<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1043239285595012969</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:28:10.188-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Words that move me</title><subtitle type='html'>Special poems, verses &amp; quotes: best enjoyed one by one to allow digestion!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsthatmoveme.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1043239285595012969/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsthatmoveme.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Dunstan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13522273892481333821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3398/488/1600/dunstan.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1043239285595012969.post-4414032859359992180</id><published>2009-05-10T15:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T15:05:30.634-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE GUEST HOUSE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px; "&gt;This being human is a guest house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt; Every morning a new arrival.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;A joy, a depression, a meanness,&lt;br /&gt;some momentary awareness comes&lt;br /&gt;as an unexpected visitor.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Welcome and entertain them all!&lt;br /&gt;Even if they are a crowd of sorrows,&lt;br /&gt;who violently sweep your house&lt;br /&gt;empty of its furniture,&lt;br /&gt;still, treat each guest honorably.&lt;br /&gt;He may be clearing you out&lt;br /&gt;for some new delight.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;The dark thought, the shame, the malice.&lt;br /&gt;meet them at the door laughing and invite them in.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Be grateful for whatever comes.&lt;br /&gt;because each has been sent&lt;br /&gt;as a guide from beyond.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;-- Jelaluddin Rumi,&lt;br /&gt;    translation by Coleman Barks&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1043239285595012969-4414032859359992180?l=wordsthatmoveme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsthatmoveme.blogspot.com/feeds/4414032859359992180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1043239285595012969&amp;postID=4414032859359992180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1043239285595012969/posts/default/4414032859359992180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1043239285595012969/posts/default/4414032859359992180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsthatmoveme.blogspot.com/2009/05/guest-house.html' title='THE GUEST HOUSE'/><author><name>Dunstan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13522273892481333821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3398/488/1600/dunstan.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1043239285595012969.post-6360212249118023584</id><published>2009-05-04T18:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T18:04:15.491-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Swimming Quotes</title><content type='html'>The water is your friend.  You don't have to fight with water, just share the same spirit as the water, and it will help you move.  ~Aleksandr Popov&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live in the sunshine, swim the sea, drink the wild air.  ~Ralph Waldo Emerson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From &lt;a href="http://www.quotegarden.com/swimming.html"&gt;http://www.quotegarden.com/swimming.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1043239285595012969-6360212249118023584?l=wordsthatmoveme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsthatmoveme.blogspot.com/feeds/6360212249118023584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1043239285595012969&amp;postID=6360212249118023584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1043239285595012969/posts/default/6360212249118023584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1043239285595012969/posts/default/6360212249118023584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsthatmoveme.blogspot.com/2009/05/swimming-quotes.html' title='Swimming Quotes'/><author><name>Dunstan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13522273892481333821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3398/488/1600/dunstan.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1043239285595012969.post-1066883901778992610</id><published>2009-02-26T20:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T20:51:02.260-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Manifesting Myself</title><content type='html'>If my thinking creates reality&lt;div&gt;then really, who am I?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Flesh and bones, a writer of poems...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I'm really thinking!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1043239285595012969-1066883901778992610?l=wordsthatmoveme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsthatmoveme.blogspot.com/feeds/1066883901778992610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1043239285595012969&amp;postID=1066883901778992610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1043239285595012969/posts/default/1066883901778992610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1043239285595012969/posts/default/1066883901778992610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsthatmoveme.blogspot.com/2009/02/manifesting-myself.html' title='Manifesting Myself'/><author><name>Dunstan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13522273892481333821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3398/488/1600/dunstan.