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Posted by Nirmal on May 23, 2010 at 10:05 PM

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Reply Nirmal
10:08 PM on May 23, 2010 
The horizon of light creeps upon the darkness. The lurking powers of darkness soon

disappear. The valiant heart flies over the sky. Covered from head to toe with the cape of

hope. A musical note trickles down one by one. The crystals of music sing out. From a hero

being inspired by a gallant mom. She stood and looked up at her hero. A smile formed and

shaped a colorful rainbow. The mystical words came like gold. "For I have no boudaries

within my heart. My soul dances to the song of hope. My life smiles upon the bridges I cross.

For I have no boundaries within my heart. The hero you find within me. Is the mother, who

gave me the life and hope of love to be her hero."

By: Rich Engelke, author of ?Proof of Perfection?

Contact: [email protected]
Reply Nirmal
10:09 PM on May 23, 2010 
A gift of life is hope. My little hero is bound with dreams of joy. A radiant heart and a

soul filled with God's music. The power of parents, who see a vision of hope and joy. No

greater presence is more apparent than the one, who is a super hero. Look into the eyes of

a child, you will see the vision of an angel. It is an earth angel, he gives back more

blessing and miracles of hope and joy. spreads his wings and flys across the heavens.

Take the tears of your palms and cherish the memories of your hero. He has become a

special soul, who travels the heavens and shares. May the thoughts of God's blessing

cover your heart and soul as he does our hero. God Bless Rich.

By: Rich Engelke, author of ?Proof of Perfection?

Contact: [email protected]
Reply Nirmal
10:09 PM on May 23, 2010 
Your children are not your children.

They are sons and daughters of life?s longing for itself.

They come through you but not from you,

And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.

You may give them love but not your thoughts,

For they have their own thoughts.

You may house their bodies but not their souls,

For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow,

Which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.

You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you.

For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.

You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth.

The Archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite,

And He bends you with His might that His arrows may go swift and far.

Let your bending in the Archer?s hand be for gladness;

For even as He loves the arrow that flies,

So He loves the bow that is stable.

By Kahlil Gibran
Reply Nirmal
10:19 PM on May 23, 2010 
The Gardener

I'm a gardener,
But instead of plants,
I grow blessed children.

As their appointed Guardian,
I shall do my utmost to bring them up in a conducive environment-
one filled with love, respect and devotion.

For this is the refreshing pure water, which quenches their thirst,
Establishing their proper growth and development.
As their teacher,
Each day shall be moments of fortunate opportunity;
For no time shall be wasted time spent with these little beings.

As I will be growing the next generation and the future generations,
These moments prove precious, priceless and completely lost if not valued.
Hence, after I leave this blessed Mother Earth,
This Gardener's legacy shall endure in the hearts and the minds-
Of these precious divine flowers- Our Children-

For they will still exist in this world long after we are gone-
Spreading their fragrance,
Spreading that same love, respect and devotion,
Which satisfied their thirst as a child.

By Rishi's Mom- Mary Lyn Nair
Reply Nirmal
8:38 PM on May 25, 2010 
Just One Touch

Everybody knows that a good mother gives her children a feeling of trust and stability.
She is their earth. She is the one they can count on for the things that matter most of all.
She is their food and their bed and the extra blanket when it grows cold in the night; she is their warmth and their health and their shelter; she is the one they want to be near when they cry. She is the only person in the whole world or in a whole lifetime who can be these things to her children. There is no substitute for her. Somehow even her clothes feel different to her children's hands from anybody else's clothes. Only to touch her skirt or her sleeve makes a troubled child feel better.

by Katherine Butler Hathaway
Reply Nirmal
8:45 PM on May 25, 2010 
The great lengths of inspiring souls never vanish.
The heart of a warrior floats with the grace of a butterfly.
The voice of music sings over the cliffs and lifts the eagle of courage.
He soars with the flight of guidance.
Yet I see the faces of children I know.
Without the grace of God and the love of true heroes, just like you.
There would be no heroes, for my dear warrior,
you are like my warriors, who battle cancer.
Yet I admire your thoughts and expressions.
For true heroes never stop and wait!!!!!!!!!
They fight the fight of love and joy.
Thank you for the time and a reason to pray for your gifted life,
May your blessings sail the wind and cure all.
Who have felt your heart and soul.

by Rich Engelke author of "Proof of Perfection" [email protected]
Reply amber wreed
3:27 PM on May 26, 2010 
wow so pretty
Reply Rich engelke
8:03 PM on May 26, 2010 
I came here to admire the boy turn hero. I must say. He seems to inspire me. What an inspiration to be humbled by. Thank You Rishi. Your friend and fellow traveler. May our journeys of the spirit all ways continue. Love Rich
Reply rich engelke
10:51 AM on May 27, 2010 
Songs ring true, the tip if fingers touch a key, it opens the sounds and doors, the mellow music carries a voice, to inspire the dreams of others, lifting the sorrow of life, sharing the gift of hope, so shall the voice and a note, carry the wisdom of love and joy, never falter or give up, the tips of the heart and soul, are the music of life. you shall experience the gift of God, the will to share your dreams with a child in your arms.
Reply Nirmal
1:54 PM on June 6, 2010 
A Grain Of Sand

Like a grain of sand upon the shore,
I look out and see the vast space.
Within me, although so small, so minute, exist a universe,
A great potential is emerging, an unfolding, a gentle blossoming,
All of this buried so deep within, like a hidden treasure.

I look at the ocean,
Seeing the sun's rays upon the sea,
It dances rhythmically,
The waters sparkles like diamonds and blue sapphires,
The spirit in me vibrates and feels these same rays,
They radiate within my being,
Tears begin to whirl and crest within my eyes,
Just as a pure wave of joy,
And there lies the source of love.

It bubbles up like ripples to tickle me,
I feel the presence of God, Our Creator.
Blessed we are, to be created, in this Great Image.
We have the entire armory to withstand the tides.
And all the plentitude to fulfill our special mission, our purpose of being,
Yet still a tiny grain of sand upon the shore of life.

By - Mary Lyn Nair