<?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-15860632</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:27:04.619-07:00</updated><title type='text'>finding nemo</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myownbeloved.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15860632/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myownbeloved.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01189487031501338345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TkNgdRD-iD4/TV1ryN4FQiI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/Lr9AtnpZ2Qs/s220/feather%2Bbe.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15860632.post-114486167715886327</id><published>2006-04-12T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T10:07:57.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>colorstruck.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;we are living in a world where your color matters more than your character.&lt;/strong&gt;-Sister Souljah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;does it matter to you atht you have the God-given right, by virtue of your color, to glorify, magnify and fortify the legacy that you ahve inherited as a descendant of the first doctors, chemists, agriculturists, astronomers, astrologers, artisans, teachers and spiritual masters?&lt;br /&gt;-Iyanla Vanzant&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15860632-114486167715886327?l=myownbeloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myownbeloved.blogspot.com/feeds/114486167715886327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15860632&amp;postID=114486167715886327&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15860632/posts/default/114486167715886327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15860632/posts/default/114486167715886327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myownbeloved.blogspot.com/2006/04/colorstruck.html' title='colorstruck.'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01189487031501338345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TkNgdRD-iD4/TV1ryN4FQiI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/Lr9AtnpZ2Qs/s220/feather%2Bbe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15860632.post-114205611107211816</id><published>2006-03-10T21:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T21:48:38.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the revolution will not be televised</title><content type='html'>You will not be able to stay home, brother.&lt;br /&gt;You will not be able to plug in, turn on and cop out.&lt;br /&gt;You will not be able to lose yourself on skag and skip,&lt;br /&gt;Skip out for beer during commercials,&lt;br /&gt;Because the revolution will not be televised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The revolution will not be televised.&lt;br /&gt;The revolution will not be brought to you by Xerox&lt;br /&gt;In 4 parts without commercial interruptions.&lt;br /&gt;The revolution will not show you pictures of Nixon&lt;br /&gt;blowing a bugle and leading a charge by John&lt;br /&gt;Mitchell, General Abrams and Spiro Agnew to eat&lt;br /&gt;hog maws confiscated from a Harlem sanctuary.&lt;br /&gt;The revolution will not be televised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The revolution will not be brought to you by the &lt;br /&gt;Schaefer Award Theatre and will not star Natalie&lt;br /&gt;Woods and Steve McQueen or Bullwinkle and Julia.&lt;br /&gt;The revolution will not give your mouth sex appeal.&lt;br /&gt;The revolution will not get rid of the nubs.&lt;br /&gt;The revolution will not make you look five pounds&lt;br /&gt;thinner, because the revolution will not be televised, Brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will be no pictures of you and Willie May&lt;br /&gt;pushing that shopping cart down the block on the dead run,&lt;br /&gt;or trying to slide that color television into a stolen ambulance.&lt;br /&gt;NBC will not be able predict the winner at 8:32&lt;br /&gt;or report from 29 districts.&lt;br /&gt;The revolution will not be televised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will be no pictures of pigs shooting down&lt;br /&gt;brothers in the instant replay.&lt;br /&gt;There will be no pictures of pigs shooting down&lt;br /&gt;brothers in the instant replay.&lt;br /&gt;There will be no pictures of Whitney Young being&lt;br /&gt;run out of Harlem on a rail with a brand new process.&lt;br /&gt;There will be no slow motion or still life of Roy&lt;br /&gt;Wilkens strolling through Watts in a Red, Black and&lt;br /&gt;Green liberation jumpsuit that he had been saving&lt;br /&gt;For just the proper occasion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Green Acres, The Beverly Hillbillies, and Hooterville&lt;br /&gt;Junction will no longer be so damned relevant, and&lt;br /&gt;women will not care if Dick finally gets down with&lt;br /&gt;Jane on Search for Tomorrow because Black people&lt;br /&gt;will be in the street looking for a brighter day.&lt;br /&gt;The revolution will not be televised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will be no highlights on the eleven o'clock&lt;br /&gt;news and no pictures of hairy armed women&lt;br /&gt;liberationists and Jackie Onassis blowing her nose.&lt;br /&gt;The theme song will not be written by Jim Webb,&lt;br /&gt;Francis Scott Key, nor sung by Glen Campbell, Tom&lt;br /&gt;Jones, Johnny Cash, Englebert Humperdink, or the Rare Earth.&lt;br /&gt;The revolution will not be televised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The revolution will not be right back after a message&lt;br /&gt;bbout a white tornado, white lightning, or white people.