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1043239285595012969.post-1010586317305295748</id><published>2008-11-06T19:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T19:49:53.728-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfect President</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://blackthoughtblog.wordpress.com/2008/10/30/i-am-not-a-perfect-man-i-will-not-be-a-perfect-president/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I will not be a perfect president. But I can promise you this — I will always tell you what I think and where I stand."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Barack Obama - 29th October 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1043239285595012969-1010586317305295748?l=wordsthatmoveme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsthatmoveme.blogspot.com/feeds/1010586317305295748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1043239285595012969&amp;postID=1010586317305295748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1043239285595012969/posts/default/1010586317305295748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3398/488/1600/dunstan.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1043239285595012969.post-3672147025328499881</id><published>2008-11-06T15:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T15:20:48.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love and Hate</title><content type='html'>Hatred hurts the Hater&lt;div&gt;Love heals the Lover&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1043239285595012969-3672147025328499881?l=wordsthatmoveme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsthatmoveme.blogspot.com/feeds/3672147025328499881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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href="http://wordsthatmoveme.blogspot.com/2007/06/aloha.html"&gt;Aloha!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://wordsthatmoveme.blogspot.com/2007/10/atlantis-by-wh-auden.html"&gt;Atlantis&lt;/a&gt; - WH Auden&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://wordsthatmoveme.blogspot.com/2008/10/begin-it-now.html"&gt;Begin it Now!&lt;/a&gt; - Goethe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://wordsthatmoveme.blogspot.com/2007/11/behold-day.html"&gt;Behold the Day! &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://wordsthatmoveme.blogspot.com/2008/04/on-criticism.html"&gt;Criticism&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://wordsthatmoveme.blogspot.com/2008/02/fun.html"&gt;Fun&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://wordsthatmoveme.blogspot.com/2007/05/gorgeous-and-talented.html"&gt; Gorgeous and Talented &lt;/a&gt;       - Marianne Williamson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://wordsthatmoveme.blogspot.com/2007/05/fable-from-hawaii.html"&gt; Hawaiian Fable &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://wordsthatmoveme.blogspot.com/2007/11/think-continually-of-those-who-were.html"&gt;I think continually ...&lt;/a&gt; -  Stephen Spender&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://wordsthatmoveme.blogspot.com/2007/06/joy-and-pain.html"&gt;Joy and Pain  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://wordsthatmoveme.blogspot.com/2007/10/living-loving-and-learning-by-leo-f.html"&gt; Living, Loving and Learning&lt;/a&gt;   -  Leo Buscaglia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://wordsthatmoveme.blogspot.com/2007/05/negative-capability-keats.html"&gt; Negative Capability&lt;/a&gt;  -   Keats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://wordsthatmoveme.blogspot.com/2007/05/path-with-heart-don-juan.html"&gt; Path With a Heart  &lt;/a&gt;   -  Don Juan&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://wordsthatmoveme.blogspot.com/2008/02/work-of-love.html"&gt;The Work of Love&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3398/488/1600/dunstan.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1043239285595012969.post-1666213334459515925</id><published>2008-10-23T15:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T15:33:22.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Valuable Life</title><content type='html'>"Only do that which adds value to your life"&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Steven van Bodegraven, TI coach&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1043239285595012969-1666213334459515925?l=wordsthatmoveme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsthatmoveme.blogspot.com/feeds/1666213334459515925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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www.evadeblackbeltschool.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1043239285595012969-5933007295435485291?l=wordsthatmoveme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsthatmoveme.blogspot.com/feeds/5933007295435485291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1043239285595012969&amp;postID=5933007295435485291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1043239285595012969/posts/default/5933007295435485291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1043239285595012969/posts/default/5933007295435485291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsthatmoveme.blogspot.com/2008/04/on-criticism.html' 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3398/488/1600/dunstan.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1043239285595012969.post-1574226578157959892</id><published>2008-02-27T01:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T01:36:52.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Work</title><content type='html'>If you cannot work with love but only with distaste, it is better that you should leave your work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kahlil Gibran (1833-1931) Lebanese poet&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1043239285595012969-1574226578157959892?l=wordsthatmoveme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsthatmoveme.blogspot.com/feeds/1574226578157959892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1043239285595012969&amp;postID=1574226578157959892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1043239285595012969/posts/default/1574226578157959892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1043239285595012969/posts/default/1574226578157959892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsthatmoveme.blogspot.com/2008/02/work.html' title='Work'/><author><name>Dunstan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13522273892481333821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3398/488/1600/dunstan.