<?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-33074023</id><updated>2012-02-16T11:46:32.150Z</updated><category term='music'/><title type='text'>Rabbit hole</title><subtitle type='html'>In Alice in Wonderland, Alice follows a mysterious white rabbit into a rabbit hole to enter 'Wonderland', an absurd and improbable world inhabited by many strange characters. This usage has helped make the phrase refer more generally to any portal into a different or strange world - so welcome to mine</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apedestrian.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33074023/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apedestrian.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>A pedestrian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07824730534595966734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33074023.post-1728890781695434487</id><published>2007-07-09T00:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T00:51:05.595+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>La Foule</title><content type='html'>http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rbsl5_203Ms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;translation: &lt;br /&gt;I re-examine the city celebrates some and is delirious about it&lt;br /&gt;Suffocating under the sun and the joy&lt;br /&gt;And I hear in the music the cries, the laughter&lt;br /&gt;Who burst and rebound around me&lt;br /&gt;And lost among these people who hustle me&lt;br /&gt;Dazed, disabled, I remain there&lt;br /&gt;When suddenly, I am turned over, it moves back myself,&lt;br /&gt;And crowd comes to throw me between her arms…&lt;br /&gt;Carried by the crowd which trails us&lt;br /&gt;Us involves&lt;br /&gt;Crushed one against the other&lt;br /&gt;We form one body&lt;br /&gt;And the flood without effort&lt;br /&gt;Us pushes, connected one and the other&lt;br /&gt;And leaves us both&lt;br /&gt;Opened out, enivrés and happy.&lt;br /&gt;Involved by the crowd which springs&lt;br /&gt;And which dances&lt;br /&gt;An insane farandole&lt;br /&gt;Our two hands remain welded&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes raised&lt;br /&gt;Our two intertwined bodies fly away&lt;br /&gt;And both fall down&lt;br /&gt;Opened out, enivrés and happy…&lt;br /&gt;And joy splashed by its smile&lt;br /&gt;Transpierce me and flashes back at the bottom of me&lt;br /&gt;But suddenly I push a cry among the laughter&lt;br /&gt;When crowd comes to tear off it among my arms…&lt;br /&gt;Carried by the crowd which trails us&lt;br /&gt;Us involves&lt;br /&gt;Us moves away one from the other&lt;br /&gt;I fight and I debates&lt;br /&gt;But the sound of its voice&lt;br /&gt;Choke yourself in the laughter of the others&lt;br /&gt;And I shout of pain, fury and rage&lt;br /&gt;And I cry…&lt;br /&gt;Involved by the crowd which springs&lt;br /&gt;And which dances&lt;br /&gt;An insane farandole&lt;br /&gt;I am carried with far&lt;br /&gt;And I contract my fists, cursing the crowd which steals me&lt;br /&gt;The man that it had given me&lt;br /&gt;And that I never found…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33074023-1728890781695434487?l=apedestrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apedestrian.blogspot.com/feeds/1728890781695434487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33074023&amp;postID=1728890781695434487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33074023/posts/default/1728890781695434487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33074023/posts/default/1728890781695434487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apedestrian.blogspot.com/2007/07/la-foule.html' title='La Foule'/><author><name>A pedestrian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07824730534595966734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33074023.post-5916915396519770177</id><published>2007-05-29T20:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T20:47:00.856+01:00</updated><title type='text'>look and yearn</title><content type='html'>" Prayer is not asking. It is a longing of the soul...it is better in prayer to have a heart without words, than words without a heart" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Mahtama Ghandi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33074023-5916915396519770177?l=apedestrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apedestrian.blogspot.com/feeds/5916915396519770177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33074023&amp;postID=5916915396519770177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33074023/posts/default/5916915396519770177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33074023/posts/default/5916915396519770177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apedestrian.blogspot.com/2007/05/look-and-yearn.html' title='look and yearn'/><author><name>A pedestrian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07824730534595966734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33074023.post-6615367288088957991</id><published>2007-03-18T12:14:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-18T12:37:38.288Z</updated><title type='text'>The politics of interpretation</title><content type='html'>This is a quote by a Saudi Prince interviewed by an English magazine, possibly Tattler. I apologize for I can't seem to recall the name of the Prince. Nevertheless, O3bal our Royality giving a clever critique of our own country.  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;" There's probably a degree of truth to both interpretations, although in their defence, King Fahd was genuinely keen on promoting cultural activities and Prince AbdulAziz has real fondness of Islamic architecture. You see, there are degrees of truth to all the stock/shock portraits of Modern Arabia. Veiled women swathed in black abayas: victims or traditionalists? The entire country stopping Five times a day for prayers: devotion or ostentation?  the Bedoiun-meets-Balenciaga shopping culture: trashy or trendy? Interpretation is a matter of politics." &lt;br /&gt;end quote.