There comes a point within the chaos, when stillness descends. In these precious moments, you can rest in the quietness, be still, breathe, refresh and mindfully bathe in the awareness of the tranquillity, as it surrounds you and your arena. Listen and hear the whispers of your soul. I did and I wrote them down. You are invited to follow my creative writing journey - Mark Osmer, Poet and Author of The Stillness Within The Storm
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Thursday, 30 April 2015
Wednesday, 29 April 2015
This is my simple religion - Dalai Lama
This is my simple religion. No need for temples. No need for complicated philosophy. Your own mind, your own heart is the temple. Your philosophy is simple kindness.”
Dalai Lama XIV
Dalai Lama XIV

Tuesday, 28 April 2015
Monday, 27 April 2015
Sunday, 26 April 2015
Ian Broudie - Lightning Seeds - Life of Riley - Acoustic
Ian Broudie - The Life of Riley (lyrics below)
Lost in the milky way
Smile at the empty sky and wait for
The moment a million chances, they all collide
I'll be the guiding light
Swim to me through stars that shine down
And call to the sleeping world as they fall to earth
Here's your life
Find your way
Sailing blind
Certain, but nothing's certain
I don't mind, I get the feeling
You'll be fine, I still believe that
In this world, we've got to find the time
For the life of Riley
From cradles and sleepless nights
You breathe in life forever
And stare at the world from deep in your eiderdown
Here's your life
We'll find our way
We're sailing blind
But it's certain, nothing's certain
I don't mind, I get the feeling
You'll be fine, I still believe that
In this world, we've got to find the time
For the life of Riley
All this world its a crazy ride
So, take your seats and hold on tight
So, here's your life
We'll find our way
We're sailing blind
But it's certain, nothing's certain
I don't mind, I get the feeling
You'll be fine, I still believe that
In this world, we've got to find the time
For the life of Riley
The life of Riley
The life of Riley
The life of Riley
The moment a million chances, they all collide
Swim to me through stars that shine down
And call to the sleeping world as they fall to earth
Find your way
Certain, but nothing's certain
You'll be fine, I still believe that
In this world, we've got to find the time
For the life of Riley
You breathe in life forever
And stare at the world from deep in your eiderdown
We'll find our way
We're sailing blind
But it's certain, nothing's certain
In this world, we've got to find the time
For the life of Riley
So, take your seats and hold on tight
We'll find our way
We're sailing blind
But it's certain, nothing's certain
In this world, we've got to find the time
For the life of Riley
The life of Riley
The life of Riley
Saturday, 25 April 2015
Friday, 24 April 2015
Butterfly Soul
The Greek name for a butterfly is Psyche, and the same word means the soul. There is no illustration of the immortality of the soul so striking and beautiful as the butterfly, bursting on brilliant wings from the tomb in which it has lain, after a dull, grovelling, caterpillar existence, to flutter in the blaze of day and feed on the most fragrant and delicate productions of the spring. Psyche, then, is the human soul, which is purified by sufferings and misfortunes, and is thus prepared for the enjoyment of true and pure happiness
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