tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-43505413327806395882011-11-06T08:23:31.069-08:00a blog about the analogies we make in life. some may call it oversimplifying things; 'it's not that simple' they say. but this is the new poetry.JJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10733087611125296967noreply@blogger.comBlogger31100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4350541332780639588.post-49633089054416901932007-01-20T08:46:00.000-08:002007-01-20T08:49:09.434-08:00<br><br />"Dude, You don't bring a date to a wedding,<br />that's like bringing a deer carcass on a hunting trip."<br /><br />Barney to Ted, <span style="font-style:italic;">How I Met Your Mother</span> Season 1 Disc 3<br><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4350541332780639588-4963308905441690193?l=itsalmostasif.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10733087611125296967noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4350541332780639588.post-50546459400243258512007-01-02T06:18:00.000-08:002007-01-02T06:22:59.945-08:00<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:85%;" > Is love a light beam we shine</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:85%;" > upon our chosen few of heart,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:85%;" > reflected by them upon us?</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:85%;" > </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:85%;" > Or is love an inner sea</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:85%;" > contained by, yet containing us,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:85%;" > in turbulence or pleasing calm?</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:85%;" > </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:85%;" > Does a new mother perceive</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:85%;" > in her baby's trusting breath</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:85%;" > the force of a new volcano?</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:85%;" > </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:85%;" > As a cup that cannot explain its tea</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:85%;" > or a husk that fathoms not its corn,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:85%;" > I cradle love as an infinite infant within.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:85%;" >(From</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-family:verdana;"> </span><a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://www.alharris.com/poems/hc.htm">Heartclips</a><span style="font-family:verdana;"> by <a href="http://www.alharris.com/bio/index.htm">Alan Harris</a>)</span></span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4350541332780639588-5054645940024325851?l=itsalmostasif.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>princess trinanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4350541332780639588.post-65582778425096975572006-12-24T00:53:00.000-08:002006-12-24T01:06:49.564-08:00The ice climber's boot is designed in a slightly peculiar manner. In order to get optimal support from the boot while climbing, the climber needs to lean back while scaling the peaks. A fairly counter intuitive move one might find, but it is the same with life.<br /><br />Far too many times do we fear the unknown. We fear it because we lack the control over it. But once one stops fighting for control, one's appetite for risk surges. And when that happens, there is nothing to lose but only everything to gain. It is only when we let go, do we truly shake off the fear.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4350541332780639588-6558277842509697557?l=itsalmostasif.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jemnoreply@blogger.com0