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33074023-6615367288088957991?l=apedestrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apedestrian.blogspot.com/feeds/6615367288088957991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33074023&amp;postID=6615367288088957991' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33074023/posts/default/6615367288088957991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33074023/posts/default/6615367288088957991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apedestrian.blogspot.com/2007/03/politics-of-interpretation.html' title='The politics of interpretation'/><author><name>A pedestrian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07824730534595966734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33074023.post-116354232532805244</id><published>2006-11-14T22:12:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-01T00:06:31.360Z</updated><title type='text'>U plavu Zoru (In the blue dawn)</title><content type='html'>One of Pink Martini's soulful music. U plavu Zoru is Croatian for In the blue dawn. highly recommend listening to it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiha noc                     Silent night &lt;br /&gt;Sjene su u bijegu            The shadows are on the run &lt;br /&gt;Ja cujem zvuk                I hear a sound &lt;br /&gt;Sta blize zove me            That's calling me nearer &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U plavu zoru                 In the blue dawn &lt;br /&gt;Sa svjetlom tu               With the light here &lt;br /&gt;Na moja vrata                On my door &lt;br /&gt;Ti stizes                    You arrive &lt;br /&gt;Naci ces                     You will find &lt;br /&gt;Praznu postelju moju         My empty bed &lt;br /&gt;Dok vlak nosi                While a train carries &lt;br /&gt;Me daleko                    Me far away&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33074023-116354232532805244?l=apedestrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apedestrian.blogspot.com/feeds/116354232532805244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33074023&amp;postID=116354232532805244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33074023/posts/default/116354232532805244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33074023/posts/default/116354232532805244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apedestrian.blogspot.com/2006/11/u-plavu-zoru-in-blue-dawn.html' title='U plavu Zoru (In the blue dawn)'/><author><name>A pedestrian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07824730534595966734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33074023.post-116304076566359514</id><published>2006-11-09T02:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-09T03:02:20.803Z</updated><title type='text'>Monalisa</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;one of my favorite quotes. Everytime I read it and I've read it several times, i think this is the answer to any question anyone can have about anything.  Its like the monalisa of quotations by Mr.Nelson Mandela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;"We fear that we are inadequate, but our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness, that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, "Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous?" Actually, who are you not to be these things? You are a child of God! Your playing small doesn't serve the world. There is nothing enlightening about shrinking so that other people around you won't feel insecure. We are all meant to shine, as children do. We are born to manifest the glory of God within us; it is in everyone. And, as we let our light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically releases others."  .........sigh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33074023-116304076566359514?l=apedestrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apedestrian.blogspot.com/feeds/116304076566359514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33074023&amp;postID=116304076566359514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33074023/posts/default/116304076566359514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33074023/posts/default/116304076566359514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apedestrian.blogspot.com/2006/11/monalisa.html' title='Monalisa'/><author><name>A pedestrian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07824730534595966734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33074023.post-116302541892850001</id><published>2006-11-08T22:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-08T22:41:25.146Z</updated><title type='text'>what reason is or not</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Reason, for the &lt;strong&gt;philosophe&lt;/strong&gt;, (the enlightened thinker, philosopher, the rational) , what grace is for the Christian.&lt;br /&gt;It is grace which impels the Christians to act;it is reason which impels the &lt;strong&gt;philosophe. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other men are swept along by their passions without reflecting before they take action: they are men who walk in darkness; on the other hand the &lt;strong&gt;philosophe&lt;/strong&gt;, even in his passions, acts only after reflecting; he is walking at night, but there is a torch in front of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;strong&gt;philosophe&lt;/strong&gt; bases his principles on an infinite number of particular observations. The people adopt the priniciple without thinking about the observation which have led to do it: they think the maxim exists as it were on its own, but the &lt;strong&gt;philosophe &lt;/strong&gt;goes back to the sources of the maxim; he examines its origins, he knows its true value, and uses as much of it as suits him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....For the &lt;strong&gt;philosophe&lt;/strong&gt; truth is not a mistress who corrupts his imagination and which he believes he can find everywhere; he limits himself to being able to distinguish it when he can percieve it. He does not confuse it with probability; he