Monday, April 28, 2008

What a wonderful world!



Music is so powerful!

I just wanted to share these sacred musical pieces with you.

I feel an immense interior joy and peace when I listen to these songs.

I also feel a deep sadness when I think off all the atrocities commited because of our beliefs.

Isn't that paradoxal?

Can you say that the truth is here or there?

It seems like it is everywhere for whoever wishes to see it.









Tuesday, April 8, 2008

Think positive




Today, I want to tell you about our thoughts, and how they can affect our lives.
The person who described this best is Ahmadou Hampate Ba. He is an African writer who wrote many successful books.
In his book “The inspiring life of Tierno Bokar", he explains why thoughts are important, how our own thought can act in our life.
I totally adhere to this idea.

Here are his views below:
Imagine that in each person there are 2 walls: a white wall and a red one.
The red wall has several holes, and in each hole, a red bird.

The white wall also has several holes, and in each hole a white bird.

Red birds symbolize bad thoughts and white birds symbolize good thoughts.

Each good thought you have release a white bird. A place is now empty in the white wall, ready to receive someone else white bird (good thought).
But it works the same way for red birds ( bad thoughts). Each bad thought you have release a red bird, and empty a place in the red wall, ready to receive the bad thought of someone else.

So according to Ahmadou Ampathe Ba, The more you have good thoughts for others, the more you are willing to receive good thoughts from others that will have impact in your life.
Ibid for the bad thoughts.

So in a few words, you receive what you give. Balance of the universe.
You may not receive it by the person you gave it to, but you will receive it as soon as a place on your wall is empty.
So try the more you can to think positive.

Tuesday, April 1, 2008

Special dedicace


Today, I want to dedicate this poem to Yoan, Amadou, Sory, and Quentin. I am sure, one day, they will become men of honor and duty. And I hope those words will help them find the energy and the light in periods of trouble and remind them not to choose the easy way, but the path of men of honor.
Love


If

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or, being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with triumph and disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with wornout tools;
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on";

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch;
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man my son!


{Si

Si tu peux voir détruit l'ouvrage de ta vie
Et sans dire un seul mot te mettre à rebâtir,
Ou perdre en un seul coup le gain de cent parties
Sans un geste et sans un soupir ;
Si tu peux être amant sans être fou d'amour,
Si tu peux être fort sans cesser d'être tendre,
Et, te sentant haï, sans haïr à ton tour,
Pourtant lutter et te défendre ;

Si tu peux supporter d'entendre tes paroles

Travesties par des gueux pour exciter des sots,
Et d'entendre mentir sur toi leurs bouches folles
Sans mentir toi-même d'un mot ;
Si tu peux rester digne en étant populaire,
Si tu peux rester peuple en conseillant les rois,
Et si tu peux aimer tous tes amis en frères,
Sans qu'aucun d'eux soit tout pour toi ;

Si tu sais méditer, observer et connaître,

Sans jamais devenir sceptique ou destructeur ;
Rêver, mais sans laisser ton rêve être ton maître,
Penser sans n'être que penseur ;
Si tu sais être dur, sans jamais être en rage,
Si tu sais être brave et jamais imprudent,
Si tu sais être bon, si tu sais être sage,
Sans être moral et pédant ;

Si tu peux rencontrer Triomphe après Défaite

Et recevoir ces deux menteurs d'un même front,
Si tu peux conserver ton courage et ta tête
Quand tous les autres les perdront
,Alors les Rois les Dieux la Chance et la Victoire
Seront à tout jamais tes esclaves soumis,
Et, ce qui vaut bien mieux que les Rois et la Gloire,
Tu seras un homme mon fils !}

Rudyard Kipling



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