Thursday, February 10, 2011

Female Masterbation New

the 3 gates of life and love ....


U n King's only son was a brave young prince, clever and intelligent. To complete his apprenticeship of life, he sent him to a wise old man.

- Enlighten me on the Path of Life , asked the Prince.

- My words will vanish like the traces of your footsteps in the sand, "replied the Sage . However I am willing to give you some pointers. On your way, you'll find three doors. Read the precepts given on each of them. An irresistible urge you push them forward. Do not try to turn him away because you would be condemned to relive what ever you would have fled. I can not tell you more. You have to experience it all in your heart and your flesh. Go now. Follow this road straight ahead.

Old Sage disappeared and the prince embarked on the Path of Life.

He soon found himself facing a large door on which was written:

"CHANGE THE WORLD"

- was indeed my intention, thought the Prince, because if I like some things in this world, others do not agree with me.

And he began his first fight. His ideal, his enthusiasm and his strength led him to confront the world, to undertake, to conquer, to shape reality according to his desire. He found pleasure and exhilaration of conquering, but not calm the heart. He managed to change some things but many others resisted him. Many years passed.

One day he met the Old Wise Man who asked him

- What did you learned on the way?

- I learned replied the Prince, to discern what is in my power and what escapes me, which depends on me and what does not.

- Good, said the Old Man. Use your forces to act on what is in your power. Forget what escapes your grasp.

And he disappeared.

Soon after, the Prince found himself face to a second door. It read:

"CHANGE THE OTHER"

- was indeed my intention, he thought. The others are a source of pleasure, joy and satisfaction but also with pain, bitterness and frustration.

And he rebelled against anything that could disturb or displease him from his fellows. He sought to change their character and root out their faults. This was his second fight. Many years passed.

One day while meditating on the usefulness of its attempts change others, he crossed the Wise Old Man who asked

- What did you learn on the way?

- I learned replied the Prince, that others do not cause or source of my joys and my sorrows, my pleasures and my disappointments. They are just the developer or the occasion. It is rooted in me that all these things.

- You're right, said Wise. By what they awaken in you, others you reveal yourself. Be thankful those that stir in you joy and pleasure. But be it also to those who are born in you pain or frustration, because through them the Life teaches you what you have left to learn and the way that you should still go.

And the Old Man disappeared.

Soon after, the Prince arrived at a door which contained these words:

"CHANGE YOURSELF"

- If I am myself the cause of my problems, this is what I have to do, he said.

And he began his third fight. He sought to influence its character, to fight its imperfections, to remove its defects, to change all that he did not like him, everything that does not fit his ideal.

After many years of this fight where he met some successes but also failures and resistance, the Prince met the sage who asked him

- What have you learned about the way?

- I learned replied the Prince, that there are things that we can improve, others which we resist and we can not break.

- Good, said Wise.

- Yes, continued the Prince, but I getting tired of me fighting against everything, against everybody, against myself. This will not end there forever? When I find the rest? I want to stop fighting, give up, abandon everything, to let go.

- Precisely thy neighbor learning, said the Wise Old Man. But before going further, turn around and contemplate the journey.

And he disappeared.

Looking back, the Prince lives in the distant third door and noticed it was on its back an inscription that said:

"Accept-YOURSELF "

The Prince was astonished not to have seen this entry when he reached the door the first time in the other direction.

- When we fight, we become blind he said.

He saw lying on the ground, scattered around him, all he had rejected and fought him his fault, its shadows, its fears, its limits, all his old demons. He learned to recognize, accept, to love them. He learned to love himself no longer compare, to judge, blame themselves.

He met the Old Wise Man who asked him

- What did you learn on the way?

- I learned, "said Prince, that hate or deny a part of me is never to condemn me to agree with myself. I learned to accept myself totally, unconditionally.

- Good, said the Old Man, this is the first Wisdom. Now you can retake the third door.

barely reached the other side, the Prince saw off the back of the second door and read:

"ACCEPTS THE OTHER"

All around him he saw people he had worked with in his life. Those he loved and those he hated. Those he had supported and those he had fought. But to his surprise, he was now unable to see (*) their imperfections, their defects , which formerly had so embarrassed and cons which he had fought.

He met again the Wise Old Man.

- What did you learn on the way? asked him.

- I learned replied the Prince, that being consistent with myself, I had nothing to blame others, nothing to fear them. I learned to accept and love others fully, unconditionally.

- Good, Old said Wise. This is the second Wisdom. You can pass the second door again.

Arrived on the other hand, the Prince saw the face behind the first door and read:

"ACCEPTS THE WORLD

Curious he said, I have not seen this first entry. He looked around and saw the world he had sought to conquer, to transform, to change. He was struck by the brilliance and beauty of all things. By their Perfection was .(**) Yet the same people as before. Was that the world had changed or look?

He crossed the Old Wise Man who asked

- What did you learn on the way?

- I learned said the Prince, that the world is the mirror of my soul. My soul does not see the world, she sees the world. When it is playful, the world seems gay. When she is overwhelmed, the world seems sad. The world, he is neither sad nor gay. It is there, there, that's all. It was not the world that worried me, but the idea I was doing. I learned to accept without judging, totally, unconditionally.

- This is the third Wisdom said the Old Man. There you are now in agreement with yourself, with others and with the World.
A deep sense of Peace, Serenity, invades the Prince of Wholeness. The Silence of the habit.

