Fear...

Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. 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? You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine, as children do. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It's not just in some of us; it's in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.
[Marianne Williamson, A Return to Love: Reflections on the Principles of "A Course in Miracles"]

Roti...aur maa

Chimtey sey chipki roti ney dheere sey kaha mujhse. Kyon, maa ki yaad aa rahi hai?

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Out of suffering have emerged the strongest souls; the most massive characters are seared with scars.
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Other times, I look at my scars and see something else: a girl who was trying to cope with something horrible that she should never have had to live through at all. My scars show pain and suffering, but they also show my will to survive. They're part of my history that'll always be there.
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It has been said, 'time heals all wounds.' I do not agree. The wounds remain. In time, the mind, protecting its sanity, covers them with scar tissue and the pain lessens. But it is never gone
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Scars exist to show that I existed. I myself don’t have any scars, but every single one of my friends has a healed up knife wound deep in their back
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Contrary to what we may have been taught to think, unnecessary and unchosen suffering wounds us but need not scar us for life. It does mark us. What we allow the mark of our suffering to become is in our own hands
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My scars remind me that I did indeed survive my deepest wounds. That in itself is an accomplishment. And they bring to mind something else, too. They remind me that the damage life has inflicted on me has, in many places, left me stronger and more resilient. What hurt me in the past has actually made me better equipped to face the present
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Osho on Buddha’s enlightenment

I would like to tell you… Buddha tried for six years continuously to know what the divine is, and it cannot be said that he left anything undone. He did everything that is humanly possible, even some things which seem humanly impossible. He did everything. Whatever was known up to his day he practiced. Whatever methods were taught to him, he became a master of them.

He went to all the gurus that existed in his time, to everyone. And whatever they could teach, he learned, he practiced. And then he said, “Anything more, Sir?” And the guru said, “Now you can go, because all that I could give you I have given, and I cannot say, as I say in other cases, that you have not practiced. You have practiced. This is all that I can give.” Buddha said, “I have not known the divine yet.”

With each guru this happened. Then he left all the gurus. Then he invented his own methods. Continuously, for six years, he was in a struggle of life and death. He did everything that could be done. Then, at last, he was so tired of doing, so deadly tired, that one day when he was taking his evening bath in the Niranjana River near Bodhgaya, he felt so weak and so tired that he could not come out of the river. He just clung to a root of a tree and a thought came to his mind, “I have become so weak, I cannot even cross this small river. How will I be alive to cross the whole ocean of the world? I have done everything, and I have not found the divine. I have only tired my body.”

He felt that he was on the verge of death. At that very moment he felt that he had done everything, and now there was nothing to do. He relaxed, and new energy came upon him because of his relaxation. All that was suppressed through those six years flowered. He came out of the river, he felt just like a feather, a bird’s feather — weightless. He relaxed under a Bodhi tree.

It was a bright fullmoon night. Someone came — a girl, a shudra girl named Sujata. The name shows that the girl must have been a shudra because to have the name Sujata means she has not come from a higher caste. Sujata means wellborn. She had promised the Bodhi tree to pay it some homage daily, so she has come with some sweets.

Buddha is there — tired, pale, bloodless, but relaxed, absolutely unburdened — and it is a fullmoon night with nobody around. The girl, Sujata, felt that the deity of the tree had come to receive her homage. Had it been another day, Buddha could have refused. He would not rest in the night, he would not eat any food. But today he was totally relaxed. He took the food, and he slept. This was the first night after six years that he really slept.

He was relaxed with nothing to do. Then there was no worry. There was no tomorrow even, because tomorrow exists only because one has to do something. If one has not to do anything, then there is no tomorrow. Then the moment is enough.

Buddha slept, and in the morning, at five o’clock, when the last star was withering away, he was out of the sleep. He saw the last star disappearing, with no mind, because when you have nothing to do there is no mind. The mind is just a faculty for doing something, a technical faculty. No mind, nothing to do, no effort on his part, indifferent to whether he was alive or dead, he just opened his eyes, and he began to dance. He had come to that knowing to which he could not come through so many efforts.

Whenever someone would ask him how he achieved, he would say, “The more I tried to achieve, the more I was at a loss. I could not achieve. So how can I say I have achieved? The more I tried, the more I was involved. I could not achieve. The mind was trying to transcend itself, which was impossible. It is just like trying to be a father to yourself, just trying to give birth to yourself.”

