http://www.blogigo.com/heavenflying I want to fly in the heaven... en jinke jinke Thu, 04 Jan 2007 07:56:50 +0100 daily 1 The Scrolls Mark Ten Who is of so little faith that in a moment of great disaster or heartbreak has not called to his God? Who has not cried out when confronted with danger, death, or mystery beyond his normal experience or comprehension? From where has this deep instinct come which escapes from the mouth of all living creatures in moments of peril?     Move your hand in haste before another's eyes and his eyelids will blink. Tap another on his knee and his leg will jump. Confront another with dark horror and his mouth will say, "My God" from the same deep impulse.     My life need not be filled with religion in order for me to recognize this greatest mystery of nature. All creatures that walk the earth, including man, possess the instinct to cry for help. Why do we possess this instinct, this gift?     Are not our cries a form of prayer? Is it not incomprehensible in a world governed by nature's laws to give a lamb, or a mule, or a bird, or man the... Thu, 04 Jan 2007 07:56:50 +0100 http://www.blogigo.com/heavenflying/The-Scrolls-Mark-Ten/11/ http://www.blogigo.com/heavenflying/The-Scrolls-Mark-Ten/11/ The Scroll Marked Eight Today I will multiply my value a hundredfold. A mulberry leaf touched with the genius of man becomes silk. A field of clay touched with the genius of man becomes a castle. A cyprus tree touched with the genius of man becomes a shrine. A cut of sheep's hair touched with the genius of man becomes raiment for a king. If it is possible for leaves and clay and wood and hair to have their value multiplied a hundred, yea a thousandfold by man, cannot I do the same with the clay which bears my name? Today I will multiply my value a hundredfold. I am liken to a grain of wheat which faces one of three futures. The wheat can be placed in a sack and dumped in a stall until it is fed to swine. Or it can be ground to flour and made into bread. Or it can be placed in the earth and allowed to grow until its golden head divides and produces a thousand grains from the one. I am liken to a grain of wheat with one... Thu, 04 Jan 2007 07:56:14 +0100 http://www.blogigo.com/heavenflying/The-Scroll-Marked-Eight/10/ http://www.blogigo.com/heavenflying/The-Scroll-Marked-Eight/10/ The Scroll Marked Seven I will laugh at the world. No living creature can laugh except man. Trees may bleed when they are wounded, and beasts in the field will cry in pain and hunger, yet only I have the gift of laughter and it is mine to use whenever I choose. Henceforth I will cultivate the habit of laughter. I will smile and my digestion will improve; I will chuckle and my burdens will be lightened; I will laugh and my life will be lengthened for this is the great secret of long life and now it is mine. I will laugh at the world. And most of all, I will laugh at myself for man is most comical when he takes himself too seriously. Never will I fall into this trap of the mind. For though I be nature's greatest miracle am I not still a mere grain tossed about by the winds of time? Do I truly know whence I came or whither I am bound? Will my concern for this day not seem foolish ten years hence? Why should I permit the petty happenings of today to... Thu, 04 Jan 2007 07:54:21 +0100 http://www.blogigo.com/heavenflying/The-Scroll-Marked-Seven/9/ http://www.blogigo.com/heavenflying/The-Scroll-Marked-Seven/9/ The Scroll Marked Six Today I will be master of my emotions. The tides advance; the tides recede. Winter goes and summer comes. summer wanes and the cold increases. The sun rises; the sun sets. The moon is full; the moon is black. The birds arrive;the birds depart. Flowers bloom; flowers fade.Seeds are sown; harvests are reaped. all nature is a circle of moods and I am a part of nature and so,like the tides, my moods will rise; my moods will fall. Today I will be master of my emotions. It is one of nature's tricks, little understood,that each day I awaken with moods that have changed from yesterday. Yesterday's joy wilI become today's sadness; yet today's sadness will grow into tomorrow's joy. Inside me is a wheel,constantly turning from sadness to joy, from exultation to depression, from happiness to melancholy. Like the flowers, today's full bloom of joy will fade and wither into despondency, yet I will remember that as today's dead flower... Thu, 04 Jan 2007 07:53:27 +0100 http://www.blogigo.com/heavenflying/The-Scroll-Marked-Six/8/ http://www.blogigo.com/heavenflying/The-Scroll-Marked-Six/8/ The Scroll Marked V I will live this day as if it is my last. And what shall I do with this last precious day which remains in my keeping? First, I will seal up its container of life so that not one drop spills itself upon the sand. I will waste not a moment mourning yesterday’s misfortunes, yesterday’s defeats, yesterday's aches of the heart, for why should I throw good after bad? Can sand flow upward in the hour glass? Will the sun rise where it sets and set where it rises? Can I relive the errors of yesterday and right them? Can I call back yesterday's wounds and make them whole? Can I become younger than yesterday? Can I take back the evil that was spoken, the blows that were struck, the pain that was caused? No. Yesterday is buried forever and I will think of it no more. I will live this day as if it is my last. And what then shall I do? Forgetting yesterday neither will I think of tomorrow. Why