Celebrating journey of LIFE..

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I am soon to complete “  silver jubilee of life ”  in simple words.. Its my 25th Birthday this June 😉 . Well it excites me for some good cake, gifts if any.. 🙂 looking forward to buy new cell phone for myself.. with qwerty feature off course… but hey what I am saying … this article is certainly not list of my birthday celebrations..

So getting back to the topic…“ Celebrating journey of LIFE.. ”. It has been nearly 25 years now that i am a part of this wonderful journey of life.. I call life as journey because in a journey we meet so many people with diverse nature and leading through numerous walks of life but all of them with common goal to achieve happiness & comfort. While traveling.. we talk, we laugh, we eat, we sleep, & the most important we continue to move…

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To my heart..

Ayesha's Diary

O, my dear heart,

What makes you sad?

Have you forgotten the days gone by,

When you worried and worried,

When you were shattered and dismayed,

Remember that one moment

That made you forget everything,

That made you rejoice,

Good and bad comes from the One,

Joy and sorrow as well.

But know for sure,

You are never left alone,

To carry your own burdens,

Wait for that light

To brighten your soul.

Become that light

That pours love to another soul.

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Brushing My Teeth

Short Surprise Life

I am brushing my teeth.
I am giving the brushing and my teeth
My full attention.

My full attention is a precious gem -
Hard to cultivate, rare and elusive.

My mouth is surprised by my full attention.
It opens wide and offers itself
Like wood to a hungry fire.

I feel the toothbrush ride every ridge and crevice.
The tickle of the bristles on my gums.
My hand, vibrating with the brush’s buzz.
The tongue’s border where the gag begins and ends.
The sharpness of mint.

The toothbrush stops shaking.
We have made an offering to each other, 
As intimate as prayer.

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Burning Zazen

Notes & Silence

Zazen, act of compassion, toward ourselves and the world.
Not in a two-step movement,
But in a single moment.
Through this sitting, emerges an opportunity for all fires to put out.
Zafu : a haven where the wind is blowing but does not rekindle the flames.
Where forests of desire consume without burning the pupils of the inner eye.

This sitting, transformation space,
No system, no belief,
No action other than simply sitting.

Being at peace, collected, opened,
The disciple welcomes everything,
From himself, and the world.

Franck Joseph – ©FJ Dec 2021
Recueils /Participations
Telegram (Publications et Pratique)

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A Folktale – The Trouble Tree

Inside the Mind of Isadora

The carpenter we hired to help us restore an old farmhouse had just finished a rough first day on the job. A flat tire made him lose an hour of work, his electric saw quit, and now his beat-up pickup truck refused to start.

While we drove him home, he sat in stony silence.

On arriving, he invited us in to meet his family.

As we walked toward the front door, he paused briefly at a small tree, touching the tips of the branches with both hands.

When he opened the door, he underwent an amazing transformation. His tanned face is a wreath in smiles as he hugs his two small children and kisses his wife.

Afterward, he walks us to the car. We pass the tree, and my curiosity gets the better of me. I asked him about what I had seen him do earlier.

”Oh, that’s my trouble…

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about these things

“What a miracle it is that out of these small, flat, rigid squares of paper unfolds world after world after world, worlds that sing to you, comfort and quiet or excite you. Books help us understand who we are and how we are to behave. They show us what community and friendship mean.”

— Anne Lamott

Photo by Jean Pike

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Fine-lined Emerald, Finally

Mike Powell

I was ecstatic on Monday at Occoquan Bay National Wildlife Refuge to finally capture some images of Fine-lined Emerald dragonflies (Somatochlora filosa), a species for which I have been searching repeatedly this past month. Fine-lined Emeralds are one of several species that appear in the autumn, just as the number of most species of dragonflies is beginning to drop precipitously. I had spotted what I think were Fine-lined Emeralds several times earlier in September, but for me the sighting does not really “count” if I am not able to take a photograph.

Fine-lined Emeralds like to spend a lot of time patrolling, and a lesser amount of time perching. Unlike many of species that fly about high in the air, this species often flies at at somewhere between knee and eye-level.

On this day I spotted at least two individuals patrolling along one of the trails that runs…

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Highway to 5th Heaven

[The music you can play if you’d like while you view this post.]

Eating Humble Pie at times is necessary if I wish to make improvements with myself. I had jumped to a hasty conclusion before knowing all the circumstances of a situation. I refused to justify my behavior for I intended to improve the next time I interacted with someone when I don’t know their side of the coin.

Instead of going into guilt about how I acted in thought and emotion, I began to think about how we process information. Each of us being magnificently unique means we all process life differently. Why else do you think that witnesses at a crime scene, for example, or an accident scene, tend to have different stories about what happened?

Due to the individuality of who we are, our brains interpret life distinctive from that of everyone else. In hindsight when…

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Source of Inspiration

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The presence of the
Divine in our lives is
entirely dependent on
our receptivity. Yet
our arrogance, our
disbelief, our lack
of understanding of
what the purpose and
potential this Force
of Love is in our lives,
keeps us buried in the trials
and tribulations of the world.

We run from any painful
challenge, staying bogged
down in our on-going failures.

It does not have to be this
way, Dear Ones, for as we
accept the Creator into our
hearts, the seed of love
within begins to grow.
Its Light shines forth
illuminating our path
and those with whom we come
in contact.

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Flute in poetry and poems for the flute — The Babel Flute

The poet must begin with a poetic vision and then use the influential figures of speech, various forms of rhythm, cadence, alliteration, repetition, assonance, and consonance to obtain an adequate embodiment of this vision in terse form, which displays qualities very similar to music. The connection between music and poetry is solid and undeniable.

Flute in poetry and poems for the flute — The Babel Flute