyond all limits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flowers and kisses to all lovers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;i&gt;"The only abnormality is the incapacity to love."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Anais Nin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5427263-109585093262680178?l=bmayo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.maui.net/~manor/pic18.html' title='Lovers Day'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427263/posts/default/109585093262680178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427263/posts/default/109585093262680178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bmayo.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109585093262680178' title='Lovers Day'/><author><name>BM2 Love Angel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hZyWgaA1mlo/Tq0dy-nLkhI/AAAAAAAAAFY/8SV3bUzZE1I/s220/193025_10150522266215051_661720050_17917421_6166977_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5427263.post-109578452971336021</id><published>2004-09-21T18:27:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-09-21T18:36:32.710+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Travelling towards the Unknown</title><content type='html'>That is what I am doing at this period of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided breaking up with my own conventions and permitting myself to speak the language of silence again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is still new, I can even say, superficial, but yet nothing is the same anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I caught myself touching the Infinit while having lunch.&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't meditating or doing any exercise.&lt;br /&gt;It is simply came to me as it: simple and pure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, it will be another day with new challenges and surprises.&lt;br /&gt;I try not to have expectations about it because all I want now is to be able to let it all flow, naturally...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With affection!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;i&gt;Water is the softest thing, yet it can penetrate mountains and earth. &lt;br /&gt;This shows clearly the principle of softness overcoming hardness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lao Zi&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5427263-109578452971336021?l=bmayo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.deeshan.com' title='Travelling towards the Unknown'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427263/posts/default/109578452971336021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427263/posts/default/109578452971336021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bmayo.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109578452971336021' title='Travelling towards the Unknown'/><author><name>BM2 Love Angel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hZyWgaA1mlo/Tq0dy-nLkhI/AAAAAAAAAFY/8SV3bUzZE1I/s220/193025_10150522266215051_661720050_17917421_6166977_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5427263.post-109568147953033330</id><published>2004-09-20T13:52:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-09-20T13:59:10.813+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Changes</title><content type='html'>I decided coming up with some changes here.&lt;br /&gt;In fact, I was looking forward to changing thing in my blogs since I had returned from Brazil, but I prefer letting things flow sometimes, instead of forcing new attitudes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not that I don't love Lain anymore, but I had to make room for the Mulher Vento (Woman Wind) as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was yesterday that I came up with this template.&lt;br /&gt;It is still Anime, but has something more.&lt;br /&gt;Although I don't have black hair and blue eyes, I identified myself with that girl. &lt;br /&gt;And yes... The raven!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the changes in me are more to be lived than spoken.&lt;br /&gt;Sooner or later they will be visible to you as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*love*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;i&gt; The Book I would pass to my children would contain no sermons, no shoulds and oughts. Genuine love comes from knowledge, not from a sense of duty or guilt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alan Watts &lt;/i&gt;***&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5427263-109568147953033330?l=bmayo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.deeshan.com' title='Changes'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427263/posts/default/109568147953033330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427263/posts/default/109568147953033330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bmayo.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109568147953033330' title='Changes'/><author><name>BM2 Love Angel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hZyWgaA1mlo/Tq0dy-nLkhI/AAAAAAAAAFY/8SV3bUzZE1I/s220/193025_10150522266215051_661720050_17917421_6166977_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5427263.post-109541945172441198</id><published>2004-09-17T13:10:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-09-17T13:10:51.726+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Personal Power</title><content type='html'>    "It doesn't matter how one was brought up. What determines&lt;br /&gt;    the way one does anything is personal power. A man is only&lt;br /&gt;    the sum of his personal power, and that sum determines how&lt;br /&gt;    he lives and how he dies."                  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don Juan Matus &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5427263-109541945172441198?l=bmayo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427263/posts/default/109541945172441198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427263/posts/default/109541945172441198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bmayo.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109541945172441198' title='Personal Power'/><author><name>BM2 Love Angel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hZyWgaA1mlo/Tq0dy-nLkhI/AAAAAAAAAFY/8SV3bUzZE1I/s220/193025_10150522266215051_661720050_17917421_6166977_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5427263.post-109532658849426918</id><published>2004-09-16T11:17:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-09-16T11:23:08.493+02:00</updated><title type='text'>It is funny</title><content type='html'>I wish I could talk about myself. About how I am feeling, what I am thinking, but words still don't come out.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if there is really that much to be said as my mind insists to repeat.&lt;br /&gt;I have rediscovered ideas that were brought to me years ago and that I denied because of the silliest reasons ever.&lt;br /&gt;Now, I sit here, look at the window and I feel speechless.&lt;br /&gt;My soul travels high to places my body could never visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am free!&lt;br /&gt;Not totally, but part of me doesn't want to sit back, relax and become nothing more than a spectator of fate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is only the beginning of the road...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where it ends doesn't matter now because only if one lives the Present can they experience Future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*love*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5427263-109532658849426918?l=bmayo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427263/posts/default/109532658849426918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427263/posts/default/109532658849426918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bmayo.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109532658849426918' title='It is funny'/><author><name>BM2 Love Angel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hZyWgaA1mlo/Tq0dy-nLkhI/AAAAAAAAAFY/8SV3bUzZE1I/s220/193025_10150522266215051_661720050_17917421_6166977_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5427263.post-109523951571121404</id><published>2004-09-15T11:09:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-09-15T11:11:55.713+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Meditation tips</title><content type='html'>Awakening does not mean that this particular form you inhabit should or will be a saint,or a great artist, or king of the world. &lt;br /&gt;It means you can know without a doubt that who you are is not limited to form. &lt;br /&gt;Who you are is what the world appears in, what the cosmos appears in, what space itself appears in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gangaji&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know that nothing is more precious for you to realize your inner silence. &lt;br /&gt;This silence is a by-product of the harmony between your body, your heart and your intellect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omraam Mikhaël Aïvanhov&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best way to make your dreams come true is - wake up.&lt;br /&gt;Never think of the future - it comes soon enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be always honest and clear with whatever/whoever you face in your life. &lt;br /&gt;By expressing yourself simply and clearly whenever needed the mirror of your being will always remain clean. &lt;br /&gt;Dusting off our being is a daily meditation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nhasti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just let things be in their own way and there will be neither coming nor going. &lt;br /&gt;Obey the nature of things (your own nature), and you will walk freely and undisturbed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sosan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5427263-109523951571121404?l=bmayo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.deeshan.com' title='Meditation tips'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427263/posts/default/109523951571121404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427263/posts/default/109523951571121404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bmayo.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109523951571121404' title='Meditation tips'/><author><name>BM2 Love Angel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hZyWgaA1mlo/Tq0dy-nLkhI/AAAAAAAAAFY/8SV3bUzZE1I/s220/193025_10150522266215051_661720050_17917421_6166977_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5427263.post-109507138757150550</id><published>2004-09-13T13:27:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-09-13T12:29:47.570+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Meditation tips</title><content type='html'>Liberation is understanding that you are already liberated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Osho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mind exists in desiring; hence mind can never leave you without desire. &lt;br /&gt;If you are without desire, mind dies immediately. &lt;br /&gt;That's the whole secret of meditation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mojud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is hope in men, not in society, not in systems, not in organized religious systems, but in you and in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J. Krishnamurti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tree is known by its fruit; a man by his deeds.&lt;br /&gt;A good deed is never lost; he who sows courtesy reaps friendship, and he who plants kindness gathers love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heaven and hell are not places one goes after death, but in the here and now!&lt;br /&gt;Good and evil are all in the thought, and the gates of heaven and hell will open to you at any time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hakuin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5427263-109507138757150550?l=bmayo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.deeshan.com/' title='Meditation tips'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427263/posts/default/109507138757150550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427263/posts/default/109507138757150550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bmayo.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109507138757150550' title='Meditation tips'/><author><name>BM2 Love Angel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hZyWgaA1mlo/Tq0dy-nLkhI/AAAAAAAAAFY/8SV3bUzZE1I/s220/193025_10150522266215051_661720050_17917421_6166977_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5427263.post-109466429468621864</id><published>2004-09-08T19:21:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-09-08T20:37:51.000+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Meditation Tips</title><content type='html'>You know what meditation is when your Self is purified of all hocus-pocus about mind, soul, spirit, and other intellectual jargon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alan Watts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't try to correct, suppress or cultivate anything. &lt;br /&gt;Don't try to place your mind inwardly. &lt;br /&gt;Don't search for an object to meditate upon outwardly. &lt;br /&gt;Rest in the meditator, mind itself, without fabricating anything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paltrul Rinpoche&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more you know yourself, the more clarity there is. &lt;br /&gt;Self-knowledge has no end - you don't come to an achievement, you don't come to a conclusion. &lt;br /&gt;It is an endless river.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J. Krishnamurti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace does not mean to be in a place where there is no noise, trouble, or hard work.  Peace&lt;br /&gt;means to be in the midst of all those things and still be calm in your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marcel Morin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be yourself gives you all that you need to feel fulfilled, all that can make your life meaningful, significant. &lt;br /&gt;Just being yourself and growing according to your nature will bring the fulfillment of your destiny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Osho&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5427263-109466429468621864?l=bmayo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.deeshan.com' title='Meditation Tips'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427263/posts/default/109466429468621864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427263/posts/default/109466429468621864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bmayo.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109466429468621864' title='Meditation Tips'/><author><name>BM2 Love Angel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hZyWgaA1mlo/Tq0dy-nLkhI/AAAAAAAAAFY/8SV3bUzZE1I/s220/193025_10150522266215051_661720050_17917421_6166977_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5427263.post-109454124146667684</id><published>2004-09-07T09:12:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-09-07T09:14:01.466+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Live - Lenny Kravitz</title><content type='html'>You give me straight like yard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired of all the talk they're talkin' all over this town&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of all the negativity that's going 'round&lt;br /&gt;We focus all our energy on things that bring us down&lt;br /&gt;Let's put our voices all together and make a joyful sound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do just what you wanna do&lt;br /&gt;Oh let the sun come shining through&lt;br /&gt;Everybody&lt;br /&gt;Live, live&lt;br /&gt;Everybody live&lt;br /&gt;Everybody live&lt;br /&gt;You got to do it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is the most precious gift I thank the Lord for mine&lt;br /&gt;I hope you feel the same my friend I hope you're feeling fine&lt;br /&gt;The choice is yours your destiny is waiting on the line&lt;br /&gt;You better get busy with living or you're busy dying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do just what you wanna do&lt;br /&gt;Oh let the sun come shining through&lt;br /&gt;Everybody&lt;br /&gt;Live, yeah yeah yeah yeah, live&lt;br /&gt;Everybody live&lt;br /&gt;Come on and sing&lt;br /&gt;Live&lt;br /&gt;You got to do it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance just to dance&lt;br /&gt;Yeah yeah yeah yeah&lt;br /&gt;Come on&lt;br /&gt;Hey !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do just what you wanna do&lt;br /&gt;Oh let the sun come shining through&lt;br /&gt;Everybody&lt;br /&gt;Live, hmm, come on live&lt;br /&gt;Yeah yeah yeah yeah&lt;br /&gt;Everybody live&lt;br /&gt;Sing with the yeah yeah yeah yeah&lt;br /&gt;Live&lt;br /&gt;Come on and do what you want now&lt;br /&gt;Everybody live&lt;br /&gt;Live come on yeah&lt;br /&gt;Live&lt;br /&gt;Everybody live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on&lt;br /&gt;You got to do it&lt;br /&gt;Live &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Music: Lenny Kravitz &amp; Craig Ross - Lyrics: Lenny Kravitz&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5427263-109454124146667684?l=bmayo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.lennykravitz.com/' title='Live - Lenny Kravitz'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427263/posts/default/109454124146667684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427263/posts/default/109454124146667684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bmayo.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109454124146667684' title='Live - Lenny Kravitz'/><author><name>BM2 Love Angel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hZyWgaA1mlo/Tq0dy-nLkhI/AAAAAAAAAFY/8SV3bUzZE1I/s220/193025_10150522266215051_661720050_17917421_6166977_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5427263.post-109448095827598786</id><published>2004-09-06T16:25:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-09-06T16:29:18.276+02:00</updated><title type='text'>It feels almost weird</title><content type='html'>I still don't know towards which direction I should follow.&lt;br /&gt;The possibilities are many, but yet, the brain fights against the obvious.&lt;br /&gt;There are so many places to run that I have no clue what to choose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, past is being cleaned and the present becomes a constant lesson to the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words are not confusing and thoughts disturbing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I think it is too much, others I want it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't call me anything yet and I will be very happy when I simply manage to Be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*love always*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5427263-109448095827598786?l=bmayo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427263/posts/default/109448095827598786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427263/posts/default/109448095827598786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bmayo.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109448095827598786' title='It feels almost weird'/><author><name>BM2 Love Angel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hZyWgaA1mlo/Tq0dy-nLkhI/AAAAAAAAAFY/8SV3bUzZE1I/s220/193025_10150522266215051_661720050_17917421_6166977_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5427263.post-109437690174422451</id><published>2004-09-05T11:32:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-09-05T11:35:01.746+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Meditation Tips</title><content type='html'>To be ready to die, we have to be ready to live - to live with such care, humility, passion and fearlessness that the future disappears in the fullness of the eternal present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrew Cohen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I am teaching here is: No Way. &lt;br /&gt;There is really no way, because truth is not a goal. &lt;br /&gt;All ways lead away from where we are. &lt;br /&gt;There is no way of being here and now but to be here and now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Osho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, there are no mistakes, only lessons.&lt;br /&gt;Love yourself, trust your choices, and everything is possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cherie Carter-Scott&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be juicy is to be: &lt;br /&gt;a fearlessly joyous optimist, a troublemaker tirelessly afflicting the comfortable, a passionate lover of good talk and tasty food, an anonymous prophet hovering over the cosmological riddle, a frequent violator of the ordinance against indecent exposure of the heart, and a guerilla in the insurrection against the dream molestors everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rich Heffern&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are here to do.