should I throw note after maybe? Can tomorrow's... Thu, 04 Jan 2007 07:51:59 +0100 http://www.blogigo.com/heavenflying/The-Scroll-Marked-V/7/ http://www.blogigo.com/heavenflying/The-Scroll-Marked-V/7/ The Scroll Marked IV I am nature's greatest miracle. Since the beginning of time never has there been another with my mind, my heart, my eyes, my ears, my hands, my hair, my mouth. None that came before, none that live today, and none that come tomorrow can walk and talk and move and think exactly like me. All men are my brothers yet I am different from each. I am a unique creature. I am nature's greatest miracle. Although I am of the animal kingdom, animal rewards alone will not satisfy me. Within me burns a flame which has been passed from generations uncounted and its heat is a constant irritation to my spirit to become better than I am, and I will. I will fan this flame of dissatisfaction and proclaim my uniqueness to the world. None can duplicate my brush strokes, none can make my chisel marks, none can duplicate my handwriting, none can produce my child, and, in truth, none has the ability to sell exactly as I. Henceforth, I will capitalize on this... Thu, 04 Jan 2007 07:50:28 +0100 http://www.blogigo.com/heavenflying/The-Scroll-Marked-IV/6/ http://www.blogigo.com/heavenflying/The-Scroll-Marked-IV/6/ The Scroll Marked Three I will persist until I succeed. In the Orient young bulls are tested for the fight arena in a certain manner. Each is brought to the ring and allowed to attack a picador who pricks them with a lance. The bravery of each bull is then rated with care according to the number of times he demonstrates his willingness to charge in spite of the sting of the blade. Henceforth will I recognize that each day I am tested by life in like manner. If I persist, if I continue to try,if I continue to charge forward, I will succeed. I will persist until I succeed. I was not delivered unto this world in defeat, nor does failure course in my veins. I am not a sheep waiting to be prodded by my shepherd. I am a lion and I refuse to talk, to walk, to sleep with the sheep. I will hear not those who weep and complain, for their disease is contagious. Let them join the sheep. The slaughterhouse of failure is not my destiny. I will persist until I succeed. The... Thu, 04 Jan 2007 07:49:18 +0100 http://www.blogigo.com/heavenflying/The-Scroll-Marked-Three/5/ http://www.blogigo.com/heavenflying/The-Scroll-Marked-Three/5/ The Scroll Marked Two I will greet this day with love in my heart. For this is the greatest secret of success in all ventures. Muscle can split a shield and even destroy life but only the unseen power of love can open the hearts of men and until I master this art I will remain no more than a peddler in the market place. I will make love my greatest weapon and none on whom I call can defend against its force. My reasoning they may counter; my speech they may distrust; my apparel they may disapprove; my face they may reject; and even my bargains may cause them suspicion; yet my love will melt all hearts liken to the sun whose rays soften the coldest clay. I will greet this day with love in my heart. And how will I do this? Henceforth will I look on all things with love and I will be born again. I will love the sun for it warms my bones; yet I will love the rain for it cleanses my spirit. I will love the light for it shows me the way; yet I will love the darkness for... Thu, 04 Jan 2007 07:48:28 +0100 http://www.blogigo.com/heavenflying/The-Scroll-Marked-Two/4/ http://www.blogigo.com/heavenflying/The-Scroll-Marked-Two/4/ The Scroll Marked One Today I begin a new life. Today I shed my old skin which hath, too long, suffered the bruises of failure and the wounds of mediority. Today I am born anew and my birthplace is a vineyard where there is fruit for all. Today I will pluck grapes of wisdom from the tallest and fullest vines in the vineyard,for these were planted by the wisest of my profession who have come before me,generation upon generation. Today I will savor the taste of grapes from these vines and verily I will swallow the seed of success buried in each and new life will sprout within me. The career I have chosen is laden with opportunity yet it is fraught with heartbreak and despair and the bodies of those who have failed, were they piled one atop another, would cast a shadow down upon all the pyramids of the earth. Yet I will not fail, as the others, for in my hands I now hold the charts which will guide through perilous waters to shores which only... Thu, 04 Jan 2007 07:47:03 +0100 http://www.blogigo.com/heavenflying/The-Scroll-Marked-One/3/ http://www.blogigo.com/heavenflying/The-Scroll-Marked-One/3/ To see a world in a grain of sand, And a heaven in a wild flower,  Hold infinity in the palm of your hand, And eternity in an hour.                                        ------William Blake   Like it, enjoy it. Thu, 04 Jan 2007 07:27:28 +0100 http://www.blogigo.com/heavenflying/A-Grain-of-Sand/2/ http://www.blogigo.com/heavenflying/A-Grain-of-Sand/2/ Hi, I am a Chinese. I come from shanghai. I am majoring in Software Engineering. This is my first essay in BLOGIGO. I'm very happy to have a free space here. I will record my life. I will describe my programming life here too. Nice to share happiness with all of my friends. Thu, 04 Jan 2007 07:09:39 +0100 http://www.blogigo.com/heavenflying/My-first-Essay/1/ http://www.blogigo.com/heavenflying/My-first-Essay/1/