Saima Shah October 25, 1997
#3 Posted by SaimaShah on November 17, 1997 6:47:01 am
What I am really speaking about is responsibity (conscience) and the fact that what one is accountable for is usually decided by society, or ones one beliefs of right and wrong. The buck has to stop somewhere and societies in which an individual takes the onus are healthier than ones where responsibilty for ones actions are not accepted. After all, we can`t expect a Jesus Christ to come and take away the `sins` of the world. Thanks to all of you for your views. It is just that what is generally perceived by society is somehow more important than an individuals feelings.
#2 Posted by seeker on October 29, 1997 12:12:20 pm
I think you should throw away the sin as
fast as possible. Your fear that it will
grow and pollute other people, is merely
a fear, having no reality to it. Don`t use your fear as an unconscious excuse to hold on dearly to the sin that you think you want to rid yourself of. Throw it away, NOW.
It is not the leaves of the tree that have the fault, it is the eyes/perception of the people that make the leaves either a remedy or a sickness. You don`t and can`t control it. Save yourself, nobody else will.
fast as possible. Your fear that it will
grow and pollute other people, is merely
a fear, having no reality to it. Don`t use your fear as an unconscious excuse to hold on dearly to the sin that you think you want to rid yourself of. Throw it away, NOW.
It is not the leaves of the tree that have the fault, it is the eyes/perception of the people that make the leaves either a remedy or a sickness. You don`t and can`t control it. Save yourself, nobody else will.
#1 Posted by Mobasher on October 24, 1997 5:21:26 pm
Life Is A HITCH!
By Moe Chaudry
Life is a hitch
for all its caress!
Flirting it does but then
gives away nothing;
for all the groping (!)
But then what else to do,
`cept grope!
Vain they say this life is all about, still
its` illusory beckoning keeps us tied.
For all the groping, one gets hold of some
handful of straws or some rocks.
Once in a while, one comes across a gem,
somewhere! Silver lines appear, but
once near it, the shadow falls on it.
Try to be detached,
it `d trail behind you!
Rock like I withstand, the passionate onslaught it makes.
Angry hitch it is, it turns
its back on me.
A volcano erupts within,
leaving me bruised.
My resilience keeps me intact,
a doggedness possess;
I climb this rocky terrain,
One step at a time.
Sands of life are slippery,
it slides me down by ten pace!
Like a fish I try to slip,
from the hold it has on me,
but like a shark it tries
to pounce and swallow me;
with a ferocity
I know not `n ne`er knew!
I tried to flee, like a swift, the bird;
like a child, throws a stone to hurt.
Undaunted I flew higher,
like a falcon it hovered around me!
Bitter truth dawned on me!
The more you run,
the more it chases;
the more you drown,
the more it chokes;
Hitch, no doubt,
but leash is in you hand!
Never ever drown `n get intoxicated in it;
just keep a distance `n flirt with it.
Realized my soul when I looked LIFE
in the face;
She smiled benevolently
and healed my soul.
By Moe Chaudry
Life is a hitch
for all its caress!
Flirting it does but then
gives away nothing;
for all the groping (!)
But then what else to do,
`cept grope!
Vain they say this life is all about, still
its` illusory beckoning keeps us tied.
For all the groping, one gets hold of some
handful of straws or some rocks.
Once in a while, one comes across a gem,
somewhere! Silver lines appear, but
once near it, the shadow falls on it.
Try to be detached,
it `d trail behind you!
Rock like I withstand, the passionate onslaught it makes.
Angry hitch it is, it turns
its back on me.
A volcano erupts within,
leaving me bruised.
My resilience keeps me intact,
a doggedness possess;
I climb this rocky terrain,
One step at a time.
Sands of life are slippery,
it slides me down by ten pace!
Like a fish I try to slip,
from the hold it has on me,
but like a shark it tries
to pounce and swallow me;
with a ferocity
I know not `n ne`er knew!
I tried to flee, like a swift, the bird;
like a child, throws a stone to hurt.
Undaunted I flew higher,
like a falcon it hovered around me!
Bitter truth dawned on me!
The more you run,
the more it chases;
the more you drown,
the more it chokes;
Hitch, no doubt,
but leash is in you hand!
Never ever drown `n get intoxicated in it;
just keep a distance `n flirt with it.
Realized my soul when I looked LIFE
in the face;
She smiled benevolently
and healed my soul.
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