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    <title>Gaia: Love, God &amp; Spirituality in Music, Song and Words !!!!</title>
    <id>tag:gaia.com,2008,:Gaia</id>
    <link>http://groups.gaia.com/lovewords/discussions/feeds/pod/1010</link>
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    <pubDate>Mon, 16 Mar 2009 10:50:05 GMT</pubDate>
    <description>Gaia: Love, God &amp; Spirituality in Music, Song and Words !!!!</description>
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      <title>Blinks!</title>
      <author>http://ocean.gaia.com</author>
      <dc:creator>Sean Clarke</dc:creator>
      <guid>tag:gaia.com,2009:Gaia-413219</guid>
      <pubDate>Mon, 16 Mar 2009 10:50:05 GMT</pubDate>
      <link>http://groups.gaia.com/lovewords/conversations/view/413219</link>
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&lt;p&gt;      Hello:)&lt;br /&gt;An exploration in Overlayed Words, Beats, And Tones&#8230;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COSMIC BEAT POETRY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&#8220;Everything is linked, a series of moments divided by blinks, most&lt;br /&gt;people are caught up in to many thinks to notice, nevermind see, that it&amp;#39;s the very same thing repeated, over and over, though never revealed quite the same way twice&#8221;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLINKS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.last.fm/music/shaone/_/blinks" target="_blank"&gt;Listen to the track&#8230;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace Waves )))&lt;br /&gt;Sean &lt;/p&gt;

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      <title>genevieve guimond, cellist</title>
      <author>http://singerseeker.gaia.com</author>
      <dc:creator>Nicole</dc:creator>
      <guid>tag:gaia.com,2008:Gaia-245612</guid>
      <pubDate>Sun, 17 Feb 2008 14:11:53 GMT</pubDate>
      <link>http://groups.gaia.com/lovewords/conversations/view/245612</link>
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&lt;p&gt;      cross-posted from the Integral Instute pod:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h4&gt;Re: Integral Frontiers of Sacred Music&lt;/h4&gt;         &lt;a href="http://singerseeker.gaia.com/"&gt;Nicole&lt;/a&gt; said about 1 hour ago:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.genevieveguimond.com/jsbach.html"&gt;Genevieve Guimond plays solo Bach on cello&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, ok, I admit I am not one little bit objective about this 17-year old girl, who happens to be the daughter of my closest friend, but listen to her for yourself, the poise, the mastery and tell me if she isn&amp;#39;t really one of the most talented young cellists to emerge on the scene today&amp;hellip; She doesn&amp;#39;t just have technical excellence but plays with soul and beauty. She has had very good teachers - for most of the past years, &lt;a href="http://www.imusici.com/"&gt;Yuli Turovsky of the renowned i musici&amp;nbsp; de montreal.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicole&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;

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      <title>New music for you to enjoy from Sean...</title>
      <author>http://ocean.gaia.com</author>
      <dc:creator>Sean Clarke</dc:creator>
      <guid>tag:gaia.com,2008:Gaia-236362</guid>
      <pubDate>Mon, 28 Jan 2008 15:30:25 GMT</pubDate>
      <link>http://groups.gaia.com/lovewords/conversations/view/236362</link>
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&lt;p&gt;      Howdy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the name of peace and inspiration...&lt;br /&gt;There are 4 new songs waiting for you at http://www.sgclarke.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recorded this month in Manchester England...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;All Paths Lead To Home: The EP&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;Sean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. I&amp;#39;m here for all the people who think they&amp;#39;re a little weird, different, wacky... You know what? We just see things differently:) Love))) &lt;/p&gt;

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      <title>Music is .... f.z.</title>
      <author>http://BabasBoy.gaia.com</author>
      <dc:creator>BabasBoy</dc:creator>
      <guid>tag:gaia.com,2007:Gaia-186046</guid>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Sep 2007 02:04:16 GMT</pubDate>
      <link>http://groups.gaia.com/lovewords/conversations/view/186046</link>
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&lt;p&gt;      &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt; &amp;quot;Music is the Best.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Frank Zappa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;

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      <title>Music is .... f.z.</title>
      <author>http://BabasBoy.gaia.com</author>
      <dc:creator>BabasBoy</dc:creator>
      <guid>tag:gaia.com,2007:Gaia-186045</guid>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Sep 2007 02:01:58 GMT</pubDate>
      <link>http://groups.gaia.com/lovewords/conversations/view/186045</link>
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&lt;p&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;quot;Music is the Best.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Frank Zappa&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;