&lt;br /&gt;You will not have to worry about a dove in your&lt;br /&gt;bedroom, a tiger in your tank, or the giant in your toilet bowl.&lt;br /&gt;The revolution will not go better with Coke.&lt;br /&gt;The revolution will not fight the germs that may cause bad breath.&lt;br /&gt;The revolution will put you in the driver's seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The revolution will not be televised, will not be televised,&lt;br /&gt;will not be televised, will not be televised.&lt;br /&gt;The revolution will be no re-run brothers;&lt;br /&gt;The revolution will be live.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15860632-114205611107211816?l=myownbeloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myownbeloved.blogspot.com/feeds/114205611107211816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15860632&amp;postID=114205611107211816&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link 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type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;"Most people live only for their image: that is why whereas some have a self, a starting point, most people have a void, because they are so busy projecting themselves as this or that. Wasting, dissipating all their energy in projection and conjuring up a facade, rather than centering their energy on expanding and broadening their potential or expressing and relaying this unified energy for efficient communication, and so forth. When another human being sees a self-actualizing person walk past, he cannot help but say. "Hey, now there is someone real!". &lt;/blockquote&gt;- Bruce Lee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15860632-113829672739785844?l=myownbeloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myownbeloved.blogspot.com/feeds/113829672739785844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15860632&amp;postID=113829672739785844&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15860632/posts/default/113829672739785844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15860632/posts/default/113829672739785844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myownbeloved.blogspot.com/2006/01/living-true.html' title='living true'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01189487031501338345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TkNgdRD-iD4/TV1ryN4FQiI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/Lr9AtnpZ2Qs/s220/feather%2Bbe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15860632.post-113810045579243515</id><published>2006-01-24T02:57:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T03:00:55.803-08:00</updated><title type='text'>school night</title><content type='html'>she went over to his apartment&lt;br /&gt;clutching her decision&lt;br /&gt;and he said, did you come here to tell me goodbye?&lt;br /&gt;so she built a skyscraper of procrastination&lt;br /&gt;and then she leaned out the twenty-fifth floor window&lt;br /&gt;of her reply&lt;br /&gt;and she felt like an actress&lt;br /&gt;just reading her lines&lt;br /&gt;when she finally said&lt;br /&gt;yes. it's really goodbye this time&lt;br /&gt;and far below was the blacktop&lt;br /&gt;and the tiny toy cars&lt;br /&gt;and it all fell so fast&lt;br /&gt;and it all fell so far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and she said:&lt;br /&gt;you are a miracle but that is not all&lt;br /&gt;you are also a stiff drink and i am on call&lt;br /&gt;you are a party and i am a school night&lt;br /&gt;and i'm lookin' for my door key&lt;br /&gt;but you are my porch light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and you'll never know, dear&lt;br /&gt;just how much i loved you&lt;br /&gt;you'll probably think this was&lt;br /&gt;just my big excuse&lt;br /&gt;but i stand committed&lt;br /&gt;to a love that came before you&lt;br /&gt;and the fact that i adore you&lt;br /&gt;is but one of my truths&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what of the mother&lt;br /&gt;whose house is in flames&lt;br /&gt;and both of her children&lt;br /&gt;are in their beds crying&lt;br /&gt;and she loves them both&lt;br /&gt;with the whole of her heart&lt;br /&gt;but she knows she can only&lt;br /&gt;carry one at a time?&lt;br /&gt;she's choking on the smoke&lt;br /&gt;of unthinkable choices&lt;br /&gt;she is haunted by the voices&lt;br /&gt;of so many desires&lt;br /&gt;she's bent over from the business&lt;br /&gt;of begging forgiveness&lt;br /&gt;while frantically running around&lt;br /&gt;putting out fires&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then what kind of scale&lt;br /&gt;compares the weight of two beauties&lt;br /&gt;the gravity of duties&lt;br /&gt;or the ground speed of joy?&lt;br /&gt;tell me what kind of gauge&lt;br /&gt;can quantify elation?&lt;br /&gt;what kind of equation&lt;br /&gt;could i possibly employ?