takes as true what is true, as false what is false, as doubtful what is doubtful and as probable what is only probable. He does more, in that a great strength of the philosophe is that, when he has no reason to judge, he can suspend judgement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;-Anon, "Philosophe", in the Encyclopedie 1765 (translated version) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33074023-116302541892850001?l=apedestrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apedestrian.blogspot.com/feeds/116302541892850001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33074023&amp;postID=116302541892850001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33074023/posts/default/116302541892850001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33074023/posts/default/116302541892850001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apedestrian.blogspot.com/2006/11/what-reason-is-or-not.html' title='what reason is or not'/><author><name>A pedestrian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07824730534595966734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33074023.post-116154442786140795</id><published>2006-10-22T20:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T20:25:36.226+01:00</updated><title type='text'>عساكم من عوادة</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4610/3626/1600/ehden3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4610/3626/320/ehden3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eid Mubarek to&lt;br /&gt;every muslim.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33074023-116154442786140795?l=apedestrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apedestrian.blogspot.com/feeds/116154442786140795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33074023&amp;postID=116154442786140795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33074023/posts/default/116154442786140795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33074023/posts/default/116154442786140795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apedestrian.blogspot.com/2006/10/blog-post.html' title='عساكم من عوادة'/><author><name>A pedestrian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07824730534595966734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33074023.post-116121574501762150</id><published>2006-10-19T00:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T01:23:23.956+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Laughter</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Allow the poem to speak to you, whenever you are ready to listen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Khwaja Shams ud-Din Hafiz-i Shirazi, 1326-1390&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;What is laughter? What is laughter?&lt;br /&gt;It is God waking up! O it is God waking up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the sun poking its sweet head out&lt;br /&gt;From behind a cloud &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;You have been carrying too long,&lt;br /&gt;Veiling your eyes and heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is Light breaking ground for a great Structure&lt;br /&gt;That is your Real body - called Truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is happiness applauding itself and then taking flight&lt;br /&gt;To embrace everyone and everything in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laughter is the polestar&lt;br /&gt;Held in the sky by our Beloved,&lt;br /&gt;Who eternally says,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yes, dear ones, come this way,&lt;br /&gt;Come this way towards Me and Love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come with your tender mouths moving&lt;br /&gt;And your beautiful tongues conducting songs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with your movements - your magic movements&lt;br /&gt;Of hands and feet and glands and cells - Dancing! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Know that to God’s Eye,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;All movement is a Wondrous Language,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And Music - such exquisite, wild Music!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;O what is laughter, Hafiz?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;What is this precious love and laughter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Budding in our hearts?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;It is the glorious sound&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Of a soul waking up! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;~ Hafiz ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33074023-116121574501762150?l=apedestrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apedestrian.blogspot.com/feeds/116121574501762150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33074023&amp;postID=116121574501762150' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33074023/posts/default/116121574501762150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33074023/posts/default/116121574501762150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apedestrian.blogspot.com/2006/10/laughter_19.html' title='Laughter'/><author><name>A pedestrian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07824730534595966734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33074023.post-115957420074531777</id><published>2006-09-30T00:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T00:56:40.756+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Invitation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It doesnt interest me what you do for a living&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to know what you ache for, and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart's longing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It does not interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love , for your dream, for the adventure of being alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It does not interest me what planets are squaring your moon.  