&lt;br /&gt;And through doing to learn;&lt;br /&gt;and through learning to know;&lt;br /&gt;and through knowing to experience wonder;&lt;br /&gt;and through wonder to attain wisdom;&lt;br /&gt;and through wisdom to find simplicity;&lt;br /&gt;and simplicity to give attention;&lt;br /&gt;and through attention to see what needs to be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from the Pirke Avot (Sayings or Ethics of the Fathers) &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5427263-109437690174422451?l=bmayo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.deeshan.com' title='Meditation Tips'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427263/posts/default/109437690174422451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427263/posts/default/109437690174422451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bmayo.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109437690174422451' title='Meditation Tips'/><author><name>BM2 Love Angel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hZyWgaA1mlo/Tq0dy-nLkhI/AAAAAAAAAFY/8SV3bUzZE1I/s220/193025_10150522266215051_661720050_17917421_6166977_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5427263.post-109412850177575986</id><published>2004-09-02T14:34:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-09-02T14:35:01.776+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Blowin' in the wind - Bob Dylan</title><content type='html'>How many roads must a man walk down&lt;br /&gt;Before you call him a man?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, 'n' how many seas must a white dove sail&lt;br /&gt;Before she sleeps in the sand?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, 'n' how many times must the cannon balls fly&lt;br /&gt;Before they're forever banned?&lt;br /&gt;The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind,&lt;br /&gt;The answer is blowin' in the wind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many times must a man look up&lt;br /&gt;Before he can see the sky?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, 'n' how many ears must one man have&lt;br /&gt;Before he can hear people cry?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, 'n' how many deaths will it take till he knows&lt;br /&gt;That too many people have died?&lt;br /&gt;The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind,&lt;br /&gt;The answer is blowin' in the wind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many years can a mountain exist&lt;br /&gt;Before it's washed to the sea?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, 'n' how many years can some people exist&lt;br /&gt;Before they're allowed to be free?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, 'n' how many times can a man turn his head,&lt;br /&gt;Pretending he just doesn't see?&lt;br /&gt;The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind,&lt;br /&gt;The answer is blowin' in the wind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5427263-109412850177575986?l=bmayo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427263/posts/default/109412850177575986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427263/posts/default/109412850177575986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bmayo.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109412850177575986' title='Blowin&apos; in the wind - Bob Dylan'/><author><name>BM2 Love Angel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hZyWgaA1mlo/Tq0dy-nLkhI/AAAAAAAAAFY/8SV3bUzZE1I/s220/193025_10150522266215051_661720050_17917421_6166977_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5427263.post-109403832890062138</id><published>2004-09-01T13:31:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-09-01T13:32:08.900+02:00</updated><title type='text'>My trip - part 1</title><content type='html'>Well...&lt;br /&gt;It all started at 6am on Friday 23rd July, 2004.&lt;br /&gt;Man! I hate waking up early, but it was for a good reason and I made my best not to get late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am one of those freaks who travel only by the window so I like to be the first at the check-in desk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flan drove me to the airport and waited until I passed the Customs gate. So sweet...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate those "good-byes". They are always difficult even if you are going away for just a month (and at first I didn't want to travel that much).&lt;br /&gt;I managed to set him free though  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first stop was Madrid.&lt;br /&gt;Because of wrong information, I was going to arrive there at about mid-day but my connection was going to depart only at about midnight  &lt;br /&gt;I think that soon they are going to hire me as a tour guide in Barajas (the airport in Madrid) because it is not the first time I have to spend so many hours there walking around.&lt;br /&gt;I know now every corner of that airport. &lt;br /&gt;Not that it is a big one, but tricky  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I filled my bag with snacks, had my GBA with me and two games. I had a 5-hour wait ahead of me until my friend could arrive there from work and save me from total boredom but I was ready for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know Virgin Airlines was asking money for those tasteless sandwiches of them.  I got myself just that ridiculous Coke can (that little thingie) and decided waiting for that delicious ham sandwich in Spain to satisfy my hunger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day was beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;There was little turbulence and I could really enjoy the view and the flight since the closest person was one sit away from me.&lt;br /&gt;The landing was not the best, but still smooth.&lt;br /&gt;And this time I didn't get lost at the airport. and even my suitcase showed very fast! Isn't it cute?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My next step was finding the shop of Pluna Airline and getting my ticket...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(to be continued) &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5427263-109403832890062138?l=bmayo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427263/posts/default/109403832890062138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427263/posts/default/109403832890062138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bmayo.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109403832890062138' title='My trip - part 1'/><author><name>BM2 Love Angel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hZyWgaA1mlo/Tq0dy-nLkhI/AAAAAAAAAFY/8SV3bUzZE1I/s220/193025_10150522266215051_661720050_17917421_6166977_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5427263.post-109389723385496019</id><published>2004-08-30T22:09:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-08-30T22:20:33.853+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Quotations</title><content type='html'>These days I am not bothering about getting enlightenment all the time,&lt;br /&gt;And the result is that I wake up in the morning feeling fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bankei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our own life is the instrument with which we experiment with truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thich Nhat Hanh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short, no matter what takes place in you rmind, let it rest without fabricating anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paltrul Rinpoche&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you understand, things are as they are.&lt;br /&gt;If you do not understand, things are as they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gensha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enlightenment is a rare combination of innocence and intelligence, having words for _expression and, at the same time, being very silent. &lt;br /&gt;In that state, the mind is fully in the present moment. &lt;br /&gt;Whatever is necessary is revealed to you in such a natural and spontaneous way, you just sit and the song of the nature flows through you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sri Sri Ravishankar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5427263-109389723385496019?l=bmayo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.deeshan.com' title='Quotations'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427263/posts/default/109389723385496019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427263/posts/default/109389723385496019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bmayo.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109389723385496019' title='Quotations'/><author><name>BM2 Love Angel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hZyWgaA1mlo/Tq0dy-nLkhI/AAAAAAAAAFY/8SV3bUzZE1I/s220/193025_10150522266215051_661720050_17917421_6166977_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5427263.post-109385618187943005</id><published>2004-08-30T10:54:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-08-30T10:56:21.880+02:00</updated><title type='text'>A Horse With No Name - America</title><content type='html'>On the first part of the journey &lt;br /&gt;I was looking at all the life &lt;br /&gt;There were plants and birds and rocks and things &lt;br /&gt;There was sand and hills and rings &lt;br /&gt;The first thing I met was a fly with a buzz &lt;br /&gt;And the sky with no clouds &lt;br /&gt;The heat was hot and the ground was dry &lt;br /&gt;But the air was full of sound &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been through the desert on a horse with no name &lt;br /&gt;It felt good to be out of the rain &lt;br /&gt;In the desert you can remember your name &lt;br /&gt;'Cause there ain't no one for to give you no pain &lt;br /&gt;La, la ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After two days in the desert sun &lt;br /&gt;My skin began to turn red &lt;br /&gt;After three days in the desert fun &lt;br /&gt;I was looking at a river bed &lt;br /&gt;And the story it told of a river that flowed &lt;br /&gt;Made me sad to think it was dead &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see I've been through the desert on a horse with no name &lt;br /&gt;It felt good to be out of the rain &lt;br /&gt;In the desert you can remember your name &lt;br /&gt;'Cause there ain't no one for to give you no pain &lt;br /&gt;La, la ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After nine days I let the horse run free &lt;br /&gt;'Cause the desert had turned to sea &lt;br /&gt;There were plants and birds and rocks and things &lt;br /&gt;there was sand and hills and rings &lt;br /&gt;The ocean is a desert with it's life underground &lt;br /&gt;And a perfect disguise above &lt;br /&gt;Under the cities lies a heart made of ground &lt;br /&gt;But the humans will give no love &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see I've been through the desert on a horse with no name &lt;br /&gt;It felt good to be out of the rain &lt;br /&gt;In the desert you can remember your name &lt;br /&gt;'Cause there ain't no one for to give you no pain &lt;br /&gt;La, la ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5427263-109385618187943005?l=bmayo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427263/posts/default/109385618187943005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427263/posts/default/109385618187943005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bmayo.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109385618187943005' title='A Horse With No Name - America'/><author><name>BM2 Love Angel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hZyWgaA1mlo/Tq0dy-nLkhI/AAAAAAAAAFY/8SV3bUzZE1I/s220/193025_10150522266215051_661720050_17917421_6166977_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5427263.post-109363548181718289</id><published>2004-08-27T21:33:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-08-27T21:38:01.816+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Doubts</title><content type='html'>Part of me wants to talk. I wish I could share everything I have seen, felt, experienced, but it feels wrong.&lt;br /&gt;I should just keep them for myself. That is one of the lessons, but I am not completely fine with it yet.&lt;br /&gt;I am writing constantly, but the words come out vague.&lt;br /&gt;It is my time to Be not to Speak.&lt;br /&gt;I am learning again fast. It has years since it happened that way.&lt;br /&gt;I am not happy or sad. &lt;br /&gt;I don't have any opinion or thoughts about it.&lt;br /&gt;Staying foccused on the present has been my hardest task now.&lt;br /&gt;I am not accustomed to it. &lt;br /&gt;I forgot how important it is, even when the present seems so uninteresting.&lt;br /&gt;I am still all I have. And as long as I don't work harder on it, illusions will deceive me and I won't be able to complain about the devastating results it might bring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flying away...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5427263-109363548181718289?l=bmayo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427263/posts/default/109363548181718289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427263/posts/default/109363548181718289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bmayo.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109363548181718289' title='Doubts'/><author><name>BM2 Love Angel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hZyWgaA1mlo/Tq0dy-nLkhI/AAAAAAAAAFY/8SV3bUzZE1I/s220/193025_10150522266215051_661720050_17917421_6166977_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5427263.post-109251917745183260</id><published>2004-08-14T23:31:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-08-14T23:32:57.450+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Still in Brazil</title><content type='html'>Hi everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still visiting mom and spending little time online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgive my silence but be sure that I will have lots of news on my return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kisses!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5427263-109251917745183260?l=bmayo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427263/posts/default/109251917745183260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427263/posts/default/109251917745183260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bmayo.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109251917745183260' title='Still in Brazil'/><author><name>BM2 Love Angel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hZyWgaA1mlo/Tq0dy-nLkhI/AAAAAAAAAFY/8SV3bUzZE1I/s220/193025_10150522266215051_661720050_17917421_6166977_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5427263.post-109051511518533323</id><published>2004-07-23T06:50:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-07-22T18:51:55.186+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Crossing the River - The Devlins</title><content type='html'>Something tells me I can trust in you &lt;br /&gt;There's no pretense in the things you do &lt;br /&gt;So much water under the bridge &lt;br /&gt;And I'm standing here at the water's edge &lt;br /&gt;Looking into your eyes &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm crossing the river to get to you &lt;br /&gt;I'm crossing the river &lt;br /&gt;Crossing the river &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You had the longing of a broken heart &lt;br /&gt;Shine your light in a room that was frozen dark &lt;br /&gt;Looking into your eyes (looking into your eyes) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm crossing the river (crossing the river ) to get to you &lt;br /&gt;I'm crossing the river (crossing the river) &lt;br /&gt;And this time I'll make it through &lt;br /&gt;With your faith and your arms open wide &lt;br /&gt;I see you there on the other side &lt;br /&gt;Crossing the river, of fear and pride &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no turning back, &lt;br /&gt;I know I've come so far and I've got so far to go &lt;br /&gt;Looking into your eyes (looking into your eyes) &lt;br /&gt;I'm crossing the river (crossing the river ) to get to you &lt;br /&gt;I'm crossing the river (crossing the river) &lt;br /&gt;And this time I'll make it through &lt;br /&gt;With your faith and your arms open wide &lt;br /&gt;I see you there on the other side &lt;br /&gt;Crossing the river, of fear and pride &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I'm crossing the river &lt;br /&gt;I'm crossing the river (crossing the river) &lt;br /&gt;Crossing the river to get to you &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5427263-109051511518533323?l=bmayo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427263/posts/default/109051511518533323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427263/posts/default/109051511518533323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bmayo.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109051511518533323' title='Crossing the River - The Devlins'/><author><name>BM2 Love Angel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hZyWgaA1mlo/Tq0dy-nLkhI/AAAAAAAAAFY/8SV3bUzZE1I/s220/193025_10150522266215051_661720050_17917421_6166977_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5427263.post-109050726770108805</id><published>2004-07-22T16:32:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-07-22T16:41:07.700+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost crossing the ocean</title><content type='html'>It is already tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Unbelievable, but I am still busy with the stuff I am taking with me.&lt;br /&gt;This is going to be in the list of one of the "most confusing trips ever".&lt;br /&gt;I feel confused, sad, happy, depressed, frustated, anxious, tense, everything!&lt;br /&gt;It is just one month, but it has been draining quite some energy of me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look within.&lt;br /&gt;Be still.&lt;br /&gt;Free from fear and attachment,&lt;br /&gt;know the sweet joy of the way.&lt;br /&gt;Buddha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, there are no mistakes, only lessons.&lt;br /&gt;Love yourself, trust your choices, and everything is possible.&lt;br /&gt;Cherie Carter-Scott&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blind one, how can you stumble on a straight spontaneous path?&lt;br /&gt;Be spontaneous in your own self and find the way that is born in you.&lt;br /&gt;The Bauls &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5427263-109050726770108805?l=bmayo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.deeshan.com' title='Almost crossing the ocean'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427263/posts/default/109050726770108805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427263/posts/default/109050726770108805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bmayo.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109050726770108805' title='Almost crossing the ocean'/><author><name>BM2 Love Angel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hZyWgaA1mlo/Tq0dy-nLkhI/AAAAAAAAAFY/8SV3bUzZE1I/s220/193025_10150522266215051_661720050_17917421_6166977_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5427263.post-109041312419973169</id><published>2004-07-21T14:28:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-07-21T14:32:04.200+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Good-bye again...</title><content type='html'>This time to my idol Antonio Gades.&lt;br /&gt;I can't tell how many times I have watched his films, trying desperately to imitate his fantastic choreographies.&lt;br /&gt;A genius of Flamenco that the world of dance will surely never forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te echaré de menos, Antonio......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.deflamenco.com/artistas/fotos/grandes/antoniogades.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5427263-109041312419973169?l=bmayo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427263/posts/default/109041312419973169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427263/posts/default/109041312419973169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bmayo.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109041312419973169' title='Good-bye again...'/><author><name>BM2 Love Angel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hZyWgaA1mlo/Tq0dy-nLkhI/AAAAAAAAAFY/8SV3bUzZE1I/s220/193025_10150522266215051_661720050_17917421_6166977_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5427263.post-109033205505889948</id><published>2004-07-20T15:54:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-07-20T16:00:55.056+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Packing time</title><content type='html'>It is not good or bad, but it does feel weird.&lt;br /&gt;I have been away from "home" for two years and now I will return for a month.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what I am going to find there and am trying my best not to have high expectations about it.