Reading your Heart
Never try to hide your secrets
from a person who can read your eyes
because the one who reads your eyes
is always an expert in reading your Heart.
~sms4smile Link to Google+
Never try to hide your secrets
from a person who can read your eyes
because the one who reads your eyes
is always an expert in reading your Heart.
~sms4smile Link to Google+
People fall in love
not knowing why or how.
It's so special a feeling that
does not require much answers.
You just love…
~sms4smile
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When emotions play their role
Heart cries…
When heart cries it does
not make any sound
and the person who listens
to the mute sound is called "FRIEND"
sms4smile
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by Venerable K. Sri Dhammananda

Juleeya B. Kong, 15, Sophomore at Lowell High School passed a way on January 1, 2015. Her grandma [right] looks very sad during her funeral service at the Glory Buddhist Temple on January 10, 2015.
A child comes into this world bringing joy and happiness unto all near and dear ones. Even the mother who had to bear extreme labour pains is pleased and delighted to behold her newborn child. She feels that all the trouble and pain borne by her ere well worth it. However, by crying, the child seems to suggest it too has its share of suffering for coming into this world. The child grows into and adolescent and later into an adult, performing all sorts of good and bad deeds. He eventually grows old and finally bids farewell to this sorrow. Such is the nature of existence of a human being. People try to evade and escape from the clutches of death but no one is able to do so. At the moment of death, they have their minds hovering over their hoard of acquired wealth, unduly worrying about their dear children surrounding them. Last but not least, they keep evincing much concern over their own precious bodies, which despite the tender care and attention, lavished by them are now worn out, decaying and exhausted. It grieves one’s heart to separate oneself from the body. It is the way most people take leave in this world – with moans and groans. The pangs of death are considered dreadful, an attitude fed by ignorance.
Weekend is
a wonderful opportunity
to take a rest,
to forgive,
to dream,
to smile
and to spend time
with Mother Nature.
~sms modified
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