&lt;br /&gt;and you'll never know, dear&lt;br /&gt;just how much i loved you&lt;br /&gt;you probably think this was&lt;br /&gt;just my big excuse&lt;br /&gt;but i stand committed&lt;br /&gt;to a love that came before you&lt;br /&gt;and the fact that i adore you&lt;br /&gt;is just one of my truths&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i&lt;br /&gt;i'm goin' home&lt;br /&gt;to please the one i so love pleasing&lt;br /&gt;and i don't expect&lt;br /&gt;he'll have much sympathy for my grieving&lt;br /&gt;but i guess that this is the price&lt;br /&gt;that we pay for the privilege&lt;br /&gt;of living for even a day&lt;br /&gt;in a world with so many things&lt;br /&gt;worth believing&lt;br /&gt;in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-ani difranco&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15860632-113810045579243515?l=myownbeloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myownbeloved.blogspot.com/feeds/113810045579243515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15860632&amp;postID=113810045579243515&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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the woment who don't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the women who couldn't&lt;br /&gt;who wouldn't&lt;br /&gt;the women who thought&lt;br /&gt;that they shouldn't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we make love for the women who'd like to&lt;br /&gt;who haven't gotten to&lt;br /&gt;the women who think&lt;br /&gt;they're too sick to &lt;br /&gt;too old to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;inside, outside&lt;br /&gt;in bed, on the deck&lt;br /&gt;on the earth, on the rock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;becuase we want to&lt;br /&gt;because we like to&lt;br /&gt;we make love because&lt;br /&gt;we love to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we make love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-lilith lynn rogers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15860632-113806596621920043?l=myownbeloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myownbeloved.blogspot.com/feeds/113806596621920043/comments/default' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TkNgdRD-iD4/TV1ryN4FQiI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/Lr9AtnpZ2Qs/s220/feather%2Bbe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15860632.post-113358124117373103</id><published>2005-12-02T19:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T19:40:41.183-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank the Lordy Bee!</title><content type='html'>Not a shred of evidence exists in favor of the idea that life is serious.&lt;br /&gt;  - Brendan Gill&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15860632-113358124117373103?l=myownbeloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myownbeloved.blogspot.com/feeds/113358124117373103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15860632&amp;postID=113358124117373103&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15860632/posts/default/113358124117373103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15860632/posts/default/113358124117373103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myownbeloved.blogspot.com/2005/12/thank-lordy-bee.html' title='Thank the Lordy Bee!'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01189487031501338345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TkNgdRD-iD4/TV1ryN4FQiI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/Lr9AtnpZ2Qs/s220/feather%2Bbe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15860632.post-113268982254057279</id><published>2005-11-22T12:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T12:03:42.553-08:00</updated><title type='text'>blessed be</title><content type='html'>People Are Often Unreasonable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People are often unreasonable, illogical, and self-centered; &lt;br /&gt;Forgive them anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are kind, people may accuse you of selfish, ulterior motives; &lt;br /&gt;Be kind anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are successful, you will win some false friends and some true enemies; &lt;br /&gt;Succeed anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are honest and frank, people may cheat you; &lt;br /&gt;Be honest and frank anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you spend years building, someone could destroy overnight; &lt;br /&gt;Build anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you find serenity and happiness, they may be jealous; &lt;br /&gt;Be happy anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good you do today, people will often forget tomorrow; &lt;br /&gt;Do good anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give the world the best you have and it may just never be enough; &lt;br /&gt;Give the world the best you have anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, in the final analysis, it's all between you and God; &lt;br /&gt;It was never between you and them anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Mother Teresa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15860632-113268982254057279?l=myownbeloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myownbeloved.blogspot.com/feeds/113268982254057279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15860632&amp;postID=113268982254057279&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15860632/posts/default/113268982254057279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15860632/posts/default/113268982254057279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myownbeloved.blogspot.com/2005/11/blessed-be.html' title='blessed be'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01189487031501338345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TkNgdRD-iD4/TV1ryN4FQiI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/Lr9AtnpZ2Qs/s220/feather%2Bbe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15860632.post-113268112525775647</id><published>2005-11-22T08:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T09:38:45.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wisdom + Commentary.