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blessed are the flexible
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Holiday Prayers & Wishes from Lama Surya Das Winter Solstice, December 2011 * * * * * * * * * Blessed are the flexible, for they shall not get bent out of shape. Blessed are the patient, for they shall be waited on and attended to. Blessed are the generous, for they shall receive abundantly. Blessed are the grateful, for their life shall always be bountiful. Blessed are the wise, for they know not in excess. Blessed are the lovers, for love is theirs for the asking. Blessed are the healers, for their world and they too shall be healed and well. Blessed are those who listen, for they shall be heard and understood. Blessed are those who choose to be kind rather than right, for they shall have long-lasting beautiful relationships. Blessed are those mates who have made two lives as one. Blessed are the open-minded and warmhearted, for they shall receive all they need. Blessed are the learners, for they shall be edified and fulfilled. Blessed are those who know how to receive as we
if suddenly you forget me
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If You Forget Me I want you to know one thing. You know how this is: if I look at the crystal moon, at the red branch of the slow autumn at my window, if I touch near the fire the impalpable ash or the wrinkled body of the log, everything carries me to you, as if everything that exists, aromas, light, metals, were little boats that sail toward those isles of yours that wait for me. Well, now, if little by little you stop loving me I shall stop loving you little by little. If suddenly you forget me do not look for me, for I shall already have forgotten you. If you think it long and mad, the wind of banners that passes through my life, and you decide to leave me at the shore of the heart where I have roots, remember that on that day, at that hour, I shall lift my arms and my roots will set off to seek another land. But if each day, each hour, you feel that you are destined for me with implacable sweetness, if each day a flower climbs up to your lips to seek me, ah my love, ah my ow
New Graduate Science Centre on Roosevelt Island
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