<?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-9197031259067542298</id><updated>2011-08-05T12:06:40.351-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Inspiration Room</title><subtitle type='html'>A philosophical diary of inspirational thoughts.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovepeaceharmony.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9197031259067542298/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovepeaceharmony.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Pari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18103065140343654645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6uqGbi6zQO0/SLkSolNxsDI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Txkl4aW8cmg/S220/buddha.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9197031259067542298.post-4270291722708946989</id><published>2008-09-03T20:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T20:58:10.119-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Humanity</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wrote this poem for a that some students put together.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Humanity:Physically unique,Mentally diverse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And though our world consists of different minds,Our hearts unite to one beat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Each one of us possess different virtues,Making our bond of humanity so strong, that we become indestructible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Our appearance may be deceiving,But we all add to the betterment of mankind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ignorance, pain, and betrayal, tear us apart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;However, truth, selflessness, and inspiration bring us together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Even though our struggles may differ,We suffer as one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;There may be times when we feel that we are alone,but that is when we need to realize that there are people who can help,and remain next to us when we feel we are falling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;We are united.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;We will fall, but we can rise. We will be discouraged,but we can all work together and succeed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Whether tomorrow comes or not, we are always together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And together, we can overcome anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;We are: humanity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9197031259067542298-4270291722708946989?l=lovepeaceharmony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovepeaceharmony.blogspot.com/feeds/4270291722708946989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9197031259067542298&amp;postID=4270291722708946989' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9197031259067542298/posts/default/4270291722708946989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9197031259067542298/posts/default/4270291722708946989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovepeaceharmony.blogspot.com/2008/09/humanity.html' title='Humanity'/><author><name>Pari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18103065140343654645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6uqGbi6zQO0/SLkSolNxsDI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Txkl4aW8cmg/S220/buddha.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9197031259067542298.post-4647003961197145895</id><published>2008-08-30T02:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T02:37:34.972-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Another Poem I wrote...to all the amazing teachers I've had, and will have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;An Eternal Guru&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God wanted to put a guide on earth,&lt;br /&gt;Who would treat each and every student as her own child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God wanted to put a guide on earth,&lt;br /&gt;Who would go out of her way and make sure each student understands even the smallest detail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God wanted to put a guide on earth,&lt;br /&gt;Who would give the heart of compassion, encouragement, understanding, and patience to everyone around her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God wanted to put a guide on earth,&lt;br /&gt;Who would love each student and create a special memory&lt;br /&gt;in their hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God wanted to put a guide on earth,&lt;br /&gt;Who could work with everyone in a God like manner,&lt;br /&gt;to remove doubts, dispel resentments, and bestow peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, he made YOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9197031259067542298-4647003961197145895?l=lovepeaceharmony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovepeaceharmony.blogspot.com/feeds/4647003961197145895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9197031259067542298&amp;postID=4647003961197145895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9197031259067542298/posts/default/4647003961197145895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9197031259067542298/posts/default/4647003961197145895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovepeaceharmony.blogspot.com/2008/08/eternal-guru-god-wanted-to-put-guide-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Pari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18103065140343654645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6uqGbi6zQO0/SLkSolNxsDI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Txkl4aW8cmg/S220/buddha.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9197031259067542298.post-5351631700527789055</id><published>2008-02-13T16:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T16:24:34.110-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Once A professor began his class by holding up a glass with some&lt;br /&gt;water in it. He held it up for all to see and asked the students, "How&lt;br /&gt;much do you think this glass weighs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"50gms!"