So Buddha would say, “I cannot say I achieved. I can only say I tried so much that I was annihilated. I tried so much that any effort became absurd. And the moment came when I was not trying, when the mind was not, when I was not thinking. Then there was no future because there was no past. Both were always together. Past is behind, future is in front; they are always conjoined. If one drops, the other drops simultaneously. Then there was no future, no past, no mind. I was mindless, I was I-less. Then something happened, and I cannot say that this something happened in that moment. I can only say that this was always happening, only I was not aware. It was always happening, only I was closed. So I cannot say I have achieved something.”

Buddha said, “I can only say I have lost something — the ego, the mind — I have not achieved anything at all. Now I know that all that I have was always there. It was in every layer, it was in every stone, in every flower, but now I recognize it was always so. Only I was blind. So I have lost my blindness; I have not achieved anything, I have lost something.”

If you begin with the divine, then you begin to achieve. If you begin with yourself, then you begin to lose. Things will begin to disappear, and ultimately you will disappear. And when you are not, the divine is — with all its grace, with all its love, with all its compassion, but only when you are not. Your nonexistence is the categorical condition. For no one can it be relaxed. It is categorical, it is the absolute. You are the barrier. Fall down, and then you know. And only when you know, you know. You cannot understand it, I cannot explain it to you. I cannot make you understand it. So whatever I am saying, I am not saying anything metaphysical. I am only trying to show you that you must begin with yourself.

If you begin with yourself, you will end with the divine, because that is your other part, the other pole. But begin from this bank. Do not begin from the other, where you are not. You cannot begin from there. Begin from where you are, and the more you will go deep, the less you will be.

The more you will know yourself, the less a self you will be. And once you have come to total understanding about yourself, you will be annihilated, you will go into nonexistence, you will be totally negative — not. And in that not, in that total negation, you will know the grace which is always falling, which is always raining down from eternity. You will know the love which is always around you. It has always been, but you have not paid any attention to it. Be annihilated, and you will be aware of it.

From “I Am the Gate” By Osho

Absolutely Zen

I'm simply saying that there is a way to be sane. I'm saying that you can get rid of all this insanity created by the past in you. Just by being a simple witness of your thought processes.

It is simply sitting silently, witnessing the thoughts, passing before you. Just witnessing, not interfering not even judging, because the moment you judge you have lost the pure witness. The moment you say “this is good, this is bad,” you have already jumped onto the thought process.

It takes a little time to create a gap between the witness and the mind. Once the gap is there, you are in for a great surprise, that you are not the mind, that you are the witness, a watcher.

And this process of watching is the very alchemy of real religion. Because as you become more and more deeply rooted in witnessing, thoughts start disappearing. You are, but the mind is utterly empty.

That’s the moment of enlightenment. That is the moment that you become for the first time an unconditioned, sane, really free human being.
Osho

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माँ भोली माँ

 माँ क्या है??

माँ-माँ संवेदना है, भावना है अहसास है

माँ, माँ जीवन के फूलों में खुशबू का वास है,

माँ, माँ रोते हुए बच्चे का खुशनुमा पलना है,

माँ, माँ मरूथल में नदी या मीठा सा झरना है,

माँ, माँ लोरी है, गीत है, प्यारी सी थाप है,

माँ, माँ पूजा की थाली है, मंत्रों का जाप है,

माँ, माँ आँखों का सिसकता हुआ किनारा है,

माँ, माँ गालों पर पप्पी है, ममता की धारा है,

माँ, माँ झुलसते दिलों में कोयल की बोली है,

माँ, माँ मेहँदी है, कुमकुम है, सिंदूर है, रोली है,

माँ, माँ कलम है, दवात है, स्याही है,

माँ, माँ परमात्मा की स्वयं एक गवाही है,

माँ, माँ त्याग है, तपस्या है, सेवा है,

माँ, माँ फूँक से ठँडा किया हुआ कलेवा है,

माँ, माँ अनुष्ठान है, साधना है, जीवन का हवन है,

माँ, माँ जिंदगी के मोहल्ले में आत्मा का भवन है,

माँ, माँ चूडी वाले हाथों के मजबूत कं धों का नाम है,

माँ, माँ काशी है, काबा है और चारों धाम है,

माँ, माँ चिंता है, याद है, हिचकी है,

माँ, माँ बच्चे की चोट पर सिसकी है,

माँ, माँ चुल्हा-धुँआ-रोटी और हाथों का छाला है,

माँ, माँ ज़िंदगी की कड़वाहट में अमृत का प्याला है,

माँ, माँ पृथ्वी है, जगत है, धूरी है,

माँ बिना इस सृष्टि की कल्पना अधूरी है,

तो माँ की ये कथा अनादि है,

ये अध्याय नही है…

…और माँ का जीवन में कोई पर्याय नहीं है,

तो माँ का महत्व दुनिया में कम हो नहीं सकता,

और माँ जैसा दुनिया में कुछ हो नहीं सकता !