&lt;br /&gt;It is not simple, but I hope I will achieve it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have finally made some changes on my other blog in English, the &lt;a href="http://bmmagic.blogspot.com"&gt;Magic Path&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I have just changed the template and will be posting things soon.&lt;br /&gt;No promisses of a very active one, but won't be abandoned either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also added here the links to my blogs in Portuguese in case some Portuguese speaker drops by as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We gossip about others &lt;br /&gt;because we are not sufficiently interested &lt;br /&gt;in the process of our own thinking and our own action.&lt;br /&gt;J. Krishnamurti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joshu asked Nansen: "What is the path?"&lt;br /&gt;Nansen said: "Everyday life is the path."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is a natural kind of meditation.&lt;br /&gt;And meditation is a supernatural kind of love.&lt;br /&gt;Osho&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5427263-109033205505889948?l=bmayo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.deeshan.com' title='Packing time'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427263/posts/default/109033205505889948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427263/posts/default/109033205505889948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bmayo.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109033205505889948' title='Packing time'/><author><name>BM2 Love Angel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hZyWgaA1mlo/Tq0dy-nLkhI/AAAAAAAAAFY/8SV3bUzZE1I/s220/193025_10150522266215051_661720050_17917421_6166977_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5427263.post-109016572896633836</id><published>2004-07-18T17:42:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-07-18T17:50:18.383+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Watch it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.fahrenheit911.com/_images/home/home-mainphoto_02.gif"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5427263-109016572896633836?l=bmayo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427263/posts/default/109016572896633836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427263/posts/default/109016572896633836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bmayo.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109016572896633836' title='Watch it!'/><author><name>BM2 Love Angel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hZyWgaA1mlo/Tq0dy-nLkhI/AAAAAAAAAFY/8SV3bUzZE1I/s220/193025_10150522266215051_661720050_17917421_6166977_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5427263.post-108989523311937058</id><published>2004-07-15T14:27:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-07-15T14:40:33.120+02:00</updated><title type='text'>After some silence...</title><content type='html'>... I am back.&lt;br /&gt;I had some problems in the beginning of the week, so I had to stop, just for a while, with my exercises routine until I discovered what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, I have been reading.&lt;br /&gt;I like it, so...&lt;br /&gt;I am back to The Mists of Avalon again.&lt;br /&gt;I have started reading it so many times, but never really finished.&lt;br /&gt;This was lent me last Xmas, but I didn't have the chance to read it before because of college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I better start French this vacation for my own sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humor is the great thing, the saving thing.&lt;br /&gt;The minute it crops up, all our irritations and resentments slip away and a sunny spirit takes their place.&lt;br /&gt;Mark Twain &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It matters not Who you love, Where you love, Why you love, When you love, or How you love, It matters only that You love.&lt;br /&gt;John Lennon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let things happen naturally and do not try to force a certain outcome.&lt;br /&gt;That which is not natural will not be right.&lt;br /&gt;Lao Zi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from the site: &lt;a href="http://www.deeshan.com"&gt;http://www.deeshan.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5427263-108989523311937058?l=bmayo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427263/posts/default/108989523311937058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427263/posts/default/108989523311937058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bmayo.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108989523311937058' title='After some silence...'/><author><name>BM2 Love Angel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hZyWgaA1mlo/Tq0dy-nLkhI/AAAAAAAAAFY/8SV3bUzZE1I/s220/193025_10150522266215051_661720050_17917421_6166977_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5427263.post-108962174565617045</id><published>2004-07-12T10:31:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-07-12T10:42:25.656+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Not that bad</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I got a scale so now I can control my weight as well.&lt;br /&gt;This morning I checked it and for my surprise, it registered 50kg.&lt;br /&gt;My objective is 45kg, but I was fearing that I might be a couple kilos above the 50kg, so now I see that things are not that bad.&lt;br /&gt;I still have lots of fat in my body.&lt;br /&gt;Probably I will finally concentrate on my cardio exercises today.&lt;br /&gt;Well, that was a really pleasant way to start my week. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I restarted writing.&lt;br /&gt;I have been doing so many things since my vacation started, but I hadn't had the chance to sit down and give the shape of words to my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;I will try translating somethings soon and then I will post them here as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are waiting for acknowledgment from the crowd to feel complete - you will wait forever.&lt;br /&gt;If you are waiting for something outside of you to change so you can feel secure, safe or satisfied - stop.&lt;br /&gt;Beth Johnson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our mind should be free from traces of the past, just like the flowers of spring.&lt;br /&gt;Shunryu Suzuki&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My world is an open world, common to all, accessible to all.&lt;br /&gt;In my world there is community, insight, love, real quality; the individual is the total, the totality ­ in the individual. All are one and the One is all.&lt;br /&gt;Nisargadatta Maharaj&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Self is what gives breath to Life. &lt;br /&gt;You need not search for It, It is Here. &lt;br /&gt;You are That through which you would search. &lt;br /&gt;You are what you are looking for! &lt;br /&gt;And That is All it is. &lt;br /&gt;Sri H.W.L. Poonja&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no death. &lt;br /&gt;Only forms change, life continues on and on.&lt;br /&gt;Eternity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from the site: &lt;a href="http://www.deeshan.com"&gt;http://www.deeshan.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5427263-108962174565617045?l=bmayo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427263/posts/default/108962174565617045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427263/posts/default/108962174565617045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bmayo.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108962174565617045' title='Not that bad'/><author><name>BM2 Love Angel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hZyWgaA1mlo/Tq0dy-nLkhI/AAAAAAAAAFY/8SV3bUzZE1I/s220/193025_10150522266215051_661720050_17917421_6166977_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5427263.post-108937342901503268</id><published>2004-07-09T13:22:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-07-09T13:43:49.016+02:00</updated><title type='text'>After two lazy days...</title><content type='html'>... I am back to my good and old routine. I mean, not that old.&lt;br /&gt;I felt very guilty these two days and it is a good sign. ;)&lt;br /&gt;I haven't much anything on that routine and am thinking about keeping it this way for a month or so and then, just to avoid boredom, I am gonna change the exercises for variations on the same muscles.&lt;br /&gt;I was advised to keep a 3-day per week cardio routine as well. I better figure out something fast too.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing on the diet until now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;*****&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Understanding comes into being from the now, the present, which is always timeless.&lt;br /&gt;J. Krishnamurti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pleasure or pain are aspects of the mind only.&lt;br /&gt;Our essential nature is happiness.&lt;br /&gt;But we have forgotten the Self and imagine that the body or the mind is the Self.&lt;br /&gt;It is that wrong identity that gives rise to misery.&lt;br /&gt;Sri Ramana Maharshi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem with many things &lt;br /&gt;is the pre-conceived ideas we have about them!&lt;br /&gt;Tishan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But do not distress yourself with imaginings. &lt;br /&gt;Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness. &lt;br /&gt;Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Max Erhmann&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intelligent people know others. &lt;br /&gt;Enlightened people know themselves.  &lt;br /&gt;You can conquer others with power. &lt;br /&gt;But it takes true strength to conquer yourself.  &lt;br /&gt;Lao Tzu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from the site: &lt;a href="http://www.deeshan.com"&gt;http://www.deeshan.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;*****&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been meditating about silence lately.&lt;br /&gt;It started after I "said" too much and had to start an evaluation process on myself.&lt;br /&gt;I know I said what I really believe in and unfortunately, have proof that support my words, but I couldn't help asking myself if saying that and mainly, the way I said it all, was the right thing to after all...&lt;br /&gt;Until now, the answer is a big NO.&lt;br /&gt;I feel I am already paying the price for it.&lt;br /&gt;Don't think I managed to heal the wound I caused, but am keeping focused on how to avoid the same mistake again because it is just the most disastrous time, not the first one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*love*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5427263-108937342901503268?l=bmayo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427263/posts/default/108937342901503268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427263/posts/default/108937342901503268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bmayo.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108937342901503268' title='After two lazy days...'/><author><name>BM2 Love Angel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hZyWgaA1mlo/Tq0dy-nLkhI/AAAAAAAAAFY/8SV3bUzZE1I/s220/193025_10150522266215051_661720050_17917421_6166977_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5427263.post-108902570993228166</id><published>2004-07-05T13:02:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-07-05T22:20:35.456+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Some action</title><content type='html'>After having an empty weekend most of the time, I had to realize that it was fault feeling that way.&lt;br /&gt;I had spent a whole year thinking 24 hours about my studies, suddenly I was free and didn't know what to do with it.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I do have my hobbies, but they are different from obligations, and being someone stressaddicted, I was having problems at first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This started Friday afternoon when I came home from college after getting my grades and checking my exams and ended up yesterday evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What changed?&lt;br /&gt;I decided returning to my exercises.&lt;br /&gt;I need this motion not only emotionally but to get rid of my growing beer belly. :o&lt;br /&gt;Mirrors and I are not getting along anymore and I better change it.&lt;br /&gt;It is not the physical aspect, but putting on weight means having too much fat on the body which isn't good at all.&lt;br /&gt;I believe body and soul are equally important because it is the vehicle we use to Live, so why negleting it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey! I would like to ask you a favor...&lt;br /&gt;Keep an eye on me and if I stop again, give some hard time, please. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My routine today:&lt;br /&gt;Upper body: &lt;br /&gt;Bench Press-3sets of 8 reps, &lt;br /&gt;Barbell Row-3 sets of 8 reps &lt;br /&gt;Barbell Press - 3 sets of 8reps &lt;br /&gt;Barbell Curls-3 sets of 8 reps&lt;br /&gt;Triceps Pressdowns 3 sets of 8 reps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lowerbody:&lt;br /&gt;Squats-3 sets of 8,10,12, reps.&lt;br /&gt;Leg Extensions-3 sets of 10 reps&lt;br /&gt;Calf Raises-5 sets of 10-25 reps&lt;br /&gt;Crunches- 4 sets of 20 reps &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still trying to figure the kind of diet I would do because if I go too hard on myself, I will just quit faster and that is the last thing I wanna do...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*kisses*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/krapdivad/quiz.htm" target="new"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i.xanga.com/krapxdivad/taki.jpg" border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;You are &lt;B&gt;Taki&lt;/B&gt; - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Admired for your style and fresh approach to life, you are the Japanese femme fatale!&lt;br /&gt;Deceivingly innocent, you are actually a devil in disguise. You love to show off, but behind that&lt;br /&gt;flamboyant and sometimes uncaring personality, you definately care for and stand up for your friends.&lt;br /&gt;Just one flaw, you can be annoyingly hyper and bouncy!! However this can be just what a friend needs&lt;br /&gt;after a boring day.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/krapdivad/quiz.htm" target="new"&gt;Which Soul Calibur character are you?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;this quiz was made by &lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/krapxdivad"&gt;david park&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5427263-108902570993228166?l=bmayo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427263/posts/default/108902570993228166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427263/posts/default/108902570993228166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bmayo.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108902570993228166' title='Some action'/><author><name>BM2 Love Angel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hZyWgaA1mlo/Tq0dy-nLkhI/AAAAAAAAAFY/8SV3bUzZE1I/s220/193025_10150522266215051_661720050_17917421_6166977_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5427263.post-108840802628295929</id><published>2004-06-28T09:21:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-06-28T09:33:46.283+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to the meditation tips</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;But peace can be made only by those who are peaceful, &lt;br /&gt;and love can be shown only by those who love.&lt;br /&gt;No work of love will flourish out of guilt, fear, or hollowness of heart,&lt;br /&gt;just as no valid plans for the future can be made by those who have no capacity for living now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alan Watts&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The completion of knowledge will lead you to amazement and wonder. It makes you aware of this existence. Mysteries are to be lived, not understood. One can live life as fully in its completeness, in its totality. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sri Sri Ravishankar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little foolishness, enough to enjoy life&lt;br /&gt;and a little wisdom to avoid the errors,&lt;br /&gt;that will do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Osho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Every time and every place is uniquely different. &lt;br /&gt;There is no need to compare it with any other time and place. &lt;br /&gt;Just carefully taste the present - that is enough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nobody can give a meaning to your life.&lt;br /&gt;It is your life, the meaning must also belong to you.&lt;br /&gt;It is your life and only you can access it and understand it.&lt;br /&gt;It is only living it that you will discover its mystery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chandran Mohan &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5427263-108840802628295929?l=bmayo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.deeshan.com' title='Back to the meditation tips'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427263/posts/default/108840802628295929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427263/posts/default/108840802628295929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bmayo.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108840802628295929' title='Back to the meditation tips'/><author><name>BM2 Love Angel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hZyWgaA1mlo/Tq0dy-nLkhI/AAAAAAAAAFY/8SV3bUzZE1I/s220/193025_10150522266215051_661720050_17917421_6166977_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5427263.post-108806158193311016</id><published>2004-06-24T09:03:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-06-24T09:19:41.933+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaving on a Jetplane</title><content type='html'>Right now I am listening to Leaving on a Jetplane that a friend has on her blog.&lt;br /&gt;I simply adore this song. I have always done, but since my life turned into this Gipsy like pilgrimage, the scenes that it arises on my mind got stronger.&lt;br /&gt;This version is even the one with Janis Joplin. It couldn't get any more powerful to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am back to many things after a year of hard studying and many difficult situations.&lt;br /&gt;Have I become a better person? Have I learned something good from it all? Have I grown?  &lt;br /&gt;I guess that only time will tell....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*love*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Leaving On A Jetplane&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Janis Joplin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah-ah-ah-ahhh&lt;br /&gt;Ah-ah-ah-ahhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my bags are packed, I'm ready to go.&lt;br /&gt;I'm standing here outside your door&lt;br /&gt;I hate to wake you up to say Goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the dawn is breaking it's early morn&lt;br /&gt;The taxi's waiting he's blowin' his horn&lt;br /&gt;Already I'm so lonesome I could die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;So kiss me and smile for me&lt;br /&gt;Tell me that you'll wait for me&lt;br /&gt;Hold me like you'll never let me go&lt;br /&gt;'cause I'm leaving on a Jet Plane&lt;br /&gt;I don't know when I'll be back again&lt;br /&gt;Oh babe I hate to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah-ah-ah-ahhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's so many times I've let you down&lt;br /&gt;So many times I've played around&lt;br /&gt;I tell you now they don't mean a thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyplace I go I'll think of you&lt;br /&gt;Every song I sing I'll sing for you&lt;br /&gt;When I come back I'll wear your wedding ring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the time has come to leave you&lt;br /&gt;One more time let me kiss you&lt;br /&gt;Then close your eyes and I'll be on my way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dream about the days to come&lt;br /&gt;When I won't have to leave you alone&lt;br /&gt;About the times that I won't have to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm leaving on a Jet Plane&lt;br /&gt;Don't know when I'll be back again&lt;br /&gt;Oh babe I hate to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(And I'm) Leaving on a jetplane (repeat)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5427263-108806158193311016?l=bmayo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427263/posts/default/108806158193311016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427263/posts/default/108806158193311016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bmayo.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108806158193311016' title='Leaving on a Jetplane'/><author><name>BM2 Love Angel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hZyWgaA1mlo/Tq0dy-nLkhI/AAAAAAAAAFY/8SV3bUzZE1I/s220/193025_10150522266215051_661720050_17917421_6166977_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5427263.post-108798550767525207</id><published>2004-06-23T12:06:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-06-23T12:11:47.676+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming back....