You are but a flying kite.

Does the sky have a map for the migrating bird?
Do rules exist for a fish that swims about in water?
Something tugs at life, and pushes it forward:
You are but a flying kite.

Life must be lived as we go along

 

   TUCKED AWAY in our subconscious minds is an idyllic vision.  We see ourselves on a long, long trip that almost spans the continent.  We're traveling by passenger train, and out the windows we drink in the passing scene of cars on nearby highways, of children waving at a crossing, of cattle grazing on a distant hillside, of smoke pouring from a power plant, of row upon row of corn and wheat, of flatlands and valleys, of mountains and rolling hillsides, of city skylines and village halls, of biting winter and blazing summer and cavorting spring and docile fall.

     But uppermost in our minds is the final destination.  On a certain day at a certain hour we will pull into the station.  There will be bands playing and flags waving.  And once we get there so many wonderful dreams will come true.  So many wishes will be fulfilled and so many pieces of our lives finally will be neatly fitted together like a completed jigsaw puzzle.  How restlessly we pace the aisles, damming the minutes for loitering, waiting, waiting, waiting for the station.

     However, sooner or later we must realize there is no one station, no one place to arrive at once and for all.  The true joy of life is the trip.  The station is only a dream.  It constantly outdistances us.

     When we get to the station that will be it!" we cry.  Translated it means, "When I'm 18 that will be it!  When I buy a new 450 SL Mercedes Benz, that will be it!  When I put the last kid through college that will be it!  When I have paid off the mortgage that will be it!  When I win a promotion that will be it!  When I reach the age of retirement that will be it!  I shall live happily ever after!" 

     Unfortunately, once we get "it," then "it" disappears.  The station somehow hides itself at the end of an endless track. 

     "Relish the moment" is a good motto, especially when coupled with Psalm 118:24: "This is the day which the Lord hath made, we will rejoice and be glad in it."  It isn't the burdens of today that drive men mad.  Rather, it is regret over yesterday or fear of tomorrow.  Regret and fear are twin thieves who would rob us of today. 

     So, stop pacing the aisles and counting the miles.  Instead, climb more mountains, eat more ice cream, go barefoot more often, swim more rivers, watch more sunsets, laugh more and cry less.  Life must be lived as we go along.  The station will come soon enough.

By Robert J. Hastings

Maikade Band Karen, Lakh Zamane Wale

Maikade Band Karen, Lakh Zamane Wale Shahar Mein Kam Nahin Aankhon Se, Pilaane Wale Kaash Mujhko Bhi Laga Le Tu Kabhi Seene Se Meri Tasveer Ko Seene Se Lagane Wale Maikade Band Karen, Lakh Zamane Wale Hum Yakeen Aapke Vaade Pe Bhala Kaise Karen Aap Hargiz Nahin Hain Vaada Nibhaane Wale Maikade Band Karen, Lakh Zamane Wale Apne Aibon Pe Nazar Jinki Nahin Hoti Hai Aaina Unko Dikhaate Hain Zamane Wale Maikade Band Karen, Lakh Zamane Wale Shahar Mein Kam Nahin Aankhon Se, Pilaane Wale Maikade Band Karen, Lakh Zamane Wale -Sung by Hariharan

Jhoom le has bol le

Jhoom le has bol le pyaari agar hai zindagi,

saans ke bas ek jhonke ka safar hai zindagi

Der hi bante bigadte kuch ise lagti nahi, 

phool ki deewar pe shabnam ka ghar hai zindagi

Ajnabee halaat se bhi has ke milne chahiye, 

har kadam par mudne waali rehguzar hai zindagi

Zindagi mein jo bhi karna chahta hai kar guzar, 

kya khabar barson ki hai ya lamha bhar hai zindagi.

- Sung by Hariharan ( Kaash )

When you forgive, you love. And when you love, God's light shines through you.