....''100gms!''...''125gms''... the students answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I really don't know unless I weigh it", said the professor, "but my question&lt;br /&gt;is: What would happen if I held it up like this for a few minutes?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nothing." The students said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay, what would happen if I held it up like this for an hour?" the&lt;br /&gt;Professor asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Your arm would begin to ache." said one of the&lt;br /&gt;students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're right, now what would happen if I held it for a&lt;br /&gt;day?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Your arm could go numb; you might have severe muscle stress &amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;paralysis; have to go to hospital for sure!" Ventured another&lt;br /&gt;student. Everyone laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Very good. But during all this, did the weight of the glass change?"&lt;br /&gt;Asked the professor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No." replied the students&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Then what caused the arm ache and the muscle&lt;br /&gt;stress? Instead what should I do with the glass?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The students were puzzled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a couple of minutes, one student yelled, "You should put the glass down!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Exactly!" said the professor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Life's problems are something like this:&lt;br /&gt;Hold it for a few minutes in your head; they seem Okay. Think of them&lt;br /&gt;for a long time; they begin to ache. Hold it even longer; they&lt;br /&gt;begin to paralyze you. You will not be able to do anything. It's&lt;br /&gt;important to think of the challenges (problems) in your life, but&lt;br /&gt;EVEN MORE IMPORTANT to 'put them down' at the end of every day&lt;br /&gt;before you go to sleep. That way, you are not stressed, you wake up&lt;br /&gt;every day fresh, strong, can handle any issue, any challenge that&lt;br /&gt;comes your way!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember to PUT THE GLASS DOWN TODAY!  That's life!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9197031259067542298-5351631700527789055?l=lovepeaceharmony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovepeaceharmony.blogspot.com/feeds/5351631700527789055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9197031259067542298&amp;postID=5351631700527789055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9197031259067542298/posts/default/5351631700527789055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9197031259067542298/posts/default/5351631700527789055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovepeaceharmony.blogspot.com/2008/02/once-professor-began-his-class-by.html' title=''/><author><name>Pari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18103065140343654645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6uqGbi6zQO0/SLkSolNxsDI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Txkl4aW8cmg/S220/buddha.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9197031259067542298.post-27562475534398523</id><published>2007-11-16T22:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T14:03:40.608-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The biggest strength to man is his mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The day you decide you want to acheieve something, you will have to believe in it. Because this belief will become your strength and get you to your destination. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now, the decision is yours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do you want to part with your weaknesses or do you want to live with them your whole life?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9197031259067542298-27562475534398523?l=lovepeaceharmony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovepeaceharmony.blogspot.com/feeds/27562475534398523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9197031259067542298&amp;postID=27562475534398523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9197031259067542298/posts/default/27562475534398523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9197031259067542298/posts/default/27562475534398523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovepeaceharmony.blogspot.com/2007/11/biggest-strength-to-man-is-his-mind.html' title='The biggest strength to man is his mind'/><author><name>Pari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18103065140343654645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6uqGbi6zQO0/SLkSolNxsDI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Txkl4aW8cmg/S220/buddha.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9197031259067542298.post-7859021502301169724</id><published>2007-09-22T17:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T17:39:33.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6uqGbi6zQO0/RvW1udx3RlI/AAAAAAAAABk/AfsT0eZmfMA/s1600-h/coexist.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113192761821447762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6uqGbi6zQO0/RvW1udx3RlI/AAAAAAAAABk/AfsT0eZmfMA/s320/coexist.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9197031259067542298-7859021502301169724?l=lovepeaceharmony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovepeaceharmony.blogspot.com/feeds/7859021502301169724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9197031259067542298&amp;postID=7859021502301169724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9197031259067542298/posts/default/7859021502301169724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9197031259067542298/posts/default/7859021502301169724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovepeaceharmony.blogspot.com/2007/09/blog-post_22.html' title=''/><author><name>Pari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18103065140343654645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6uqGbi6zQO0/SLkSolNxsDI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Txkl4aW8cmg/S220/buddha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6uqGbi6zQO0/RvW1udx3RlI/AAAAAAAAABk/AfsT0eZmfMA/s72-c/coexist.