Warm Our Hearts To Gift A Difference

"Be brave, be strong and we can right many things wrong,

Be kind, be giving and for never is enough for truths taking.

Right for those who are voiceless and unheard,

Give voice to those who can only whisper and murmur.

Afford vision for those who are forgotten and neglected,

Lend perspective to those who can only peep and peek.

Mobilize fearlessness and strength to span abundant joy,

Deploy kindness and generosity to summon immeasurable, invaluable difference."

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Christmas Eve is today, truly would like to wish all a Very Merry Joyful Christmas Eve & Day. Also meaning 2013 is ending, a new dawn in 2014, hoping, wishing and praying the planet a better place; a biblical wave of hope, will and strength drenches those unfortunate and suffering; strengthening those whose lives with ample means to continue to give a strong voice and be helpful to these unfortunate and suffering. A divine hand to weed out, if not all, as much as possible seeds and growth of greed and selfishness in any mind going and gone this way awry.

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A Weak Voice

It was like struggling to keep the head above drowning water. He cannot seem to find internal peace. Seven consecutive days he had not done any workouts. He is not sure what is happening. He past 52 in July. It cannot be mid-life crisis. What is it?

Up and down. Down and up. That very little space to inhale. He just could not find rooms to relax but always struggling in minimal space. He wishes his breath away to one more deserving. Tried and tired. What did he do? What has he done?

Find him please. Bless him inner peace please. It does not matter in what forms. Really, it does not.

The Unkindest And Kindest Gifts

In a medium of self-possession, peace was assured and freedom of thoughts was guaranteed.

It is not he was anti-social,
It is not he was unkind,
It is not he was unresponsive.

The many contemptible adjectives dictating his present composition,
That, may or may not, instill in others disagreement or disdain.

It is nothing but a mirage of falsehood and deception prevailed above,
While beneath his mind was engulfed like a sandstorm of a desert.

Convicting his sole priority to saving his sanity and living in worthiness;

The mirage strong-armed truths are just adverse effects of this conviction.
 
How many are not in this state? How many have not been there?

When he does not respond, it does not mean he is cold.
He is eternally warm he wishes his best regards to all his friends and loved ones.
He pledges truth that all their wanting dreams come true sparkling them.
He holds undying hopes praying their lives graced with peace and joy.

All these he has, he pledges and he holds always truly in his chests.
He does not know how to hurt; he detests lying.
He cannot possibly harm; he is a coward.
He dwells on the happiness of his friends and loved ones, and survives on their kindness.
 
His only reprehensible actions are charged to an incapability to glaze comments.
His current mind just begun a sentence of aging, something no one can escape.
Like starting a new chapter, acclimatizing the weather of age.
Weather of gentle winds and showering rains, some dirt of want are finally washed away.

So far all aging took away he can do without, what did not he cannot live without.
He may swim slower but he gains will and assurance,
Because he swam 2.8 km yesterday in a medium of self-possession.
In nature of  life, aging is as much the unkindest gift as the kindest gift.

An Introspection

Mental disorder and physical illness that can cause, in varying degrees, from controlled state to chronic pains and handicaps. The blogger finds it a blessing to have friends who are suffering either one or both. Some are very dear to his heart and others acquaintances. The understanding of their problems is invaluable for the blogger to survive and live.

One of his beloved friend passed away nearly twenty years ago. The blogger was younger and very innocent, uninformed and a little child in heart. He had always cared and was loved. In his mid thirties he did not know what love is but he always cared as, which he gradually understands with years, it was only nature. He would visit his skeletal friend at the hospital or, if not hospitalized, they would have tea tarik (local tea with milk) at roadside stall. A few days before his friend passed away, he told him he loved him, fraternally. No cries, no devastation, the blogger attended his funeral and continued his life without seeing his closest friend again.

In 2005, his mother was diagnosed cancer. He took her to the hospital admissions or appointments. He would buy anything she wanted to eat, fresh and hot from any restaurant. There were a few times he reminded her how much he loved her. It was nearly 10 years later since his best pal's funeral, but he was still very mum with love. He could not utter that word freely. 6 months later his mother passed away. No cries, no devastation. His life continued without his mother, together whom loved each other very much.

In 2010, his brother had a heart attack. Unlike in the past, the blogger was not as fervent as before, as his visits to the hospital, where his vegetative brother was tended for 2-3 weeks, were far from impressive. He was taken home, the father's, as there were nothing else hospitalization can do. For 9 months he was vegetative and helpless. It was the most trying time for every one in the family. Before this mishap and in a few occasions, the blogger expressed his profound care to his brother and his family. In 2011, 9 months of grief and pains did not go away after his death. But, no cries.

