There is an invisible strength within us; .... RUMI .... AKSHR

 

There is an invisible strength within us; 

when it recognizes two opposing objects of desire, 

it grows stronger.

 

Rumi

 

A silent force, a hidden might,

Resides within, both day and night.

A wellspring deep, a whispered plea,

A strength unseen, eternally.

 

Two stars ignite, in shadowed skies,

Two paths diverge, where longing lies.

A yearning heart, a fractured soul,

Torn 'twixt desires, a story whole.

 

This inner strength, a watchful eye,

Observes the pull, both near and nigh.

The tug of want, the whispered call,

This conflict deep, stands tall.

 

And as the heart, with passion burns,

This strength unseen, its purpose learns.

A crucible of choice, a fiery test,

The spirit forged, to stand the best.

 

For in the clash, of wish and need,

A power blooms, a vibrant seed.

This conflict's fire, a shaping hand,

A strength refined, across the land.

 

So let the heart, its desires hold,

Two opposing dreams, a story told.

For in the fight, the strength will rise,

A beacon bright, beneath the skies.

The battles that count aren't the ones for gold medals. ... Jesse Owens .... AKSHR

 

The battles that count aren't the ones for gold medals. The struggles within yourself - the invisible, inevitable battles inside all of us - that's where it's at.

 

Jesse Owens

The banners of glory, the trumpets' loud call,

For medals of valor, for standing tall.

These battles of might, though fiercely they gleam,

Often obscure the silent, inner stream.

 

The whispers of doubt, the fears that reside,

The battles within, where the spirit presides.

Invisible foes, yet potent and deep,

These are the true tests, where we truly must keep.

 

The weight of the world, on shoulders so frail,

The burden of choices, the shadows prevail.

The striving and striving, the yearning to rise,

Against the dark currents that tempt and surprise.

 

The strength to forgive, the courage to mend,

The quiet resolve, where the battles transcend.

These battles of heart, fought in solitude's grace,

Are victories won, in time and in space.

 

For in the still chamber, where conscience does dwell,

Lies the true measure, the triumph of self.

The battles for gold, may bring fleeting acclaim,

But the battles within, etch a stronger name.

What you see is not what others see..... George Monbiot .... AKSHR

 

What you see is not what others see. 

We inhabit parallel worlds of perception, bounded by our interests and experience. 

What is obvious to some is invisible to others.

 

George Monbiot

 

The tapestry of sight, a woven thread,

Of hues and forms, a world displayed.

But eyes perceive in patterns unique,

A fractured view, a different pique.

 

For what is clear to one, a vibrant scene,

May fade to grey, a silent sheen,

In others' eyes, a world unseen,

By filters built, of past and keen.

 

The bustling street, a vibrant throng,

To one, a symphony, a song.

To another soul, a hurried race,

A blur of faces, time and space.

 

The whispered words, a tender plea,

To one, a love, eternally.

To others' ears, a passing sound,

Lost in the echoes, all unbound.

 

The hidden depths, a secret kept,

By those who see, a truth they've swept

Into their hearts, a treasure kept,

While others walk, their eyes unslept.

 

For parallel worlds, we each inhabit,

By interests shaped, and lessons grabbed.

What's obvious bright, to one's keen gaze,

May lie unseen, in shadowed maze.

 

So let us see, with hearts so wide,

The varied views, by which we ride.

For in each soul, a universe lies,

With different hues, beneath their skies.

Strength and skill are happy comrades. --- Maud Lindsay ---- AKSHR

 

A tapestry of might, a vibrant hue,

Where strength and skill, entwined, forever accrue.

Two kindred spirits, marching hand in hand,

A symphony of prowess, throughout the land.

 

With muscles forged in fire, a heart of steel,

Strength stands defiant, a story to reveal.

A mountain's towering form, a river's might,

A force unyielding, bathed in morning light.

 

But skill, a dancer swift, with graceful art,

A weaver's nimble hand, a sculptor's heart.

In every curve and line, a hidden grace,

A delicate precision, in time and space.