</title><content type='html'>Yes, I am returning to my blog-life.&lt;br /&gt;After such a long stop there is so much to say that it is really difficult to know where to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By now, I will just leave you with my new template.&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, I didn't make it this time, but it is so beautiful and meaningful to me that I couldn't resist.&lt;br /&gt;Later I will explain more about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will see that I still need to fix somethings, but it will be for another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*love*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5427263-108798550767525207?l=bmayo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427263/posts/default/108798550767525207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427263/posts/default/108798550767525207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bmayo.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108798550767525207' title='Coming back....'/><author><name>BM2 Love Angel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hZyWgaA1mlo/Tq0dy-nLkhI/AAAAAAAAAFY/8SV3bUzZE1I/s220/193025_10150522266215051_661720050_17917421_6166977_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5427263.post-108546774311618206</id><published>2004-05-25T08:47:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-05-25T08:49:03.116+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Exams</title><content type='html'>Sorry for being away again for so long, but for the next 4 or 5 weeks I will be dedicating myself exclusively to my finals which leaves me no time for blogs. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*warm hugs to everyone*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;To receive these postings on your mailbox, send a blank email to: &lt;a href="mailto:Followingsigns-subscribe@yahoogroups.com"&gt;Followingsigns-subscribe@yahoogroups.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5427263-108546774311618206?l=bmayo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427263/posts/default/108546774311618206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427263/posts/default/108546774311618206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bmayo.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108546774311618206' title='Exams'/><author><name>BM2 Love Angel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hZyWgaA1mlo/Tq0dy-nLkhI/AAAAAAAAAFY/8SV3bUzZE1I/s220/193025_10150522266215051_661720050_17917421_6166977_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5427263.post-108420382001983164</id><published>2004-05-10T17:42:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-05-10T17:43:40.020+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Road to Nowhere - Talking Heads</title><content type='html'>well we know where we're going, but we dont know where we've been&lt;br /&gt;and we know what we're knowing, but we can't say what we've seen&lt;br /&gt;and we're not little children, and we know what we want&lt;br /&gt;and the future is certain, give us time to work it out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're on a road to nowhere, come on inside&lt;br /&gt;we'll take that ride to nowhere, we'll take that ride&lt;br /&gt;feeling ok this morning, and you know&lt;br /&gt;we're on a road to find our lives, here we go, here we go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're on a ride to nowhere, come on inside&lt;br /&gt;taking that ride to nowhere, we'll take that ride&lt;br /&gt;maybe you want me while i'm here, i dont care&lt;br /&gt;even when time isnt on our side, i'll take you there, take you there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're on a road to nowhere&lt;br /&gt;we're on a road to nowhere&lt;br /&gt;we're on a road to nowhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's a city in my mind so come on and take the ride, and its alright, baby its alright&lt;br /&gt;and its very far away, but its going day by day and its alright, baby its alright&lt;br /&gt;would you like to come along? you can help me sing this song and its alright, baby its alright&lt;br /&gt;they can tell you what to do, oh god they'll make a fool of you, and its alright, baby its alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're on a road to nowhere&lt;br /&gt;we're on a road to nowhere&lt;br /&gt;we're on a road to nowhere&lt;br /&gt;we're on a road to nowhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;To receive these postings on your mailbox, send a blank email to: &lt;a href="mailto:Followingsigns-subscribe@yahoogroups.com"&gt;Followingsigns-subscribe@yahoogroups.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5427263-108420382001983164?l=bmayo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.talking-heads.net' 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type='html'>Though I walk through&lt;br /&gt;warm sands in Africa&lt;br /&gt;winds will grow soon&lt;br /&gt;to storms in Africa.&lt;br /&gt;How far to go&lt;br /&gt;I cannot say.&lt;br /&gt;How many more&lt;br /&gt;will journey this way?&lt;br /&gt;Dark skies fall on&lt;br /&gt;black earth and ivory.&lt;br /&gt;Far from your sun&lt;br /&gt;clouds now close over me.&lt;br /&gt;How far to go&lt;br /&gt;I cannot say.&lt;br /&gt;How many more&lt;br /&gt;will journey this way?&lt;br /&gt;Storms have come!&lt;br /&gt;rains wash the earth away&lt;br /&gt;Dark skies fall down&lt;br /&gt;into another day.&lt;br /&gt;Rains have now come&lt;br /&gt;from storms in Africa&lt;br /&gt;Time will go on&lt;br /&gt;through Storms in Africa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;To receive these postings on your mailbox, send a blank email to: &lt;a href="mailto:Followingsigns-subscribe@yahoogroups.com"&gt;Followingsigns-subscribe@yahoogroups.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div 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/&gt;Alan Watts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The meaning of life is to live moment to moment.&lt;br /&gt;Just follow the flow of life from childhood to old age.&lt;br /&gt;Be born when it is time to be born&lt;br /&gt;and die when it is time to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zhuang Zi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are waiting for acknowledgment from the crowd to feel complete - you will wait forever.&lt;br /&gt;If you are waiting for something outside of you to change so you can feel secure, safe or satisfied - stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beth Johnson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;To receive these postings on your mailbox, send a blank email to: &lt;a href="mailto:Followingsigns-subscribe@yahoogroups.com"&gt;Followingsigns-subscribe@yahoogroups.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5427263-108271581356372002?l=bmayo.blogspot.com' alt='' 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Time   -    Enya</title><content type='html'>Who can say&lt;br /&gt;Where the road goes,&lt;br /&gt;Where the day flows?&lt;br /&gt;Only time&lt;br /&gt;And who can say if your love grows&lt;br /&gt;As your heart chose?&lt;br /&gt;Only time&lt;br /&gt;Who can say why your heart sighs&lt;br /&gt;As your love flies?&lt;br /&gt;Only time&lt;br /&gt;And who can say&lt;br /&gt;Why your heart cries when your love lies?&lt;br /&gt;Only time&lt;br /&gt;Who can say&lt;br /&gt;When the roads meet&lt;br /&gt;That love might be&lt;br /&gt;In your heart?&lt;br /&gt;And who can say&lt;br /&gt;When the day sleeps&lt;br /&gt;If the night keeps&lt;br /&gt;All your heart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night keeps all your heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who can say if your love grows&lt;br /&gt;As your heart chose?&lt;br /&gt;Only time&lt;br /&gt;And who can say where the road goes,&lt;br /&gt;Where the day flows?&lt;br /&gt;Only time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows? Only time&lt;br /&gt;Who knows? Only time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;To receive these postings on your mailbox, send a blank email to: &lt;a href="mailto:Followingsigns-subscribe@yahoogroups.com"&gt;Followingsigns-subscribe@yahoogroups.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5427263-108265038098505226?l=bmayo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.enya.com/' title='Only Time   -    Enya'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427263/posts/default/108265038098505226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427263/posts/default/108265038098505226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bmayo.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108265038098505226' title='Only Time   -    Enya'/><author><name>BM2 Love Angel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hZyWgaA1mlo/Tq0dy-nLkhI/AAAAAAAAAFY/8SV3bUzZE1I/s220/193025_10150522266215051_661720050_17917421_6166977_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5427263.post-108247269133424130</id><published>2004-04-20T16:51:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-04-20T16:54:27.936+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy   -    Seal</title><content type='html'>In a church’by the face’ &lt;br /&gt;He talks about the people going under. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only child know... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man decides after seventy years’ &lt;br /&gt;That what he goes there for’ is to unlock the door. &lt;br /&gt;While those around him criticize and sleep... &lt;br /&gt;And through a fractal on a breaking wall’ &lt;br /&gt;I see you my friend’ and touch your face again. &lt;br /&gt;Miracles will happen as we trip. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we’re never gonna survive’ unless... &lt;br /&gt;We get a little crazy &lt;br /&gt;No we’re never gonna survive’ unless... &lt;br /&gt;We are a little... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cray...cray...cray... &lt;br /&gt;Crazy yellow people walking through my head. &lt;br /&gt;One of them’s got a gun’ to shoot the other one. &lt;br /&gt;And yet together they were friends at school &lt;br /&gt;Ohh’ get it’ get it’ get it’ get it no no! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If all were there when we first took the pill’ &lt;br /&gt;Then maybe’ then maybe’ then maybe’ then maybe... &lt;br /&gt;Miracles will happen as we speak. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we’re never gonna survive unless... &lt;br /&gt;We get a little crazy. &lt;br /&gt;No we’re never gonna survive unless... &lt;br /&gt;We are a little... &lt;br /&gt;Crazy... &lt;br /&gt;No no’ never survive’ unless we get a little... bit... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh’ a little bit... &lt;br /&gt;Oh’ a little bit... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh... &lt;br /&gt;Oh... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanda decides to go along after seventeen years... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh darlin... &lt;br /&gt;In a sky full of people’ only some want to fly’ &lt;br /&gt;Isn’t that crazy" &lt;br /&gt;In a world full of people’ only some want to fly’ &lt;br /&gt;Isn’t that crazy" &lt;br /&gt;Crazy... &lt;br /&gt;In a heaven of people there’s only some want to fly’ &lt;br /&gt;Ain’t that crazy" &lt;br /&gt;Oh babe... Oh darlin... &lt;br /&gt;In a world full of people there’s only some want to fly’ &lt;br /&gt;Isn’t that crazy" &lt;br /&gt;Isn’t that crazy... Isn’t that crazy... Isn’t that crazy... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh... &lt;br /&gt;But we’re never gonna survive unless’ we get a little crazy.. crazy.. &lt;br /&gt;No we’re never gonna to survive unless we are a little... crazy.. &lt;br /&gt;But we’re never gonna survive unless’ we get a little crazy.. crazy.. &lt;br /&gt;No we’re never gonna to survive unless’ we are a little.. crazy.. &lt;br /&gt;No no’ never survive unless’ we get a little bit... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then you see things &lt;br /&gt;The size &lt;br /&gt;Of which you’ve never known before &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They’ll break it &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only child know.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Them things &lt;br /&gt;The size &lt;br /&gt;Of which you’ve never known before &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday... &lt;br /&gt;Someway... &lt;br /&gt;Someday... &lt;br /&gt;Someway... &lt;br /&gt;Someday... &lt;br /&gt;Someway... &lt;br /&gt;Someday... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;To receive these postings on your mailbox, send a blank email to: &lt;a href="mailto:Followingsigns-subscribe@yahoogroups.com"&gt;Followingsigns-subscribe@yahoogroups.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5427263-108247269133424130?l=bmayo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.seal.com/homeNew.html' title='Crazy   -    Seal'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427263/posts/default/108247269133424130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427263/posts/default/108247269133424130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bmayo.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108247269133424130' title='Crazy   -    Seal'/><author><name>BM2 Love Angel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hZyWgaA1mlo/Tq0dy-nLkhI/AAAAAAAAAFY/8SV3bUzZE1I/s220/193025_10150522266215051_661720050_17917421_6166977_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5427263.post-108238361603540567</id><published>2004-04-19T16:06:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-04-19T16:09:52.200+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Seven Nation Army - The White Stripes</title><content type='html'>I'm gonna fight 'em off &lt;br /&gt;A seven nation army couldn't hold me back &lt;br /&gt;They gonna rip it off &lt;br /&gt;Taking their time right behind my back &lt;br /&gt;And I'm talking to myself at night because I can't forget&lt;br /&gt;Back and forth through my mind behind a cigarette&lt;br /&gt;And a message coming from my eyes says leave it alone&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to hear about it&lt;br /&gt;Every single one's got a story to tell&lt;br /&gt;Everyone knows about it&lt;br /&gt;From the queen of England to the hounds of hell&lt;br /&gt;And if I catch you coming back my way I'm going to serve it to you&lt;br /&gt;And that ain't what you want to hear but that's what I'll do&lt;br /&gt;And a feeling coming from my bones says find a home&lt;br /&gt;I'm goin' to Wichita&lt;br /&gt;Far from this opera forevermore&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna work the straw&lt;br /&gt;Make the sweat drip out of every pore&lt;br /&gt;And I'm bleeding and I'm bleeding and I'm bleeding right before my lord&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the words are going to bleed from me and I will think no more&lt;br /&gt;And the stains coming from my blood tell me go back home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;To receive these postings on your mailbox, send a blank email to: &lt;a href="mailto:Followingsigns-subscribe@yahoogroups.com"&gt;Followingsigns-subscribe@yahoogroups.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5427263-108238361603540567?l=bmayo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.whitestripes.com/' title='Seven Nation Army - 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Boa (opening song of the Anime &quot;Lain&quot;)'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427263/posts/default/108215597082501329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427263/posts/default/108215597082501329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bmayo.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108215597082501329' title='Duvet - Boa (opening song of the Anime &quot;Lain&quot;)'/><author><name>BM2 Love Angel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hZyWgaA1mlo/Tq0dy-nLkhI/AAAAAAAAAFY/8SV3bUzZE1I/s220/193025_10150522266215051_661720050_17917421_6166977_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5427263.post-108211213662365219</id><published>2004-04-16T12:42:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-04-16T12:45:09.293+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Meditation Tips</title><content type='html'>Everyone thinks of changing the world, &lt;br /&gt;but no one thinks of changing himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tolstoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there anything more satisfying, more healing, more enjoyable, more important in your life than your next breath? &lt;br /&gt;Don't let it go by unnoticed. &lt;br /&gt;Take your time and savor it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beth Johnson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time and every place is uniquely different. &lt;br /&gt;There is no need to compare it with any other time and place. &lt;br /&gt;Just carefully taste the present - that is enough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything lies in the freedom of choice that we possess as human beings. &lt;br /&gt;Our liberation and our bondage. &lt;br /&gt;There is no other species that has the power to choose to evolve. In light of this discovery, you have to ask yourself: What am I doing with the gift of choice that is my birthright as a human being?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrew Cohen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No past.&lt;br /&gt;No future.&lt;br /&gt;Open Mind.&lt;br /&gt;Open Heart.&lt;br /&gt;Complete attention.&lt;br /&gt;No reservations.&lt;br /&gt;That's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scott Morrison&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;To receive these postings on your mailbox, send a blank email to: &lt;a href="mailto:Followingsigns-subscribe@yahoogroups.com"&gt;Followingsigns-subscribe@yahoogroups.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5427263-108211213662365219?l=bmayo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.deeshan.com' title='Meditation Tips'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427263/posts/default/108211213662365219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427263/posts/default/108211213662365219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bmayo.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108211213662365219' title='Meditation Tips'/><author><name>BM2 Love Angel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hZyWgaA1mlo/Tq0dy-nLkhI/AAAAAAAAAFY/8SV3bUzZE1I/s220/193025_10150522266215051_661720050_17917421_6166977_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5427263.post-108205901966348086</id><published>2004-04-15T21:56:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-04-15T21:59:52.106+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Change - Edson Marques</title><content type='html'>Change. &lt;br /&gt;     But start slowly, because direction is more important than speed.&lt;br /&gt;     Sit in another chair, on the other side of the table.&lt;br /&gt;     Later on, change tables.&lt;br /&gt;     When you go out, try to walk on the other side of the street. Then change your route, walk calmly down other streets, observing closely the places you pass by.&lt;br /&gt;     Take other buses. Change your wardrobe for a while; give away your old shoes and try to walk barefoot for a few days - even if only at home.&lt;br /&gt;     Take off a whole afternoon to stroll about freely, listening to the birds or the noise of the cars. &lt;br /&gt;     Open and shut the drawers and doors with your left hand.&lt;br /&gt;     Sleep on the other side of the bed. Then try sleeping in other beds. &lt;br /&gt;     Watch other TV programs, read other books, live other romances - even of only in your imagination.&lt;br /&gt;     Sleep until later. Go to bed earlier.&lt;br /&gt;     Learn a new word a day.&lt;br /&gt;     Eat a little less, eat a little more, eat differently; choose new seasonings, new colors, things you have never dared to experiment. &lt;br /&gt;     Lunch in other places, go to other restaurants, order another kind of drink and buy bread at another bakery. &lt;br /&gt;     Lunch earlier, have dinner later, or vice-versa.&lt;br /&gt;     Try something new every day: a new side, a new method, a new flavor, a new way, a new pleasure, a new position.&lt;br /&gt;     Pick another market, another make of soap, another toothpaste. &lt;br /&gt;     Take a bath at different times of the day. &lt;br /&gt;     Use pens with different colors. &lt;br /&gt;     Go and visit other places.&lt;br /&gt;     Love more and more and in different ways. Even when you think that the other will be frightened, suggest what you have always dreamed about doing when you make love. &lt;br /&gt;     Change your bag, your wallet, your suitcases, buy new glasses, write other poems. &lt;br /&gt;     Open an account in another bank, go to other cinemas, other hairdressers, other theaters, visit new museums.&lt;br /&gt;     Change. And think seriously of finding another job, another activity, work that is more like what you expect from life, more dignified, more human.