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तू कितनी अच्छी है....

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तू कितनी अच्छी है
तू कितनी भोली है
प्यारी-प्यारी है
ओ माँ, ओ माँ
ये जो दुनिया है
ये बन है काँटों का
तू फुलवारी है
ओ माँ, ओ माँ
तू कितनी अच्छी है...

दूखन लागी है माँ तेरी अँखियाँ
मेरे लिए जागी है तू सारी-सारी रतियाँ
मेरी निंदिया पे, अपनी निंदिया भी, तूने वारी है
ओ माँ, ओ माँ
तू कितनी अच्छी है...

अपना नहीं तुझे सुख-दुख कोई
मैं मुस्काया, तू मुस्काई, मैं रोया, तू रोई
मेरे हँसने पे, मेरे रोने पे, तू बलिहारी है
ओ माँ, ओ माँ
तू कितनी अच्छी है...

माँ बच्चों की जां होती है
वो होते हैं क़िस्मत वाले जिनके माँ होती है
कितनी सुन्दर है, कितनी शीतल है, न्यारी-न्यारी है
ओ माँ, ओ माँ
तू कितनी अच्छी है.

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Movie/Album: राजा और रंक (1968)
Music By: लक्ष्मीकांत प्यारेलाल
Lyrics By: आनंद बक्षी
Performed By: लता मंगेशकर

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....................."माँ"...................

माँ- दुःख में सुख का एहसास है,
माँ - हरपल मेरे आस पास है ।
माँ- घर की आत्मा है,
माँ- साक्षात् परमात्मा है ।
माँ- आरती, अज़ान है,
माँ- गीता और कुरआन है ।
माँ- ठण्ड में गुनगुनी धूप है,
माँ- उस रब का ही एक रूप है ।
माँ- तपती धूप में साया है,
माँ- आदि शक्ति महामाया है ।
माँ- जीवन में प्रकाश है,
माँ- निराशा में आस है ।
माँ- महीनों में सावन है,
माँ- गंगा सी पावन है ।
माँ- वृक्षों में पीपल है,
माँ- फलों में श्रीफल है ।
माँ- देवियों में गायत्री है,
माँ- मनुज देह में सावित्री है ।
माँ- ईश् वंदना का गायन है,
माँ- चलती फिरती रामायन है ।
माँ- रत्नों की माला है,
माँ- अँधेरे में उजाला है,
माँ- बंदन और रोली है,
माँ- रक्षासूत्र की मौली है ।
माँ- ममता का प्याला है,
माँ- शीत में दुशाला है ।
माँ- गुड सी मीठी बोली है,
माँ- ईद, दिवाली, होली है ।
माँ- इस जहाँ में हमें लाई है,
माँ- की याद हमें अति की आई है ।
माँ- मैरी, फातिमा और दुर्गा माई है,
माँ- ब्रह्माण्ड के कण कण में समाई है ।
माँ- ब्रह्माण्ड के कण कण में समाई है ।h

"अंत में मैं बस ये इक पुण्य का काम करता हूँ,
दुनिया की सभी माँओं को दंडवत प्रणाम करती हूँ ।"

Happy Mothers day...An Ode to Mothers

Mothers are the foundation of the family. They make sacrifices to put a smile on our face at any given moment. In honor of their unconditional love, these Mother's  poems and quotes will surely remind all moms how much they are loved and appreciated 

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 quotes about Mother's Day:

1. "Mom, you have been the most influential person in my life. I appreciate all the sacrifices you made to raise me. Happy Mother's Day."

2. "Mothers are fonder than fathers of their children because they are more certain they are their own." -- Aristotle

3. "Thanks for everything that you have done for me, and all that you are still doing."