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Eight Verses for Training the Mind&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the heartfelt desire and determination to attain enlightenment&lt;br /&gt;For the welfare of all living beings, who are more precious than a&lt;br /&gt;Wish-fulfilling jewel for accomplishing the supreme goal,&lt;br /&gt;May I always cherish them and hold them dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I am with others&lt;br /&gt;May I think of myself as the lowest of all&lt;br /&gt;And from the very depths of my heart&lt;br /&gt;May I respectfully hold others as supreme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In all actions, may I closely examine my state of mind,&lt;br /&gt;And the mment a disturbing emotion or negative attiude arises,&lt;br /&gt;Since this may cause harm to myself and others,&lt;br /&gt;May I firmly face and avert it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I meet people of unpleasant character,&lt;br /&gt;Or those overwhelmed by negativity, pain or suffering,&lt;br /&gt;May I cherish and care for them as if I had found&lt;br /&gt;A rare and precious treasure difficult to find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever others, because of their jealousy, treat me badly&lt;br /&gt;With abuse, insult, slander, or in other unjust ways,&lt;br /&gt;May I accept this defeat myself &lt;br /&gt;And offer the victory to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When someone whom I have benefited&lt;br /&gt;Or in whom I have placed great trust and hope,&lt;br /&gt;Harms me or treats me in hurtful ways without reason,&lt;br /&gt;May I see that person as my precious teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In brief, may I offer both directly and indirectly all help,&lt;br /&gt;Happiness and benefit to all beings, my mothers,&lt;br /&gt;And may I secretly take upon myself&lt;br /&gt;All of their harmful actions, pain and suffering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May I keep all of these practices undefiled by stains of the eight worldly&lt;br /&gt;Concerns (gain-loss, pleasure-pain, praise-blame, fame-dishonor),&lt;br /&gt;And by recognizing the emptiness and illusory nature of all existing things,&lt;br /&gt;May I be liberated frm the bondage of attachment and mistaken views of reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Geshe Langri Tangpa (1054-1123)&lt;br /&gt;________________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. some of these (particularly &lt;strong&gt;two&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;five&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;seven&lt;/strong&gt;) were really hard to swallow. my ego violently screamed "wahhhh!!!! i don't want to have to humble myself down for no one! i don't want to accept no body else's defeat in order to give them victory!! what about me?!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes. yes. i am working myself out of my attachment to seperation from other folks. on different layers i know that we're all one, that we're all reflected manifestations of the same divinity and at the same time i want my damn individuality!! yes. this is my ego clawing at its own sense of importance and existance. i will transcend. but when i see myself as different and seperate from others, my little/big ego plumps up on ideas of its own granduer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so i learn that the trickery of my ego is just that. i am no more important than anyone else. thinking of myself as the lowest of them all is still a difficult rock to swallow. i am not gung ho about it but i know that i'm just digging in my heels in attempt to maintain my own sense of identity. the self that i created as seperate from the self that i really am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh me.  oh my!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's coming. it is. i am learning to surrender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;always love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15860632-113268112525775647?l=myownbeloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myownbeloved.blogspot.com/feeds/113268112525775647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15860632&amp;postID=113268112525775647&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15860632/posts/default/113268112525775647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15860632/posts/default/113268112525775647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myownbeloved.blogspot.com/2005/11/wisdom-commentary.html' title='Wisdom + Commentary.'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01189487031501338345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TkNgdRD-iD4/TV1ryN4FQiI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/Lr9AtnpZ2Qs/s220/feather%2Bbe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15860632.post-113227444707289304</id><published>2005-11-17T16:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T16:40:47.083-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Swing</title><content type='html'>She came to and her &lt;br /&gt;Whole life was how she remembered it &lt;br /&gt;She had a mouth full of fur &lt;br /&gt;And she was laughing &lt;br /&gt;She parked her hearse across &lt;br /&gt;Three spaces posted for motorcycles only &lt;br /&gt;And jumped out shouting &lt;br /&gt;What the &lt;em&gt;cus &lt;/em&gt;could make a nice girl like us &lt;br /&gt;Feel so lonely? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you weary as water &lt;br /&gt;In a faucet left dripping &lt;br /&gt;With an incessant sadness &lt;br /&gt;Like a sad record skipping &lt;br /&gt;And an ugly and ornery &lt;br /&gt;And shadowy dread &lt;br /&gt;Lurking like a troll under the bridge &lt;br /&gt;Between your heart and your head &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please dumb blind kind sir &lt;br /&gt;Lend little miss listless a bit of Christmas &lt;br /&gt;She's been a real good girl &lt;br /&gt;But now she's stuck here &lt;br /&gt;The world is so little and still &lt;br /&gt;Mysterious and ominious as ever before &lt;br /&gt;Like an unmarked bottle full of pills &lt;br /&gt;On the shelf right next to the ting &lt;br /&gt;You were reaching for &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swing the groove 'round here &lt;br /&gt;Where I can reach it &lt;br /&gt;When I get my ass back on track &lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna need it &lt;br /&gt;Swing shift til I get the money &lt;br /&gt;To buy me and my baby a moon full of honey &lt;br /&gt;Then I'm gonna turn the nagging voices &lt;br /&gt;Inside my head &lt;br /&gt;That follow me to bed and say &lt;br /&gt;You suck.. blah blah blah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Ani DiFranco&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15860632-113227444707289304?l=myownbeloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myownbeloved.blogspot.com/feeds/113227444707289304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15860632&amp;postID=113227444707289304&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15860632/posts/default/113227444707289304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15860632/posts/default/113227444707289304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myownbeloved.blogspot.com/2005/11/swing.html' title='Swing'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01189487031501338345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TkNgdRD-iD4/TV1ryN4FQiI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/Lr9AtnpZ2Qs/s220/feather%2Bbe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15860632.post-113052032150760596</id><published>2005-10-28T10:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T10:26:20.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ani says...</title><content type='html'>virtue&lt;br /&gt;virtue is relative at best&lt;br /&gt;there's nothing worse than a sunset&lt;br /&gt;when you're driving due west &lt;br /&gt;and i'm afraid that my love&lt;br /&gt;is gonna come up short&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;there is no there there&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i guess i'm scared&lt;br /&gt;cuz i want to have good news to report&lt;br /&gt;every time i come up for air&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i'm cruising through a chromakey blue sky&lt;br /&gt;and i know that in an hour or three&lt;br /&gt;the sun is gonna be in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;and i know that &lt;strong&gt;sometimes all i can see&lt;br /&gt;is how i feel&lt;br /&gt;like the whole world is on the other side of a dirty windshield&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm tryin to see through the glare&lt;br /&gt;yes i'm struggling just to see what's there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the one person who really knows me best&lt;br /&gt;says i'm like a cat&lt;br /&gt;yeah the kind of cat that you just can't pick up&lt;br /&gt;and throw into your lap&lt;br /&gt;no, the kind that doesn't mind being held&lt;br /&gt;only when its her idea&lt;br /&gt;yeah, &lt;strong&gt;the kind that feels what she decides to feel&lt;br /&gt;when she is good and ready to feel it&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now i am prowling through the backyard&lt;br /&gt;and i am hiding under the car&lt;br /&gt;i have gotten out of everything&lt;br /&gt;i've gotten into so far&lt;br /&gt;i eat when I am hungry&lt;br /&gt;and i travel alone&lt;br /&gt;and just outside the glow of the house&lt;br /&gt;is where i feel most at home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but in the window you sometimes appear&lt;br /&gt;and your music is faint in my ears&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15860632-113052032150760596?l=myownbeloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myownbeloved.blogspot.com/feeds/113052032150760596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15860632&amp;postID=113052032150760596&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15860632/posts/default/113052032150760596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15860632/posts/default/113052032150760596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myownbeloved.blogspot.com/2005/10/ani-says.html' title='ani says...'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01189487031501338345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TkNgdRD-iD4/TV1ryN4FQiI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/Lr9AtnpZ2Qs/s220/feather%2Bbe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15860632.post-113034920817932915</id><published>2005-10-26T10:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T10:53:28.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>straight up. word.