tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53993569191263457172008-07-22T23:41:47.521-04:00Only--ThisJ.http://www.blogger.com/profile/15701455338823885299noreply@blogger.comBlogger28125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5399356919126345717.post-57959876708815457752008-07-01T22:48:00.007-04:002008-07-01T23:57:49.018-04:00With Gratitude<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://yofa.net/gratitude.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 96px; height: 145px;" src="http://yofa.net/gratitude.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">In this story</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">of me</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">One can say</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">I am a lucky man.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">For I met a stranger</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">who clearly</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">relentlessly</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">and with great Compassion</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">pointed to a gift.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">A gift</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">that I had forgotten to open</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">for many....many years.</span><br /></span><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"></span>J.http://www.blogger.com/profile/15701455338823885299noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5399356919126345717.post-26647042289719388242008-06-26T12:24:00.015-04:002008-07-22T12:34:40.564-04:00Implode<div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" dir="ltr" align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span class="500071316-26062008"><br />I<span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> <span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">was listening to the endless chatter of mind and could feel how it feels like a me doing the chattering. Then I could feel what it felt like to feel I had control over the chattering or the voice. I watched the belief that I am in control of the voice in my head. How it really feels to feel like there is an "I" who has control.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">The whole me and control is bullshit . Its just another Santa clause! Just another experience taken to be real. This is really a cool thing.</span><br /><br /></span></span></div><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" ><span class="500071316-26062008" style="font-family:lucida grande;">And then to see that the" I knowing" is bullshit too.<br /><br /></span></span><div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" dir="ltr" align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span class="500071316-26062008">And then to see that this entire post is all just more mind dream stuff.<br /><br /></span></span></div> <div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" dir="ltr" align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"> </span></div> <div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" dir="ltr" align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span class="500071316-26062008">And to see that the mind dream stuff is just more mind dream stuff </span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span class="500071316-26062008">.....</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span class="500071316-26062008"><br /></span></span></div><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;" ><span class="500071316-26062008">A<span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">nd I have a front row seat</span></span></span><div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" dir="ltr" align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span class="500071316-26062008"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">watching</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">the whole thing implode on itself, ......all day long!!!!</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span></span></div> <div dir="ltr" align="left"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span class="500071316-26062008" style="font-family:lucida grande;"></span></span><br /></div>J.http://www.blogger.com/profile/15701455338823885299noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5399356919126345717.post-19918192060143739142008-06-19T10:48:00.004-04:002008-06-19T10:55:01.230-04:00I Shine<span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;" ><br />In a dark<br />endless ocean<br />of One....<br /><br />I Shine<br /><br />Lighting the One<br />with itself<br />to see itself..<br /><br />Shining</span>J.http://www.blogger.com/profile/15701455338823885299noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5399356919126345717.post-36587145871488358542008-05-31T10:08:00.005-04:002008-05-31T10:18:19.580-04:00Light<span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><br />The only thing that </span><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">separates</span><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"> me from you...</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">is a thought.</span></span>J.http://www.blogger.com/profile/15701455338823885299noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5399356919126345717.post-85686578041625195562008-05-16T18:24:00.005-04:002008-05-19T14:55:41.510-04:00My World<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.deskpicture.com/DPs/Nature/WoodsnRunRays.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 135px;" src="http://www.deskpicture.com/DPs/Nature/WoodsnRunRays.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;" >Lost in thought....<br />Lost in an endless story<br />of me,<br />of the world,<br />of you.