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      <title>MUSIC</title>
      <author>http://BabasBoy.gaia.com</author>
      <dc:creator>BabasBoy</dc:creator>
      <guid>tag:gaia.com,2007:Gaia-168115</guid>
      <pubDate>Sun, 29 Jul 2007 15:42:20 GMT</pubDate>
      <link>http://groups.gaia.com/lovewords/conversations/view/168115</link>
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&lt;p&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt; &amp;quot;MUSIC - The Favorite Passion of My Soul !!!! &amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;strong&gt;Thomas Edison&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;

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      <title>GUITAR</title>
      <author>http://BabasBoy.gaia.com</author>
      <dc:creator>BabasBoy</dc:creator>
      <guid>tag:gaia.com,2007:Gaia-168114</guid>
      <pubDate>Sun, 29 Jul 2007 15:39:07 GMT</pubDate>
      <link>http://groups.gaia.com/lovewords/conversations/view/168114</link>
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&lt;p&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;strong&gt;GUITAR&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; Gettin&amp;#39; dirty at the club again&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; Usually round your waist like a chain but then&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; I got that call so I jumped in my car&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;strong&gt;I Love U, Baby... but Not like I Love My Guitar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; UH UH... Not like I Love My Guitar... No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; U couldn&amp;#39;t do it all by Urself&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; U had 2 go and get Somebody Else&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; U&amp;#39;re High enuff 2 call me but U can&amp;#39;t reach the bar&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;strong&gt;I Love U, Baby... but Not like I Love My Guitar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;strong&gt;No... Not like I Love My Guitar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; I tried 2 warn U that it&amp;#39;s hard 2 B a Star&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; Especially when U&amp;#39;re driving other people&amp;#39;s car&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; Woulda Gave U mine Girl but U took it 2 far&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt; I Love U, Baby, just Not like I Love My Guitar&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; Not like I Love My Guitar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; I know U Love Me and U wanna B Friends&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; And if U don&amp;#39;t at least U need 2 Pretend&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; We&amp;#39;re still 2gether even if we don&amp;#39;t get that far&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;strong&gt;I love U, Baby... but Not like I Love This Guitar&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; I love U, Baby... Not like I Love My Guitar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; I Love U Baby and I Wish U Well&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; I&amp;#39;ll write a letter when I learn how 2 spell&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; Until that day, U can go 2 Hell&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; I love U, Baby... U know the Rest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;strong&gt;Artist : Prince&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Album : Planet Earth (2007)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Song : Guitar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;strong&gt;(c)2007 NPG Records&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;