</title><content type='html'>check out &lt;a href="http://omniloving.blogspot.com/"&gt;tha seeya's post for today&lt;/a&gt;. lovin' it. (and not like mcdonalds). have a great day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15860632-113034920817932915?l=myownbeloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myownbeloved.blogspot.com/feeds/113034920817932915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15860632&amp;postID=113034920817932915&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15860632/posts/default/113034920817932915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15860632/posts/default/113034920817932915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myownbeloved.blogspot.com/2005/10/straight-up-word.html' title='straight up. word.'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01189487031501338345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TkNgdRD-iD4/TV1ryN4FQiI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/Lr9AtnpZ2Qs/s220/feather%2Bbe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15860632.post-113034445745458816</id><published>2005-10-26T09:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T09:34:17.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>he's problematic, yes. but this is wisdom.</title><content type='html'>I would rather be exposed to the inconveniences attending too much liberty than to those attending too small a degree of it.&lt;br /&gt;  - Thomas Jefferson&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15860632-113034445745458816?l=myownbeloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myownbeloved.blogspot.com/feeds/113034445745458816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15860632&amp;postID=113034445745458816&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15860632/posts/default/113034445745458816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15860632/posts/default/113034445745458816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myownbeloved.blogspot.com/2005/10/hes-problematic-yes-but-this-is-wisdom.html' title='he&apos;s problematic, yes. but this is wisdom.'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01189487031501338345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TkNgdRD-iD4/TV1ryN4FQiI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/Lr9AtnpZ2Qs/s220/feather%2Bbe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15860632.post-112964920509929061</id><published>2005-10-18T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T08:29:03.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fly like a butterfly</title><content type='html'>Champions aren't made in gyms. Champions are made from something they have deep inside them-a desire, a dream, a vision. They have to have last-minute stamina, they have to be a little faster, they have to have the skill and the will. But the will must be stronger than the skill. &lt;br /&gt;--Muhammad Ali&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How does one become a butterfly?" she asked pensively. "You must want to fly so much that you are willing to give up being a caterpillar." &lt;br /&gt;--Trina Paulus&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15860632-112964920509929061?l=myownbeloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myownbeloved.blogspot.com/feeds/112964920509929061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15860632&amp;postID=112964920509929061&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15860632/posts/default/112964920509929061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15860632/posts/default/112964920509929061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myownbeloved.blogspot.com/2005/10/fly-like-butterfly.html' title='fly like a butterfly'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01189487031501338345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TkNgdRD-iD4/TV1ryN4FQiI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/Lr9AtnpZ2Qs/s220/feather%2Bbe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15860632.post-112949972773344327</id><published>2005-10-16T14:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T14:55:27.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>yes. yes.</title><content type='html'>be exceptional. make tremendous efforts to be extraordinary. what a privilege to be here on the planet to contribute your unique donation to humankind. just make sure you do so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-shelby lynne&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15860632-112949972773344327?l=myownbeloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myownbeloved.blogspot.com/feeds/112949972773344327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15860632&amp;postID=112949972773344327&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15860632/posts/default/112949972773344327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15860632/posts/default/112949972773344327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myownbeloved.blogspot.com/2005/10/yes-yes.html' title='yes. yes.'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01189487031501338345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TkNgdRD-iD4/TV1ryN4FQiI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/Lr9AtnpZ2Qs/s220/feather%2Bbe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15860632.post-112733830941138349</id><published>2005-09-21T14:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T14:31:49.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>on and on...