Happiness Within
Already met 3 My Angel !
The new movie...Domino that chick can kick some ass!
Love Movies ... A (W I D E) Variety ... but documentaries are my Favorite ;)Animal Planet is GREAT ! Discovery is AMAZING as well.
Currently Reading "The Power of Your Subconscious Mind"
I am my own hero ! Where would I be without me ? You tell me...A Favorite Poem The Circle of the Spirit by Joan Walsh Anglund The Angels came . . . and there was lovliness. I did not ask . . . and yet I heard and the voice was music, and all things turned wondrous at its sound . . .and Peace was Everywhere I have come to tell you of the Way, And the Way is the Circle And the Circle is the Source And the Source is Life And Life is the Light Therefore, those of the Circle shall drink of the Source and become as the Light that lives and nourishes. There is no Question and there is no Answer that is not contained within the Circle. Therefore, do not ask Why . . . for the Circle knows, and because you are of the Circle So do you, also, know . . . and yet do not know of your knowing. But the Circle shall turn and, in its turning all Truth shall be made apparent. The Circle has no beginning The Circle has no ending The Circle is . . . and continues, unendingly . . . beyond the Circle of our understanding. The Circle is. The Circle is complete, and in the Circle all parts are equal. The Circle turns . . . revealing first this side, then the next. Thus, there seems to be Change. But the Circle is . . . at all times . . . on all sides and does not change, but is. We see but part of the Circle, and this is the illusion of Time. But Time is only the Light falling upon the Circle illuminating a part here . . . or there, of what continues and is, so that we may see it more clearly . . . and thereby understand. All parts are necessary to the Circle. All parts are equal to the Circle. Life is a Circle. If a leaf falls does it not grow again . . . . in the Circle . . . . of another Season? If a man dies, does he not live again . . . . in the Circle . . . . of another Age? The Waters teach us, the Sands teach us . . . .the Winds speak . . . . the Grasses murmur . . . . of the Truth . . . but who will listen? We are Eyes . . . . meant to see, We are Ears . . . . meant to hear . . . . but the World distracts, while the Way lies ahead . . . . waiting, for us. The Word has been Spoken, why need we speak it again? Because the path that is worn by many feet will be followed by many others, and the Way is made apparent by the pathway worn by its followers. Do not desire the Way, for the Way is yours . . . . without desire. Do not search for the Way, for the Way finds you . . . . without your searching. The butterfly hovers, and finds the flower. The flower waits . . . . knowing the butterfly will come. Why fear Death? . . . . it is nothing. It is a thin curtian . . . . less than gauze, between us. For the spirirt is the same on both sides. And we are One . . . . in Death as well as Life.. There is no Age. . . There is no Time. . . There is no Death. . . In the Circle of the Spirit . . . there is only Light . . . and Life . . . and Love! We are as a closed eye . . . that will not see. a clasped ear . . . thar will not hear a clenched fist . . . that will not open, a clamped jaw . . . that will not unlock. How then, can the Spirit enter us . . . and give us nourishment Only the open gate can receive visitors. Only the open hand can receive gifts Only the open mind can receive wisdom. Only the open heart can receive love. Within our letting go is the seed of our receiving. For to find the Truth, one must loose the Self.