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1043239285595012969.post-7001371445408416729</id><published>2008-02-27T01:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T01:36:27.108-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Work of Love</title><content type='html'>We really have to understand the person we want to love.&lt;div&gt;If our love is only a will to possess, it is not love.&lt;br /&gt;If we only think of ourselves, if we only know our own needs&lt;div&gt;and ignore the needs of the other person, we cannot love.&lt;br /&gt;We must look deeply in order to see and understand the needs,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;aspirations and suffering of the person we love.&lt;br /&gt;This is the ground of real love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thich Nhat Hanh, Vietnamese Zen master&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Love'/><author><name>Dunstan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13522273892481333821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3398/488/1600/dunstan.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1043239285595012969.post-6018324999008441650</id><published>2007-11-05T00:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T17:56:59.399-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Think Continually Of Those Who Were Truly Great</title><content type='html'>I think continually of those who were truly great.&lt;br /&gt;Who, from the womb, remembered the soul's history&lt;br /&gt;Through corridors of light where the hours are suns&lt;br /&gt;Endless and singing. Whose lovely ambition&lt;br /&gt;Was that their lips, still touched with fire,&lt;br /&gt;Should tell of the Spirit clothed from head to foot in song.&lt;br /&gt;And who hoarded from the Spring branches&lt;br /&gt;The desires falling across their bodies like blossoms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is precious is never to forget&lt;br /&gt;The essential delight of the blood drawn from ageless springs&lt;br /&gt;Breaking through rocks in worlds before our earth.&lt;br /&gt;Never to deny its pleasure in the morning simple light&lt;br /&gt;Nor its grave evening demand for love.&lt;br /&gt;Never to allow gradually the traffic to smother&lt;br /&gt;With noise and fog the flowering of the spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Near the snow, near the sun, in the highest fields&lt;br /&gt;See how these names are feted by the waving grass&lt;br /&gt;And by the streamers of white cloud&lt;br /&gt;And whispers of wind in the listening sky.&lt;br /&gt;The names of those who in their lives fought for life&lt;br /&gt;Who wore at their hearts the fire's center.&lt;br /&gt;Born of the sun they traveled a short while towards the sun,&lt;br /&gt;And left the vivid air signed with their honor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephen Spender&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1043239285595012969-6018324999008441650?l=wordsthatmoveme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsthatmoveme.blogspot.com/feeds/6018324999008441650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1043239285595012969&amp;postID=6018324999008441650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1043239285595012969/posts/default/6018324999008441650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1043239285595012969/posts/default/6018324999008441650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsthatmoveme.blogspot.com/2007/11/think-continually-of-those-who-were.html' title='I Think Continually Of Those Who Were Truly Great'/><author><name>Dunstan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13522273892481333821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3398/488/1600/dunstan.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1043239285595012969.post-4437588702536545302</id><published>2007-11-05T00:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T00:52:46.055-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Behold the Day</title><content type='html'>This day is the very day of very days.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday is only a memory,&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is but a dream.&lt;br /&gt;But if I live this day well,&lt;br /&gt;Every yesterday is a memory of bliss,&lt;br /&gt;Every tomorrow is a dream of hope.&lt;br /&gt;I look well therefore to this day,&lt;br /&gt;I join with the sun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1043239285595012969-4437588702536545302?l=wordsthatmoveme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsthatmoveme.blogspot.com/feeds/4437588702536545302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1043239285595012969&amp;postID=4437588702536545302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1043239285595012969/posts/default/4437588702536545302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1043239285595012969/posts/default/4437588702536545302'/><link 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/&gt;Behave absurdly enough&lt;br /&gt;To pass for one of The Boys,&lt;br /&gt;At least appearing to love&lt;br /&gt;Hard liquor, horseplay and noise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should storms, as may well happen,&lt;br /&gt;Drive you to anchor a week&lt;br /&gt;In some old harbour-city&lt;br /&gt;Of Ionia, then speak&lt;br /&gt;With her witty sholars, men&lt;br /&gt;Who have proved there cannot be&lt;br /&gt;Such a place as Atlantis:&lt;br /&gt;Learn their logic, but notice&lt;br /&gt;How its subtlety betrays&lt;br /&gt;Their enormous simple grief;&lt;br /&gt;Thus they shall teach you the ways&lt;br /&gt;To doubt