&lt;br /&gt;     If you cannot find reasons to be free, invent them: be creative.&lt;br /&gt;     And grab the chance to take a long, enjoyable trip - preferably without any destination.&lt;br /&gt;     Try new things. Change again. Make another change. Experiment something else.&lt;br /&gt;     You will certainly know better things and worse things than those you already know, but that does not matter. What matters most is change, movement, dynamism, energy. &lt;br /&gt;     Only what is dead does not change - and you are alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;To receive these postings on your mailbox, send a blank email to: &lt;a href="mailto:Followingsigns-subscribe@yahoogroups.com"&gt;Followingsigns-subscribe@yahoogroups.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5427263-108205901966348086?l=bmayo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427263/posts/default/108205901966348086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427263/posts/default/108205901966348086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bmayo.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108205901966348086' title='Change - Edson Marques'/><author><name>BM2 Love Angel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hZyWgaA1mlo/Tq0dy-nLkhI/AAAAAAAAAFY/8SV3bUzZE1I/s220/193025_10150522266215051_661720050_17917421_6166977_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5427263.post-108193518904216681</id><published>2004-04-14T11:33:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-04-14T11:36:35.233+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Alchemy of the Word - Arthur Rimbaud</title><content type='html'>My turn now. The story of one of my insanities. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a long time I boasted that I was master of all possible landscapes and I thought the great figures of modern painting and poetry were laughable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I liked were : absurd paintings, pictures over doorways, stage sets, carnival backdrops, billboards, bright-colored prints ; old-fashioned literature, church Latin, erotic books full of misspellings, the kind of novels our grandmothers read, fairy tales, little children's books, old operas, silly old songs, the naïve rhythms of country rimes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dreamed of Crusades, voyages of discovery that nobody had heard of, republics without histories, religious wars stamped out, revolutions in morals, movements of races and continents : I used to believe in every kind of magic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I invented colors for the vowels ! - A black, E white, I red, O blue, U green. - I made rules for the form and movement of every consonant, and I boasted of inventing, with rhythms from within me, a kind of poetry that all the senses, sooner or later, would recognize. And I alone would be its translator. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I began it as an investigation. I turned silences and nights into words. What was unutterable, I wrote down. I made the whirling world stand still.  (...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;To receive these postings on your mailbox, send a blank email to: &lt;a href="mailto:Followingsigns-subscribe@yahoogroups.com"&gt;Followingsigns-subscribe@yahoogroups.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5427263-108193518904216681?l=bmayo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.levity.com/corduroy/rimbaud.htm' title='Alchemy of the Word - Arthur Rimbaud'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427263/posts/default/108193518904216681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427263/posts/default/108193518904216681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bmayo.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108193518904216681' title='Alchemy of the Word - Arthur Rimbaud'/><author><name>BM2 Love Angel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hZyWgaA1mlo/Tq0dy-nLkhI/AAAAAAAAAFY/8SV3bUzZE1I/s220/193025_10150522266215051_661720050_17917421_6166977_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5427263.post-108185520716663366</id><published>2004-04-13T13:20:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-04-13T13:22:57.000+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Freedom 90 - George Michael</title><content type='html'>I won't let you down&lt;br /&gt;I will not give you up&lt;br /&gt;Gotta have some faith in the sound&lt;br /&gt;It's the one good thing that I've got&lt;br /&gt;I won't let you down&lt;br /&gt;So please don't give me up&lt;br /&gt;Because I would really, really love to stick around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heaven knows I was just a young boy&lt;br /&gt;Didn't know what I wanted to be&lt;br /&gt;I was every little hungry schoolgirl's pride and joy&lt;br /&gt;And I guess it was enough for me&lt;br /&gt;To win the race? A prettier face!&lt;br /&gt;Brand new clothes and a big fat place&lt;br /&gt;On your rock and roll TV&lt;br /&gt;But today the way I play the game is not the same &lt;br /&gt;No way&lt;br /&gt;Think I'm gonna get myself happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think there's something you should know&lt;br /&gt;I think it's time I told you so&lt;br /&gt;There's something deep inside of me&lt;br /&gt;There's someone else I've got to be&lt;br /&gt;Take back your picture in a frame&lt;br /&gt;Take back your singing in the rain&lt;br /&gt;I just hope you understand&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the clothes do not make the man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All we have to do now&lt;br /&gt;Is take these lies and make them true somehow&lt;br /&gt;All we have to see&lt;br /&gt;Is that I don't belong to you&lt;br /&gt;And you don't belong to me&lt;br /&gt;Freedom&lt;br /&gt;You've gotta give for what you take&lt;br /&gt;Freedom&lt;br /&gt;You've gotta give for what you take&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heaven knows we sure had some fun boy&lt;br /&gt;What a kick just a buddy and me&lt;br /&gt;We had every big shot good-time band on the run boy&lt;br /&gt;We were living in a fantasy&lt;br /&gt;We won the race&lt;br /&gt;Got out of the place&lt;br /&gt;I went back home got a brand new face&lt;br /&gt;For the boys on MTV&lt;br /&gt;But today the way I play the game has got to change&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm gonna get myself happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think there's something you should know&lt;br /&gt;I think it's time I stopped the show&lt;br /&gt;There's something deep inside of me&lt;br /&gt;There's someone I forgot to be&lt;br /&gt;Take back your picture in a frame&lt;br /&gt;Don't think that I'll be back again&lt;br /&gt;I just hope you understand &lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the clothes do not make the man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All we have to do now&lt;br /&gt;Is take these lies and make them true somehow&lt;br /&gt;All we have to see&lt;br /&gt;Is that I don't belong to you&lt;br /&gt;And you don't belong to me&lt;br /&gt;Freedom&lt;br /&gt;You've gotta give for what you take&lt;br /&gt;Freedom&lt;br /&gt;You've gotta give for what you take&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it looks like the road to heaven&lt;br /&gt;But it feels like the road to hell&lt;br /&gt;When I knew which side my bread was buttered&lt;br /&gt;I took the knife as well&lt;br /&gt;Posing for another picture&lt;br /&gt;Everybody's got to sell&lt;br /&gt;But when you shake your ass&lt;br /&gt;They notice fast&lt;br /&gt;And some mistakes were built to last&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what you get&lt;br /&gt;I say that's what you get&lt;br /&gt;That's what you get for changing your mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after all this time&lt;br /&gt;I just hope you understand&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the clothes&lt;br /&gt;Do not make the man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll hold on to my freedom&lt;br /&gt;May not be what you want from me&lt;br /&gt;Just the way it's got to be&lt;br /&gt;Lose the face now &lt;br /&gt;I've got to live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;To receive these postings on your mailbox, send a blank email to: &lt;a href="mailto:Followingsigns-subscribe@yahoogroups.com"&gt;Followingsigns-subscribe@yahoogroups.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5427263-108185520716663366?l=bmayo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427263/posts/default/108185520716663366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427263/posts/default/108185520716663366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bmayo.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108185520716663366' title='Freedom 90 - George Michael'/><author><name>BM2 Love Angel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hZyWgaA1mlo/Tq0dy-nLkhI/AAAAAAAAAFY/8SV3bUzZE1I/s220/193025_10150522266215051_661720050_17917421_6166977_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5427263.post-108149788297038452</id><published>2004-04-09T10:04:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-04-09T10:07:28.873+02:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Over  -   Level 42</title><content type='html'>I won’t be here when you come home&lt;br /&gt;I’m sorry if you don’t understand forgive me if you can&lt;br /&gt;But I can see another road&lt;br /&gt;And I ain’t coming back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t look for me you bound this town&lt;br /&gt;Cause I will be so far away you’ll never find me anywhere&lt;br /&gt;And I won’t take no souvernirs no perfume picture promises&lt;br /&gt;Because it’s over&lt;br /&gt;And I ain’t coming back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You gave me everything&lt;br /&gt;And now I’m breaking your heart&lt;br /&gt;You know that I don’t mean&lt;br /&gt;To tear your world apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would never leave, if I thought you couldn’t stand the pain&lt;br /&gt;A lettre in hall, is written on the wall&lt;br /&gt;A lettre with the words of love at all&lt;br /&gt;Because it’s over&lt;br /&gt;And I ain’t coming back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as I close the door&lt;br /&gt;I know I’m breaking your heart&lt;br /&gt;I should have loved you more&lt;br /&gt;Instead I’ve torn world apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as I walk into the lonely afternoon&lt;br /&gt;I feel sad enough, I feel bad enough&lt;br /&gt;And all the times when you are lonely where you are&lt;br /&gt;Please don’t hate me then, I just could not pretend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears, feel the tears, I can feel the tears, running through the years &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;To receive these postings on your mailbox, send a blank email to: &lt;a href="mailto:Followingsigns-subscribe@yahoogroups.com"&gt;Followingsigns-subscribe@yahoogroups.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5427263-108149788297038452?l=bmayo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.level42.com/' title='It&apos;s Over  -   Level 42'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427263/posts/default/108149788297038452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427263/posts/default/108149788297038452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bmayo.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108149788297038452' title='It&apos;s Over  -   Level 42'/><author><name>BM2 Love Angel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hZyWgaA1mlo/Tq0dy-nLkhI/AAAAAAAAAFY/8SV3bUzZE1I/s220/193025_10150522266215051_661720050_17917421_6166977_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5427263.post-108134452824441469</id><published>2004-04-07T15:28:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-04-07T15:31:32.140+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleeping Satellite - Tasmin Archer</title><content type='html'> blame you for the moonlit sky &lt;br /&gt;And the dream that died with the Eagle's flight &lt;br /&gt;I blame you for the moonlit nights &lt;br /&gt;When I wonder why &lt;br /&gt;Are the seas still dry? &lt;br /&gt;Don't blame this sleeping satellite &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did we fly to the moon too soon? &lt;br /&gt;Did we squander the chance? &lt;br /&gt;In the rush of the race &lt;br /&gt;The reason we chase is lost in romance &lt;br /&gt;And still we try &lt;br /&gt;To justify the waste &lt;br /&gt;For a taste of man's greatest adventure &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I blame you for the moonlit sky &lt;br /&gt;And the dream that died with the Eagle's flight &lt;br /&gt;I blame you for the moonlit nights &lt;br /&gt;When I wonder why &lt;br /&gt;Are the seas still dry? &lt;br /&gt;Don't blame this sleeping satellite &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have we got what it takes to advance? &lt;br /&gt;Did we peak too soon? &lt;br /&gt;If the world is so green &lt;br /&gt;Then why does it scream under a blue moon? &lt;br /&gt;We wonder why &lt;br /&gt;The Earth's sacrificed &lt;br /&gt;For the price of its greatest treasure &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I blame you for the moonlit sky &lt;br /&gt;And the dream that died with the Eagle's flight &lt;br /&gt;I blame you for the moonlit nights &lt;br /&gt;When I wonder why &lt;br /&gt;Are the seas still dry? &lt;br /&gt;Don't blame this sleeping satellite &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when we shoot for the stars &lt;br /&gt;What a giant step &lt;br /&gt;Have we got what it takes &lt;br /&gt;To carry the weight of this concept? &lt;br /&gt;Or pass it by &lt;br /&gt;Like a shot in the dark &lt;br /&gt;Miss the mark with a sense of adventure &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I blame you for the moonlit sky &lt;br /&gt;And the dream that died with the Eagle's flight &lt;br /&gt;I blame you for the moonlit nights &lt;br /&gt;When I wonder why &lt;br /&gt;Are the seas still dry? &lt;br /&gt;Don't blame this sleeping satellite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;To receive these postings on your mailbox, send a blank email to: &lt;a href="mailto:Followingsigns-subscribe@yahoogroups.com"&gt;Followingsigns-subscribe@yahoogroups.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5427263-108134452824441469?l=bmayo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427263/posts/default/108134452824441469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427263/posts/default/108134452824441469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bmayo.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108134452824441469' title='Sleeping Satellite - Tasmin Archer'/><author><name>BM2 Love Angel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hZyWgaA1mlo/Tq0dy-nLkhI/AAAAAAAAAFY/8SV3bUzZE1I/s220/193025_10150522266215051_661720050_17917421_6166977_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5427263.post-108124081289206672</id><published>2004-04-06T10:40:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-04-06T10:42:55.403+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Anaïs Nin</title><content type='html'>"For me, the adventures of the mind, each inflection of thought, each movement, nuance, growth, discovery, is a source of exhilaration." November, 1933 from The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Volume One 1931-1934&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ordinary life does not interest me. I seek only the high moments. I am in accord with the surrealists, searching for the marvelous." Winter, 1931-1932 from The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Volume One 1931-1934&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The monster I kill every day is the monster of realism. The monster who attacks me every day is destruction. Out of the duel comes the transformation. I turn destruction into creation over and over again." December 21, 1936 from Fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I say quotations are literary. They are good only when dealing with ideas, not with experience. Experience should be pure, unique." June 5, 1936 from Fire &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Experience teaches acceptance of the imperfect as life." Feb. 15, 1936 from Fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;To receive these postings on your mailbox, send a blank email to: &lt;a href="mailto:Followingsigns-subscribe@yahoogroups.com"&gt;Followingsigns-subscribe@yahoogroups.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5427263-108124081289206672?l=bmayo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.geocities.com/Paris/Bistro/2187/' title='Anaïs Nin'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427263/posts/default/108124081289206672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427263/posts/default/108124081289206672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bmayo.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108124081289206672' title='Anaïs Nin'/><author><name>BM2 Love Angel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hZyWgaA1mlo/Tq0dy-nLkhI/AAAAAAAAAFY/8SV3bUzZE1I/s220/193025_10150522266215051_661720050_17917421_6166977_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5427263.post-108107917200042080</id><published>2004-04-04T13:46:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-04-04T13:49:44.466+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Meditation Tips</title><content type='html'>Do not think that the knowledge you presently possess is changeless, absolute truth.&lt;br /&gt;Truth is found in life and not merely in conceptual knowledge. &lt;br /&gt;Be ready to learn throughout your entire life and to observe reality in yourself and in the world at all times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thich Nhat Hanh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of the desires expressed the one which is most right is the desire to be 'master of oneself', &lt;br /&gt;because without this nothing else is possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G. I. Gurdjieff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your own treasure house already contains everything you need.&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you use it freely,  instead of chasing after something outside yourself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma Tzu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The secret of change consists in concentrating one's energy to create the new, and not to fight against the old.&lt;br /&gt;                    &lt;br /&gt;Dan Millman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Become more and more a watcher&lt;br /&gt;Stop reacting immediately to what happens to you&lt;br /&gt;Learn to distance yourself from what you think and feel&lt;br /&gt;Meditation will then happen on its own accord&lt;br /&gt;Meditation is a happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Padeeshkar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOTE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sorry for being away for so long, but not only had I problems with this site, but I have been fighting some quiet challenges battles as well.&lt;br /&gt;*love always*&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p&gt;To receive these postings on your mailbox, send a blank email to: &lt;a href="mailto:Followingsigns-subscribe@yahoogroups.com"&gt;Followingsigns-subscribe@yahoogroups.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5427263-108107917200042080?l=bmayo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.deeshan.com' title='Meditation Tips'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427263/posts/default/108107917200042080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427263/posts/default/108107917200042080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bmayo.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108107917200042080' title='Meditation Tips'/><author><name>BM2 Love Angel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hZyWgaA1mlo/Tq0dy-nLkhI/AAAAAAAAAFY/8SV3bUzZE1I/s220/193025_10150522266215051_661720050_17917421_6166977_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5427263.post-108046693226461805</id><published>2004-03-28T11:42:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-03-28T11:44:45.670+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Eleanor Rigby - Lennon/McCartney</title><content type='html'>Ah, look at all the lonely people &lt;br /&gt;Ah, look at all the lonely people &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eleanor Rigby, picks up the rice &lt;br /&gt;in the church where a wedding has been &lt;br /&gt;Lives in a dream &lt;br /&gt;Waits at the window, wearing the face &lt;br /&gt;that she keeps in a jar by the door &lt;br /&gt;Who is it for &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the lonely people &lt;br /&gt;Where do they all come from? &lt;br /&gt;All the lonely people &lt;br /&gt;Where do they all belong? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father McKenzie, writing the words &lt;br /&gt;of a sermon that no one will hear &lt;br /&gt;No one comes near &lt;br /&gt;Look at him working, darning his socks &lt;br /&gt;in the night when there's nobody there &lt;br /&gt;What does he care &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the lonely people &lt;br /&gt;Where do they all come from? &lt;br /&gt;All the lonely people &lt;br /&gt;Where do they all belong? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, look at all the lonely people &lt;br /&gt;Ah, look at all the lonely people &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eleanor Rigby, died in the church &lt;br /&gt;and was buried along with her name &lt;br /&gt;Nobody came &lt;br /&gt;Father McKenzie, wiping the dirt &lt;br /&gt;from his hands as he walks from the grave &lt;br /&gt;No one was saved &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the lonely people &lt;br /&gt;Where do they all come from? &lt;br /&gt;All the lonely people &lt;br /&gt;Where do they all belong? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;To receive these postings on your mailbox, send a blank email to: &lt;a href="mailto:Followingsigns-subscribe@yahoogroups.com"&gt;Followingsigns-subscribe@yahoogroups.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5427263-108046693226461805?l=bmayo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427263/posts/default/108046693226461805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427263/posts/default/108046693226461805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bmayo.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108046693226461805' title='Eleanor Rigby - Lennon/McCartney'/><author><name>BM2 Love Angel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hZyWgaA1mlo/Tq0dy-nLkhI/AAAAAAAAAFY/8SV3bUzZE1I/s220/193025_10150522266215051_661720050_17917421_6166977_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5427263.post-107961705711398745</id><published>2004-03-18T14:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-03-18T14:40:00.780+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Meditation Tips</title><content type='html'>You are just great the way you are.&lt;br /&gt;Be yourself and do not compare.&lt;br /&gt;Find your uniqueness and BE IT.&lt;br /&gt;You will be so happy and contented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nahsti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man becomes too much attached to money - money is accidental. It has nothing to do with essential life. A man becomes too much attached to his house or to his car, or to his wife, or to her husband, to children, to relationship. Relationship is accidental; it has nothing essential in it. It is not your real being. And in this century, the twentieth century, the problem has become too deep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Osho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness is a perfume that you cannot pour onto someone else without getting some on yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;To receive these postings on your mailbox, send a blank email to: &lt;a href="mailto:Followingsigns-subscribe@yahoogroups.com"&gt;Followingsigns-subscribe@yahoogroups.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5427263-107961705711398745?l=bmayo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.deeshan.com' title='Meditation Tips'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427263/posts/default/107961705711398745'/><link rel='self' 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the first time in my life I see I need love&lt;br /&gt;There I was giggling about the games&lt;br /&gt;that I had played with many hearts and I'm not saying no names&lt;br /&gt;Then the thought occured tear drops made my eyes burn&lt;br /&gt;as I said to myself look what you've done to her&lt;br /&gt;I can feel it inside, I can't explain how it feels&lt;br /&gt;all I know is that I'll never dish another raw deal&lt;br /&gt;Playing make believe pretending that I'm true&lt;br /&gt;holding in my laugh as I say that I love you&lt;br /&gt;Saying amor kissing you on the ear&lt;br /&gt;whispering I love you and I'll always be here&lt;br /&gt;Although I often reminsce I can't believe that I found&lt;br /&gt;a desire for true love floating around&lt;br /&gt;Inside my soul because my soul is cold&lt;br /&gt;one half of me deserves to be this way till I'm old&lt;br /&gt;But the other half needs affection and joy&lt;br /&gt;and the warmth that is created by a girl and a boy&lt;br /&gt;I need love&lt;br /&gt;I need love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romance sheer delight how sweet&lt;br /&gt;I gotta find me a girl to make my life complete&lt;br /&gt;You can scratch my back, we'll get cozy and huddle&lt;br /&gt;I'll lay down my jacket so you can walk over a puddle&lt;br /&gt;I'll give you a rose, pull out your chair before we eat&lt;br /&gt;kiss you on the cheek and say ooh girl you're so sweet&lt;br /&gt;It's deja vu whenever I'm with you&lt;br /&gt;I could go on forever telling you what I do&lt;br /&gt;But where you at you're neither here or there&lt;br /&gt;I swear I can't find you anywhere&lt;br /&gt;Damn sure you ain't in my closet, or under my rug&lt;br /&gt;this love search is really making me bug&lt;br /&gt;And if you know who you are why don't you make yourself seen&lt;br /&gt;take the chance with my love and you'll find out what I mean&lt;br /&gt;Fantasy's can run but they can't hide&lt;br /&gt;and when I find you I'm gon' pour all my love inside&lt;br /&gt;I need love&lt;br /&gt;I need love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna kiss you hold you never scold you just love you&lt;br /&gt;suck on you neck, caress you and rub you&lt;br /&gt;Grind moan and never be alone&lt;br /&gt;if you're not standing next to me you're on the phone&lt;br /&gt;Can't you hear it in my voice, I need love bad&lt;br /&gt;I've got money but love's something I've never had&lt;br /&gt;I need your ruby red lips sweet face and all&lt;br /&gt;I love you more than a man who's 10 feet tall&lt;br /&gt;I'd watch the sunrise in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;we're so in love when we hug we become paralyzed&lt;br /&gt;Our bodies explode in ecstasy unreal&lt;br /&gt;you're as soft as a pillow and I'm as hard as steel&lt;br /&gt;It's like a dream land, I can't lie I never been there&lt;br /&gt;maybe this is an experience that me and you can share&lt;br /&gt;Clean and unsoiled yet sweaty and wet&lt;br /&gt;I swear to you this is something that I'll never forget&lt;br /&gt;I need love&lt;br /&gt;I need love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See what I mean I've changed I'm no longer&lt;br /&gt;a play boy on the run I need something that's stronger&lt;br /&gt;Friendship, trust honor respect admiration&lt;br /&gt;this whole experience has been such a revelation&lt;br /&gt;It's taught me love and how to be a real man&lt;br /&gt;to always be considerate and do all I can&lt;br /&gt;Protect you you're my lady and you mean so much&lt;br /&gt;my body tingles all over from the slightest touch&lt;br /&gt;Of your hand and understand I'll be frozen in time&lt;br /&gt;till we meet face to face and you tell me you're mine&lt;br /&gt;If I find you girl I swear I'll be a good man&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna leave it in destiny's hands&lt;br /&gt;I can't sit and wait for my princess to arrive&lt;br /&gt;I gotta struggle and fight to keep my dream alive&lt;br /&gt;I'll search the whole world for that special girl&lt;br /&gt;when I finally find you watch our love unfurl&lt;br /&gt;I need love&lt;br /&gt;I need love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl, listen to me&lt;br /&gt;When I be sittin in my room all alone, staring at the wall&lt;br /&gt;fantasies, they go through my mind&lt;br /&gt;And I've come to realize that I need true love&lt;br /&gt;and if you wanna give it to me girl make yourself seen&lt;br /&gt;I'll be waiting&lt;br /&gt;I love you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;To receive these postings on your mailbox, send a blank email to: &lt;a href="mailto:Followingsigns-subscribe@yahoogroups.com"&gt;Followingsigns-subscribe@yahoogroups.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5427263-107936883529754633?l=bmayo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427263/posts/default/107936883529754633'/><link rel='self' 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the one&lt;br /&gt;Who does not sit in the seat of the scornful&lt;br /&gt;But finds delight in the loveliness of things&lt;br /&gt;And lives by that pattern all day and all night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Norman Fischer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only those who risk going too far can possibly find out how far they can go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T.S. Elliot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By sitting alone whenever I can&lt;br /&gt;I clear my mind of a thousand thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;To speak of this is beyond words;&lt;br /&gt;Only by sitting in the quiet forest&lt;br /&gt;Can we ever understand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lu Yen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lifetime without love is of no account&lt;br /&gt;Love is the water of life&lt;br /&gt;Drink it down with heart and soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rumi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;To receive these postings on your mailbox, send a blank email to: &lt;a href="mailto:Followingsigns-subscribe@yahoogroups.com"&gt;Followingsigns-subscribe@yahoogroups.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5427263-107903474941358017?l=bmayo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.deeshan.com' title='Meditation Tips'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427263/posts/default/107903474941358017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427263/posts/default/107903474941358017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bmayo.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107903474941358017' title='Meditation Tips'/><author><name>BM2 Love Angel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hZyWgaA1mlo/Tq0dy-nLkhI/AAAAAAAAAFY/8SV3bUzZE1I/s220/193025_10150522266215051_661720050_17917421_6166977_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5427263.post-107868556424482028</id><published>2004-03-07T19:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-03-07T19:54:56.936+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Meditation tips</title><content type='html'>Accept - then act.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever the present moment contains, accept it as if you had chosen it. &lt;br /&gt;Always work with it, not against it.&lt;br /&gt;Make it your friend and ally, not your enemy.&lt;br /&gt;This will miraculously transform your whole life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eckhart Tolle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An untroubled mind, no longer seeking to consider what is right and what is wrong, &lt;br /&gt;a mind beyond judgments, watches and understands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The deepest words of the wise man teach us&lt;br /&gt;the same as the whistle of the wind when it blows&lt;br /&gt;or the sound of the water when it is flowing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antonio Machado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I pay attention to what is happening inside, what wants to open next, it will always intensify. &lt;br /&gt;And as I sense each new capacity, I also discover what is in the way, preventing my opening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack Kornfield&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you realize that all things change, there is nothing you will try to hold on to.&lt;br /&gt;If you aren't afraid of dying, there is nothing you can't achieve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lao Tzu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;To receive these postings on your mailbox, send a blank email to: &lt;a href="mailto:Followingsigns-subscribe@yahoogroups.com"&gt;Followingsigns-subscribe@yahoogroups.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5427263-107868556424482028?l=bmayo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.deeshan.com' title='Meditation tips'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427263/posts/default/107868556424482028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427263/posts/default/107868556424482028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bmayo.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107868556424482028' title='Meditation tips'/><author><name>BM2 Love Angel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hZyWgaA1mlo/Tq0dy-nLkhI/AAAAAAAAAFY/8SV3bUzZE1I/s220/193025_10150522266215051_661720050_17917421_6166977_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5427263.post-107848600531114285</id><published>2004-03-05T12:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-03-05T12:28:56.153+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Meditation Tips</title><content type='html'>As soon as you trust yourself, &lt;br /&gt;you will know how to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goethe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching is meditation.&lt;br /&gt;What you watch is not the point: the object is not the point.&lt;br /&gt;The quality of observation,  the quality of being aware and alert – &lt;br /&gt;that’s what meditation is.&lt;br /&gt;Whatsoever you do with awareness is meditation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Osho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth is simply this present moment as it is, nothing can be added to it.&lt;br /&gt;If you are totally present in this moment, then you are Truth itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tishan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gift of Truth conquers all gifts. &lt;br /&gt;The taste of Truth conquers all sweetness. &lt;br /&gt;The Joy of Truth conquers all pleasures. &lt;br /&gt;The loss of desires conquers all sorrows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Dhammapada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the absolute day,&lt;br /&gt;the only day in the eternity of time.&lt;br /&gt;Everyday is fresh and new&lt;br /&gt;just as one's life is new everyday.&lt;br /&gt;The past is only reference.&lt;br /&gt;The future is hope.&lt;br /&gt;Today is real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryokan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;To receive these postings on your mailbox, send a blank email to: &lt;a href="mailto:Followingsigns-subscribe@yahoogroups.com"&gt;Followingsigns-subscribe@yahoogroups.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5427263-107848600531114285?l=bmayo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.deeshan.com' title='Meditation Tips'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427263/posts/default/107848600531114285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427263/posts/default/107848600531114285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bmayo.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107848600531114285' title='Meditation Tips'/><author><name>BM2 Love Angel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hZyWgaA1mlo/Tq0dy-nLkhI/AAAAAAAAAFY/8SV3bUzZE1I/s220/193025_10150522266215051_661720050_17917421_6166977_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5427263.post-107830258021364582</id><published>2004-03-03T09:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-03-03T09:31:48.780+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cure --More Than This </title><content type='html'>The Cure --More Than This &lt;br /&gt;Words and music: Robert Smith &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a second of your life &lt;br /&gt;Tell me that it's true &lt;br /&gt;Waiting for a sign &lt;br /&gt;It's all I want of you &lt;br /&gt;Your heart hides a secret &lt;br /&gt;A promise of what is &lt;br /&gt;Of something more than this &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a second of your time &lt;br /&gt;Any one will do &lt;br /&gt;A taste of any other &lt;br /&gt;Is all I want from you &lt;br /&gt;Offer me the world &lt;br /&gt;And how can I resist &lt;br /&gt;Something more than this? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make-believe in magic &lt;br /&gt;Make-believe in dreams &lt;br /&gt;Make-believe -- Impossible &lt;br /&gt;Nothing as it seems &lt;br /&gt;See, touch, taste, smell, hear &lt;br /&gt;But never know if it's real (But never know if it's real) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a second of your life &lt;br /&gt;Tell me if it's true &lt;br /&gt;Anywhere we are &lt;br /&gt;Is all I want of you &lt;br /&gt;On your lips lies a secret &lt;br /&gt;A promise of a kiss &lt;br /&gt;Of something more than this &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a second of your time &lt;br /&gt;Any one will do &lt;br /&gt;To know from any other &lt;br /&gt;Is all I want from you &lt;br /&gt;You've given me the world &lt;br /&gt;You know I can't resist &lt;br /&gt;Something more than this &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make-believe in magic &lt;br /&gt;Make-believe in dreams &lt;br /&gt;Make-believe -- Impossible &lt;br /&gt;Nothing as it seems &lt;br /&gt;Never really understand &lt;br /&gt;What anything means (What anything means) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another second of my life &lt;br /&gt;Not knowing if it's true &lt;br /&gt;Make-believe in nothing &lt;br /&gt;Is all I want of you &lt;br /&gt;Whispering the secret &lt;br /&gt;Whispering there is &lt;br /&gt;Always something other &lt;br /&gt;Something more than this &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;To receive these postings on your mailbox, send a blank email to: &lt;a href="mailto:Followingsigns-subscribe@yahoogroups.com"&gt;Followingsigns-subscribe@yahoogroups.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hZyWgaA1mlo/Tq0dy-nLkhI/AAAAAAAAAFY/8SV3bUzZE1I/s220/193025_10150522266215051_661720050_17917421_6166977_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5427263.post-107806345586357104</id><published>2004-02-29T15:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-02-29T15:06:22.000+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sun Rising - The Beloved</title><content type='html'>The Sun Rising Lyrics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;movement outside, silence inside&lt;br /&gt;restless lovers spread your wings as the day begins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's just the sun rising&lt;br /&gt;it's just the sun rising&lt;br /&gt;it's shining&lt;br /&gt;it's just the sun rising&lt;br /&gt;it's just the sun rising&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;learn to love your secret life, still calm and gentle life&lt;br /&gt;your resolution comes too fast, now the night is past&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's just the sun rising&lt;br /&gt;it's just the sun rising&lt;br /&gt;it's shining&lt;br /&gt;it's just the sun rising&lt;br /&gt;it's just the sun rising&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smiling, gliding, breathless you're riding&lt;br /&gt;love is just a state of mind that we leave behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's just the sun rising&lt;br /&gt;it's just the sun rising&lt;br /&gt;it's shining&lt;br /&gt;it's just the sun rising&lt;br /&gt;it's just the sun rising&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let yourself go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's just the sun rising&lt;br /&gt;it's just the sun rising&lt;br /&gt;it's shining&lt;br /&gt;it's just the sun rising&lt;br /&gt;it's just the sun rising&lt;br /&gt;it's shining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's just the sun rising&lt;br /&gt;it's just the sun rising&lt;br /&gt;it's shining&lt;br /&gt;it's just the sun rising&lt;br /&gt;sun rising&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life, love... (adlib to fade)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;To receive these postings on your mailbox, send a blank email to: &lt;a href="mailto:Followingsigns-subscribe@yahoogroups.com"&gt;Followingsigns-subscribe@yahoogroups.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5427263-107806345586357104?l=bmayo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.thebeloved.com/' title='The Sun Rising - The Beloved'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427263/posts/default/107806345586357104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427263/posts/default/107806345586357104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bmayo.