The Sanctuary

At the epicentre of noise and distraction lies a Quiet. A place where thoughts find freedom, where words find meaning, where every second finds a purpose and every moment finds its place in the scheme of bigger things. Welcome to a consortium that will make you feel Alive. Welcome to a place that is 'Uniquely Yours'. Welcome to the Sanctuary...

Sunday, July 15, 2007

I am mine!

The selfish, they're all standing in line
Faithin' and hopin' to buy themselves time
Me, I figure as each breath goes by
I only own my mind
The north is to south what the clock is to time
There's east and there's west and there's everywhere life
I know I was born and I know that I'll die
The inbetween is mine
I am Mine
And the feeling gets left behind
All the innocence, lost at one time
Significant behind the eyes
Theres no need to hide
We're safe tonight
The ocean is full cause everyone's crying
The full moon is looking for friends at high tide
The sorrow grows bigger when the sorrow's denied
I only know my mind
I Am Mine
And the meaning gets left behind
All the innocents, lost at one time
Significant behind the eyes
There's no need to hide
We're safe tonight
And the feelings get left behind
Oh the innocence, broken with life
Significance between the lines.
We may need to hide.
And the meanings get left behind
All the innocents, lost at one time
We're all different behind the eyes
There's no need to hide, yeah
yes this is a song...i think its a poem...its more true than most of the things i have ever read, seen or felt.do read it, post ur opinions pls :)
in Pride

Monday, July 02, 2007

The Paradox of our Age

Something i found in Goa, when we had gone there...seems to me to be something which is worth a reading...



The Paradox of our Age





We have bigger homes, but smaller families,


more conviencies, but less time.


We have more degrees, but less sense;


more knowledge, but less judgements;


more experts, but more problems;


more medicines, but less healthiness.


We've been all the way to the moon and back,


but have trouble crossing the street to meet our neighbour.


We build more computers


to hold more information,


to produce more copies than ever,


but have less communication.


We have become long on quantity,


but short on quality.


These are times of fast foods,


but slow digestion;


tall man, but short charecter;


steep profits, but shallow relationships.


It is a time when there is so much in the window,


but nothing in the room.




-His Holiness The XIV Dalai Lama