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Saturday, 21 August 2004
김추자 - 님은 먼곳에

사랑한다고 말할걸 그랬지 님이 아니면 못산다할것을
사랑한다고 말할걸 그랬지 망설이다가 가버린 사람

마음주고 눈물주고 꿈도 주고 멀어져갔네
님은 먼곳에 영원히 먼곳에 망설이다가 님은 먼곳에

사랑한다고 말할걸 그랬지 망설이다가 가버린 사람
마음주고 눈물주고 꿈도 주고 멀어져갔네 님은 먼곳에
영원히 먼곳에 망설이다가 님은 먼곳에

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Saturday, 14 August 2004
장현 - 미련

내 마음이 가는 그곳에 너무나도 그리운 사람
갈 수 없는 먼 곳이기에 그리움만 더하는 사람

코스모스 길을 따라서 끝이 없이 생각할 때에
보고 싶어 가고 싶어서 슬퍼지는 내 마음이여

미련 없이 잊으려 해도 너무 나도 그리운 사람
가을 하늘 드높은 곳에 내 사연을 전해 볼까나

기약한 날 우리 없는데 지나간 날 그리워 하네
먼 훗날에 돌아온다면 변함없이 다정하리라

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Saturday, 7 August 2004
김건모 - 미련

그대가 나를 떠나고 혼자라는 사실때문에
얼마나 많은 밤을 숨죽여 살아 왔는지
오늘도 비는 내려와 젖어 드는 너의 생각에
아무소용없는 기다림이 부담스러워

보고싶어서 눈을 뜰수가 없어.
살아있는 순간조차 힘겨우니까..
이젠 버릴수도 없어 널 그리는 습관들..
나 그만 지쳐 잠들것 같아..

잊을수 있을것 같다 스스로 위안도 하지만..
버리고 버려도 끝이 없는 너의 그리움~

보고 싶어서 눈을 뜰수가 없어.
살아 있는순간조차 힘겨우니까..
이젠 버릴수도 없어 널 그리는 습관들..
나 그만 지쳐 잠들것 같아.

오오~미워했었어 나를 떠난 그대를..
보고 싶어 미워지는 내맘을 알까
이젠 버릴수도 없어 널 그리는 습관들
나 그만 지쳐 잠들것 같아. 우~~

잊을수 있을것 같다 스스로 위안도 하지만..
버리고 버려도 끝이 없는 너의 그리움~

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Saturday, 31 July 2004
Buddhist Prayers

Universal Love Aspiration


Through the working of Great Compassion
in their hearts,
May all beings have happiness
and the causes of happiness,
May all be free from sorrow
and the causes of sorrow;
May all never be separated from the
sacred happiness, which is sorrowless;
And may all live in equanimity,
Without too much attachment
and too much aversion;
and live believing in the equality of
all that lives. Namo Amida Buddha



Daily Affirmation Prayer


Entrusting in the Primal Vow of Buddha,
Calling out the Buddha-name,
I shall pass through the journey of life with strength and joy.

Revering the Light of Buddha,
Reflecting upon my imperfect self,
I shall proceed to live a life of gratitude.

Following the Teachings of Buddha,
Listening to the Right Path,
I shall share the True Dharma with all.

Rejoicing in the compassion of Buddha,
Respecting and aiding all sentient beings,
I shall work towards the welfare of society and the world.



Golden Chain Prayer


We are a link in Amidas golden chain
of love that stretches around the world.
We will keep our link bright and strong.

We will be kind and gentle to every living thing and
protect all who are weaker than ourselves.

We will think pure and beautiful thoughts,
say pure and beautiful words,
and do pure and beautiful deeds.

May every link in Amidas chain of love be bright and strong,
and may we all attain perfect peace. Namo Amida Buddha.



Prayer for Light


O Amida, I enjoin my hands and pray to you,
who resides in every quarter, direction and within my heart.
Let your Primal Vow kindle the Light of Dharma in all beings,
for those who grope bewildered in the gloom of sorrow.
Namo Amida Buddha.