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      <title>BECOME LIKE A CHILD AGAIN</title>
      <author>http://BabasBoy.gaia.com</author>
      <dc:creator>BabasBoy</dc:creator>
      <guid>tag:gaia.com,2007:Gaia-165480</guid>
      <pubDate>Sat, 21 Jul 2007 04:01:06 GMT</pubDate>
      <link>http://groups.gaia.com/lovewords/conversations/view/165480</link>
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&lt;p&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; POSITIVE DAILY INSPIRATION&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;July 20, 2007&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;strong&gt;BECOME LIKE A CHILD AGAIN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; Jesus talks to the disciples about true greatness,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; in Matthew Chapter 18:1-3,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; At that time the disciples came to Jesus and&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; asked, &amp;quot;Who is the greatest in the kingdom of&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; heaven?&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; He called a child, whom he put among them,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; and said, &amp;quot;Truly I tell you, unless you change &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; and become like children, you will never enter &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; the kingdom of heaven.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Imagine for a moment, this happening in the board&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; room of a corporation, or even a church. The&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; members of the board are all eagerly asking who&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; is the greatest, who will be promoted, who will&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; receive the largest compensation. And the CEO,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; brings a child inside, from off the street,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; and says to the entire group, &amp;quot;This one is the&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; greatest !&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; To be like a child, is to go through life with a&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; feeling of excitement and adventure.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; To be like a child is to be teachable.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; To be like a child one is no longer cynical.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; To be like a child a person is full of play.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; To be a child is to have the vision and &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; perception to see the wonder in the ordinary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Jesus teaches that play is as important, &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; in spirituality, as work. He&amp;nbsp; said as strongly &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; as He could, you MUST become like a little child&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; again or you will NEVER enter The Kingdom of&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The Kingdom of Heaven that he was talking about &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; is more than an after death proposition; it is a&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; state of consciousness; it is a heaven on earth,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; in your own life, in this moment of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I often get a lot of concerned letters about how&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; hard I work, I do work hard, harder than I&amp;#39;ve &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ever worked, and it&amp;#39;s easy to see the evidence&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; of the work in prayers, the Positive Daily&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Inspiration and Positive Written Sermons. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; But what people do not see is how hard I play. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I play continuously and so should you. I travel, &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I ride my motorcycle, work on the cars, love to &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; go to the movies, and go down an occasional slide&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; in a playground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;strong&gt;Life is GR8 !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; This e-mail was sent on this Friday for a reason,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; because I challenge you to make this Saturday a&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; play day. Follow Jesus in becoming like a little&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; child again. It will recharge you to accomplish&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; twice as much in half the time when you&amp;#39;re back&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; into your adult role.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Below, is an official document that I invite you&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; to copy and give to your overly serious friends:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;strong&gt;I TENDER MY RESIGNATION AS AN ADULT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hereby officially tendering my resignation as&lt;br /&gt;an adult. I have decided I would like to accept the&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;responsibilities of an 8 year-old again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go to McDonald&amp;#39;s and think that it&amp;#39;s a&lt;br /&gt;four star restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to sail sticks across a fresh mud puddle and&lt;br /&gt;make a sidewalk with rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to think M&amp;amp;Ms are better than money because&lt;br /&gt;you can eat them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to lie under a big oak tree and run a&lt;br /&gt;lemonade stand with my friends on a hot summer&amp;#39;s &lt;br /&gt;day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to return to a time when life was simple;&lt;br /&gt;when all you knew were colors, multiplication&lt;br /&gt;tables, and nursery rhymes, but that didn&amp;#39;t&lt;br /&gt;bother you, because you didn&amp;#39;t know what you didn&amp;#39;t&lt;br /&gt;know and you didn&amp;#39;t care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All you knew was to be happy because you were&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;blissfully unaware of all the things that should&lt;br /&gt;make you worried or upset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to think the world is fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That everyone is honest and good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to believe that anything is possible. I want&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;to be oblivious to the complexities of life and be&lt;br /&gt;overly excited by the little things again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to live simple again. I don&amp;#39;t want my day to&lt;br /&gt;consist of computer crashes, mountains of paperwork,&lt;br /&gt;depressing news, how to survive more days in the&lt;br /&gt;month than there is money in the bank, doctor bills,&lt;br /&gt;gossip, illness, and loss of loved ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to believe in the power of smiles, hugs, a&lt;br /&gt;kind word, truth, justice, peace, dreams, the&lt;br /&gt;imagination, humankind, and making angels in&lt;br /&gt;the snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So . . . here&amp;#39;s my checkbook and my car-keys, my&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;credit card bills and my 401K statements. I am&lt;br /&gt;officially resigning from adulthood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you want to discuss this further, you&amp;#39;ll &lt;br /&gt;have to catch me first, &lt;strong&gt;cause........&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;strong&gt;......&amp;quot;Tag! You&amp;#39;re it.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;(If this Saturday is already taken by serious &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; adult commitments, agree with me to make an&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; appointment with yourself, for one full day, &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; within the next seven days, JUST for a play.) &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; The cell phone will be off. The Blackberry will &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; be turned off. So is the computer (I can&amp;#39;t believe&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; what I just told you to do) but you will find&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; Positive Daily Inspiration waiting for you when &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; you return.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; God Bless You! Make it a GREAT day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Reverend Christopher Ian Chenoweth &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;quot;O Lord, give me a place at Thy Lotus Feet.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Keep me always in Thy company.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Give me sincere and pure love for Thee.&amp;quot; &lt;/p&gt;