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107806345586357104' title='The Sun Rising - The Beloved'/><author><name>BM2 Love Angel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hZyWgaA1mlo/Tq0dy-nLkhI/AAAAAAAAAFY/8SV3bUzZE1I/s220/193025_10150522266215051_661720050_17917421_6166977_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5427263.post-107787844307377356</id><published>2004-02-27T11:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-02-27T11:42:46.733+01:00</updated><title type='text'>NUMB - Linkin Park</title><content type='html'>I'm tired of being what you want me to be &lt;br /&gt;Feeling so faithless &lt;br /&gt;Lost under the surface &lt;br /&gt;I don't know what you're expecting of me &lt;br /&gt;Put under the pressure of walking in your shoes &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Caught in the undertow &lt;br /&gt;Just caught in the undertow) &lt;br /&gt;Every step that I take is &lt;br /&gt;Another mistake to you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've &lt;br /&gt;Become so numb &lt;br /&gt;I can't feel you there &lt;br /&gt;Become so tired &lt;br /&gt;So much more awake &lt;br /&gt;I'm becoming this &lt;br /&gt;All I want to do &lt;br /&gt;Is be more like me &lt;br /&gt;And be less like you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't you see that you're smothering me &lt;br /&gt;Holding too tightly &lt;br /&gt;Afraid to lose control &lt;br /&gt;'Cause everything that you thought I would be &lt;br /&gt;Has fallen apart right in front of you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Caught in the undertow &lt;br /&gt;Just caught in the undertow) &lt;br /&gt;Every step that I take is &lt;br /&gt;Another mistake to you &lt;br /&gt;(Caught in the undertow &lt;br /&gt;Just caught in the undertow) &lt;br /&gt;And every second I waste &lt;br /&gt;Is more than I can take &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I know &lt;br /&gt;I may end up falling too &lt;br /&gt;But I know &lt;br /&gt;You were just like me &lt;br /&gt;With someone disappointed in you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;To receive these postings on your mailbox, send a blank email to: &lt;a href="mailto:Followingsigns-subscribe@yahoogroups.com"&gt;Followingsigns-subscribe@yahoogroups.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5427263-107787844307377356?l=bmayo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427263/posts/default/107787844307377356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427263/posts/default/107787844307377356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bmayo.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107787844307377356' title='NUMB - Linkin Park'/><author><name>BM2 Love Angel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hZyWgaA1mlo/Tq0dy-nLkhI/AAAAAAAAAFY/8SV3bUzZE1I/s220/193025_10150522266215051_661720050_17917421_6166977_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5427263.post-107761997112211563</id><published>2004-02-24T11:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-02-24T11:54:51.466+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaving on a Jet Plane </title><content type='html'>All my bags are packed. I'm ready to go.&lt;br /&gt;I'm standing here outside your door,&lt;br /&gt;I hate to wake you up to say goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;But the dawn is breaking, it's early morn.&lt;br /&gt;The taxi's waiting, he's blowing his horn,&lt;br /&gt;Already I'm so lonesome I could cry.&lt;br /&gt;So kiss me and smile for me,&lt;br /&gt;Tell me that you'll wait for me,&lt;br /&gt;Hold me like you'll never let me go.&lt;br /&gt;I'm leaving on a jet plane&lt;br /&gt;Don't know when I'll be back again -&lt;br /&gt;Oh Babe, I hate to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's so many times I've let you down,&lt;br /&gt;So many times I've played around,&lt;br /&gt;I tell you now, they don't mean a thing.&lt;br /&gt;Every place I go, I'll think of you,&lt;br /&gt;Ewery song I sing, I'll sing for you,&lt;br /&gt;When I come back, I'll wear your wedding ring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the time has come to leave you,&lt;br /&gt;One more time let me kiss you,&lt;br /&gt;Then close your eyes, I'll be on my way.&lt;br /&gt;Dream about the days to come.&lt;br /&gt;When I won't have to leave alone,&lt;br /&gt;About the times I won't have to say ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;To receive these postings on your mailbox, send a blank email to: &lt;a href="mailto:Followingsigns-subscribe@yahoogroups.com"&gt;Followingsigns-subscribe@yahoogroups.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5427263-107761997112211563?l=bmayo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427263/posts/default/107761997112211563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427263/posts/default/107761997112211563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bmayo.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107761997112211563' title='Leaving on a Jet Plane '/><author><name>BM2 Love Angel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hZyWgaA1mlo/Tq0dy-nLkhI/AAAAAAAAAFY/8SV3bUzZE1I/s220/193025_10150522266215051_661720050_17917421_6166977_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5427263.post-107704269260626774</id><published>2004-02-17T19:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-02-17T19:33:26.700+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Back on the Block - Quincy Jones</title><content type='html'>[ all ]&lt;br /&gt;Back&lt;br /&gt;Back on the block&lt;br /&gt;Back&lt;br /&gt;Back on the block&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back, on the block, so we can rock&lt;br /&gt;With the soul, rhythm, blues, be bop and hip hop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back on the block&lt;br /&gt;Back on the block&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ VERSE 1: Ice-T ]&lt;br /&gt;Ice-T, let me kick my credentials&lt;br /&gt;A young player, bred in South Central&lt;br /&gt;L.A., home of the bodybag&lt;br /&gt;You wanna die, wear the wrong color rag&lt;br /&gt;I used to walk in stores and yell: "Lay down!"&lt;br /&gt;You flinch an inch - AK spray down&lt;br /&gt;But I was lucky cause I never caught the hard time&lt;br /&gt;I was blessed with the skill to bust a dope rhyme&lt;br /&gt;All my homies died or caught the penzo&lt;br /&gt;Lost their diamonds, cops towed their Benzos&lt;br /&gt;Livin that life that we thought was it&lt;br /&gt;Fast lanin, but the car flipped&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna lie to ya, cause I don't lie&lt;br /&gt;I just kick thick game, some people say: why?&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm back on the block, I got my life back&lt;br /&gt;So I school the fools about the fast track&lt;br /&gt;I get static from the style of my technique&lt;br /&gt;Profanity, the blatant way in which I speak&lt;br /&gt;But the Dude knows the streets ain't no kiddie game&lt;br /&gt;You don't know the Dude? Quincy's his first name&lt;br /&gt;He told me: "Ice, keep doin what you're doin, man&lt;br /&gt;Don't give a damn if the squares don't understand&lt;br /&gt;You let em tell you what to say and what to write&lt;br /&gt;Your whole career'll be over by tomorrow night&lt;br /&gt;Rap from your heart, and your heart's with the street&lt;br /&gt;Rap on my record, man, Kimiko, send Ice the beat"&lt;br /&gt;The Dude is def no doubt, what can I say?&lt;br /&gt;The man can roll with Ice-T or Michael J&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ all ]&lt;br /&gt;Back&lt;br /&gt;Back on the block&lt;br /&gt;Back&lt;br /&gt;Back on the block&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back, on the block, so we can rock&lt;br /&gt;With the soul, rhythm, blues, be bop and hip hop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back on the block&lt;br /&gt;Back on the block&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ VERSE 2: Melle Mel ]&lt;br /&gt;I'm back, on the block, on the screen&lt;br /&gt;I'm on the wax, I'm on the stage, I'm on the scene&lt;br /&gt;I'm on the case, just like an attorney&lt;br /&gt;The Dude took me on a magic journey&lt;br /&gt;To dance in France, alone in Rome&lt;br /&gt;On the farmlands of Nebraska, the cold of Alaska&lt;br /&gt;The heat of the motherland&lt;br /&gt;To be with my brotherman&lt;br /&gt;On top of a snowcapped mountain I'm scoutin&lt;br /&gt;What another man saw in a race of people&lt;br /&gt;To see him give his life for the price of equal&lt;br /&gt;The highest wisdoms, the richest kingdoms&lt;br /&gt;The Song of Songs we heard David sing them&lt;br /&gt;He showed me me when I was young and hung out&lt;br /&gt;He showed me makin love, even showed me strung out&lt;br /&gt;He showed me poppin nines, standin on a rock&lt;br /&gt;But tears came to my eyes when he showed me my block&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ Tevin Campbell (&amp; Andrae Crouch Singers) ]&lt;br /&gt;Stokie's just Stokie, mama&lt;br /&gt;(Stokie's Stokie)&lt;br /&gt;And one by one each woman he kiss&lt;br /&gt;(He kiss her and she gon' fall in love)&lt;br /&gt;Stokie's just Stokie, you know?&lt;br /&gt;(Stokie's Stokie)&lt;br /&gt;Till someone shows that they care enough&lt;br /&gt;(Ain't nothin gonna bother Stokie much)&lt;br /&gt;Some say they can't take it no more&lt;br /&gt;(Comin here, comin here startin stuff)&lt;br /&gt;But Dude is back on duty fo' sho'&lt;br /&gt;(Back on the block to stay)&lt;br /&gt;They say he ain't gonna be with it&lt;br /&gt;(Comin back, comin back to the street)&lt;br /&gt;But Dude he know you'll never forget it&lt;br /&gt;(Back on the block to stay)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ VERSE 3: Big Daddy Kane ]&lt;br /&gt;Back up and give the brother room &lt;br /&gt;To let poetry bloom to whom&lt;br /&gt;It may concern or consume&lt;br /&gt;As I reminisce before this&lt;br /&gt;The bliss that exist&lt;br /&gt;But now we brought about a twist&lt;br /&gt;Cause I remember of my people bleedin&lt;br /&gt;Put through slavery and killed for bravery&lt;br /&gt;We shoulda got our freedom much sooner&lt;br /&gt;You never seen a blackman on _The Honeymooners_&lt;br /&gt;But now somehow we've learned to earn, to grow, to show&lt;br /&gt;The elevation of a people built is so&lt;br /&gt;Jesse Jackson, Miss America a black one&lt;br /&gt;No more livin for just a small fraction&lt;br /&gt;I was once told by the Dude that knowledge is a food&lt;br /&gt;To nourish, so to conclude&lt;br /&gt;This from an Asiatic descendant, Big Daddy is shocked&lt;br /&gt;Yo Q, we back on the block&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ all ]&lt;br /&gt;Back&lt;br /&gt;Back on the block&lt;br /&gt;Back&lt;br /&gt;Back on the block&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back, on the block, so we can rock&lt;br /&gt;With the soul, rhythm, blues, be bop and hip hop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back on the block&lt;br /&gt;Back on the block&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ VERSE 4: Kool Moe Dee ]&lt;br /&gt;An everlasting omnipresence is my present&lt;br /&gt;State of being, seeing the unpleasant&lt;br /&gt;Sight of righteous souls live like peasants&lt;br /&gt;The mind stunts growth in adolescence&lt;br /&gt;My insight enables me to enlight&lt;br /&gt;The weakest of minds, and I put em in flight&lt;br /&gt;As I transcend, a-scend or de-scend&lt;br /&gt;Re-create, re-incarnate and re-send&lt;br /&gt;The powerful spirits of our ancestors&lt;br /&gt;For those that don't know how God blessed us&lt;br /&gt;Because man messed up, the media dressed up&lt;br /&gt;Lies perpetrated as truth, and it left us&lt;br /&gt;Confused, but I've seen it all before&lt;br /&gt;&gt;From Babylon to the Third World War&lt;br /&gt;I'm more than a man, I'm more like an entity&lt;br /&gt;Back on the block, and this time my identity&lt;br /&gt;Is the Dude&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ba-ba-ba-back on the&lt;br /&gt;Ba-back on&lt;br /&gt;Ba-ba-back on the block&lt;br /&gt;Ba-ba-back on&lt;br /&gt;Ba-ba-back on the block&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ Tevin Campbell (&amp; Andrae Crouch Singers) ]&lt;br /&gt;Stoki, ke Stoki, mai-bo&lt;br /&gt;(Stoki, Stoki)&lt;br /&gt;Wam babma, wam bamb'u mandisa&lt;br /&gt;(Wahm bamba wahm bamboo mandisa)&lt;br /&gt;(Stoki ke Stoki, mai-bo)&lt;br /&gt;(Stoki, Stoki)&lt;br /&gt;Wam babma, wam bamb'u mandisa&lt;br /&gt;(Wahm bamba wahm bamboo mandisa)&lt;br /&gt;M'yeke, yeke, yeke, wena&lt;br /&gt;(Kha'mye, kha'myeke wena)&lt;br /&gt;Yo khala, khala, khala, u mama&lt;br /&gt;(Yo khal'u mama khe)&lt;br /&gt;M'yeke, yeke, yeke, wena&lt;br /&gt;(Kha'mye, kha'myeke, wena)&lt;br /&gt;Yo khala, kha, 'yok 'shaya u baba&lt;br /&gt;(Yok shaya u baba khe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ Rev. Jesse Jackson ]&lt;br /&gt;(Now I would - I would contend that ah -&lt;br /&gt;The rappers - rap is here to stay)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;To receive these postings on your mailbox, send a blank email to: &lt;a href="mailto:Followingsigns-subscribe@yahoogroups.com"&gt;Followingsigns-subscribe@yahoogroups.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5427263-107704269260626774?l=bmayo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427263/posts/default/107704269260626774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427263/posts/default/107704269260626774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bmayo.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107704269260626774' title='Back on the Block - Quincy Jones'/><author><name>BM2 Love Angel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hZyWgaA1mlo/Tq0dy-nLkhI/AAAAAAAAAFY/8SV3bUzZE1I/s220/193025_10150522266215051_661720050_17917421_6166977_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5427263.post-107693303922618437</id><published>2004-02-16T13:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-02-16T13:05:52.310+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Jammin' - Bob Marley</title><content type='html'>Jammin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, yeah! All right!&lt;br /&gt;We're jammin':&lt;br /&gt;I wanna jam it wid you.&lt;br /&gt;We're jammin', jammin',&lt;br /&gt;And I hope you like jammin', too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ain't no rules, ain't no vow, we can do it anyhow:&lt;br /&gt;I'n'I will see you through,&lt;br /&gt;'Cos everyday we pay the price with a little sacrifice,&lt;br /&gt;Jammin' till the jam is through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're jammin' -&lt;br /&gt;To think that jammin' was a thing of the past;&lt;br /&gt;We're jammin',&lt;br /&gt;And I hope this jam is gonna last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No bullet can stop us now, we neither beg nor we won't bow;&lt;br /&gt;Neither can be bought nor sold.&lt;br /&gt;We all defend the right; Jah - Jah children must unite:&lt;br /&gt;Your life is worth much more than gold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're jammin' (jammin', jammin', jammin')&lt;br /&gt;And we're jammin' in the name of the Lord;&lt;br /&gt;We're jammin' (jammin', jammin', jammin'),&lt;br /&gt;We're jammin' right straight from Yah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeh! Holy Mount Zion;&lt;br /&gt;Holy Mount Zion:&lt;br /&gt;Jah sitteth in Mount Zion&lt;br /&gt;And rules all creation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, we're - we're jammin' (wotcha-wa),&lt;br /&gt;Wotcha-wa-wa-wa, we're jammin' (wotcha-wa),&lt;br /&gt;See, I wanna jam it wid you&lt;br /&gt;We're jammin' (jammin', jammin', jammin')&lt;br /&gt;I'm jammed: I hope you're jammin', too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jam's about my pride and truth I cannot hide&lt;br /&gt;To keep you satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;True love that now exist is the love I can't resist,&lt;br /&gt;So jam by my side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're Jammin' (jammin', jammin', jammin'), yeah-eah-eah!&lt;br /&gt;I wanna jam it wid you.&lt;br /&gt;We're jammin', we're jammin', we're jammin', we're jammin',&lt;br /&gt;We're jammin', we're jammin', we're jammin', we're jammin';&lt;br /&gt;Hope you like jammin', too.&lt;br /&gt;We're jammin', we're jammin' (jammin'),&lt;br /&gt;We're jammin', we're jammin' (jammin').&lt;br /&gt;I wanna (I wanna jam it wid you) - I wanna -&lt;br /&gt;I wanna jam wid you now.&lt;br /&gt;Jammin', jammin' (hope you like jammin' too).&lt;br /&gt;Eh-eh! I hope you like jammin', I hope you like jammin',&lt;br /&gt;'Cause (I wanna jam it wid you). I wanna ... wid you.&lt;br /&gt;I like - I hope you - I hope you like jammin', too.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna jam it;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna jam it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;To receive these postings on your mailbox, send a blank email to: &lt;a href="mailto:Followingsigns-subscribe@yahoogroups.com"&gt;Followingsigns-subscribe@yahoogroups.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5427263-107693303922618437?l=bmayo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427263/posts/default/107693303922618437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427263/posts/default/107693303922618437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bmayo.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107693303922618437' title='Jammin&apos; - Bob Marley'/><author><name>BM2 Love Angel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hZyWgaA1mlo/Tq0dy-nLkhI/AAAAAAAAAFY/8SV3bUzZE1I/s220/193025_10150522266215051_661720050_17917421_6166977_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5427263.post-107662029355102141</id><published>2004-02-12T22:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-02-12T22:13:22.903+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Meditation Tips</title><content type='html'>There is no place to go, and so we travel!&lt;br /&gt;You and I, and what for, just to imagine that we could go somewhere else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edward Dahlberg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no definite good or bad about anything in the world.&lt;br /&gt;After something has happened, it depends on how you look at it - whether as good or bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone of us is basically uninformed but not stupid. We just learn at different speeds and in different ways. &lt;br /&gt;So Just slow down. Have a cup of tea. Relax. You don't understand everything overnight. It's OK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tasogare Shinju&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of the gift of self-reflective consciousness, the human being alone, of all forms of life, has the capacity to recognize his or her own true identity as being not separate from the whole event of creation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrew Cohen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the silence of meditation you can sense the part or parts of yourself that you may be trying to push away or disown. &lt;br /&gt;When you surrender and welcome the excluded parts back into the fold, there is a release of energy and your inner strength returns. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beth Johnson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;To receive these postings on your mailbox, send a blank email to: &lt;a href="mailto:Followingsigns-subscribe@yahoogroups.com"&gt;Followingsigns-subscribe@yahoogroups.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5427263-107662029355102141?l=bmayo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.deeshan.com' title='Meditation Tips'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427263/posts/default/107662029355102141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427263/posts/default/107662029355102141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bmayo.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107662029355102141' title='Meditation Tips'/><author><name>BM2 Love Angel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hZyWgaA1mlo/Tq0dy-nLkhI/AAAAAAAAAFY/8SV3bUzZE1I/s220/193025_10150522266215051_661720050_17917421_6166977_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5427263.post-107627196510736354</id><published>2004-02-08T21:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-02-08T21:27:50.216+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Meditation Tips</title><content type='html'>True meditation has no direction, goals, or method. All methods aim at achieving a certain state of mind. &lt;br /&gt;All states are limited, impermanent and conditioned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adyashanti &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Problems are opportunities in disguise. &lt;br /&gt;If you did not face problems you would just drift through life, and you would not gain inner growth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace pilgrim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the only meditation I know. &lt;br /&gt;While I eat, I eat. &lt;br /&gt;While I walk, I walk. &lt;br /&gt;And while I feel sleepy, I sleep. &lt;br /&gt;Whatsoever happens, happens. &lt;br /&gt;I never interfere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bokuju&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;To receive these postings on your mailbox, send a blank email to: &lt;a href="mailto:Followingsigns-subscribe@yahoogroups.com"&gt;Followingsigns-subscribe@yahoogroups.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hZyWgaA1mlo/Tq0dy-nLkhI/AAAAAAAAAFY/8SV3bUzZE1I/s220/193025_10150522266215051_661720050_17917421_6166977_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5427263.post-107589443181339621</id><published>2004-02-04T12:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-02-04T12:35:32.326+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Touch Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;The Doors&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon now.