All four elements were happening in equal measure - the cuisine, the wine, the service, and the overall ambience. It taught me that dining could happen at a spiritual level.
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That Joke Isnt Funny Anymore
Park the car at the side of the road
You should know
Times tide will smother you
And I will too
When you laugh about people who feel so
Very lonely
Their only desire is to die
Well, Im afraid
It doesnt make me smile
I wish I could laugh
But that joke isnt funny anymore
Its too close to home
And its too near the bone
Its too close to home
And its too near the bone
More than youll ever know ...
Kick them when they fall down
Kick them when they fall down
You kick them when they fall down
Kick them when they fall down
You kick them when they fall down
Kick them when they fall down
You kick them when they fall down
Kick them when they fall down
It was dark as I drove the point home
And on cold leather seats
Well, it suddenly struck me
I just might die with a smile on my
Face after all
Ive seen this happen in other peoples
Lives
And now its happening in mine
Ive seen this happen in other peoples
Lives
And now its happening in mine
Ive seen this happen in other peoples
Lives
And now its happening in mine
Ive seen this happen in other peoples
Lives
And now its happening in mine
Oh ...
Ive seen this happen in other peoples
Lives
Oh ...
And now its happening in mine
Happening in mine
Happening in mine
Happening in mine
Happening in mine
Ive seen this happen in other peoples
Lives
Oh ...
And now, now, now its happening in mine
(Ive seen this happen)
Happening in mine
Oh... now, now
Ive seen this happen in other peoples
Lives
Oh ...
And now its happening in mine
(happen)
Happening in mine
Oh ...
Happening in mine
Happening in mine
Happening in mine
Ive seen this happen in other peoples
Lives
Oh ...
And now, now, now its happening in mine
Happening in mine
Mine, mine
Happening in mine
song performed by by Smiths
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Nothings Happening By The Sea
Salty river
Falls asleep in the bay
Always gets there
Never early, never late
Nothings happening
Nothings happening by the sea
White waves tumble down
And gently roll back into blue
On wooden seats outside the bar
The couples make their rendezvous
Nothings happening
Nothings happening by the sea
The trouble has been found
Theres too far ups and too many downs
I found a level that feels just right
Theres no mistaking where Im going tonight
Nothings happening
Nothings happening by the sea
song performed by by Chris Rea
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Purity of heart will not make us poor. The exaltation of poverty as a spiritual virtue is of the ego, not the spirit. A person acting from a motivation of contribution and service rises to such a level of moral authority, that worldly success is a natural result. Give all your gifts away in service to the world. If you want to paint, don’t wait for a grant. Paint a wall in your town that looks drab and uninviting. You never know who’s going to see that wall. Whatever it is you want to do, give it away in service to your community.
quote by Marianne Williamson
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Danger Zone
I can't imagine how hard it must be, to be you
Adopting all your history, it's hard being me too
Are your secrets where you left them
Cause now your ghosts are mine as well
I think it's time I met them and I think it's time you tell
And you should have told me when you met me
All these things I should know
I should have asked, we should have talked
About this so long ago
It's not fair, it's not fair
And don't leave me here
How's this happening to me
It feels so lonely here
We are in a mess, a danger zone
What will happen next, you never know
We are in a mess, a danger zone
What will happen next, you never know
Now we share the closet, now you've let me come inside
And now you're finally undressing, and I feel like I might die
The damage is infectious, the confession is too late
And how can I accept this
How is this happening to me
It's not fair, it's not fair
And I come up for air
How's this happening to me
It feels so lonely here
We are in a mess, a danger zone
What will happen next, you never know
We are in a mess, a danger zone
What will happen next, you never know
You never know
You never know
All of your secrets
All your lies, all of it
We are in a mess, a danger zone
What will happen next, you never know
We are in a mess, a danger zone
What will happen next, you never know
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song performed by by Gwen Stefani
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Are You & Me Gonna Happen
Are you and me gonna happen
Are you and me gonna happen soon
The gods smiled hard down upon
The love thats shared
Heavens awaiting those who dare
Are you and me gonna happen
Are you and me gonna happen soon
A sweeter feeling I cant guess will ever be
A truer union I cant see
I dont know how much more I can take
I will run through th streets
Ill howl at the moon
If you and me can not be happening soon
Are you and me gonna happen soon
Are you and me gonna happen soon
song performed by by Eels
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The Geetha contradicts.
What happened has happened.
What is happening is happening.
What would happen will happen.
What had been yours, to weep over the loss?
What have you brought to squander as
yours?
What you have got has been got here.
What is yours was another’s yesterday
And would be someone’s tomorrow. Krishnan in the Geetha thus teaches us.
Why did he encourage war between
Cousins, helping one side against the other?
