I took a banner “Vote for my site” of from my blog today. That’s so simple to explain. Just think. The voting policy sounds wise and is motivated well, yet the asking to vote for self distorts the picture and binds to stats counter instead of putting us into a hug of friendship. Taking of the voting banner has released me from my ego, and the intoxicating smell of life was discovered such way. While looking at a mirror, I saw just a bald man, but now, that’s the past already because of the shift of my focus from self to a leaf from the underfoot. While looking at the flower, I saw just the beautiful plants, but the situation has changed at a moment I have heard out the unnoted, the sneered by the world. I have smelt the Flower and the baldness vanished thus from sight.
September 30, 2007
September 27, 2007
personalized news
The correspondent stopped me today. I was asked what emotions overfill me. How do I feel about the Indian summer? What is my response to this season of the year?
Our diaries will transform into sound statements in overviews of polls. Indian summer will become the synonym of well-being – the hearty words will lay down into the political programs … The question is just one: what would be my place in that play. That is the test. I have chosen not to replace my casual vocabulary to dead statistic. Thus I have looked around, and ‘wow!’ came out of itself. We have the beautiful time, was my response. The awesome blueness of the sky gazes at us – the heaven watches us.
You say… – the correspondent was looking for more profound explanation.
Soft colors will change soon, but the essence will remain the same. The beauty consists not of the views we enjoy, but the responses we leave. Lots of dust may be recognized underfoot, but the burst of charging of the bad workers would not make our environment cleaner. It would be otherwise – criticizing of other though may look worthy indeed, but spread just worry. The truth alarms but not relaxes.
While talking I noticed a litter nearby and pick it up. Our town became much cleaner than it was prior.
How do I feel about the Indian simmer? – I repeated the correspondent’s question. It looks fine indeed. We just need to be aware of focusing on what is bad. The litters are inescapable, but they aren’t our goals – we just pick them up without ceasing to enjoy the beauty of a day we have. Our humanity doesn’t depend on time seasons. Other people may help us in various ways, but we need to wash our hands ourselves. The beauty is like love – we either personally love or analyze how other people act.
September 26, 2007
September 25, 2007
let’s get up!
BlogCatalog invited all bloggers everywher to unite on September 27, 2007 in an effort to stop abuse.
Wow, what could be more honourable than defending the weak? What could be more magnificient than giving a hand to the unacknowledged, than standing against the revolting abuse of the weak?
BlogCatalog invites us everywhere to help one other to retrieve the smile. While rejoicing over the rapidly forthcoming event -at the rising of the sun that illiminates our earthly path, I suddenly have grasped … continued in Captain’s Bridge.
