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Posted 03 June 2010 - 08:23 PM
Posted 03 June 2010 - 09:09 PM
There are some things I may not know
There are some places, dear Lord, I may not go.
But there's one thing of which I'm sure
My God is real for I can feel him in my soul.
I have found a way to live
in the presence of the Lord Hare Ram, Ram, Ram
Hare Ram, Ram, Ram, Sita Ram, Ram, Ram
Posted 03 June 2010 - 09:32 PM
Posted 03 June 2010 - 09:40 PM
There are some things I may not know
There are some places, dear Lord, I may not go.
But there's one thing of which I'm sure
My God is real for I can feel him in my soul.
I have found a way to live
in the presence of the Lord Hare Ram, Ram, Ram
Hare Ram, Ram, Ram, Sita Ram, Ram, Ram
Posted 03 June 2010 - 09:51 PM
Posted 03 June 2010 - 10:32 PM
A tree too big to embrace ... is born from a slender shoot. A nine-story tower ... rises from a pile of earth. A thousand-mile journey ... begins with a single step.
(taoistična modrost)
Posted 04 June 2010 - 11:38 AM
Posted 04 June 2010 - 11:42 AM
Posted 04 June 2010 - 01:08 PM
Posted 04 June 2010 - 04:05 PM
ॐ Be a voice, not an echo. ॐ
Posted 04 June 2010 - 07:20 PM
Posted 05 June 2010 - 01:12 PM
Posted 05 June 2010 - 03:17 PM
ॐ Be a voice, not an echo. ॐ
Posted 05 June 2010 - 03:18 PM
Ne, ona nima žametnih oči in niti kodrov mehkih kakor svila,
če sneg je bel, ga v njenih nedrih ni in usta bi se od koral ločila.
Sem videl rože bele in rdeče, na njenih licih take ne cveto
in so dišave, ki so bolj dehteče, kot vonj, ki diha njeno ga telo.
Njen glas poslušam rad, četudi vem da zvoki strun prijetneje zvene,
kako boginje hodijo ne vem; ko ona hodi, stopa kot ljudje.
Pa vendar se mi zdi bolj očarljiva kot vse, ki pesem jih slavi lažniva.
Posted 07 June 2010 - 01:44 PM
Do not pray for an easy life, pray for the strength to endure a difficult one.
Bruce Lee
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Posted 08 June 2010 - 05:40 PM
Posted 08 June 2010 - 05:41 PM
Posted 08 June 2010 - 07:46 PM
Posted 15 June 2010 - 09:20 AM
Ne, ona nima žametnih oči in niti kodrov mehkih kakor svila,
če sneg je bel, ga v njenih nedrih ni in usta bi se od koral ločila.
Sem videl rože bele in rdeče, na njenih licih take ne cveto
in so dišave, ki so bolj dehteče, kot vonj, ki diha njeno ga telo.
Njen glas poslušam rad, četudi vem da zvoki strun prijetneje zvene,
kako boginje hodijo ne vem; ko ona hodi, stopa kot ljudje.
Pa vendar se mi zdi bolj očarljiva kot vse, ki pesem jih slavi lažniva.
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