- You are ready now to take the final threshold, the Old Sage said. The passage Silence of the Fullness of the Fullness of Silence.

And the Old Man disappeared.
Charles Brulhart

Wednesday, February 9, 2011

My Dog Drank My Breast Milk

Florian, Jean-Pierre Claris de, 1755-1794.

March 6, 1755, Jean-Pierre Claris de Florian was born in the castle Florian in Languedoc. Her mother died the following year. Despite this tragedy, the young Florian lead a happy life and freedom in the homestead.
Jean Pierre is ten years his education was entrusted to his uncle, Philippe-Antoine de Claris, married to a niece of Voltaire. The young Florian stays Ferney, from the great philosopher, with his uncle and aunt, then moved home in the Marais district in Paris.
In 1768, he was admitted as a page at the Duke of Penthievre, which will help them discover the world of the court. Florian entered the military school at Bapaume in 1771. But it leaves Lieutenant literature draws more than the army.
In 1779 his first comedy, Two Tickets is well received by critics. In 1782, with, Voltaire and the serf du Mont-Jura , satire, Florian condemns slavery. The work is rewarded by the Academy. A new comedy, the Twins Bergamo obtained a triumph. The following year, Florian publishes a verse tale based on a story by Cervantes, Galatea . Florian reveals his talent for pastoral care. The work is preceded by a preface that recounts the life of Cervantes. Author
now in vogue, Florian frequent the salon of Madame de la Briche. He wrote in 1786, an epic novel Numa Pompilius , he seeks the backing of the epic to support his literary ambitions, he wants effect for a seat in the French Academy but his epic is not welcomed by critics as well as by the queen to whom the work was, however, was dedicated. In
, 1788, Florian returns to the pastoral with Estelle, the book won a considerable success. Promoted lieutenant-colonel, our author succeeds, the French Academy, Cardinal de Luynes. In 1789, when rumblings of revolution, Florian embarks the composition of the collection of Fables . Florian became commander in chief of the National Guard of the Seals in 1791. The Fables preceded by an essay on the kind of "fable, entitled From the fable are published in 1792 and obtained a great success. Florian then began to translate and adapt the Don Quixote by Cervantes .
Order Agenda Committee hello public in 1793, Florian was released after the fall of Robespierre in 1794, but sorely tried by his stay in prison, he succumbs to the attacks of consumption that the mine for several years.

Tuesday, February 8, 2011

Southern And Western Life Scam

Haiku

1. Definition
Haiku (also called" haiku ") is a poem form Japanese fixed. It consists of three lines which are respectively five, seven and five syllables.

2. Japanese Haiku
Born outside the X e century haiku was long a sort of game, a poem intended to attract attention with a dash of humor, the evocation of an unusual detail. In the XVII th
century monk Matsuo Munefusa better known by the name Basho is based on the tradition of Zen Buddhism to make haiku a spiritual exercise.
Haiku become the word that serves to recall the virtues of silence and the emptiness of all speech.
Haiku likes to talk about the nature and after Basho, the rule is established to serve through a word or an indirect index, one of the four seasons.

This way,
Nobody takes
That autumn sunset.

Basho, quoted by Henri Brunel The haiku , Librio.

trap octopus

Moon Dreams fluttering summer

Basho, Ants in without shade, the book of haiku, Phoebus.

"The Japanese offer," said Paul Claudel, in poetry as art in a sense very different from ours. Ours is to say everything, all to express [...] In Japan, however, on the written page or drawn from the most important is still left to silence "and the haiku is indeed appears to be a break in the silence of the blank page.

3. Haiku in France

The first collection of haiku French, Over water is directed by Paul-Louis Couchoud returned from a trip to Japan and two of his friends Albert Faure and Andre Poncin. Matured during a trip by barge carried by the three friends, the collection circulates anonymously in Paris in 1905 which has already succumbed to the fashion of Japanese prints.

The old canal
Under the shade monotonous
Was gray-green

Over Water , Thousand and One Nights.

Pastor
Took
A pretty good for Catholic

Over Water , Thousand and One Nights.

In 1920 the NRF publishes an anthology of haiku, which included poems by Eluard, Caillois ... "Eleven haiku by Paul Eluard.

A feather in the hat gives an air of lightness
The chimney smokes

Eluard, "11", To live here, eleven haiku .

Claudel, former ambassador to Japan, publishes his thoughts on Japanese culture in The Black Bird in the rising sun (1929) but with hundred sentences for a range it is exercised in art of haiku and paid tribute to Japan by placing the text next to ideograms composed by Japanese artists.
is from the seventies that haiku in France raises renewed interest. If the initial formal constraints are rarely met, the conciseness of expression, a certain sense of timelessness, an ontological inquiry remain.

Guillevic Eugene (1907-1997) refractory to readily image uses a condensed form of haiku to question the mysteries of nature:

water in the pond


To keep occupied East time.

Guillevic, Spheres.


In Towpath , The wolf and the moon , Yvon Le Men (B. 1953) returns to the essence of haiku and if he does not seek to return the form completely, it captures the spirit:

Ivy leaf in the current

aware where is she?

Yvon Le Men, The towpath .

night
it does not fall down in the day

Y
von Le Men, The wolf and the moon .

The recent anthology of John Antonnini, the many associations of amateur poets are on the web reflect the enthusiasm growing genre.