that you may believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If, later, you run aground&lt;br /&gt;Among the headlands of Thrace,&lt;br /&gt;Where with torches all night long&lt;br /&gt;A naked barbaric race&lt;br /&gt;Leaps frenziedly to the sound&lt;br /&gt;Of conch and dissonant gong:&lt;br /&gt;On that stony savage shore&lt;br /&gt;Strip off your clothes and dance, for&lt;br /&gt;Unless you are capable&lt;br /&gt;Of forgetting completely&lt;br /&gt;About Atlantis, you will&lt;br /&gt;Never finish your journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, should you come to gay&lt;br /&gt;Carthage or Corinth, take part&lt;br /&gt;In their endless gaiety;&lt;br /&gt;And if in some bar a tart,&lt;br /&gt;As she strokes your hair, should say&lt;br /&gt;"This is Atlantis, dearie,"&lt;br /&gt;Listen with attentiveness&lt;br /&gt;To her life-story: unless&lt;br /&gt;You become acquainted now&lt;br /&gt;With each refuge that tries to&lt;br /&gt;Counterfeit Atlantis, how&lt;br /&gt;Will you recognise the true?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assuming you beach at last&lt;br /&gt;Near Atlantis, and begin&lt;br /&gt;That terrible trek inland&lt;br /&gt;Through squalid woods and frozen&lt;br /&gt;Thundras where all are soon lost;&lt;br /&gt;If, forsaken then, you stand,&lt;br /&gt;Dismissal everywhere,&lt;br /&gt;Stone and now, silence and air,&lt;br /&gt;O remember the great dead&lt;br /&gt;And honour the fate you are,&lt;br /&gt;Travelling and tormented,&lt;br /&gt;Dialectic and bizarre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stagger onward rejoicing;&lt;br /&gt;And even then if, perhaps&lt;br /&gt;Having actually got&lt;br /&gt;To the last col, you collapse&lt;br /&gt;With all Atlantis shining&lt;br /&gt;Below you yet you cannot&lt;br /&gt;Descend, you should still be proud&lt;br /&gt;Even to have been allowed&lt;br /&gt;Just to peep at Atlantis&lt;br /&gt;In a poetic vision:&lt;br /&gt;Give thanks and lie down in peace,&lt;br /&gt;Having seen your salvation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the little household gods&lt;br /&gt;Have started crying, but say&lt;br /&gt;Good-bye now, and put to sea.&lt;br /&gt;Farewell, my dear, farewell: may&lt;br /&gt;Hermes, master of the roads,&lt;br /&gt;And the four dwarf Kabiri,&lt;br /&gt;Protect and serve you always;&lt;br /&gt;And may the Ancient of Days&lt;br /&gt;Provide for all you must do&lt;br /&gt;His invisible guidance,&lt;br /&gt;Lifting up, dear, upon you&lt;br /&gt;The light of His countenance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1043239285595012969-3212399208317872638?l=wordsthatmoveme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsthatmoveme.blogspot.com/feeds/3212399208317872638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1043239285595012969&amp;postID=3212399208317872638' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1043239285595012969/posts/default/3212399208317872638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1043239285595012969/posts/default/3212399208317872638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsthatmoveme.blogspot.com/2007/10/atlantis-by-wh-auden.html' title='&apos;Atlantis&apos; by WH Auden'/><author><name>Dunstan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13522273892481333821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3398/488/1600/dunstan.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1043239285595012969.post-5314511219826738571</id><published>2007-10-18T18:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T18:25:12.221-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Living, Loving and Learning" by Leo F. Buscaglia</title><content type='html'>"... my responsibility to you is to make myself enormous, full of knowledge, full of love, full of understanding, full of experience, full of everything so that I can give it to you and then you can take it and build from there."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Imagine what this world would be like if everyone ... had the opportunity to be encouraged to be a unique human being."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1043239285595012969-5314511219826738571?l=wordsthatmoveme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsthatmoveme.blogspot.com/feeds/5314511219826738571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1043239285595012969&amp;postID=5314511219826738571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1043239285595012969/posts/default/5314511219826738571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1043239285595012969/posts/default/5314511219826738571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsthatmoveme.blogspot.com/2007/10/living-loving-and-learning-by-leo-f.html' title='&quot;Living, Loving and Learning&quot; by Leo F. Buscaglia'/><author><name>Dunstan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13522273892481333821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3398/488/1600/dunstan.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1043239285595012969.post-3009429892369686988</id><published>2007-10-17T23:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T23:48:20.048-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What is love?</title><content type='html'>"Love is not getting but giving.&lt;br /&gt;Not a wild dream of pleasure and a madness of desire - oh, no - love is not that!&lt;br /&gt;It is goodness and honour and peace and pure living - yes, love is all that and it is th the best thing in the world and the thing that lives the longest."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Henry Van Dyke&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1043239285595012969-3009429892369686988?l=wordsthatmoveme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsthatmoveme.blogspot.com/feeds/3009429892369686988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1043239285595012969&amp;postID=3009429892369686988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1043239285595012969/posts/default/3009429892369686988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1043239285595012969/posts/default/3009429892369686988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsthatmoveme.blogspot.com/2007/10/what-is-love.html' title='What is love?'