I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow, if you have been opened by life's betrayals, or have you  become shriveled and closed from fear of  further pain, mine or your own, without moving to hide it or fade it or even fix it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own , if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful, to be realistic, to remember the limitations of being human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It does not interest me if the story you are telling me is true. I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself, if you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul and what it craves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to know if you see beauty , even when its not pretty, every day and if you can source your own life from its presence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to know if you can live with failure, yours or mine, and still stand on the edge of the lake and shout to the silver of the full moon "YES "!!   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't interest me to know where you live or how much money you have. I want to know if you can get up after a night of grief and despair , weary and bruised to the bone, and do what needs to be done to feed the children. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't interest me who you know or how you came to be here. I want to know if you will stand in the center of the fire with me and not shrink back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it doesn't interest me where or what or with whom u have studied. I want to know what sustains you , from the inside, when all else falls away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to know if can be alone with yourself , and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33074023-115957420074531777?l=apedestrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apedestrian.blogspot.com/feeds/115957420074531777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33074023&amp;postID=115957420074531777' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33074023/posts/default/115957420074531777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33074023/posts/default/115957420074531777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apedestrian.blogspot.com/2006/09/invitation.html' title='The Invitation'/><author><name>A pedestrian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07824730534595966734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33074023.post-115845472554173214</id><published>2006-09-17T01:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T01:58:45.620+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Silence</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.just-a-minute.com/"&gt;http://www.just-a-minute.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33074023-115845472554173214?l=apedestrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apedestrian.blogspot.com/feeds/115845472554173214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33074023&amp;postID=115845472554173214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33074023/posts/default/115845472554173214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33074023/posts/default/115845472554173214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apedestrian.blogspot.com/2006/09/silence.html' title='Silence'/><author><name>A pedestrian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07824730534595966734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33074023.post-115793346246318854</id><published>2006-09-11T01:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T01:11:02.483+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ghandi</title><content type='html'>If by strength is meant moral power, then a woman is immeasurably man's superior. Has she not greater intuition, is she not more self -sacrificing, has she not greater powers of endurance, has she not greater courage? without her , man could not be. If non violence is the law of our being, then the future is with woman.  Who can make a more affective appeal to the heart , than a woman?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33074023-115793346246318854?l=apedestrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apedestrian.blogspot.com/feeds/115793346246318854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33074023&amp;postID=115793346246318854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33074023/posts/default/115793346246318854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33074023/posts/default/115793346246318854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apedestrian.blogspot.com/2006/09/ghandi.html' title='Ghandi'/><author><name>A pedestrian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07824730534595966734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33074023.post-115758344662447783</id><published>2006-09-06T23:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T00:35:51.706+01:00</updated><title type='text'>babasheera</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4610/3626/1600/DF4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4610/3626/200/DF4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just a goodluck charm for myself as I am about to embark into something I don't quite believe in, but what the heck, I'll live.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33074023-115758344662447783?l=apedestrian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apedestrian.blogspot.com/feeds/115758344662447783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33074023&amp;postID=115758344662447783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33074023/posts/default/115758344662447783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33074023/posts/default/115758344662447783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apedestrian.blogspot.com/2006/09/babasheera.html' title='babasheera'/><author><name>A pedestrian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07824730534595966734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