Refuge Prayer


O Amida, I take refuge in you,
Ocean of Oneness, Eternal Life and Light;
Entrusting with my whole heart and mind
In your Primal Vow;
I am empowered by you to live a full, Compassionate and creative life,
I dedicate myself to the service of all beings,
Striving to help others realize,
Their human potential and Enlightenment;
May your Teachings guide me
Throughout the day, in my relationships, work and play. Namo Amida Buddha



Metta Karuna Prayer


O Amida,
Oneness of Life and Light,
Entrusting in your Great Compassion,
May you shed the foolishness in myself,
Transforming me into a conduit of Love.
May I be a medicine for the sick and weary,
Nursing their afflictions until they are cured;
May I become food and drink,
During time of famine,
May I protect the helpless and the poor,
May I be a lamp,
For those who need your Light,
May I be a bed for those who need rest,
and guide all seekers to the Other Shore.
May all find happiness through my actions,
and let no one suffer because of me.
Whether they love or hate me,
Whether they hurt or wrong me,
May they all obtain true entrusting,
Through Other Power,
and realize Supreme Nirvana.
Namo Amida Buddha



Buddhist Mealtime Prayer


This food is the gift of the whole universe,
Each morsel is a sacrifice of life,
May I be worthy to receive it.
May the energy in this food,
Give me the strength,
To transform my unwholesome qualities
into wholesome ones.

I am grateful for this food,
May I realize the Path of Awakening,
For the sake of all beings.
Namo Amida Buddha.


(from http://buddhistfaith.tripod.com/buddhistprayer/id2.html)

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Saturday, 24 July 2004
Everybody's Free To Wear Sunscreen by Mary Schmich

From a newspaper column written by Mary Schmich, a columnist for The
Chicago Tribune, who said she wrote it "while high on coffee and M&Ms"
on May 31, 1997.


Ladies and gentlemen of the class of '97:

Wear sunscreen.

If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it.
The long-term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists,
whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own
meandering experience. I will dispense this advice now.

Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth. Oh, never mind. You will not
understand the power and beauty of your youth until they've faded. But
trust me, in 20 years, you'll look back at photos of yourself and recall
in a way you can't grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how
fabulous you really looked. You are not as fat as you imagine.

Don't worry about the future. Or worry, but know that worrying is as
effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubble gum.
The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed
your worried mind, the kind that blindside you at 4 pm on some idle
Tuesday.

Do one thing every day that scares you.

Sing.

Don't be reckless with other people's hearts. Don't put up with people
who are reckless with yours.

Floss.

Don't waste your time on jealousy. Sometimes you're ahead, sometimes
you're behind. The race is long and, in the end, it's only with
yourself.

Remember compliments you receive. Forget the insults. If you succeed in
doing this, tell me how.

Keep your old love letters. Throw away your old bank statements.

Stretch.

Don't feel guilty if you don't know what you want to do with your life.
The most interesting people I know didn't know at 22 what they wanted to
do with their lives. Some of the most interesting 40-year-olds I know
still don't.

Get plenty of calcium. Be kind to your knees. You'll miss them when
they're gone.

Maybe you'll marry, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll have children, maybe
you won't. Maybe you'll divorce at 40, maybe you'll dance the funky
chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary. Whatever you do, don't
congratulate yourself too much, or berate yourself either. Your choices
are half chance. So are everybody else's.

Enjoy your body. Use it every way you can. Don't be afraid of it or of
what other people think of it. It's the greatest instrument you'll ever
own.

Dance, even if you have nowhere to do it but your living room.

Read the directions, even if you don't follow them.

Do not read beauty magazines. They will only make you feel ugly.

Get to know your parents. You never know when they'll be gone for good.
Be nice to your siblings. They're your best link to your past and the
people most likely to stick with you in the future.

Understand that friends come and go, but with a precious few you should
hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle,
because the older you get, the more you need the people who knew you
when you were young.

Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard. Live in
Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft. Travel.

Accept certain inalienable truths: Prices will rise. Politicians will
philander. You, too, will get old. And when you do, you'll fantasize
that when you were young, prices were reasonable, politicians were noble
and children respected their elders.

Respect your elders.

Don't expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund.
Maybe you'll have a wealthy spouse. But you never know when either one
might run out.

Don't mess too much with your hair or by the time you're 40 it will look
85.

Be careful whose advice you buy, but be patient with those who supply
it. Advice is a form of nostalgia. Dispensing it is a way of fishing the
past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and
recycling it for more than it's worth.

But trust me on the sunscreen.

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Sunday, 18 July 2004
The Giving Tree by Shel Silverstein

Once there was a giving tree who loved a little boy.
And everyday the boy would come to play
Swinging from the branches, sleeping in the shade
Laughing all the summer's hours away.
And so they love,
Oh, the tree was happy.
Oh, the tree was glad.

But soon the boy grew older and one day he came and said,
"Can you give me some money, tree, to buy something I've found?"
"I have no money," said the tree, "Just apples, twigs and leaves."
"But you can take my apples, boy, and sell them in the town."
And so he did and
Oh, the tree was happy.
Oh, the tree was glad.

But soon again the boy came back and he said to the tree,
"I'm now a man and I must have a house that's all my home."
"I can't give you a house" he said, "The forest is my house."
"But you may cut my branches off and build yourself a home"
And so he did.
Oh, the tree was happy.
Oh, the tree was glad.

And time went by and the boy came back with sadness in his eyes.
"My life has turned so cold," he says, "and I need sunny days."
"I've nothing but my trunk," he says, "But you can cut it down
And build yourself a boat and sail away."
And so he did and
Oh, the tree was happy.
Oh, the tree was glad.

And after years the boy came back, both of them were old.
"I really cannot help you if you ask for another gift."
"I'm nothing but an old stump now. I'm sorry but I've nothing more to give"
"I do not need very much now, just a quiet place to rest,"
The boy, he whispered, with a weary smile.
"Well", said the tree, "An old stump is still good for that."
"Come, boy", he said, "Sit down, sit down and rest a while."
And so he did and
Oh, the trees was happy.
Oh, the tree was glad.

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Saturday, 10 July 2004
Mercedes Sosa - Solo le Pido a Dios

words and music by Leon Gieco

Solo le pido a Dios
Que el dolor no me sea indiferente,
Que la reseca Muerta no me encuentre
Vacio y solo sin haber hecho lo suficiente.

Solo le pido a Dios
Que lo injusto no me sea indiferente,
Que no me abofeteen la otra mejilla
Despues que una garra me ara?o esta suerte.

Solo le pido a Dios
Que la guerra no me sea indiferente,
Es un monstruo grande y pisa fuerte
Toda la pobre inocencia de la gente.
Es un monstruo grande y pisa fuerte
Toda la pobre inocencia de la gente.

[solo de Armonica]

Solo le pido a Dios
Que el enga?o no me sea indiferente
Si un traidor puede mas que unos cuantos,
Que esos cantos no lo olviden facilmente.

Solo le pido a Dios
Que el futuro no me sea indiferente,
Desahuciado esta el que tiene que marchar
A vivir una cultura diferente.

Solo le pido a Dios
Que la guerra no me sea indiferente,
Es un monstruo grande y pisa fuerte
Toda la pobre inocencia de la gente.
Es un monstruo grande y pisa fuerte
Toda la pobre inocencia de la gente.

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I ask God
Only that I not be indifferent to pain
That it not slap me on the other cheek
After its claws have scarred my future.

I ask God
Only that I not be indifferent to injustice
That the dry shell of death not find me empty
And alone before I have done enough.

I ask God
Only that I not be indifferent to war
The huge monster that crushes
Poor innocents into the ground.