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9197031259067542298.post-3301037634423188813</id><published>2007-09-22T17:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T13:28:08.948-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;“We Are America”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the soot and dirt and ash rained down,&lt;br /&gt;We became one color.&lt;br /&gt;As we carried each other down the stairs of the burning building,&lt;br /&gt;We became one class.&lt;br /&gt;As we lit candles of waiting and hope,&lt;br /&gt;We became one generation.&lt;br /&gt;As the firefighters and police officers fought their way into the inferno,&lt;br /&gt;We became one gender.&lt;br /&gt;As we fell to our knees in prayer for strength,&lt;br /&gt;We became one faith.&lt;br /&gt;As we whispered or shouted words of encouragement,&lt;br /&gt;We spoke one language.&lt;br /&gt;As we gave our blood in lines a mile long,&lt;br /&gt;We became one body.&lt;br /&gt;As we mourned together the great loss,&lt;br /&gt;We became one family.&lt;br /&gt;As we cried tears of grief and loss,&lt;br /&gt;We became one soul.&lt;br /&gt;As we retell with pride of the sacrifice of heroes,&lt;br /&gt;We become one people.&lt;br /&gt;We are one color&lt;br /&gt;One class&lt;br /&gt;One generation&lt;br /&gt;One gender&lt;br /&gt;One faith&lt;br /&gt;One language&lt;br /&gt;One body&lt;br /&gt;One family&lt;br /&gt;One soul&lt;br /&gt;One people&lt;br /&gt;We are The Power of One.&lt;br /&gt;We are united.&lt;br /&gt;We are America. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;A student who used to go to my school wrote this poem in 2005.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9197031259067542298-3301037634423188813?l=lovepeaceharmony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovepeaceharmony.blogspot.com/feeds/3301037634423188813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9197031259067542298&amp;postID=3301037634423188813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9197031259067542298/posts/default/3301037634423188813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9197031259067542298/posts/default/3301037634423188813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovepeaceharmony.blogspot.com/2007/09/we-are-america-as-soot-and-dirt-and-ash.html' title=''/><author><name>Pari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18103065140343654645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6uqGbi6zQO0/SLkSolNxsDI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Txkl4aW8cmg/S220/buddha.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9197031259067542298.post-838536484018492917</id><published>2007-09-17T19:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T13:29:40.931-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;This poem is written by me. I honestly have no idea why I felt like writing on this subject. Maybe that night I was feeling  too ordinary and I felt like writing about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A Mediocre Path&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A leaf’s touch&lt;br /&gt;so gentle, so weightless&lt;br /&gt;clinging to a branch,&lt;br /&gt;like a feather to a bird.&lt;br /&gt;When time has come for it to leave its branch,&lt;br /&gt;it does so with outmost love,&lt;br /&gt;as if detaching itself from its support&lt;br /&gt;to become independent.&lt;br /&gt;It sways gently to the ground,&lt;br /&gt;letting the wind provide its destination.&lt;br /&gt;Rustling and rolling over hills and mountains,&lt;br /&gt;it lands itself amidst a river, floating down the surface,&lt;br /&gt;mesmerized by the friendliness of the water.&lt;br /&gt;Soon, tidal waves approach,&lt;br /&gt;leaving no choice to the leaf except to be engulfed by the water,&lt;br /&gt;drop itself down within a waterfall,&lt;br /&gt;And become yet another leaf&lt;br /&gt;among the shores of a newly born lake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Copyright ©2008&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9197031259067542298-838536484018492917?l=lovepeaceharmony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovepeaceharmony.blogspot.com/feeds/838536484018492917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9197031259067542298&amp;postID=838536484018492917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9197031259067542298/posts/default/838536484018492917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9197031259067542298/posts/default/838536484018492917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovepeaceharmony.blogspot.com/2007/09/another-poem-written-by-me-there-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Pari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18103065140343654645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6uqGbi6zQO0/SLkSolNxsDI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Txkl4aW8cmg/S220/buddha.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9197031259067542298.post-2874919267915204656</id><published>2007-09-17T19:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T13:31:36.072-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;While I was writing this, I was thinking about whether we really have a destiny, and whether we can change it. Some people also regret certain things they've done in their lives and wish that they could rewind their actions.