/><author><name>Dunstan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13522273892481333821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3398/488/1600/dunstan.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1043239285595012969.post-2157350491854559040</id><published>2007-06-15T20:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T20:38:04.345-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aloha</title><content type='html'>... one of my favourite greetings.&lt;br /&gt;In Hawai'i it means 'hello",  "goodbye" and other things besides...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really an aspect of the deeper meaning that is harder to translate:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; "A joyful sharing of life energy in the present"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALOHA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1043239285595012969-2157350491854559040?l=wordsthatmoveme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsthatmoveme.blogspot.com/feeds/2157350491854559040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1043239285595012969&amp;postID=2157350491854559040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1043239285595012969/posts/default/2157350491854559040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1043239285595012969/posts/default/2157350491854559040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsthatmoveme.blogspot.com/2007/06/aloha.html' title='Aloha'/><author><name>Dunstan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13522273892481333821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3398/488/1600/dunstan.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1043239285595012969.post-8026808175262482422</id><published>2007-06-13T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T20:20:27.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Joy and Pain</title><content type='html'>In moments of happiness it is important to remember the challenges that preceded them, just as it is important to remember the triumphs when we are struggling. Thus we may come to rejoyce in the struggle and the triumph of life alike, for these are the very essence of life itself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1043239285595012969-8026808175262482422?l=wordsthatmoveme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsthatmoveme.blogspot.com/feeds/8026808175262482422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1043239285595012969&amp;postID=8026808175262482422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1043239285595012969/posts/default/8026808175262482422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1043239285595012969/posts/default/8026808175262482422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsthatmoveme.blogspot.com/2007/06/joy-and-pain.html' title='Joy and Pain'/><author><name>Dunstan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13522273892481333821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3398/488/1600/dunstan.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1043239285595012969.post-8268455778903048716</id><published>2007-05-26T05:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T05:32:38.509-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Fable from Hawaii</title><content type='html'>This is a story about 4 people called &lt;b&gt;Everybody, Somebody, Anybody and Nobody&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was an important job to be done&lt;br /&gt;and Everybody was sure that Somebody would do it.&lt;br /&gt;Anybody could have done it,&lt;br /&gt;but Nobody did it.&lt;br /&gt;Somebody got angry about that.&lt;br /&gt;Because it was Everybody's job, Everybody thought&lt;br /&gt;that Anybody could do it,&lt;br /&gt;but Nobody realized that Everybody wouldn't do it.&lt;br /&gt;It ended up that Everybody&lt;br /&gt;blamed Somebody&lt;br /&gt;when Nobody did&lt;br /&gt;what Anybody could have done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1043239285595012969-8268455778903048716?l=wordsthatmoveme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsthatmoveme.blogspot.com/feeds/8268455778903048716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1043239285595012969&amp;postID=8268455778903048716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1043239285595012969/posts/default/8268455778903048716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1043239285595012969/posts/default/8268455778903048716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsthatmoveme.blogspot.com/2007/05/fable-from-hawaii.html' title='A Fable from Hawaii'/><author><name>Dunstan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13522273892481333821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3398/488/1600/dunstan.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1043239285595012969.post-6409295296422587751</id><published>2007-05-10T05:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T05:33:01.088-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Negative Capability - Keats</title><content type='html'>Negative Capability is a theory of the poet John Keats, expressed in his letter to George and Thomas Keats dated Sunday, 21 December 1817.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I had not a dispute but a disquisition with Dilke, on various subjects; several things dovetailed in my mind, &amp; at once it struck me, what quality went to form a Man of Achievement especially in literature &amp; which Shakespeare possessed so enormously - I mean Negative Capability, that is &lt;b&gt;when man is capable of being in uncertainties, Mysteries, doubts without any irritable reaching after fact &amp; reason.