<br /><br />Lost<br />no more.<br /><br />I am<br />Here.<br />I am<br />Now.<br />I am<br />Aware.<br /><br />Watching me<br />lost in a endless story<br />of me,<br />of the world,<br /><br />of you.</span>J.http://www.blogger.com/profile/15701455338823885299noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5399356919126345717.post-21087684285661109382008-05-07T13:02:00.002-04:002008-05-07T13:24:43.802-04:00One<span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" >On the dark side of the moon,<br />three feet under the ground,<br />is a rock.<br /><br />Whatever is doing that rock.....<br /><br />Is doing you.</span>J.http://www.blogger.com/profile/15701455338823885299noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5399356919126345717.post-67448850582640559032008-05-07T12:28:00.007-04:002008-05-07T12:48:27.263-04:00The Love That Is<span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;" >God..........<br />All I see is you.<br /><br />God...........<br />All I know is you.<br /><br />God..........<br />All there is... is you.<br /><br />God..........<br />I<br />am<br />you</span>J.http://www.blogger.com/profile/15701455338823885299noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5399356919126345717.post-43189687818411485112008-03-15T18:35:00.003-04:002008-03-15T18:46:34.935-04:00Circus<span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">Really, </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"> The greatest show on Earth is looking out your eyes!</span><br /></span>J.http://www.blogger.com/profile/15701455338823885299noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5399356919126345717.post-63765645447727503302008-03-14T12:11:00.006-04:002008-03-15T18:34:21.416-04:00Orion's Belt<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.kerryastronomyclub.com/graphics/deepsky/orion-1m.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 152px; height: 161px;" src="http://www.kerryastronomyclub.com/graphics/deepsky/orion-1m.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Standing on a warm beach,</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">I look up into the night sky</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">in awe of the sheer vastness and greatness of it all.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Listening to the night air.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Smelling the great Ocean.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">I feel the sand beneath my feet</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">and sense all that can be experienced</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">here and now.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">My mind lulled quiet by the waves....</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">In that moment..</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">It was clearly seen</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">that this is nothing in comparison to the greatest wonder of them all.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"> The wonder that Knows.</span></span>J.http://www.blogger.com/profile/15701455338823885299noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5399356919126345717.post-35811776259448804482008-02-01T12:12:00.000-05:002008-02-01T12:14:33.407-05:00Great Laughter<span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" >There is no me...<br />There is <span style="font-style: italic;">only</span> me.<br /></span>J.http://www.blogger.com/profile/15701455338823885299noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5399356919126345717.post-8089980688351342842008-01-31T08:54:00.000-05:002008-01-31T18:12:21.945-05:00All<span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">I,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">You,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Us,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Them,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Yes,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">No,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">In,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Out,<br />Love,<br />Hate,<br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">This,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">That,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">.......</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;">All</span></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"> God.</span>J.http://www.blogger.com/profile/15701455338823885299noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5399356919126345717.post-62529741743355814882008-01-27T16:08:00.000-05:002008-01-27T16:23:07.287-05:00Nothing without you.<span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" >Without you.<br />Within you.<br />Around you.<br />Beside you.<br />No you.<br />All you.<br /><br />Never. Not for a split second.<br />Has it been...Not you.<br /><br />You are it <span style="font-style: italic;">ALL</span>.</span>J.http://www.blogger.com/profile/15701455338823885299noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5399356919126345717.post-26213052823094951082008-01-27T15:35:00.000-05:002008-01-27T15:59:47.300-05:00Miracle<span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" >This play that is happening in you is a absolute miracle.<br />How mind blowing complex....<br />And so utterly simple you are.<br />You are so complete .<br />You are home....always home.<br />Here.<br />Now.<br />Awake.<br />Everything moving in you, and never moving you.<br />You are the light and what the light appears in.<br /><br />Its all you.<br /><br />It always has been just you.<br />You <span style="font-style: italic;">are</span> the love...<br /><br />You...<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">are</span> the miracle.