       
Ron Franz: I'm going to miss you when you go.
Christopher McCandless: I will miss you too, but you are wrong if you think that the joy of life comes principally from the joy of human relationships. God's place is all around us, it is in everything and in anything we can experience. People just need to change the way they look at things.
Ron Franz: Yeah. I am going to take stock of that. You know I am. I want to tell you something. From bits and pieces of what you have told me about your family, your mother and your dad... And I know you have problems with the church too... But there is some kind of bigger thing that we can all appreciate and it sounds to me you don't mind calling it God. But when you forgive, you love. And when you love, God's light shines through you.
Christopher McCandless: Holy shit!

A Pretty Girl Is like a Melody

 A pretty girl is like a melody
That haunts you night and day,
Just like the strain of a haunting refrain,
She'll start up-on a marathon
And run around your brain.
You can't escape she's in your memory.
By morning night and noon.
She will leave you and then come back again,
A pretty girl is just like a pretty tune.

- Irving Berlin

love

Love is weakest when there is more doubt than trust

and strongest when we learn to trust inspite the doubts.

I love not man the less, but Nature more

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,

There is a rapture on the lonely shore,

There is society, where none intrudes,

By the deep sea, and music in its roar:

I love not man the less, but Nature more,

From these our interviews, in which I steal

From all I may be, or have been before,

To mingle with the Universe, and feel

What I can ne'er express, yet cannot all conceal.

-Lord Byron

There’s not a joy the world can give like that it takes away

There’s not a joy the world can give like that it takes away

When the glow of early thought declines in feeling’s dull decay;

‘Tis not on youth’s smooth cheek the blush alone, which fades so fast,

But the tender bloom of heart is gone, ere youth itself be past.

Then the few whose spirits float above the wreck of happiness        

Are driven o’er the shoals of guilt, or ocean of excess:

The magnet of their course is gone, or only points in vain

The shore to which their shiver’d sail shall never stretch again.

Then the mortal coldness of the soul like death itself comes down;

It cannot feel for others’ woes, it dare not dream its own;

That heavy chill has frozen o’er the fountain of our tears,

And though the eye may sparkle still, ’tis where the ice appears.

Though wit may flash from fluent lips, and mirth distract the breast,

Through midnight hours that yield no more their former hope of rest,

‘Tis but as ivy-leaves around the ruin’d turret wreathe,

All green and wildly fresh without, but worn and gray beneath.

Oh could I feel as I have felt, or be what I have been,

Or weep as I could once have wept o’er many a vanish’d scene;

As springs in deserts found seem sweet, all brackish though they be,

So midst the wither’d waste of life those tears would flow to me!

- Lord Byron

People and Time

One thing has become quite clear: All acquaintances are passing. Therefore I want to make the most of every contact. I want to quickly get close to the people I meet because my experience has shown we won't be together for long.
-Hugh Prather
(Notes To Myself)

We all walk the long road

Can I wait for so long?
I cannot say
Oh, the precious moments...
Cannot stay
It's not like winds have fallen...
I cannot say
Without you something's missing...
I cannot say


Oh, the hands of dawn in his heart
And their face is falling down
Down, down, down...
I have wished for so long...
Now I wish for you again


Will I walk the long road?
I cannot say
There's no need to say goodbye
Oh, the pressure's building
All the memories going round
Round, round, round...
I have wished for so long...
Now I wish for you again


And the wind keeps blowin'
And the sky keeps turning grey
And the sun is set
The sun won't never rise again


I have wished for so long ...
Now I wish for you again
I have wished for so long...
Now I wish for you today
Will I walk the long road?

You'll never, ever walk alone

When you walk through a storm hold your head up high
And don't be afraid of the dark.
At the end of a storm is a golden sky
And the sweet silver song of a lark.
Walk on through the wind,
Walk on through the rain,
Tho' your dreams be tossed and blown.
Walk on, walk on with hope in your heart
And you'll never walk alone,
You'll never, ever walk alone.


Walk on, walk on with hope in your heart
And you'll never walk alone,
You'll never, ever walk alone.


-Elvis Presley