&lt;/b&gt;"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1043239285595012969-6409295296422587751?l=wordsthatmoveme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsthatmoveme.blogspot.com/feeds/6409295296422587751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1043239285595012969&amp;postID=6409295296422587751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1043239285595012969/posts/default/6409295296422587751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1043239285595012969/posts/default/6409295296422587751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsthatmoveme.blogspot.com/2007/05/negative-capability-keats.html' title='Negative Capability - Keats'/><author><name>Dunstan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13522273892481333821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3398/488/1600/dunstan.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1043239285595012969.post-5229817013024601689</id><published>2007-05-05T23:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T17:51:48.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gorgeous and Talented</title><content type='html'>"Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness, that most frightens us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, and fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a child of God. Your playing small doesn't serve the world. There's nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine, as children do. We are born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not just in some of us, it's in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from &lt;b&gt;"A Return To Love: Reflections on the Principles of A Course in Miracles" &lt;/b&gt;by Marianne Williamson. note: this quote was used by Nelson Mandella and is often mistakenly attributed to him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1043239285595012969-5229817013024601689?l=wordsthatmoveme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsthatmoveme.blogspot.com/feeds/5229817013024601689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1043239285595012969&amp;postID=5229817013024601689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1043239285595012969/posts/default/5229817013024601689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1043239285595012969/posts/default/5229817013024601689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsthatmoveme.blogspot.com/2007/05/gorgeous-and-talented.html' title='Gorgeous and Talented'/><author><name>Dunstan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13522273892481333821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3398/488/1600/dunstan.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1043239285595012969.post-8843070707045829201</id><published>2007-05-05T05:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T05:39:52.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Path With A Heart</title><content type='html'>"Anything is one of a million paths. Therefore you must always keep in mind that a path is only a path; if you feel you should not follow it, you must not stay with it under any conditions. To have such clarity you must lead a disciplined life. Only then will you know that any path is only a path, and there is not affront, to oneself or to others, in dropping it if that is what your heart tells you to do. But your decision to keep on the path or to leave it must be free of fear or ambition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I warn you. Look at every path closely and deliberately. Try it as many times as you think necessary. Then ask yourself, and yourself alone, one question. This question is one that only a very old person asks. My benefactor told me about it once when I was young, and my blood was too vigorous for me to understand it. Now I do understand it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will tell you what it is: Does this path have a heart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All paths are the same, they lead nowhere. They are paths going through the bush, or into the bush. In my own life I could say I have traversed long, long paths, but I am not anywhere. My benefactor's question has meaning now. "Does this path have a heart?" One makes you strong; the other weakens you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trouble is nobody asks the question: and when a person finally realizes that they have taken a path without heart, the path is ready to kill them. At that point very few people stop to deliberate and leave the path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A path without a heart is never enjoyable. You have to work hard even to take it. On the other hand, a path with heart is easy; it does not make you work at liking it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my part there is only the traveling on paths that have heart, on any path that may have heart. There I travel, and the only worthwhile challenge is to traverse its full length.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there I travel looking, looking, breathlessly."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From "The Teachings of Don Juan: A Yaqui Way of Knowledge" by Carlos Castaneda&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1043239285595012969-8843070707045829201?l=wordsthatmoveme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsthatmoveme.blogspot.com/feeds/8843070707045829201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1043239285595012969&amp;postID=8843070707045829201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1043239285595012969/posts/default/8843070707045829201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1043239285595012969/posts/default/8843070707045829201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsthatmoveme.blogspot.com/2007/05/path-with-heart-don-juan.html' title='The Path With A Heart'/><author><name>Dunstan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13522273892481333821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3398/488/1600/dunstan.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