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      <title>Be Good To Yourself !!!!</title>
      <author>http://BabasBoy.gaia.com</author>
      <dc:creator>BabasBoy</dc:creator>
      <guid>tag:gaia.com,2007:Gaia-161095</guid>
      <pubDate>Mon, 09 Jul 2007 01:08:12 GMT</pubDate>
      <link>http://groups.gaia.com/lovewords/conversations/view/161095</link>
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&lt;p&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Be Good To Yourself&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Journey &lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Song Lyrics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Runnin&amp;#39; out of self-control &lt;br /&gt;Gettin&amp;#39; close to an overload &lt;br /&gt;Up against a no win situation &lt;br /&gt;Shoulder to shoulder, push and shove &lt;br /&gt;I&amp;#39;m hangin&amp;#39; up my boxin&amp;#39; gloves &lt;br /&gt;I&amp;#39;m ready for a long vacation &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Be good to yourself when, nobody else will &lt;br /&gt;Oh be good to yourself &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;You&amp;#39;re walkin&amp;#39; a high wire, caught in a cross fire &lt;br /&gt;Oh be good to yourself &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you can&amp;#39;t give no more &lt;br /&gt;They want it all but you gotta say no &lt;br /&gt;I&amp;#39;m turnin&amp;#39; off the noise that makes me crazy &lt;br /&gt;Lookin&amp;#39; back with no regrets &lt;br /&gt;To forgive is to forget &lt;br /&gt;I want a little piece of mind to turn to &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Be good to yourself when, nobody else will &lt;br /&gt;Oh be good to yourself &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;You&amp;#39;re walkin&amp;#39; a high wire, caught in a cross fire &lt;br /&gt;Oh be good to yourself &lt;br /&gt;Be good to yourself when, nobody else will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Artist: Journey&lt;br /&gt;Song Title: Be Good To Yourself&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;CD: Raised On Radio&lt;br /&gt;(c)1996 Journey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;

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      <title>Makes Me Wonder ????</title>
      <author>http://BabasBoy.gaia.com</author>
      <dc:creator>BabasBoy</dc:creator>
      <guid>tag:gaia.com,2007:Gaia-161086</guid>
      <pubDate>Mon, 09 Jul 2007 00:21:38 GMT</pubDate>
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&lt;p&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt; Makes Me Wonder &lt;br /&gt;Maroon 5 Song Lyrics: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse]&lt;br /&gt;I wake up with blood-shot eyes&lt;br /&gt;Struggled to memorize&lt;br /&gt;The way it felt between your thighs&lt;br /&gt;Pleasure that made you cry&lt;br /&gt;Feels so good to be bad&lt;br /&gt;Not worth the aftermath, after that&lt;br /&gt;After that&lt;br /&gt;Try to get you back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Bridge]&lt;br /&gt;I still don&amp;#39;t have the reason&lt;br /&gt;And you don&amp;#39;t have the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And it really makes me wonder&lt;br /&gt;If I ever gave a fuck about you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Give me something to believe in&lt;br /&gt;Cause I don&amp;#39;t believe in you &lt;br /&gt;Anymore, Anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I wonder if it even makes a difference to try&lt;br /&gt;(Yeah)&lt;br /&gt;So this is goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse]&lt;br /&gt;God damn, my spinning head&lt;br /&gt;Decisions that made my bed&lt;br /&gt;Now I must lay in it&lt;br /&gt;And deal with things I left unsaid&lt;br /&gt;I want to dive into you&lt;br /&gt;Forget what you&amp;#39;re going through&lt;br /&gt;I get behind, make your move&lt;br /&gt;Forget about the truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Bridge]&lt;br /&gt;I still don&amp;#39;t have the reason&lt;br /&gt;And you don&amp;#39;t have the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And it really makes me wonder&lt;br /&gt;If I ever gave a fuck about you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus 1 + 2]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Give me something to believe in&lt;br /&gt;Cause I don&amp;#39;t believe in you &lt;br /&gt;Anymore, Anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I wonder if it even makes a difference,&lt;br /&gt;It even makes a difference to try (yeah)&lt;br /&gt;And you told me how you&amp;#39;re feeling&lt;br /&gt;But I don&amp;#39;t believe it&amp;#39;s true &lt;br /&gt;Anymore, Anymore&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if it even makes a difference to cry&lt;br /&gt;(Oh no)&lt;br /&gt;So this is goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Breakdown]&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;#39;ve been here before&lt;br /&gt;One day a week&lt;br /&gt;And it won&amp;#39;t hurt anymore&lt;br /&gt;You caught me in a lie&lt;br /&gt;I have no alibi&lt;br /&gt;The words you say don&amp;#39;t have a meaning &lt;br /&gt;Cause..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Bridge]&lt;br /&gt;I still don&amp;#39;t have the reason&lt;br /&gt;And you don&amp;#39;t have the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And it really makes me wonder&lt;br /&gt;If I ever gave a fuck about you and I...&lt;br /&gt;and so this is goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus 1 + 2]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Give me something to believe in&lt;br /&gt;Cause I don&amp;#39;t believe in you, &lt;br /&gt;Anymore, Anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I wonder if it even makes a difference,&lt;br /&gt;It even makes a difference to try&lt;br /&gt;And you told me how you&amp;#39;re feeling&lt;br /&gt;But I don&amp;#39;t believe it&amp;#39;s true &lt;br /&gt;Anymore Anymore&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if it even makes a difference to cry&lt;br /&gt;(Oh no)&lt;br /&gt;So this is goodbye&lt;br /&gt;So this is goodbye, yeah (x 3)&lt;br /&gt;(Oh no) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Band: Maroon 5 &lt;br /&gt;Song: Makes Me Wonder&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; (c)2007 Maroon 5&lt;br /&gt;From: 2007 CD titled: &amp;quot;It Won&amp;#39;t Be Soon Before Long&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;