 

Together they ascend, a soaring flight,

Strength's sturdy pillar, skill's guiding light.

A craftsman's chisel, carving shapes of grace,

With strength's firm foundation, in time, and space.

 

From humble beginnings, their journey starts,

A seed of potential, within their hearts.

Through trials and tribulations, they rise above,

A testament to unity, a love for love.

 

For strength, without skill, is a hollow sound,

And skill, without strength, will quickly be unbound.

But joined in harmony, a force complete,

A masterpiece of power, exquisitely sweet.

 

So let us celebrate this wondrous pair,

Strength and skill, forever, beyond compare.

A bond unbreakable, a shining light,

Illuminating pathways, day and night.

The assumption of states' rights is gone. James Q. Wilson --- AKSHR

 

If a radical devolution of powers was possible,

 it would have been done before. 

The assumption of states' rights is gone. 

There's no support for it in the Supreme Court 

and there's no support for it in public opinion.

James Q. Wilson

I would support a devolution of power for education, health care, transportation. Jim DeMint --- AKSHR

 

I would support a devolution of power 

for education, health care, transportation. 

Jim DeMint

If evolution exists in every living species, likewise so too does devolution. Samael Aun Weor -- AKSHR

 

If evolution exists in every living species,

 likewise so too does devolution. 

Samael Aun Weor

You only know me as you see me, not as I actually am. - Immanuel Kant --- AKSHR

 

A painted smile, a sculpted grace,

A polished façade, a charming face.

You see the mask, the outward show,

But not the depths where secrets flow.

 

A whispered word, a fleeting glance,

A carefully constructed dance.

You catch the gleam, the outward light,

But not the shadows of the night.

 

The painted hues, the gilded frame,

Conceal the heart, a silent flame.

A hidden truth, a whispered plea,

Beyond the surface, wild and free.

 

For I am more than meets the eye,

A tapestry of joys and sighs.

A tangled web, a fractured soul,

A story untold, a whispered whole.

 

So judge me not by what you see,

But delve within, and set me free.

For in the depths, the heart resides,

Where I am whole, where truth presides.

 

Space and time are the framework within ... . --- Immanuel Kant --- AKSHR

 

Space and time are the framework within 

which the mind is constrained to construct

 its experience of reality. --- Immanuel Kant

Heaven --- hope, sleep, and laughter. --- Immanuel Kant --- AKSHR

 

Heaven has given human beings 

three things to balance the odds of life: 

hope, sleep, and laughter. --- Immanuel Kant

“Small acts, when multiplied by millions of people, can transform the world.” – Howard Zinn --- AKSHR

 

“Small acts, when multiplied by millions of people, 

can transform the world.” – Howard Zinn

A man never stands as tall as when he kneels to help a child. -- Knights of Pythogoras --- AKSHR

 

A man never stands as tall as when he kneels to help a child.

-- Knights of Pythogoras     

We are all like one-winged angels. -- Luciano de Crescenzo --- AKSHR

 

We are all like one-winged angels. 

It is only when we help each other that we can fly.

-- Luciano de Crescenzo     

"Service to others is the rent you pay for your room here on Earth." -- Muhammad Ali -- AKSHR

 

 

A fragile shell, this earthly sphere,

A fleeting moment, held so dear.

A transient stay, a whispered plea,

For service rendered, wild and free.

 

The rent we owe, a debt untold,

Not measured in gold, but hearts of old.

A kindness shown, a gentle hand,

A helping word, across the land.

 

For in this dance, of joy and strife,

We find our worth, ignite our life.

Empathy's flame, a guiding light,

Illuminating darkest night.

 

To mend a tear, a whispered prayer,

To ease a burden, banish care.

These acts of grace, this selfless art,

The rent we pay, within the heart.

 

For in the giving, we receive,

A boundless joy, a truth we weave.

A tapestry of love and grace,

This earthly home, a sacred space.

 

So lend a hand, a listening ear,

The rent is paid, year after year.

For service true, a noble quest,

This earthly room, a love possessed.