</title><content type='html'>the wise healer endures the pain. cry. tears bring joy. --erykah badu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mother-love is not inevitable. the good mother is a great artist ever creating beauty out of chaos. --alice randall&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15860632-112733830941138349?l=myownbeloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myownbeloved.blogspot.com/feeds/112733830941138349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15860632&amp;postID=112733830941138349&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15860632/posts/default/112733830941138349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15860632/posts/default/112733830941138349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myownbeloved.blogspot.com/2005/09/on-and-on.html' title='on and on...'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01189487031501338345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TkNgdRD-iD4/TV1ryN4FQiI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/Lr9AtnpZ2Qs/s220/feather%2Bbe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15860632.post-112605127076456444</id><published>2005-09-06T16:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T17:01:10.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SURVIVORS. Not refugees.</title><content type='html'>promise yourself to be so strong that nothing can disturb your peace of mind. look at the sunny side of everything and make your optimism come true. think only of the best, and expect only the best. forget the mistakes of the past and press on to the greater achievements of the future. give so much time to the improvement of yourself that you have no time to criticize thers. live in the faith that the whole world is on your side so long as you are true to the best that is in you!&lt;br /&gt;-Christian D. Larson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RISK more than others think is safe. CARE more than others think is wise. DREAM more than others think is practical. EXPECT more than others think is possible.&lt;br /&gt;-Cadet Maxim&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15860632-112605127076456444?l=myownbeloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myownbeloved.blogspot.com/feeds/112605127076456444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15860632&amp;postID=112605127076456444&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15860632/posts/default/112605127076456444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15860632/posts/default/112605127076456444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myownbeloved.blogspot.com/2005/09/survivors-not-refugees.html' title='SURVIVORS. Not refugees.'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01189487031501338345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TkNgdRD-iD4/TV1ryN4FQiI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/Lr9AtnpZ2Qs/s220/feather%2Bbe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15860632.post-112562005255580491</id><published>2005-09-01T17:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T17:14:12.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What stirs your soul to grow?</title><content type='html'>"Don't ask what the world needs, ask yourself what makes you come alive and then go and do that.  Because what the world needs is people who have come alive."&lt;br /&gt;--Harold Thurman Whitman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"To exist is to change, to change is to mature, to mature is to go creating oneself endlessly."&lt;br /&gt;--Henri Bergson&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15860632-112562005255580491?l=myownbeloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myownbeloved.blogspot.com/feeds/112562005255580491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15860632&amp;postID=112562005255580491&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15860632/posts/default/112562005255580491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15860632/posts/default/112562005255580491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myownbeloved.blogspot.com/2005/09/what-stirs-your-soul-to-grow.html' title='What stirs your soul to grow?'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01189487031501338345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TkNgdRD-iD4/TV1ryN4FQiI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/Lr9AtnpZ2Qs/s220/feather%2Bbe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15860632.post-112550587809793610</id><published>2005-08-31T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T09:31:18.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Summer Day</title><content type='html'>i don't know exactly what a prayer is.&lt;br /&gt;i do know how to pay attention, how to fall down&lt;br /&gt;into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass,&lt;br /&gt;how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields,&lt;br /&gt;which is what i have been doing all day.&lt;br /&gt;tell me, what else should i have done?&lt;br /&gt;doesn't everything die at last, and too soon?&lt;br /&gt;tell me, what is it you plan to do&lt;br /&gt;with your one wild and precious life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Mary Oliver&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15860632-112550587809793610?l=myownbeloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myownbeloved.blogspot.com/feeds/112550587809793610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15860632&amp;postID=112550587809793610&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15860632/posts/default/112550587809793610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15860632/posts/default/112550587809793610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myownbeloved.blogspot.com/2005/08/summer-day.html' title='The Summer Day'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01189487031501338345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TkNgdRD-iD4/TV1ryN4FQiI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/Lr9AtnpZ2Qs/s220/feather%2Bbe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15860632.post-112544532118727236</id><published>2005-08-30T16:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T16:45:30.