15.01.2004
[The Geetha to Vedic Philosophy is the Bible to Chritisns. It is rendered in the Epic Mahabharatha]
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Nothing can happen nowhere. The locale of the happening always colours the happening, and often, to a degree, shapes it.
quote by Elizabeth Bowen
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If 1 And 2 Were Equal
If 1 and 2 were equal
we'd have as many hearts as fists
If 1 and 2 were equal
we'd have confused shopping lists
If 1 and 2 were equal
there'd be less phone numbers to dial
If 1 and 2 were equal
noon would surely last a while
If 1 and 2 were equal
there'd be a nose under each eye
If 1 and 2 were equal
you couldn't say no to 'you and I? '
If 1 and 2 were equal
I think I'd be much more happy
'cause if 1 and 2 were equal
I would not be so lonely
poem by John W. McEwers
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It is not going to be easy any more
It is not going to be easy any more
Is what we all cry
And it was also the cry of our parents
Look back
It was only your perception that
It is not going to be easy any more
It all happens as designed by nature
All that happen, we should know
Have a reason behind
Many a time we wonder
Why this happened
We wonder because
We are ignorant
You become enlightened
Once you stop wondering
And just get to know the
Reasons behind a happening
So that similar happenings
Can be prevented, if unpleasant
But, be sure that each happening
Has a reason,
And you cannot have an excuse
For not realizing this
It has happened because
That was the way it has to happen
Accept the happening
Then, act appropriately
Never turn emotional
Emotions retard logical thinking
Emotions lead to non-fetching actions
Stay free, act and smoothly sail over happenings
And you will stop telling
It is not going to be easy any more
poem by Bashyam Narayanan
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What are you teaching truth or propaganda?
Smoke clouding the sanity
Sounds twisting the morality
Of the hopeful minds
Of the altering youth
The youth
That is taught to hate
Taught to believe what you tell them
Taught that difference is incorrect
That being unique is a curse
Yes we not taught racism
Or sexism or even nationalism
But we are taught that we are the same
That we in actual fact are not equal
We are taught through hierarchy
We are taught that some are higher and lower
Taught that we are wrong unless supported
You twist our minds with scores
You teach us with systems
Of merits demerits
Money and career placement
How can you judge character on a paper
How can you know what lies beneath
When it is written in a 2d image
How can you know that it's from the heart?
Would you ever understand?
That life is experience
Not observation and documents
Anyone can exist on paper
But what about in reality
What do you consider reality?
Numbers typed in a computer
That you are only worth what you offer
No reality is
That there is no right or wrong
That life is cruel
That the only way to survive
Is through the system
That in factual truth we are all equal
That there is no black or white
Only grey.
poem by Courtenay Maree
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Straight Into The Simile
Becoming bologna, this is not my god:
This is just another
Comic book left
Outside to understand the elements of
The usual bird:
There she is, cleaning herself through
The usual elements
Of her available estuaries:
There she is just doing as she’s told.
Whilst the average Christmas trees
Are sold and sold.
And sold:
Oh, old bold wound; oh, old gold wound:
Same natural element happenstance
Through the preternatural heavens:
Just as same old grave song,
As seems to be happening through same
Old natural grave song:
Presupposing through the same old
Elements of the rose:
Seems to be grossing this way:
Seems to be crossing anyway, as anyway,
I suppose: just as the laments,
I supposed, anyway, held between the teeth of
Anyway- elements, anyway,
Straight into the smile that happened to have
Held the rose.
poem by Bret R. Crabrooke
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How Do You Measure Up?
If you measure yourself by ambition,
There will always be someone more ambitious than you.
If you measure yourself by money,
There is always someone wealthier than you.
If you measure yourself by power,
There is always someone more powerful than you.
If you measure yourself with material things,
There is always someone with more stuff than you.
If you measure yourself by where you are in life,
There is always someone farther down the path than you.
If you measure yourself by appearance,
There is always someone that appears than you.
If you measure yourself by God,
Then we are all the same.
We are all wonderfully and beautifully made.
God is love.
And love has no end.
So in God's heart,
You will always measure up!
poem by Ryan Lee Morris
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Would You Stop It? !
Would you let that love that's happening...
Be for you that fills a need?
Or would you stop it,
From not happening.
Would you stop it from not happening?
Would you let that love that's happening,
Be for you that fills a need?
Or would you block it,
From not happening.
Could you block it from not happening?
Conflicting feelings...
Bring on its own pain.
When one turns down what's needed
And they can't admit the needing.
Conflict of feelings,
Is...
What no one needs.
Not a conflict that has meaning,
With some feelings felt unseen.
When one turns down what is needed
And they can't admit the need.