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      <title>Without Soul = Nothing !!!!</title>
      <author>http://BabasBoy.gaia.com</author>
      <dc:creator>BabasBoy</dc:creator>
      <guid>tag:gaia.com,2007:Gaia-160619</guid>
      <pubDate>Sat, 07 Jul 2007 14:25:34 GMT</pubDate>
      <link>http://groups.gaia.com/lovewords/conversations/view/160619</link>
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&lt;p&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;quot;No one can understand the sound of a drum,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; without understanding both the drum and the drummer.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; No one can understand the sound of a conch shell,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; without understanding the shell and the one who&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; blows it.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; No one can understand the sound of a lute,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; without understanding both the lute and the one who&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; plays it.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; As there can be no water without the sea, &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;no touch without the skin, &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;no smell without the nose,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; no taste without the tongue, &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; no sound without the ear,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;no thought without the mind,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; no work without the hands,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; and no walking without feet,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;so there can be nothing without the soul.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Brihadaranyaka Upanishad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Musician of the Achalnath Mahadev Temple,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; in Jodhpur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;

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      <title>The Divine Sculptor</title>
      <author>http://BabasBoy.gaia.com</author>
      <dc:creator>BabasBoy</dc:creator>
      <guid>tag:gaia.com,2007:Gaia-144096</guid>
      <pubDate>Mon, 21 May 2007 01:52:42 GMT</pubDate>
      <link>http://groups.gaia.com/lovewords/conversations/view/144096</link>
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&lt;p&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;The Divine Sculptor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;strong&gt;by Paramahansa Yogananda&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;quot;Let every beat of my heart be a new word &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; in my endless love lyric to Thee.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; May every sound from my lips carry secret&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; vibrations of Thy voice.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Let my every thought be bliss-saturated &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; with Thy presence.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; May every act of my will be impregnated &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; with Thy divine vitality.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Ornament with Thy grace my every concept, &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; every expression, every ambition.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; O Divine Sculpter, &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; chisel Thou my life to Thy design!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Paramahansa Yogananda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;

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      <title>The Stars (and God) Always Exist</title>
      <author>http://BabasBoy.gaia.com</author>
      <dc:creator>BabasBoy</dc:creator>
      <guid>tag:gaia.com,2007:Gaia-138391</guid>
      <pubDate>Sat, 05 May 2007 15:43:53 GMT</pubDate>
      <link>http://groups.gaia.com/lovewords/conversations/view/138391</link>
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&lt;p&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;The Stars (and God) Always Exist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;strong&gt;&amp;quot;You see many stars in the sky at night, &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; but not when the sun rises. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Can you therefore say that there are no &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; stars in the heavens during the day? &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Because you cannot find God in the days &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; of your ignorance, &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; say not that there is no God.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Sri Ramakrishna&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;