<br /></span>J.http://www.blogger.com/profile/15701455338823885299noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5399356919126345717.post-14872241135531486982008-01-25T10:45:00.000-05:002008-01-25T16:58:15.425-05:00Free<span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;" ><br />A blazing fire<br />on a star and moonlit beach,<br />I dance around.<br /><br />Waving my arms towards<br />the sky..<br />I chant and sing.<br /><br />Free.<br /><br />Knowing.....<br />I am the fire.</span>J.http://www.blogger.com/profile/15701455338823885299noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5399356919126345717.post-13448363524057225782008-01-19T20:50:00.000-05:002008-01-19T22:17:26.542-05:00All I know is This<span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;" >All I really have ever known is This.<br />This realized dream is all I have ever known.<br />In this dream I can see a doer and seer.<br />In this dream , the dreamer can see the dream.<br />Reality......Dream.......Its all the same.<br />Anything one can realize is still the dream.<br />......................<br />Something knows this.........<br /><br />Is this something that knows this still the dream and how do we really know....<br />......................<br />This dream is both real and unreal. Don't you see....<br /><br />42 Years of knowing has shattered into unknowing.....<br /><br />and what sees the fragments.<br /><br /></span>J.http://www.blogger.com/profile/15701455338823885299noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5399356919126345717.post-48294864964334531322008-01-10T11:40:00.001-05:002008-01-10T20:17:50.874-05:00What would it be like.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.mountwashington.org/photos/journal/2006/12/1898-450.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 169px; height: 133px;" src="http://www.mountwashington.org/photos/journal/2006/12/1898-450.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;" ><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">What if somehow it was realized, all that is ever witnessed </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">is this moment</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">, and this moment is both real and unreal.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">What if it was realized that "</span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">I</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">" am both real and unreal.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">What if it was realized that </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">everything</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"> is both real and unreal.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">What if it was realized that </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">this realization itself</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"> is both real and unreal.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">What would it be like</span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">....</span><br /></span>J.http://www.blogger.com/profile/15701455338823885299noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5399356919126345717.post-54859290836331844232008-01-04T18:36:00.000-05:002008-01-10T12:09:08.260-05:00So now what....<span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;" ><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">So I have somehow seen that I have no idea what is going on. All I have to figure anything out with is my own mind. And what exactly is my mind? It is seen to be another concept of my mind. So all is mind. EVERYTHING IS MY MIND!! Even that knowing presence or seeing or whatever is watching is also just more mind stuff. What ever I think or say or do or believe or not believe or know or not know is all MIND. No way out or in because that is also mind. Even "THAT" is just more mind! The sense that "I am That" is also mind stuff. The sense of I or Oneness is also mind! This present moment or the Now is my mind. Anything and everything I or not I could ever come up with is ALL MY MIND! </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">So now what......</span><br /></span>J.http://www.blogger.com/profile/15701455338823885299noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5399356919126345717.post-4064013895101343942007-12-27T12:40:00.000-05:002007-12-27T12:47:32.220-05:00A quote by Randall Friend<span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;" >"What I am is just this shining presence, the open space in which all this "stuff" happens. I am never touched by any of it! I don't change, I can't think, I can't use words or make decisions, I can't feel or speak. I simply watch.<br /><br />I have no body with which to feel, to move around. I have no mind to store memories, to accumulate time, to run off into the future seeking some goal.<br /><br />I have no goals, I have no life, I have no self. All these appear in what I am!<br /><br />I am simple, ordinary, everyday awareness."<br /></span>J.http://www.blogger.com/profile/15701455338823885299noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5399356919126345717.post-55178335314998918322007-12-09T21:15:00.000-05:002007-12-09T22:27:40.082-05:00Wind<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.mountwashington.org/photos/journal/2006/11/1882-450.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 171px; height: 129px;" src="http://www.mountwashington.org/photos/journal/2006/11/1882-450.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;" >I am being slowly worn down<br />by the wind.<br />Sometimes it is gentle and warm<br />with the smell of spring.<br /><br />Other times...<br /><br />It is painful and strong,<br />sand filled and cold.<br /><br />Either way<br />I am being slowly worn down<br />by the wind.