I ask God
Only that I not be indifferent to the future
Hopeless is he who must flee
To live in a strange land.

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Saturday, 3 July 2004
The Invitation by Oriah Mountain Dreamer

It doesn't interest me what you do for a living.
I want to know what you ache for
and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart's longing.

It doesn't interest me how old you are.
I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool
for love
for your dream
for the adventure of being alive.

It doesn't interest me what planets are squaring your moon...
I want to know if you have touched the centre of your own sorrow
if you have been opened by life's betrayals
or have become shrivelled and closed
from fear of further pain.

I want to know if you can sit with pain
mine or your own
without moving to hide it
or fade it
or fix it.

I want to know if you can be with joy
mine or your own
if you can dance with wildness
and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes
without cautioning us to
be careful
be realistic
remember the limitations of being human.

It doesn't interest me if the story you are telling me
is true.
I want to know if you can
disappoint another
to be true to yourself.
If you can bear the accusation of betrayal
and not betray your own soul.
If you can be faithless
and therefore trustworthy.

I want to know if you can see Beauty
even when it is not pretty
every day.
And if you can source your own life
from its presence.

I want to know if you can live with failure
yours and mine
and still stand at the edge of the lake
and shout to the silver of the full moon,
"Yes."

It doesn't interest me
to know where you live or how much money you have.
I want to know if you can get up
after the night of grief and despair
weary and bruised to the bone
and do what needs to be done
to feed the children.

It doesn't interest me who you know
or how you came to be here.
I want to know if you will stand
in the centre of the fire
with me
and not shrink back.

It doesn't interest me where or what or with whom
you have studied.
I want to know what sustains you
from the inside
when all else falls away.

I want to know if you can be alone
with yourself
and if you truly like the company you keep
in the empty moments.

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Saturday, 26 June 2004
이브 - 너 그럴때면 ♬

울고 싶을 때 너무나 속상할 때 친구들이 너의 마음을 몰라줄 때

많이 힘들 때 주저 않고 싶을 때 집으로 가는 길이 멀게만 느낄 때


그럴 땐 나를 생각해 너 초라해진대도 세상이 다 너를 외면한대도

나는 널 위해 사는걸 정말 널 위해 사는걸 내가 처음 고백한 그 날부터 언제 까지나

나를 알겠니 넌 혼자가 아니야 알 수 있다면 다시는 슬퍼하지마


그럴 땐 나를 생각해 너 초라해진대도 세상이 다 너를 외면한대도

나는 널 위해 사는걸 정말 널 위해 사는걸 내가 처음 고백한 그 날부터 언제 까지나

나는 널 위해 사는걸 정말 널 위해 사는걸 내가 처음 고백한 그 날부터 언제 까지나


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Saturday, 19 June 2004
결혼하고 싶은 여자 - 이신영 어록 모음

♥서른살 넘게 살다 보니 삶의 지혜도 얻게 됩니다. 인생엔 견뎌야 할 때가 있다는 것. 눈보라 친다고 해서 웅크리고 서있으면 얼어 죽는다는 것. 눈비바람 맞으면서도 걷고 또 걸어 가야 한다는 것! 처절한 고통의 현장에서 눈물콧물 흘리는 이신영이었습니다

♥기상청 발표 오늘의 날씨. 세 여인의 인생은 저기압의 영향을 받아 구름끼고 흐리며 간간이 천둥번개를 동반한 소나기도 내리고 있습니다. 과연 그 무엇이 고기압을 몰아다 햇살을 비춰줄 수 있을지.. 우리 인생의 비는 언제쯤 그칠까요?

♥계절의 여왕 5월에 살을에고 뼛속을 후벼파는 한파가 밀려옵니다...
사랑은 떠났고 봄은 오지않습니다...
시베리아 벌판을 헤매는 마음 이쓸쓸함에 얼어서 영원히 냉동보관되면 어찌할까요...
하늘하늘 날리는 꽃잎이 엄동설한의 눈발로 보이는 현장에서 심장에 동상걸린 이신영입니다

♥기다리는 건 왜 오지 않을까. 새로운 남자가 나타나길 기다림, 강도가 덮쳐 주길 기다림. .기다리는 건 오지 않습니다. 그럼 언제 오나요? 기다리지 않을 때. 기다리지 않기를 다짐하는 현장에서 ... 그래도 혹시 기다려보는... 이신영입니다.