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>They Don't Call Me Phoenix for Nothin'</title><content type='html'>"Some day after we have mastered the winds, the waves and gravity, we will harness for God the energies of love; and then for a second time in the history of the world, humans will have discovered fire.” &lt;br /&gt;-Teilhard de Chardin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15860632-112544532118727236?l=myownbeloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myownbeloved.blogspot.com/feeds/112544532118727236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15860632&amp;postID=112544532118727236&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15860632/posts/default/112544532118727236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15860632/posts/default/112544532118727236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myownbeloved.blogspot.com/2005/08/they-dont-call-me-phoenix-for-nothin.html' title='They Don&apos;t Call Me Phoenix for Nothin&apos;'/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01189487031501338345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TkNgdRD-iD4/TV1ryN4FQiI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/Lr9AtnpZ2Qs/s220/feather%2Bbe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15860632.post-112526052744843695</id><published>2005-08-28T13:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T20:24:11.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ff33;"&gt;i have lived on the lip of insanity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ff33;"&gt;wanting to know reasons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ff33;"&gt;knocking on a door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ff33;"&gt;it opens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ff33;"&gt;i've been knocking from inside!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ff33;"&gt;-rumi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;SACRED ADVERTISEMENT Life is a vast and intricate conspiracy designed to keep us well supplied with blessings. What kind of blessings? Palatial homes, attractive lovers, lottery winnings, career success? Maybe. But just as likely: interesting surprises, unexpected challenges, gifts we hardly know what to do with, conundrums that force us to get smarter. Novelist William Vollman referred to the latter types of blessings when he said that "the most important and enjoyable thing in life is doing something that's a complicated, tricky problem for you that you don't know how to solve." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;to be continued...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15860632-112526052744843695?l=myownbeloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myownbeloved.blogspot.com/feeds/112526052744843695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15860632&amp;postID=112526052744843695&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15860632/posts/default/112526052744843695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15860632/posts/default/112526052744843695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myownbeloved.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-have-lived-on-lip-of-insanity.html' title=''/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01189487031501338345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TkNgdRD-iD4/TV1ryN4FQiI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/Lr9AtnpZ2Qs/s220/feather%2Bbe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15860632.post-112515532205279875</id><published>2005-08-27T08:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T08:08:42.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>elminate something superfluous from your life. break a habit. do something that makes you feel insecure. &lt;br /&gt;-piero ferrucci&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;living is a form of not being sure, not knowing what next or how. the moment you know how, you begin to die a little. the artist never entirely knows. we guess. we may be wrong, but we take leap after leap in the dark.&lt;br /&gt;-agnes de mille&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love and light,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;l'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15860632-112515532205279875?l=myownbeloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myownbeloved.blogspot.com/feeds/112515532205279875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15860632&amp;postID=112515532205279875&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15860632/posts/default/112515532205279875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15860632/posts/default/112515532205279875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myownbeloved.blogspot.com/2005/08/elminate-something-superfluous-from.html' title=''/><author><name>Phoenix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01189487031501338345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TkNgdRD-iD4/TV1ryN4FQiI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/Lr9AtnpZ2Qs/s220/feather%2Bbe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry></feed>