Would you let that love that's happening...
Be for you that fills a need?
Or...
Would you block it,
From not happening?
Would you stop it from not happening,
If we both admit the need...
And let it happen.
Would you let that love that's happening...
Be for us what we need.
Or would you let that love that's happening...
Not to be seen.
Would you let that love that's happening...
Be for you that fills a need?
Or would you block it...
From not happening.
Or would you stop it from not happening.
Not to be ever seen.
Or would you block it from not happening.
Not to feel or be seen.
Or would you stop it from not happening.
Not to be ever seen.
Or would you block it from not happening.
Not to feel or be seen.
Would you let that love that's happening...
Be for you that fills a need?
Or would you block it...
Not to feel or be seen.
Or would you stop it...
Not to be ever seen.
Or would you block it...
Not to feel or be seen.
Or would you stop it...
Not to be ever seen.
Would you stop it? !
To block it.
I'm moving on...
'Cause my feelings felt can not be stopped.
I'm moving on...
'Cause my feelings for you can't be blocked.
I'm moving on...
'Cause my feelings felt can not be stopped.
I'm moving on...
'Cause my feelings for you can't be blocked.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Every country possesses, it seems, the sort of cuisine it deserves, which is to say the sort of cuisine it is appreciative enough to want.
quote by Waverley Lewis Root
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Many years ago it was taught that plants and animals were composed of different materials: plants, of a chemical substance of three elements,- carbon, hydrogen, and oxygen; animals of one of four elements, nitrogen being added to the other three.
Do You Ever?
Do you ever?
Dream that you live in a world where you can be happy forever and have a great life
I did and everything just got turn around and twist
Everything is not good and feel like it all your fault that this happening
You can't blame yourself for what happen because
What comes around, goes around
Do you ever?
Dream that you live in a world where life is perfect and nothing going happening
I did and stuff happen and at end
Everything is ok for me
I learn that I shouldn't blame myself and just live with it
I know that sometimes I look back on what happen and I learn that I need to just let it go and move on
Do you ever?
Dream that your life is going stay same
I did and out of no where
This happen and I didn't expect it
At that time I didn't know what to do and
Feel like it all my fault and wish it never happen
Do you ever?
Dream that you live in a world where you can be happy forever and have a great life
I did and everything just got turn around and twist
Everything is not good and feel like it all your fault that this happen
My advice to you is don't be upset with yourself
Try to go along with what happen and remember is not your fault
Do you ever?
poem by Christina Phan
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So In My Travels...
To go through the steps,
Just to qualify myself deserving
Of receiving a paycheck...
Has never set well,
With my personal philosophy.
There should be more to one's existence,
Than an exploitation to salivate...
In the licking of fingers and lips,
After dining and wining at an exclusive...
Invitation only gluttonous feast.
It's much like performing a service,
In the military.
I was there because of patriotism.
Not because I wanted to learn,
Acts of discipline.
Even though many lessons were taught.
Besides defense mechanisms.
I admit I have issues,
With those who seek college degrees.
Most of them skipping a service in the military.
Only to earn a degree to seek high paying salaries.
With no commitment to leave an impression...
On others with the teaching of skills to please.
And those of military experience,
Have much to offer.
And...
With a commitment unquestioned in existence
So in my travels...
I observe those of devoted integrities,
Demoted to obscurities and judgements passed.
As those of a self righteousness defend their travesties.
And this as seen is very clear to me.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Companies are starting to measure how effective their customer service is and trying to understand what they can do to improve the customer service process.
quote by Sanjay Kumar
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My Twins
Of twin daughters I'm the mother -
Lord! how I was proud of them;
Each the image of the other,
Like two lilies on one stem;
But while May, my first-born daughter,
Was angelic from the first,
Different as wine and water,
Maude, my second, seemed accurst.
I'm a tender-hearted dame,
Military is my bent;
Thus my pretty dears can claim
For their Pa the Regiment.
As they say: to err is human;
But though lots of love I've had,
I'm an ordinary women,
Just as good as I am bad.
Good and bad should find their level,
So I often wonder why
May was angel, Maude was devil,
Yet between the two was I.
May, they say, has taken vows -
Sister Mary, pure and sweet;
Maudie's in a bawdy house,
Down in Mariposa Street.
It's not natural I'm thinking,
One should pray, the other curse;
I'm so worried I am drinking,
Which is making matters worse.
Yet my daughters love each other,
And I love them equal well;
Saint and sinner call me mother . . .
Ain't heredity just hell?
poem by Robert William Service
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Equal
equal,
..equal,
...equal,
....equal,
.....equal,
......equal,
.......equal!
dont it sound good?
wouldnt it feel good?
think about it,
and then do something about it!
equal!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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