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;:.Destiny.:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many people all over the world who wish to rewind their wrong doing and start over again on a different path which would help them in a better direction. However, the question is, “How would one know which path is to be taken?” For the betterment of mankind, we are not able to rewind our wrong doing and erase it; this way, we will be able to stride towards the correct path. We should be able to learn from our past and not regret what we have already done, and incorporate the lessons we have learnt into the present moment: when life is the most important. The present moment decides the fate of our future and the memories we will be looking back on. What we do at this very moment can change our destiny. The choices we make and the turns we take all depend on who we truly believe we are inside. It also depends on the lessons we personally experience and the lessons we learn from others. Without the wrong turns and mistakes, we will find it challenging to make the most out of our life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9197031259067542298-2874919267915204656?l=lovepeaceharmony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovepeaceharmony.blogspot.com/feeds/2874919267915204656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9197031259067542298&amp;postID=2874919267915204656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9197031259067542298/posts/default/2874919267915204656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9197031259067542298/posts/default/2874919267915204656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovepeaceharmony.blogspot.com/2007/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Pari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18103065140343654645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6uqGbi6zQO0/SLkSolNxsDI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Txkl4aW8cmg/S220/buddha.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9197031259067542298.post-514479451397649289</id><published>2007-09-16T19:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T13:32:05.841-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Footprints</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is my favorite story yet. Most of you may have heard this one already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;.::Footprints::.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6uqGbi6zQO0/Ru3uB8xpk_I/AAAAAAAAABM/eyaKukrSUcQ/s1600-h/footprints.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111002869397033970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6uqGbi6zQO0/Ru3uB8xpk_I/AAAAAAAAABM/eyaKukrSUcQ/s200/footprints.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One night a man had a dream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He dreamed he was walking Along the beach with the Lord. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Across the sky flashed scenes from his life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For each scene,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He noticed two sets of footprints in the sand,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One belonging to him, and the other to the Lord.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When the last scene of his life flashed before him, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He looked back at the footprints in the sand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He noticed that many times along the path of his life &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There was only one set of footprints. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He also noticed that it happened&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At the very lowest and saddest times in his life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This really bothered him And he questioned the Lord about it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Lord, You said that once I decided to follow You, You'd walk with me all the way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I have noticed that During the most troublesome times in my life, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There is only one set of footprints.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't understand why when I needed You most you would leave me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;" The Lord replied, "My precious, precious child,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love you and I would never leave you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;During your times of trial and suffering,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When you see only one set of footprints,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was then that I carried you."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Written by Margaret Fishback Powers (1964)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9197031259067542298-514479451397649289?l=lovepeaceharmony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovepeaceharmony.blogspot.com/feeds/514479451397649289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9197031259067542298&amp;postID=514479451397649289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9197031259067542298/posts/default/514479451397649289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9197031259067542298/posts/default/514479451397649289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovepeaceharmony.blogspot.com/2007/09/footprints.html' title='Footprints'/><author><name>Pari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18103065140343654645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6uqGbi6zQO0/SLkSolNxsDI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Txkl4aW8cmg/S220/buddha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6uqGbi6zQO0/Ru3uB8xpk_I/AAAAAAAAABM/eyaKukrSUcQ/s72-c/footprints.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9197031259067542298.post-6420387562178885138</id><published>2007-09-16T19:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T13:33:23.161-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wrote this poem for my best friend Parisa's birthday. She really means a lot to me and I love her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6uqGbi6zQO0/Ru3l7sxpk9I/AAAAAAAAAA8/1jv3gHgwPwM/s1600-h/black-white-children.