<br />Until all that remains is<br />wind.<br /></span>J.http://www.blogger.com/profile/15701455338823885299noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5399356919126345717.post-65053179796322705662007-12-09T20:52:00.000-05:002007-12-09T21:04:37.210-05:00I don't know<span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;" >I can honestly say that I don't know anything.<br /><br />but....<br /><br />Something knows that.</span>J.http://www.blogger.com/profile/15701455338823885299noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5399356919126345717.post-84376257672029440552007-11-29T12:45:00.000-05:002007-11-30T14:39:02.741-05:00Forgiveness<span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;" >Growing up in a strict Catholic home, I heard a lot about forgiveness. But I never really understood it. I learned that I have to forgive people of wrong doing, or pray to God for forgiveness of my sins.<br /><br />Why? I thought.<br /><br />Lately, A new light is shining on that word.<br />It is seen that what I am, IS forgiveness.<br />All there is, IS forgiveness.<br />Every new moment...<br />Forgiveness.</span>J.http://www.blogger.com/profile/15701455338823885299noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5399356919126345717.post-66024742107525906122007-11-26T22:26:00.000-05:002007-11-26T23:01:02.735-05:00Storms<span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" >Sitting here, it's quiet.<br />Just the humm of a distant thought..<br />Another thunderstorm<br />come and gone.<br />and all that's left is the smell of<br />sweet rain....</span>J.http://www.blogger.com/profile/15701455338823885299noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5399356919126345717.post-4873187606198167202007-11-24T21:15:00.000-05:002007-11-24T21:30:29.657-05:00Simple<span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:georgia;">Can you believe that everything you perceive is That?</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">That <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Ising</span>.</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Sitting here in front of a warm late November fire,</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">It again is realized that EVERYTHING is That.</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Every person you have ever met is being <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Issed</span> right now.</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">By That.</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Thoughts about long lost loves and friends and family spill <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">thru</span> my mind.</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Wow, they are all That too.</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">How simple.</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">No story.......Just this.</span></span>J.http://www.blogger.com/profile/15701455338823885299noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5399356919126345717.post-56700934518650880822007-11-24T21:04:00.000-05:002007-11-24T21:40:09.607-05:00How is it possible<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hT-ZFP8uXvU/R0jgMOThjBI/AAAAAAAAABA/WWhef6ot4MA/s1600-h/DSCN1220.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 158px; height: 118px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hT-ZFP8uXvU/R0jgMOThjBI/AAAAAAAAABA/WWhef6ot4MA/s200/DSCN1220.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136601875619089426" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" >How is it possible </span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" > That you are.</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" >How did I miss that you were</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" >never away from me.<br /><br />Never.<br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" >How is it that I see you</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" > everywhere.</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" >How is it possible that I am you</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">and you are me.</span><br /></span><br /></span>J.http://www.blogger.com/profile/15701455338823885299noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5399356919126345717.post-42778641174471350332007-11-21T14:18:00.001-05:002007-11-21T14:39:58.809-05:00Shovel<div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;"><span class="631300222-16112007" style="font-size:130%;">With a shovel</span></div> <div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;"><span class="631300222-16112007" style="font-size:130%;">I dig in sand.</span></div> <div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;"><span class="631300222-16112007" style="font-size:130%;">With each throw....not this....not that.</span></div> <div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;"><span class="631300222-16112007" style="font-size:130%;">Yet the sand fills the</span></div> <div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;"><span class="631300222-16112007" style="font-size:130%;">hole again.</span></div> <div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;"><span class="631300222-16112007" style="font-size:130%;">Until the shovel is thrown away,</span></div> <div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;"><span class="631300222-16112007" style="font-size:130%;">And I am</span></div> <div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;"><span class="631300222-16112007" style="font-size:130%;">buried by</span><span class="631300222-16112007" style="font-size:130%;"> </span></div> <div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;"><span class="631300222-16112007" style="font-size:130%;">Love</span></div>J.http://www.blogger.com/profile/15701455338823885299noreply@blogger.com