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      <title>We All Dream of Love</title>
      <author>http://BabasBoy.gaia.com</author>
      <dc:creator>BabasBoy</dc:creator>
      <guid>tag:gaia.com,2007:Gaia-131031</guid>
      <pubDate>Sat, 14 Apr 2007 17:43:59 GMT</pubDate>
      <link>http://groups.gaia.com/lovewords/conversations/view/131031</link>
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&lt;p&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We All Dream of Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all dream of love&lt;br /&gt;We all dream of meeting someone&lt;br /&gt;Sent here from above&lt;br /&gt;We all dream of love&lt;br /&gt;We all dream of meeting someone&lt;br /&gt;Sent here from above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if no one comes we must endure&lt;br /&gt;Have faith though we&amp;#39;re not really sure&lt;br /&gt;Cause what else can you do&lt;br /&gt;Until you meet that one who dreams of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all hope someday&lt;br /&gt;We will fall in love and it will never go away&lt;br /&gt;We all hope someday&lt;br /&gt;We will fall in love and it will never go away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if you fall down you must stay strong&lt;br /&gt;Just get back up and sing your song&lt;br /&gt;Cause what else can you do&lt;br /&gt;Until you meet that one who hopes for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm,hmmm,hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But while we wait let&amp;#39;s still have fun&lt;br /&gt;and practice for the time to come&lt;br /&gt;Cause what else can you do&lt;br /&gt;Until you meet that one who dreams of you&lt;br /&gt;Until you meet that one who dreams of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all dream of love&lt;br /&gt;We all dream of meeting someone&lt;br /&gt;Sent here from above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(c)2005 Paul Gilbert&lt;br /&gt;Artist: Paul Gilbert&lt;br /&gt;from the CD Titled: Space Ship One&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;

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      <title>Always In My Dreams</title>
      <author>http://BabasBoy.gaia.com</author>
      <dc:creator>BabasBoy</dc:creator>
      <guid>tag:gaia.com,2007:Gaia-131029</guid>
      <pubDate>Sat, 14 Apr 2007 17:41:48 GMT</pubDate>
      <link>http://groups.gaia.com/lovewords/conversations/view/131029</link>
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&lt;p&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;strong&gt;Always In My Dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dreamt last night I was the tear from your face&lt;br /&gt;That fell upon the page&lt;br /&gt;You wrote me yesterday telling me goodbye&lt;br /&gt;And in my sleep I felt you near me&lt;br /&gt;The first time I saw clearly&lt;br /&gt;The pain behind your eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the day is done&lt;br /&gt;The moon bids well the sun&lt;br /&gt;Starlights fill my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Like hearts on Valentines&lt;br /&gt;Lovers you and I forever in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;Lovers we will be always in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funny thing is that I love you&lt;br /&gt;And love is truly blind&lt;br /&gt;I didn&amp;#39;t realize love was so unkind&lt;br /&gt;For they say only fools believe&lt;br /&gt;In what they can not see&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it takes a heartache&lt;br /&gt;To open up your eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the day is done&lt;br /&gt;The moon bids well the sun&lt;br /&gt;Starlight fill my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Like hearts on Valentines&lt;br /&gt;Lovers you and I forever in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;Lovers we will be always in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And though I know it&amp;#39;s for the better&lt;br /&gt;It&amp;#39;s hard to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Please hold me one more time&lt;br /&gt;Only fools and kings make real their wildest dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the day is done&lt;br /&gt;The moon bids well the sun&lt;br /&gt;Starlight fill my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Like hearts on Valentines&lt;br /&gt;Lovers you and I forever in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;Lovers we will be always in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(c)1989 CBS RECORDS&lt;br /&gt;Artist: Wendy &amp;amp; Lisa&lt;br /&gt;from the CD Titled: Wendy &amp;amp; Lisa - Fruit At The Bottom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;

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      <title>GOD the MUSICIAN</title>
      <author>http://BabasBoy.gaia.com</author>
      <dc:creator>BabasBoy</dc:creator>
      <guid>tag:gaia.com,2007:Gaia-130982</guid>
      <pubDate>Sat, 14 Apr 2007 15:05:26 GMT</pubDate>
      <link>http://groups.gaia.com/lovewords/conversations/view/130982</link>
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&lt;p&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;quot;God the Musician,&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;knows that music is spirituality,&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;music is immortality.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Man the musician thinks that music is sensuality,&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; music is mortality.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; God, the Musician,&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; knows that His music is&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;His Transcendental Self-communion.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Man, the musician, thinks that his music is his&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; world&amp;#39;s life-long companion.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; God, the Musician &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; is divinely and eternally mysterious.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Man, the musician, is humanly and temporarily&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; marvellous.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; God&amp;#39;s music tells us that music is the &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; realisation of the universal soul.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Man&amp;#39;s music tells us that music is the &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; aspiration of the individual soul.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; God&amp;#39;s music runs from the height to depth.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Man&amp;#39;s music runs from the breadth to the length.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; On the height, God&amp;#39;s music is His vision.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; In the depth, God&amp;#39;s music is His reality.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; In the breadth, man&amp;#39;s music is his crying soul.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; In the length, man&amp;#39;s music is his victory&amp;#39;s goal.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; God&amp;#39;s music is the constant expansion of &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; His soul&amp;#39;s delight.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Man&amp;#39;s music is the preparation of his life&amp;#39;s&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; hunger of perpetual joy.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; God&amp;#39;s music kills God with its infinite luminosity.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Man&amp;#39;s music kills man with its undying curiosity.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; In the spiritual world next to meditation is&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; music, the breadth of music.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Meditation is silence, energising and fulfilling.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Silence is the eloquent expression of the&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; inexpressible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;quot;After silence, that which comes nearest to&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; expressing the inexpressible is music.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Sri Chinmoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;