4. "Mother love is the fuel that enables a normal human being to do the impossible." -- Marion C. Garretty, quoted in "A Little Spoonful of Chicken Soup for the Mother’s Soul"

5. Hundreds of dewdrops to greet the dawn, Hundreds of bees in the purple clover, Hundreds of butterflies on the lawn, But only one mother the wide world over." -- George Cooper

6. "A Freudian slip is when you say one thing but mean your mother." -- Author Unknown

7. "Let us be grateful to people who make us happy, they are the charming gardeners who make our souls blossom." -- Marcel Proust

8. "Happy Mother's Day! I couldn't have had a better mother than you."

9. "Without mothers, our society would be doomed. You are a great example of what it takes to keep the chaos organized."

10. "Oh, the comfort, the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person, having neither to weigh thoughts nor measure words, but pouring them all out, just as they are, chaff and grain together, certain that a faithful hand will take and sift them, keep what is worth keeping, and with a breath of kindness blow the rest away." -- Dinah Craik

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11. "Most mothers are instinctive philosophers." -- Harriet Beecher Stowe

12. "I love you mom, and am glad that God blessed me with such a caring mother. You went above and beyond the call of duty many times."

13. "Insanity is hereditary; you get it from your children." -- Sam Levenson

14. "The one thing children wear out faster than shoes is parents." -- John J. Plomp

15. "Mom, you must have been hand-picked to be the right mom for me. I wouldn't be the person I am today if it wasn't for you."

16. "This heart, my own dear mother, bends, With love’s true instinct, back to thee!" -- Thomas Moore

17. "A man loves his sweetheart the most, his wife the best, but his mother the longest." -- Irish Proverb

18. "I love you and I love you being my mom. You have provided the guidance I needed throughout my life. Things just seem to get a little more complicated the older I get. Thanks for all your support. Happy Mother's Day!"

19. "A mother is the truest friend we have, when trials heavy and sudden, fall upon us; when adversity takes the place of prosperity; when friends who rejoice with us in our sunshine desert us; when trouble thickens around us, still will she cling to us, and endeavor by her kind precepts and counsels to dissipate the clouds of darkness, and cause peace to return to our hearts." -- Washington Irving

20. "A mother is a person who seeing there are only four pieces of pie for five people, promptly announces she never did care for pie." -- Tenneva Jordan

21. "Mother is the name for God in the lips and hearts of little children." -- William Makepeace Thackeray

22. "Mom you are one of a kind, and I am glad I get to have you as my mom. I have learned much and felt loved by you."

23. "You have been the most supportive and generous person I have ever known. Thanks for having a huge heart and loving me."

24. "On Mother’s Day I have written a poem for you. In the interest of poetic economy and truth, I have succeeded in concentrating my deepest feelings and beliefs into two perfectly crafted lines: You’re my mother, I would have no other!" -- Forest Houtenschil

25. "If the whole world were put into one scale, and my mother in the other, the whole world would kick the beam." -- Lord Langdale (Henry Bickersteth)

26. "Mothers hold their children's hands for a short while, but their hearts forever." -- Author Unknown

27. "A mother’s heart is a patchwork of love." -- Author Unknown

28. "Mother — that was the bank where we deposited all our hurts and worries." -- T. DeWitt Talmage

29. "Mom, thanks for spending so much time helping me when I need help. You do so many things I can't begin to list them."

30. "Motherhood is priced Of God, at price no man may dare To lessen or misunderstand." -- Helen Hunt Jackson

31. "A man loves his sweetheart the most, his wife the best, but his mother the longest." -- Irish Proverb

32. "Mother, the ribbons of your love are woven around my heart." -- Author Unknown

33. "Biology is the least of what makes someone a mother." -- Oprah Winfrey

34. "You don’t really understand human nature unless you know why a child on a merry-go-round will wave at his parents every time around -- and why his parents will always wave back." -- William D. Tammeus

35. "Mom, You have all the qualities that make a great mother, and your hard work makes you an even greater mom."

36. "Before I got married I had six theories about bringing up children; now I have six children, and no theories." -- John Wilmot

37. "A mom's hug lasts long after she lets go." -- Author Unknown

38. "Woman in the home has not yet lost her dignity, in spite of Mother’s Day, with its offensive implication that our love needs an annual nudging, like our enthusiasm for the battle of Bunker Hill." -- John Erskine

39. "Who fed me from her gentle breast And hushed me in her arms to rest, And on my cheek sweet kisses prest? My Mother." -- Ann Taylor

40. "I remember my mother’s prayers and they have always followed me. They have clung to me all my life." -- Abraham Lincoln

41. "A mother's heart is a patchwork of love." -- Author Unknown

42. "The real religion of the world comes from women much more than from men -- from mothers most of all, who carry the key of our souls in their bosoms." -- Oliver Wendell Holmes

43. "You fill so many roles as a mom. Sometimes you are chef, sometimes a maid, sometimes a mentor, sometimes a nurse, sometimes a counselor, and you'll always be my mom."