♥소중한 건 떠나고, 기다리는 건 오지 않고, 바라지 않던 일은 내게 찾아옵니다. 겨울이 가면 이렇게 봄이 오는데, 사랑이 떠난 자리엔 어찌하여 또 다른 사랑이 오기도 하고, 영영 슬픔으로만 가득하기도 한 것일까요. 누군가 내게 인생의 해법을 건네주었으면 하고 바라는...쓸쓸한 봄날의 이신영입니다.

♥가지 않은 길에 대한 동경과 환상은 지금 내가 걷고 있는 이 길에서의 행복을 느끼지 못하게 만듭니다. 나는 이제 다른 길에 대한 미련을 버렸습니다. 지금 걷고 있는 우리의 이 길도 아름답다는 걸 깨달은 현장에서, 세상 떠난 동창의 명복을 비는 이신영입니다.

♥또 다른 세상이 있을지도 모른다는 생각이 들었습니다. 인생이 끝나면 무엇을 해야할까요? 다시 시작하면 됩니다! 동트는 아침, 새로운 인생을 다짐하는 현장에서, 심장이 뛰고 있는 이신영입니다.

♥내 인생이 짙은 안개에 휩싸였습니다. 앞이 내다보이질 않고, 가다가 낭떠러지를 만날지도 모른다는 두려움에 눈물납니다. 하지만 저 멀리 보이는 불빛하나! 이대로 주저앉을 수 없다는 오기와, 나는 해낼 수 있다는 믿음..그것이 저만치서 반짝이는 지금 내 인생의 등대입니다. 돌부리에 채여넘어지고 불빛이 멀어보여도 난 뛰고 또 뛰겠다고 다시 한번 다짐하는 이신영입니다.

♥내일은 해가 뜰까요. 뜰꺼라 믿습니다. 그럼 천둥번개 비바람치는 오늘밤엔 무엇을 해야할까요. 해가 뜬 내일, 잘 달릴 수 있도록 튼튼한 운동화를 준비하고, 마실 물도 준비해야죠. 그리고 무엇보다 중요한건 내일은 반드시 해가 뜬다는 믿음! 인생이 끝났을땐 다시 시작하면 됩니다.

♥사랑이 찾아온 것 같습니다..끝을 모르고 떨어지던 낭떠러지 맨 밑바닥에, 푹신한 실크쿳션이 깔려있을지도 모르는게 인생입니다. 사랑이 찾아왔습니다. 행복합니다. 하지만 지금 난 일을 찾아야합니다. 일을 찾으면 또 사랑이 떠날까요.. 아뇨아뇨 앞서 걱정하지 않기로 했습니다.

♥대한민국 몇퍼센트가 속고사는것일까..
내아내가..내남편이 날 사랑하고있다고,내아내나 남편의 눈동자 그너머에 , 다른 사랑을 향한 애뜻함이 도사리고 있다면...사랑한다며 건내주는 꽃다발속에 내목덜미를 물어버린 독사한마리가 숨겨져 있다면....결혼한 옛날 애인이 술취한 목소리로 걸어오는 전화를 매일밤 얼마나 많은 여자들이 받고있는지...가장 가까운 그이 아내만 모르고 있습니다...
가지않는 길에 대한 동경과 환상은 지금 내가 걷고있는 이길에서의 행복을 느끼지 못하게 만듭니다...
나는 이제 다른 길에 대한 미련을 버렸습니다..
지금 걷고 있는 우리의 이길도 아름답다는걸 깨달은 현장에서 세상떠난 동창의 명복을 비는 이신영입니다...


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