As much mental torments including his own as he had suffered, has to suffer, giving and forgiving is the deserving skills to survival. He has been very fortunate not living in physical encumbrances. He is determined to remain possessive of the disciplines he believed brings physical and mental health and fitness. Self-possession is mandatory.

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What Hopes, Experiences, Memories Can Offer

Buckles himself to ineluctable fate and freewheeling reality,
As they are often tied with abundance of hope;
Whence true heart and unsolicited good deeds present free,
Thence is the boat embarked to unload the blessings of hope;
Whither giving and forgiving are flowing and teeming,
Peace and joy swimming in all styles, he chuckled and cackled, thither as should be nature.

With kindness and care always peppering him,
That perhaps delayed payment his blooms (chuckled),
Bur all these are really manifestations, disguises of blessing.

If he has to examine his receives, he didn't reach rock bottom,
That shade, a brighter side of one’s life spectrum.

For he muses, 
Are great memories not eternal?
Must one not hold them dearly in their chests?
Do they not always steal them silent smiles？
Do they not carry experiences soaked in cherry understanding?

So change if you will, for hope, experiences, memories they will not,
Perhaps try to smile inside more and be happy,
Surely then life is now worth living a little better.
Money cannot buy love,
Neither can it pay for compassion;
Giving can buy a lot more,
Forgiving can pay you a long and longer way,
In a grander design of schemes, giving and forgiving all it takes for peace and harmony gratis.

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Tapestries of Hope

“ Have a Blessed, Special & Awesome Day of Being!!!
Please continue to shine with your special wonder & light wherever you are, angel, muse, friend & inspiration ... “ posted by a friend to bloggie,

The bloggie always thinks,

A friend always showers love and compassion upon one holds dearly,

A muse randomly imparts inspiration and hope upon one finds useful,
An angel unfailingly brings light and comfort especially to one spirit needs in dark corners;

Ecstatic Twist

Every moment a twist of changes,
Twist by twist a surprise of serendipitous joys,
Unsolicited, unprepared for such deep-seated feelings,
That really riled an ecstatic tempest in a spirit.

Chuckled, chuckled!

Sweet photo from "Love, Joy, Feminism" Blog by Libby Anne

Seal With Ocean

So what he was drained and unable to tear down the lanes;
Every lap is unique thence each is a new match.

He who knew the dynamics never failed him;
Every lap is a challenge but each arms with defying resiliency.

Tonight, the sky and trees, vision above water were uncannily clear;
Every lap is free from reins so each comes alive anew.

The water medium was shivering him cold and numb;
Every lap is an accretion endorphins as each immerses in joys.

Click here, swims into amazing benefits!
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Harp Seal, Canada

Photograph by Brian Skerry, National Geographic

Harp seal pup, Canada, 2002

I found that living with harp seals around the clock in full immersion was inspiring and addictive in a way that few wildlife experiences have been. The more I saw, the more I wanted to see, and as each roll of film was wound up, I wanted to shoot another. I also loved being far away from everything else. We had a radio on the boat and a satellite phone that I used occasionally, but for the most part it was just the ice, the seals, and me.

(From the National Geographic book Ocean Soul by Brian Skerry)
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He Strikes 2.5 Again!

Tonight the blogger swam his stress away,
Every stroke took something from his heart,
The strokes of stress impounded last two weeks on,
Take and exchange stroke for stroke,
A stroke pounded soulfully into the water,
The element of essence and pureness,
A stroke of spirit punched a stroke of stress,
Olympic size pool to and fro is one lap,
One hundred fifty strokes each lap times twenty-five laps,
Punched away three thousands seven hundred fifty strokes of annoyance,
It is great a swim would squirt after squirt,
Chuckled, chuckled diminutive blogger,
Of grabbing strokes of sizable spirit,
Swimming two point five kilometers was great,
Washed away all the stress helped rein themselves in.
Chuckle chuckle!

No Storm Can Dissuade Me

The sky got darkened with precipitous clouds,
Then poured down the rain sudden and in jets,
Punishing winds bending trees and breaking branches,
Gusts swirling pushing and throwing sunloungers into the pool,
But this man unhesitantly plunged into the roaring water,
Temperature plummeted the water were rapidly cold,
As he raised his hand in that even colder and beating rain,
To reach as far as his hand can to pull and push,
No struggle, no fear and no constraints,
Broken branches, submerged sunloungers, disconcerted sound and disarray,
He swam two point five kilometer smoothly and calmly in a state to discourage,
A little achievement he akin a display of determination for he is really a simple man.