44. "A mother is a mother still, The holiest thing alive." -- Samuel Taylor Coleridge

45. "This heart, my own dear mother, bends, With love's true instinct, back to thee!" --Thomas Moore

46. "If the whole world were put into one scale, and my mother in the other, the whole world would kick the beam." -- Lord Langdale (Henry Bickersteth)

47. "Most mothers are instinctive philosophers." -- Harriet Beecher Stowe

48. "Being a full-time mother is one of the highest salaried jobs... since the payment is pure love." -- Mildred B. Vermont

49. "I'm wishing you a very happy Mother's Day. You have earned it."

50. "Hundreds of dewdrops to greet the dawn, Hundreds of bees in the purple clover, Hundreds of butterflies on the lawn, But only one mother the wide world over." -- George Cooper

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To My Mother by Robert Louis Stevenson
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You too, my mother, read my rhymes
For love of unforgotten times,
And you may chance to hear once more
The little feet along the floor.
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The Mother by Lucy Maud Montgomery
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Here I lean over you, small son, sleeping
Warm in my arms,
And I con to my heart all your dew-fresh charms,
As you lie close, close in my hungry hold . . .
Your hair like a miser's dream of gold,
And the white rose of your face far fairer,
Finer, and rarer
Than all the flowers in the young year's keeping;
Over lips half parted your low breath creeping
Is sweeter than violets in April grasses;
Though your eyes are fast shut I can see their blue,
Splendid and soft as starshine in heaven,
With all the joyance and wisdom given
From the many souls who have stanchly striven
Through the dead years to be strong and true.

Those fine little feet in my worn hands holden . . .
Where will they tread ?
Valleys of shadow or heights dawn-red?
And those silken fingers, O, wee, white son,
What valorous deeds shall by them be done
In the future that yet so distant is seeming
To my fond dreaming?
What words all so musical and golden
With starry truth and poesy olden

Shall those lips speak in the years on-coming?
O, child of mine, with waxen brow,
Surely your words of that dim to-morrow
Rapture and power and grace must borrow
From the poignant love and holy sorrow
Of the heart that shrines and cradles you now!

Some bitter day you will love another,
To her will bear
Love-gifts and woo her . . . then must I share
You and your tenderness! Now you are mine
From your feet to your hair so golden and fine,
And your crumpled finger-tips . . . mine completely,
Wholly and sweetly;
Mine with kisses deep to smother,
No one so near to you now as your mother!
Others may hear your words of beauty,
But your precious silence is mine alone;
Here in my arms I have enrolled you,
Away from the grasping world I fold you,
Flesh of my flesh and bone of my bone
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Child and mother by Eugene Field
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O mother-my-love, if you'll give me your hand,
And go where I ask you to wander,
I will lead you away to a beautiful land,--
The Dreamland that's waiting out yonder.
We'll walk in a sweet posie-garden out there,
Where moonlight and starlight are streaming,
And the flowers and the birds are filling the air
With the fragrance and music of dreaming.

There'll be no little tired-out boy to undress,
No questions or cares to perplex you,
There'll be no little bruises or bumps to caress,
Nor patching of stockings to vex you;
For I'll rock you away on a silver-dew stream
And sing you asleep when you're weary,
And no one shall know of our beautiful dream
But you and your own little dearie.

And when I am tired I'll nestle my head
In the bosom that's soothed me so often,
And the wide-awake stars shall sing, in my stead,
A song which our dreaming shall soften.
So, Mother-my-Love, let me take your dear hand,
And away through the starlight we'll wander,--
Away through the mist to the beautiful land,--
The Dreamland that's waiting out yonder.
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If Nature smiles -- the Mother must by Emily Dickinson
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If Nature smiles -- the Mother must
I'm sure, at many a whim
Of Her eccentric Family --
Is She so much to blame?
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My mother was fortune, my father generosity and bounty by Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi

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My mother was fortune, my father generosity and bounty; I 

am joy, son of joy, son of joy, son of joy. 

