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NativeDivaMixçš„ä¸»é http://hk.zorpia.com/NativeDivaMix Fri, 18 Dec 2009 02:50 EST Fri, 18 Dec 2009 02:50 EST Zorpia.com To all my Wonderful Zorpia net Friend's on my Si.. http://hk.zorpia.com/NativeDivaMix/journal/1867995 I have a list of folks I know... all written in a book, And every now and then... I go and take a look. That is when I realize these names...they are a part, not of the book they're written in... but taken from the heart. For each Name stands for someone... who has crossed my path sometime, and in that meeting they have become... the reason and the rhyme Although it sounds fantastic... for me to make this claim, I really am composed... of each remembered name. Although you're not aware... of any special link, just knowing you, has shaped my life... more than you could think. So please don't think my greeting... as just a mere routine, your name was not... forgotten in between. For when I send a greeting... that is addressed to you, it is because you're on the list... of folks I'm indebted to. So whether I have known you... for many days or few, in some ways you have a part... in shaping things I do. I am but a total... of many folks I've met, you are a friend I would prefer... never to forget. Thank you for being my friend! Personal http://hk.zorpia.com/NativeDivaMix/journal/1867995 Mon, 29 Dec 2008 01:47 EST Listen To The Wind http://hk.zorpia.com/NativeDivaMix/journal/1867315 Listen To The Wind The soul of the wind blowin in the trees Calls up memories buried deep in me Wolf song, Eagle flight, home fire burning bright Hoot of Owl in the night Listen to the wind, listen to the wind. People I've met, places I've seen Rolling hills full of green Ocean roar, Mountain Pine, River running through sunshine Waken the Spirit sleeping, blind Listen to the wind, listen to the wind. I hear the ancient voices calling Feel the Spirit rising, falling Sister Sun, Brother Moon, Mother Earth all in tune Giving strength, saying "Soon, Listen to the wind, listen to the wind". It speaks to me of days gone by Sometimes it makes me want to cry For Eagle, Wolf, hill and streams For all the people of my dreams Who listen to the wind Just listen to the wind. The Wheel. The winds blow the words of the Elders To ears that no longer hear The sky holds the shadow of Eagles For eyes that no longer see The thundering herds cross the prairies But the People no longer feel And the Heart of a nation is dying For so many have forgotten the Wheel. Personal http://hk.zorpia.com/NativeDivaMix/journal/1867315 Fri, 26 Dec 2008 07:07 EST "Portrait of a Friend" http://hk.zorpia.com/NativeDivaMix/journal/1867226   <a href="http://s388.photobucket.com/albums/oo330/gentlespiritofcherokee/?action=view&current=f2ph6s.gif" target="_blank"></a> "Portrait of a Friend" I can't give solutions to all of life's problems, doubts, or fears. But I can listen to you, and together we will search for answers. I can't change your past with all it's heartache and pain, nor the future with its untold stories. But I can be there now when you need me to care. I can't keep your feet from stumbling. I can only offer my hand that you may grasp it and not fall. Your joys, triumphs, successes, and happiness are not mine; Yet I can share in your laughter. Your decisions in life are not mine to make, nor to judge; I can only support you, encourage you, and help you when you ask. I can't prevent you from falling away from friendship from your values, from me. I can only pray for you, talk to you and wait for you. I can't give you boundaries which I have determined for you, But I can give you the room to change, room to grow, room to be yourself. I can't keep your heart from breaking and hurting, But I can cry with you and help you pick up the pieces and put them back in place. I can't tell you who you are. I can only love you and be your friend. Personal http://hk.zorpia.com/NativeDivaMix/journal/1867226 Fri, 26 Dec 2008 00:03 EST ~ The Beauty Of FriendShip ~ http://hk.zorpia.com/NativeDivaMix/journal/1866889  Friendship is a Pricecless Gift, It cannot be bought or sold; But it's value is far greater,Than a mountain made of gold. For Gold is cold and lifeless, It can neither see noe hear; And in time of trouble; It is powerless to cheer. It has no ears to listen, Nor heart to understand.. It can not bring you comfort, Or reach out to helping hand. So when you ask God for a gift, Be thankful in He sends.. Not diamonds,pearls or riches, But the Love of Real True Friends... Personal http://hk.zorpia.com/NativeDivaMix/journal/1866889 Wed, 24 Dec 2008 15:47 EST