1. Finally I'm home again

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    Biggest crowd ever at the Opposition Leader Sam Rainsy's public forum today. The most successful forum in USA. Many supporters came from very far a way, some came all the way from Canada, Florida, South Carolina, and California. The hall was full, not enough space to sit. Many participants had to stand.
  2. Everyone wants a perfect ending

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    Everyone wants a perfect ending. But over the years I’ve learned that some of the best poems don’t rhyme, and many great stories don’t have a clear beginning, middle, or end. Life is about not knowing, embracing change, and taking a moment and making the best of it without knowing what’s going to happen next. ~Marc and Angel
  3. What kind of killing does Buddha approve?

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    Buddha answered: there is only one thing: Anger

    As the Dhammapada says,
    If there’s no wound on the hand,
    that hand can hold poison.
    Poison won’t penetrate
    where there’s no wound.
    There’s no evil
    for those who don’t do it.

  4. Sunshine warms the gentle Earth

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    Sunshine gentle on my face,
    Sunshine, caressing, gentle, kind,
    Sunshine traveling, through endless miles of space,
    Sunshine forever on my mind.
    Sunshine warms the gentle Earth,
    Sunshine warms the seven seas,
    Sunshine chases sorrows, welcomes mirth,
    Sunshine does its very best to please.
     
    Poem title: Sunshine
    ~Written by Juan Olivarez
  5. I’m here again

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    Fame, power, and wealth can never put a smile on my face. Sitting flat on the grass, feeling some dirt from my Mother Earth, under shade of the trees, while watching a golden sunset, is my true inner peace. Seems like nothing else in this world interest me….
  6. You never know what people are going through

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    Nobody is perfect, and nobody deserves to be perfect. Nobody has it easy. You never know what people are going through. Every one of us has issues. So don’t belittle yourself or anyone else. Everybody is fighting their own unique war. ~Marc and Angel.
  7. The wings of hope carry us

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    Hope is a bird 
    With wonderful feathers 
    Sits on the boughs of the soul 
    And sings the song of how to be remain alive

    It sings when the dream breaks 
    It sings when overturn the ships 
    You are at the bottom and
    Far away is the beach
    At that time it teaches you
    How to ride from bottom to top 
    How to swim to reach to the beach 
    How to rebuild the broken wings of your dream

    Then you get an energy inform of a wind in the tune 
    To be alive strongly better than before
    And it will continue to sing till you want to listen.

    Poem title: Hope
    ~Written by  Abdul Wahab

Hermit of Tbeng Mountain

Sachjang Phnom Tbeng សច្ចំ​​ ភ្នំត្បែង is a very long and interesting story written by Mr. Chhea Sokoan, read by Jendhamuni Sos. You can click on the links below to listen. Part 1 | Part 2

List of Khmer songs