** Their intelligence, friendly disposition, and "smiling" faces make dolphins popular in large aquariums and with divers. ** Photograph by Bill Curtsinger **

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Hey Brother, Give A Hand!

He who has nothing but his beliefs and values. Convictions held steadfast in his chests. He who has nothing has merits and pureness to offer. Merits and pureness not broken by betrayal. A helping hand is nature's merit in its purest is of his belief and a value immeasurable. When one is betrayed, one still embraces his beliefs his values fleshed by merits and pureness, he feels sad. That is all.

More Than A Swim

         

There is nothing to be happy or sad,

He cannot see hope or no hope in the distant,

Yet both void and plenty fit each other in perfection,

The sentiment is like a straight line in every spatial plane;

 

Perhaps swimming distance in a swimming pool is what all above about,

In a straight line taking each stroke in relaxation whilst each push feels force,

He thought the sways were as so light and smooth as his body’s buoyancy,

One hour and ten minutes past when the distance became 2.5 kilometer;

 

The lightness in spirit chases away all unnecessary that was darkness,

Such is the sentiment achieved a routine swim completed sluggish or awesome,

It was more than just a swim,

It was like swimming beneath the tiger's skin!

 

Tigers can swim...***************************************************************

Photo and caption by Shashwat Parhi

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A tiger jumps into a pool of water to catch her prized piece of meat at the Odin's Temple of the Tiger, Six Flags. Much to the amazement of a houseful audience, this tiger made it amply clear that she can swim. Claws retract to make very effective and powerful paddles, ears fold down to keep water out and their excellent eyesight works perfectly even under water. I managed to get this shot when her jaw was stretched to the max, right before that piece of meat disappeared forever into her mouth. The whole thing happened so fast.

Location: Discovery Kingdom, Six Flags, Vallejo, California, USA

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Worth To Live Up 100?

Sad news I read  often thrust me  into the aggrieved's situations,

Negatives I read persuasively expel me from living life sad;

Good news it justifies the timidity and vulnerability shooting, 

Positives I read remind the author himself, inner self too;

Chuckle, chuckle.

AT 104 she is twice the age of author. How many times she had felt life? How much she wants to live gracefully? She likes to look great, fashionable if the author may add to it, a very truthful chuckle! My heart applauds her!

Photograph by Fritz Hoffmann

SADIE MINTZ, 105

As a girl, Mintz helped her parents in the store they ran from their Seattle home. As an adult, she owned a tiny jewelry shop in Hollywood, paying rent to movie star Mary Pickford for a time and once renting earrings to Marilyn Monroe for a Life magazine photo shoot. At 104, Mintz self-published a short story. She’s decked out to celebrate the Jewish New Year at the Santa Monica home of one of her three granddaughters.

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One Mother's Love

Nature cannot be any clearer; the many chains of creations cannot be any smidgen wrong. Compassion and love are so casualized it is sorry and everywhere. But I bet these two bonobos, an amazing species of apes, never thought of  compassion n love that is pure love n compassion. Superior maternal instincts attested by actions, I truly liked to believe the oozing sentiments of subjects in this momentous sight can not be fabricated by the truest cameraman. 

Just a simple photo but shouted blatantly maternal instinct. Paternal must come in secondary consideration. From the beginning of human history as well as of animal kingdom, maternal instincts are females' solid and indispensable genetic formulae that separate males as perpetual learner of the duet. No lies, just truths.

"One Mother's Love" captioned and photo by Graham Mcgeorge, in Jacksonville Zoo, Jacksonville, Florida, USA; found in Great National Geographic.

Sticky And Broken

Relationship is like spider web,
It gets sticky, it gets connected,
It gets broken, it gets related,
If it is sticky then it must be very connected,
If it is broken then it must be very related.

Don't expect friendship any less,
For friendship has no less to expect,
Whether friendship prerequisites expectation,
Enough to convince how much friendship expect from he.

Only man will a destroy a spider web.
Nature always protects it.

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7 Sages

Nature is sacred. Nature is what comforts our sufferings, snugs us dearly. Nature is what aestheticism means. Nature is what love is, what love shows.  Nature is what makes we love. Nature is the reason why we are still here.

 

I marveled, how wonderstruck birching on a tiny twig these 7 birds so snugly, so so dearly.

I awed, how awestruck concerting their little bodies tiny peaks as one, in unison.

I cried, how uniquely displaying their oneness their unison just as how brave, unafraid is love.

 

But,

When man tampers with nature, man do so the same with himself,

only more injurious;

When man is irreverent to nature, man do so the same to himself,

only more sacrilegious;

When man expresses penitence upon nature, man do so the same upon himself,

only much too late!

 

LOVE NATURE!