WHICH ARE YOU?
An attender or an absenter?
A pillar or a sleeper?
A wing or a weight?
A power or a problem?
A promoter or a provoker?
A giver or a getter?
A goer or a gadder?
A doer or a deadhead?
A booster or a bucker?
A supporter or a sponger?
A soldier or a slacker?
A worker or a worrier?
A lighter or a leaner?
A friend or a faultfinder?
A helper or a hinderer?
Taking the line of least resistance
makes rivers and men crooked.
A constant flow of thoughts and ideas streams through our daily lives. We barely notice the insignificant details of living. If we dare to ponder though, our lifetime experience can impart moral lessons to make us keen observers to the changing times. Many miracles take place but only if we know how to discover the magic and the enchantment. Living can be different if we comprehend the mysteries of what is sacred and profane. I Welcome you to the river of thoughts designed for you and me.
FRANZ
I appreciate your presence here.
Behind the scene
A WORLD OF JOY
A RIVER OF THOUGHTS
Water flows through the River of time
A reminder of a passing rhyme
The flow is constant
And moments pass and are gone.
Lives and stories abound
All the world around
Like rivers that constantly pound
All colors, a kaleidoscope
Ultimately contribute to
A world's needed hope:
A glimpse of life.
This incessant sight.
A River whose water flows
A history with life aglows
The pounding and the rhythm
Are constantly reminding
The world over
Reasons for our toils & existence.
A reminder of a passing rhyme
The flow is constant
And moments pass and are gone.
Lives and stories abound
All the world around
Like rivers that constantly pound
All colors, a kaleidoscope
Ultimately contribute to
A world's needed hope:
A glimpse of life.
This incessant sight.
A River whose water flows
A history with life aglows
The pounding and the rhythm
Are constantly reminding
The world over
Reasons for our toils & existence.
Best Life Queries
The Eternal Eye of Wonder
The Magnificent Supreme Presence
Ibong Adarna
There is a legend about a bird, which sings just once in its life, more sweetly than any other creature on the face of the earth. From the moment it leaves the nest it searches for a thorn tree, and does not rest until until it has found one. Then, singing among the savage branches, it impales itself upon the largest, sharpest spine. And dying it rises above its own agony to outcarol the lark and the nightingale. One superlative song, existence the price. But the whole world stands to listen and God in His Heaven smiles.. or so says the legend. [The Thornbirds]
God loves the Philippines
Abode of the Unknowing.
And Peace abides abundantly.
NEWSTAND
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