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      <title>Harmony of the Soul</title>
      <author>http://BabasBoy.gaia.com</author>
      <dc:creator>BabasBoy</dc:creator>
      <guid>tag:gaia.com,2007:Gaia-130981</guid>
      <pubDate>Sat, 14 Apr 2007 15:01:27 GMT</pubDate>
      <link>http://groups.gaia.com/lovewords/conversations/view/130981</link>
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&lt;p&gt;      &lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Harmony of the Soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;strong&gt;&amp;quot;...I should like to say that the true harmony&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;of music comes from the harmony of the soul.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;That music alone can be called real which&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;comes from the harmony of the soul, its true&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;source, and when it comes from there it must&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; appeal to all souls... &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;It would be no exaggeration if I said that&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;music alone can be the means by which the &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; souls of races, nations and families, which&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; are today so apart, may one day be united...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Music is not expressed through language,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;but through beauty of rhythm and tone which&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;reach far beyond language.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Hazrat Inayat Khan&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; from &amp;#39;The Mysticism Of Sound and Music&amp;#39;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;

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      <title>SING, SING, SING !!!!</title>
      <author>http://BabasBoy.gaia.com</author>
      <dc:creator>BabasBoy</dc:creator>
      <guid>tag:gaia.com,2007:Gaia-130977</guid>
      <pubDate>Sat, 14 Apr 2007 14:52:02 GMT</pubDate>
      <link>http://groups.gaia.com/lovewords/conversations/view/130977</link>
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&lt;p&gt;      &lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Sing, men and angels, sing, &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; for God our Life and King&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Has given us light and spring&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; and morning breaking&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Now may man&amp;#39;s soul arise&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; as kinsman to the skies,&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; And God unseals his eyes to an awaking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; John Masefield&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;

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      <title>A JOYFUL NOISE</title>
      <author>http://BabasBoy.gaia.com</author>
      <dc:creator>BabasBoy</dc:creator>
      <guid>tag:gaia.com,2007:Gaia-130975</guid>
      <pubDate>Sat, 14 Apr 2007 14:48:56 GMT</pubDate>
      <link>http://groups.gaia.com/lovewords/conversations/view/130975</link>
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&lt;p&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;strong&gt;A JOYFUL NOISE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;quot;The chaos on this planet is due to the music&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; that musicians are playing, that they are&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; forced to play by some who just think of&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; money and don&amp;#39;t realize that music is a&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; spiritual language and it represents the&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; people of earth. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; When musicians are compelled to play anything,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; it goes straight to the throne of the Creator &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; of the Universe, and that is how He sees you,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; according to your music.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Because, see, music is a universal language&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; and what you cause musicians to play, that&amp;#39;s&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; what goes straight to the Creator as your&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; personal ambassador and personal nemesis.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Sun Ra&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; A Joyful Noise&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;A Robert Mugge film, 1980&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;

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      <title>A KINDLY LOOK</title>
      <author>http://BabasBoy.gaia.com</author>
      <dc:creator>BabasBoy</dc:creator>
      <guid>tag:gaia.com,2007:Gaia-130973</guid>
      <pubDate>Sat, 14 Apr 2007 14:45:08 GMT</pubDate>
      <link>http://groups.gaia.com/lovewords/conversations/view/130973</link>
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&lt;p&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;strong&gt;A KINDLY LOOK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; What use is a melody in an unmusical song?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; What use are eyes which express no kindness? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Other than a facial appearance, what do eyes&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; With no quality of kindness really do? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; A kindly look is the ornament of the eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Without kindness the eyes are two unsightly sores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Tirukkural 58: 573-575&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Excerpted from the Tirukkural&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; translated by Satguru Sivaya Subramuniyaswami &lt;/p&gt;

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