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110993965929829330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6uqGbi6zQO0/Ru3l7sxpk9I/AAAAAAAAAA8/1jv3gHgwPwM/s200/black-white-children.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;The Perfect Best Friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;God wanted to create the perfect best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wanted her to have a compassionate heart&lt;br /&gt;and be there for others when they are having difficulties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wanted her to have comforting&lt;br /&gt;arms when a friend needed caressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God wanted to create a best&lt;br /&gt;friend who would confide in others,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend who will always be around&lt;br /&gt;to share thoughts and understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One who will make a friend laugh when she is sad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One who will listen to others&lt;br /&gt;when they need to talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wanted her to be a sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This friend will never have to identify herself when she calls,&lt;br /&gt;because her voice would be known by heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She will stay up late to talk and fool around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She will be someone who will&lt;br /&gt;always wish for the best in everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One who will always be special and will always&lt;br /&gt;be able to say the right things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One who will always know that friendship&lt;br /&gt;is not true until after there has been a fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God wanted to create a best friend who will not think&lt;br /&gt;about others being there for them;&lt;br /&gt;yet, they will think about them always being there for others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, God thought and thought,&lt;br /&gt;and one day he knew that the perfect&lt;br /&gt;name for this ideal best friend would be,&lt;br /&gt;“Parisa”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9197031259067542298-6420387562178885138?l=lovepeaceharmony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovepeaceharmony.blogspot.com/feeds/6420387562178885138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9197031259067542298&amp;postID=6420387562178885138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9197031259067542298/posts/default/6420387562178885138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9197031259067542298/posts/default/6420387562178885138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovepeaceharmony.blogspot.com/2007/09/perfect-best-friend-god-wanted-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Pari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18103065140343654645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6uqGbi6zQO0/SLkSolNxsDI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Txkl4aW8cmg/S220/buddha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6uqGbi6zQO0/Ru3l7sxpk9I/AAAAAAAAAA8/1jv3gHgwPwM/s72-c/black-white-children.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9197031259067542298.post-1677558963371892128</id><published>2007-09-16T19:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T13:35:33.190-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wrote this poem three years ago. It felt as though God spoke the words out of my mouth so I could write this poem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6uqGbi6zQO0/Ru3m68xpk-I/AAAAAAAAABE/jeY5S7tG2Is/s1600-h/Words-to-Live-By-Strength-Print-C10219987.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110995052556555234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6uqGbi6zQO0/Ru3m68xpk-I/AAAAAAAAABE/jeY5S7tG2Is/s200/Words-to-Live-By-Strength-Print-C10219987.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;God has made us 90% Perfect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has given us strength and wisdom&lt;br /&gt;to help ourselves and others.&lt;br /&gt;God has given us family for comfort and support.&lt;br /&gt;He has provided us with friends&lt;br /&gt;to keep us company when we feel empty.&lt;br /&gt;God has given us emotions, laughter, and compassion&lt;br /&gt;to express ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;God has given us liberty to achieve endless dreams.&lt;br /&gt;However, sometimes we may not make rational choices,&lt;br /&gt;We ruin our lives in pursuit of becoming like others.&lt;br /&gt;We never internalize&lt;br /&gt;And reflect on what we desire.&lt;br /&gt;Later on we strive to correct the wrong,&lt;br /&gt;Yet it is really difficult.&lt;br /&gt;Why not use all the qualities God has given us to carve the right path?&lt;br /&gt;God has made us 90% perfect...&lt;br /&gt;Now merely 10% has been left up to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright ©2007&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9197031259067542298-1677558963371892128?l=lovepeaceharmony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovepeaceharmony.blogspot.com/feeds/1677558963371892128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9197031259067542298&amp;postID=1677558963371892128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9197031259067542298/posts/default/1677558963371892128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9197031259067542298/posts/default/1677558963371892128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovepeaceharmony.blogspot.com/2007/09/god-has-made-us-90-perfect-god-has.html' title=''/><author><name>Pari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18103065140343654645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6uqGbi6zQO0/SLkSolNxsDI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Txkl4aW8cmg/S220/buddha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6uqGbi6zQO0/Ru3m68xpk-I/AAAAAAAAABE/jeY5S7tG2Is/s72-c/Words-to-Live-By-Strength-Print-C10219987.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