Behold, the Marquis of Glee has attainted felicity; this city and 

plain are filled with soldiers and drums and flags. 

If I encounter a wolf, he becomes moonfaced Joseph; if I go 

down into a well, it converts into a Garden of Eram. 

He whose heart is as iron and stone out of miserliness is now 

changed before me into a Hatem of the age in generosity and 

bounty. 

Dust becomes gold and pure silver in my hand; how then 

should the temptation of gold and silver waylay me? 

I have an idol such that, were his sweet scent scattered 

abroad, even an idol of stone would receive life through joy. 

Sorrow has died for joy in him of “may God bind your consolation”; 

how should not such a sword strike the neck of sorrow? 

By tyranny he seizes the soul of whom he desires; justices are 

all slaves of such injustice and tyranny. 

What is that mole on that face? Should it manifest itself, out 

of desire for it forthwith maternal aunt would be estranged from 

paternal [uncle]. 

I said, “If I am done and send my story, will you finish it and 

expound it?” He answered, “Yes.”

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Thank You Mom For All You Do

Mother's Day, which celebrates mothers around the world as the name suggest, was first celebrated in 1908 by Anna Jarvis, who held a memorial for her mother. She began campaigning to make the day a recognized holiday in the United States and it wasn't until six years later in 1914 that her wish came true. Unfortunately, the holiday became commercialized by the 1920s, but it also became an international holiday.  Make your Mother's Day extra special,  write a meaninful card or note to ur mother:she will cherish them long after you have left the nest to fly to build ur own...each mother's day will make her remind her of ur little notes...u made her when u were her little one...n trust moi u will always feel like her little baby even when u have nurtured birdies of ur own....with her u will be nurtured like her little one fr lifetime....go make her feel like a super momma...

1. "Mom, you have been the most influential person in my life. I appreciate all the sacrifices you made to raise me. Happy Mother's Day."

2. "Thanks for everything that you have done for me, and all that you are still doing."

3. "Mother love is the fuel that enables a normal human being to do the impossible. ~Marion C. Garretty, quoted in A Little Spoonful of Chicken Soup for the Mother’s Soul Hundreds of dewdrops to greet the dawn, Hundreds of bees in the purple clover, Hundreds of butterflies on the lawn, But only one mother the wide world over." -- George Cooper

4. "Happy Mother's Day! I couldn't have had a better mother than you."

5. "Without mothers, our society would be doomed. You are a great example of what it takes to keep the chaos organized."

6. "Being a full-time mother is one of the highest salaried jobs… since the payment is pure love." -- Mildred B. Vermont

7. "I love you mom, and am glad that God blessed me with such a caring mother. You went above and beyond the call of duty many times."

8. "Mother is the name for God in the lips and hearts of little children." -- William Makepeace Thackeray

9. "Mom, you must have been hand-picked to be the right mom for me. I wouldn't be the person I am today if it wasn't for you."

10. "A man loves his sweetheart the most, his wife the best, but his mother the longest." -- Irish Proverb

11. "I love you and I love you being my mom."

12. "You have provided the guidance I needed throughout my life. Things just seem to get a little more complicated the older I get. Thanks for all your support. Happy Mother's Day!"

13. "A mother is a person who seeing there are only four pieces of pie for five people, promptly announces she never did care for pie." -- Tenneva Jordan

14. "Mom you are one of a kind, and I am glad I get to have you as my mom. I have learned much and felt loved by you."

15. "You have been the most supportive and generous person I have ever known. Thanks for having a huge heart and loving me."

16. "If the whole world were put into one scale, and my mother in the other, the whole world would kick the beam." -- Lord Langdale (Henry Bickersteth)

17. "Mothers hold their children's hands for a short while, but their hearts forever." -- Author Unknown

18. "Mother — that was the bank where we deposited all our hurts and worries." -- T. DeWitt Talmage

19. "Mom, thanks for spending so much time helping me when I need help. You do so many things I can't begin to list them."

20. "A man loves his sweetheart the most, his wife the best, but his mother the longest." -- Irish Proverb

21. "Mother, the ribbons of your love are woven around my heart." -- Author Unknown

22. "Biology is the least of what makes someone a mother." -- Oprah Winfrey

23. "Mom, You have all the qualities that make a great mother, and your hard work makes you an even greater mom."