&lt;br /&gt;Touch me, babe,&lt;br /&gt;Can't you see that I am not afraid,&lt;br /&gt;What was that promise that you made,&lt;br /&gt;Why won't you tell me what she said,&lt;br /&gt;What was that promise that she made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm gonna love you till the heaven stops the rain&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna love you till the stars fall from the sky,&lt;br /&gt;For you and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon now.&lt;br /&gt;Touch me, babe,&lt;br /&gt;Can't you see that I am not afraid,&lt;br /&gt;What was that promise that you made,&lt;br /&gt;Why won't you tell me what she said,&lt;br /&gt;What was that promise that she made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna love you till the heaven stops the rain,&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna love you till the stars fall from the sky,&lt;br /&gt;For you and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna love you till the heaven stops the rain,&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna love you till the stars fall from the sky,&lt;br /&gt;For you and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;To receive these postings on your mailbox, send a blank email to: &lt;a href="mailto:Followingsigns-subscribe@yahoogroups.com"&gt;Followingsigns-subscribe@yahoogroups.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5427263-107589443181339621?l=bmayo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427263/posts/default/107589443181339621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427263/posts/default/107589443181339621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bmayo.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107589443181339621' title='Touch Me'/><author><name>BM2 Love Angel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hZyWgaA1mlo/Tq0dy-nLkhI/AAAAAAAAAFY/8SV3bUzZE1I/s220/193025_10150522266215051_661720050_17917421_6166977_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5427263.post-107580507821449741</id><published>2004-02-03T11:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-02-03T11:46:17.733+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Meditation tips</title><content type='html'>I often compare the mind in meditation to a jar of muddy water: &lt;br /&gt;the more we leave the water without interfering or stirring it, the more the particles of dirt will sink to the bottom, letting the natural clarity of the water shine through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sogyal Rinpoche&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't know where you are going, stay here!&lt;br /&gt;If you are tired, rest!&lt;br /&gt;If you get confused, stop thinking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One should do what one teaches others to do; &lt;br /&gt;if one would train others, one should be well controlled oneself. &lt;br /&gt;Difficult, indeed, is self-control. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dhammapada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the absolute day,&lt;br /&gt;the only day in the eternity of time.&lt;br /&gt;Everyday is fresh and new&lt;br /&gt;just as one's life is new everyday.&lt;br /&gt;The past is only reference.&lt;br /&gt;The future is hope.&lt;br /&gt;Today is real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avoid those pretenders who decide for you; take the reins in your own hands. &lt;br /&gt;You have to decide. &lt;br /&gt;In fact, in that very decisiveness, your soul is born. &lt;br /&gt;When others decide for you, your soul remains asleep and dull. &lt;br /&gt;When you start deciding on your own, a sharpness arises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Osho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;To receive these postings on your mailbox, send a blank email to: &lt;a href="mailto:Followingsigns-subscribe@yahoogroups.com"&gt;Followingsigns-subscribe@yahoogroups.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5427263-107580507821449741?l=bmayo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.deeshan.com' title='Meditation tips'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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and the flowers &lt;br /&gt;Where there used to be rain &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My yesterday was blue, dear &lt;br /&gt;Today I'm part of you, dear &lt;br /&gt;My lonely nights are through, dear &lt;br /&gt;Since you said you were mine &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a difference a day makes &lt;br /&gt;There's a rainbow before me &lt;br /&gt;Skies above can't be stormy &lt;br /&gt;Since that moment of bliss, that thrilling kiss &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's heaven when you find romance on your menu &lt;br /&gt;What a difference a day made &lt;br /&gt;And the difference is you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tony Bennett&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;To receive these postings on your mailbox, send a blank email to: &lt;a href="mailto:Followingsigns-subscribe@yahoogroups.com"&gt;Followingsigns-subscribe@yahoogroups.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hZyWgaA1mlo/Tq0dy-nLkhI/AAAAAAAAAFY/8SV3bUzZE1I/s220/193025_10150522266215051_661720050_17917421_6166977_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5427263.post-1075290886835058</id><published>2004-01-29T12:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-01-28T12:56:20.123+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Hiking to Understand Who We Are &amp; Our Place in the Universe</title><content type='html'>In our hectic, modern lives it is easy to get lost, to lose a sense of who we really are and why we are here. It is easy to get so busy doing so many things that we loose track of why we are doing them. How much of this being busy is a part of our real purpose in life? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever felt a general sense of dissatisfaction or an inner restlessness? Perhaps it is because you know you have the potential to be more. Perhaps you need a better understanding of the meaning of life to help you focus. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clearly each of us is an individual with our own unique mix of skills, talents, and abilities. Our modern, mechanized way of life makes it easy to loose track of these. We all too easily become dependent on our material possessions to do almost everything for us including even our thinking and imagination. Each of us can make a difference in the world, but to do so we must first find our purpose in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From a spiritual point of view we are more than just our bodies and the electrical activity of our brains. The real essence of who we are lies within. Our bodies and our lives here are merely a means of expression for our true selves that will endure beyond this lifetime. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What gives meaning to our lives is our relationship with our inner selves, our creator, and others. We are each an instrument in the orchestra of life. We honor ourselves when we harmonize with others. To play in harmony we must learn what our part is supposed to be. Playing our part or fulfilling our purpose in life is a balance between looking within and expressing what we discover there through relationship and service to others. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hiking can help us to tune our instrument. Hiking gives us a break from our ordinary routine and a chance to reconnect with the natural world and ourselves. Hiking can be a time to let your mind soar and contemplate the most difficult problems and abstract ideas. Hiking gives us a chance to leave our mechanized way of life behind for awhile at least and to begin reclaiming our soul's heritage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While you are hiking and enjoying nature you may from time to time feel a presence that communicates with you through the natural beauty of your surroundings. That presence is your higher self or the deeper, more enduring part of you. Learn to listen to it. It often comes to us as a few moments of wonder while we are observing the magnificence of nature. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With this sense of wonder may also come an increased awareness of purpose not only in your life, but everywhere and in everything. You may discover that there truly is a season for all things. You will begin to feel that you too are a part of the natural flow of all life and all things. From this connectedness with all of nature new joy, delight, and energy will flow into you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Hiking Web Site. Copyright © 2000 by Eric Olsen. All Rights Reserved. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;To receive these postings on your mailbox, send a blank email to: &lt;a href="mailto:Followingsigns-subscribe@yahoogroups.com"&gt;Followingsigns-subscribe@yahoogroups.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5427263-1075290886835058?l=bmayo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.hikingwebsite.com/hiking/meaning.htm' title='Hiking to Understand Who We Are &amp; Our Place in the Universe'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427263/posts/default/1075290886835058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427263/posts/default/1075290886835058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bmayo.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#1075290886835058' title='Hiking to Understand Who We Are &amp; Our Place in the Universe'/><author><name>BM2 Love Angel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hZyWgaA1mlo/Tq0dy-nLkhI/AAAAAAAAAFY/8SV3bUzZE1I/s220/193025_10150522266215051_661720050_17917421_6166977_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5427263.post-107519352237435349</id><published>2004-01-28T09:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-01-27T09:53:34.606+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflections of the Warrior of the Light in 2004 </title><content type='html'>Reflections of the Warrior of the Light in 2004 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Carlos Castañeda says: "The great power of the human being is his capacity to make decisions." Each decision that we take enables us to change the future and the past. &lt;br /&gt;     Choosing means: "I commit myself." When someone makes a choice, they must remember that the path to be followed is going to be very different from the path imagined. Choosing means: "well, I know where I want to get to." &lt;br /&gt;     Choosing also means: "I'll have to give up a lot of things." And it is with this commitment that the warrior of the light moves forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choosing in peace &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     The warrior of the light meditates. He sits down in a quite corner of his tent and delivers himself to the divine light. &lt;br /&gt;     On doing so, he tries not to think of anything, detaches himself from the pursuit of pleasures, challenges and revelations, and lets his gifts and powers reveal themselves.&lt;br /&gt;     Even though he does not notice it at the time, these gifts and powers are taking control of his life and will affect his daily life. &lt;br /&gt;     As he meditates, the warrior is not himself but rather a spark of the Soul of the World. These are the moments that allow him to understand his responsibility and act accordingly. A warrior of the light knows: in the silence of his heart exists a higher order that is to show him the steps of his personal choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choosing with confidence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     The warrior of the light always manages to balance Rigor and Mercy. To attain his dream he needs to have a strong will - as well as an immense capacity of self-surrender.&lt;br /&gt;     Although he has an objective, the road to reach it is not always the one he imagines, so he has to use discipline and compassion. God never abandons his children - but the designs of Providence are unfathomable.&lt;br /&gt;     So, for the warrior of the light nothing is abstract. Everything is concrete and everything concerns him.&lt;br /&gt;     He does not sit in the comfort of his tent observing what is going on in the world, but accepts each challenge as an opportunity to transform himself.&lt;br /&gt;     Some of his companions spend their lives criticizing the lack of options or commenting on the decisions of others. The warrior, however, turns his thought into action.&lt;br /&gt;     Sometimes he makes mistakes, and pays the price of his error. Other times he strays from the path and wastes a lot of time getting back to the original destination.&lt;br /&gt;     But a warrior does not become distracted, because he knows what he is looking for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choosing with decision &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     A warrior of the light has the qualities of a rock. &lt;br /&gt;     When he finds himself on flat terrain - all around him is in harmony - he remains stable. People can build their houses on top of what he created because the storm will not be destructive.&lt;br /&gt;     Nonetheless, when they put him on uneven terrain and nothing around him appears to respect or balance his work, he demonstrates his strength rolling in the direction of the enemy who threatens his choice. Without cruelty, but with decision, the warrior does not allow himself to be paralyzed by his adversaries. &lt;br /&gt;     A warrior of the light thinks of the good combat and of peace at one and the same time and knows how to act according to the circumstances. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The future becoming present&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     From now on - and for some centuries to come - the Universe will help the warriors of the light and boycott the prejudiced.&lt;br /&gt;     The energy of the Earth needs renovating.&lt;br /&gt;     New ideas need space.&lt;br /&gt;     The body and the soul need new challenges.&lt;br /&gt;     The future becomes present and all the dreams - except those that involve prejudices - will enjoy the chance to manifest themselves.&lt;br /&gt;     Whatever is important will remain; whatever is useless will disappear. For that reason, when lots of people gather to give their opinion on how he should act or behave, the warrior ignores all criticism, understanding that his mission on Earth leaves him no time for explaining everything he does. &lt;br /&gt;     He also avoids commenting on the behavior of others: in order to have faith in his own path, he has no need to prove that the path of the other is wrong. Those who act like that have no trust in their own steps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fighting injustice &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     T.H. Huxley says:&lt;br /&gt;     "The consequences of our actions are scarecrows for the cowards and beams of light for the wise. The world is a chessboard. The pieces are the gestures of daily life, the rules are the so-called laws of nature." &lt;br /&gt;     Although he concentrates on what he is doing, the warrior of the light does not look on injustice with indifference. He knows that everything is one thing alone, that each individual action affects all the men on the planet, and if he sees someone being a victim of cowardly attacks, he uses his sword to put things in order. &lt;br /&gt;     But although he fights against oppression, at no moment does he try to judge the oppressor. Each one will answer for his acts before God, and that is why, once his task is accomplished, the warrior makes no further comment. A warrior of the light is in the world to help his brothers, not to condemn his neighbors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shunning pessimism &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     To help to renew the Earth's energy, it is necessary to be aware that pessimism is contagious. Defeatism is contagious. Despair is contagious. Those who have enough sensitivity to see auras (energetic vibrations that surround living beings), perceive that before physical sickness penetrates the body, part of the vital energy is drained by the afflicted and worried brain. All that we put into today will somehow be returned to us in a cycle much like what we see in nature. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accepting some mistakes &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     The German philosopher F. Nietzsche once said: "it is no use living arguing about everything; it is part of human nature to make a mistake now and again."&lt;br /&gt;     Yet we all know people who absolutely insist that they are right even down to the smallest details. We ourselves are often included in this category: we don't allow ourselves to make mistakes. All that we achieve with such an attitude is the fear of moving forward - because certain steps call for new decisions whose results are unknown to us.&lt;br /&gt;     The fear of making a mistake is the door that locks us up in the castle of mediocrity: if we manage to overcome this fear, we are taking an important step towards our freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And above all else, courage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     To manage to face this new moment and allow room for new ideas and for energy to be renewed, it is necessary to have courage. Courage to face prejudices. Courage to be fair. Courage to understand that everything we do affects the history of the world. Courage to take steps in the direction of the unknown, even knowing that from time to time we are going to make mistakes. &lt;br /&gt;     God has done his part by creating us and putting us in the world. Now He looks down on us with love and asks us to do our part.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Copyright @ 2001 by Paulo Coelho. &lt;br /&gt;The Warrior of the Light Online is a monthly publication at the site www.paulocoelho.com.br. It may be freely distributed over the Internet and included on pages where the content is free, provided the source is credited as follows: "Warrior of the Light, a www.paulocoelho.com.br publication."&lt;br /&gt;The author reserves the right to alter these conditions at any time.&lt;br /&gt;Translated from the Portuguese by James Mulholland.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;To receive these postings on your mailbox, send a blank email to: &lt;a href="mailto:Followingsigns-subscribe@yahoogroups.com"&gt;Followingsigns-subscribe@yahoogroups.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5427263-107519352237435349?l=bmayo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427263/posts/default/107519352237435349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427263/posts/default/107519352237435349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bmayo.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107519352237435349' title='Reflections of the Warrior of the Light in 2004 '/><author><name>BM2 Love Angel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hZyWgaA1mlo/Tq0dy-nLkhI/AAAAAAAAAFY/8SV3bUzZE1I/s220/193025_10150522266215051_661720050_17917421_6166977_o.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5427263.post-107519340705490774</id><published>2004-01-27T09:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-01-27T09:51:39.716+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Quotes</title><content type='html'>Take someone who doesn't keep score,  &lt;br /&gt;who's not looking to be richer, or afraid of losing,&lt;br /&gt;who has not the slightest interest even in his own personality: &lt;br /&gt;He's free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rumi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you happy with yourself?&lt;br /&gt;Are you doing what you like?&lt;br /&gt;Gather courage and go for it.&lt;br /&gt;Life belongs to those who dare to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dharma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A really meditative person is playful; life is fun for him, life is a leela, a play.&lt;br /&gt;He enjoys it tremendously.&lt;br /&gt;He is not serious.&lt;br /&gt;He is relaxed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Osho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;To receive these postings on your mailbox, send a blank email to: &lt;a href="mailto:Followingsigns-subscribe@yahoogroups.com"&gt;Followingsigns-subscribe@yahoogroups.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5427263-107519340705490774?l=bmayo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.deeshan.com' title='Quotes'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427263/posts/default/107519340705490774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5427263/posts/default/107519340705490774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bmayo.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107519340705490774' title='Quotes'/><author><name>BM2 Love Angel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hZyWgaA1mlo/Tq0dy-nLkhI/AAAAAAAAAFY/8SV3bUzZE1I/s220/193025_10150522266215051_661720050_17917421_6166977_o.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