24. "A mom's hug lasts long after she lets go." -- Author Unknown

25. "Who fed me from her gentle breast And hushed me in her arms to rest, And on my cheek sweet kisses prest? My Mother." -- Ann Taylor

26. "A mother's heart is a patchwork of love." -- Author Unknown

27. "You fill so many roles as a mom. Sometimes you are chef, sometimes a maid, sometimes a mentor, sometimes a nurse, sometimes a counselor, and you'll always be my mom."

28. "This heart, my own dear mother, bends, With love's true instinct, back to thee!" --Thomas Moore

29. "Most mothers are instinctive philosophers." -- Harriet Beecher Stowe

30. "I'm wishing you a very happy Mother's Day. You have earned it."

Poetry of ≈≈ £au Tzu Part -2

Favour and Disgrace
Favour and disgrace would seem equally to be feared; honour and
great calamity, to be regarded as personal conditions (of the same
kind).

What is meant by speaking thus of favour and disgrace? Disgrace is
being in a low position (after the enjoyment of favour). The getting
that (favour) leads to the apprehension (of losing it), and the losing
it leads to the fear of (still greater calamity):–this is what is
meant by saying that favour and disgrace would seem equally to be
feared.

And what is meant by saying that honour and great calamity are to be
(similarly) regarded as personal conditions? What makes me liable to
great calamity is my having the body (which I call myself); if I had
not the body, what great calamity could come to me?

Therefore he who would administer the kingdom, honouring it as he
honours his own person, may be employed to govern it, and he who would
administer it with the love which he bears to his own person may be
entrusted with it.
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Who can Make the Muddy Water Clear?

The skilful masters (of the Tao) in old times, with a subtle
and exquisite penetration, comprehended its mysteries, and were deep
(also) so as to elude men’s knowledge. As they were thus beyond men’s
knowledge, I will make an effort to describe of what sort they
appeared to be.

Shrinking looked they like those who wade through a stream in
winter; irresolute like those who are afraid of all around them; grave
like a guest (in awe of his host); evanescent like ice that is melting
away; unpretentious like wood that has not been fashioned into
anything; vacant like a valley, and dull like muddy water.

Who can (make) the muddy water (clear)? Let it be still, and it
will gradually become clear. Who can secure the condition of rest?
Let movement go on, and the condition of rest will gradually arise.

They who preserve this method of the Tao do not wish to be full (of
themselves). It is through their not being full of themselves that
they can afford to seem worn and not appear new and complete.
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The More He Does for Others
True words aren’t eloquent;
eloquent words aren’t true.
Wise men don’t need to prove their point;
men who need to prove their point aren’t wise.

The Master has no possessions.
The more he does for others,
the happier he is.
The more he gives to others,
the wealthier he is.

The Tao nourishes by not forcing.
By not dominating, the Master leads
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I Alone Seem Dull
When we renounce learning we have no troubles.
The (ready) ‘yes,’ and (flattering) ‘yea;’–
Small is the difference they display.
But mark their issues, good and ill;–
What space the gulf between shall fill?

What all men fear is indeed to be feared; but how wide and without end
is the range of questions (asking to be discussed)!

The multitude of men look satisfied and pleased; as if enjoying a
full banquet, as if mounted on a tower in spring. I alone seem
listless and still, my desires having as yet given no indication of
their presence. I am like an infant which has not yet smiled. I look
dejected and forlorn, as if I had no home to go to. The multitude of
men all have enough and to spare. I alone seem to have lost
everything. My mind is that of a stupid man; I am in a state of
chaos.

Ordinary men look bright and intelligent, while I alone seem to be
benighted. They look full of discrimination, while I alone am dull
and confused. I seem to be carried about as on the sea, drifting as
if I had nowhere to rest. All men have their spheres of action, while
I alone seem dull and incapable, like a rude borderer. (Thus) I alone
am different from other men, but I value the nursing-mother (the Tao)
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Discard our Wisdom
If we could renounce our sageness and discard our wisdom, it
would be better for the people a hundredfold. If we could renounce
our benevolence and discard our righteousness, the people would again
become filial and kindly. If we could renounce our artful
contrivances and discard our (scheming for) gain, there would be no
thieves nor robbers.

Those three methods (of government)
Thought olden ways in elegance did fail
And made these names their want of worth to veil;
But simple views, and courses plain and true
Would selfish ends and many lusts eschew
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