UNIVERSE GENESIS 2:7 And the LORD God formed man of the dust of the ground, and breathed into his nostrils the breathe of life: and man became a living soul.

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HUMANITY LOVE and PEACE Mornings Aren’t Lazy Mornings aren’t lazy, but artistically inclined. A fresh, rich earthly palette at the Hand of The Divine. The sun’s brush of light sweeps, through forests, mountains, seas. Birds musically accompany in wondrous melody. Sweet dewdrops glisten surfaces, light mists move in and out. Then lifting, dancing, rising, they settle into clouds. No, mornings aren’t lazy, but the scaffolding of days. Sky color sets the mood and tone while wind defines the pace. As temperature assumes its course, alongside density of air, a synergy is formed reflecting thorough, precise care. No, morning aren’t lazy, each it’s own masterpiece of art. Testifying of creation -- Life! A gift from God's own heart. copyright@Rebecca "Saijin" S. Jack, USA March 23, 2004 WWW.TELLINGTOUCH.COM MORTALS MANSION A Song For GOD...In Your Wings of Time TERTULLIAN Quintus Septimus Florens Tertullianus An ancient philosopher, Roman theologian, historian He was born from pagan parents, became Christian, sometime in A.D. 197 He lived and was born in CARTHAGE [TUNISIA] " Man is one name belonging to every nation upon earth. In them is one soul through many tongues. Every country has its own language yet the subject of which the untutored soul speaks are the same everywhere." RABINDRANATH TAGORE [BENGAL] Pseudo Name: BHANUSHINGHO "Sun Lion" [1861-1941] POET, PAINTER Philosopher, Musician, Writer Novelist, Composer, Playwright Educator, A Patriot, Social Reformer A Great Humanitarian A NOBEL LAUREATE WINNER 1913 "Man'is abiding happiness is not in getting anything but in giving himself up to what is greater than himself, to ideas which are larger than his individual life, the idea of his country, of humanity, of GOD." "I slept and dreamt that life was joy. I awoke and saw that life was service. I acted and behold, service was joy." KAHLIL GIBRAN When the hand of life is heavy and night songless, it is the time to love and trust. And how light the hand of life becomes and how songful the night, when one is loving and trusting all.

The Ballad of Forever DEDICATED TO THE MEMORIES OF HIS HOLINESS POPE JOHN PAUL 11 and THE MOST REV. FATHER WALDAREDO DG. CASTILLO, 56 [ 9- 24 - 2008 ] PULILAN, BULACAN, PHILIPPINES As the gentle twilight embrace our souls, our body is no more... Leaping in the wind, kissing the clouds. Nimbus, stratus and gigantic stars! Reaching the majestic mountain top as you climb. And as your limbs dance in the wind, a door is flung...wide it is! Open... There came a sweet command, "My child, your journey is over." " Come Home." As you behold your spirit to rest, you travel to the silence of the beyond. Petals of flowers you sprinkled, along its' path linger. Why?... For your mortal years were spent shaping your life with purpose. By putting rainbows to lives that are dull... By bringing rain to the soil of human hearts battered by human drought. Higher your limbs fly, leaving a covenant of love and hope. Up you go to, The Ballad of Forever....... copyright@Crescenciana Cruz Ticzon-Bokhari A Lullaby To Eternity DEDICATED TO THE MEMORY OF MOTHER TERESA OF CALCUTTA The fascinating strokes of your hands is an artist's masterpiece. For it draws in an empty canvas the minutes of times' little piece... And empty no more the canvas is, for in it is poured colors of masterpiece. Then there comes a little drummer from your heart, singing a shout of love... Stepping to the minutes of time. The clock keeps ticking gently as the drummer beats loud! Many dances with their hearts... A step to many unsung songs. A step to many unheard cries. A step to many unfed hungers. The unsung, the unheard, the unfed are filled. And there you stay... with the fascinating strokes of your hands. An artist's masterpiece. copyright@Crescenciana C. Ticzon-Bokhari

LOVE VOLTAIRE [1694-1778] Francoise Marie Arouet A French philosopher of The Middle Ages " It is to him who understands the universe, not to those who disfigure it, that we owe our reverence." UNIVERSE AND HUMANITY UNITY, FAITH, PEACE " The sovereign LORD, will make righteousness and praise, spring up before all nations." "The exploration of both the micro and macro cosmos is a song to GOD'S glory, which is reflected in everything in the universe." His Holiness, Pope John Paul 11 . DEDICATED TO: VOLTAIRE VICTOR HUGO ABRAHAM LINCOLN MOHANDAS GANDHI TO ALL THE GREAT MINDS OF WORLD HISTORY LOVINGLY DEDICATED TO THE FOUNDERS OF: THE PETALS OF MANY HEARTS Every Sunshine Each Sunrise Windows of Humanity Leaves That Vow To The Ground The leaves that vow to the ground is like mankind. As it descend from its branch, to caress its roots- it clings to the light of the sun! Mankind travel down to many roads, to find somewhere, a place. Many roads, with many stones, winding or free, until they find solace... A place to hide and cry. A place to hope and try. A place to live. A home to stay. An abode to dwell... And as they dwell somewhere, they multiply. Lives sprout to grow like, the leaves of a springtime. And as the circle of lives come revolving around, and so is the destiny of mankind. But not until they become like leaves that vow to the ground, man will never find the brush of greenleaves from a tree planted on the ground with strong roots. copyright@Crescenciana C. Ticzon-Bokhari DEDICATED TO WINSTON CHURCHILL LUTHER BURBANK BEETHOVEN ALBERT SCHWEITZER M.D. MARTIN LUTHER KING JR. JOSE P. RIZAL M.D. [PHILIPPINE NATIONAL HERO] TO THE COURAGE OF THE NOBLE MINDS OF WORLD HISTORY. Hold Me!...LORD Hold me!...LORD, as I enter the lightless cavern of life. Let my heart be open, so I can only see the light. Guide my hand, as I walk through a desert land. Give me wings, so I can soar high, if I need to fly. Set my feet in an anchor, so I can face life. Put music in my heart, so I can make heavy things light. Guide me to a forever, so I can have a gift of charity. Lead me to an eternity of life with meaning, so I can always thank Thee. Mould in me a heart of gold, so I can always see the beauty of the world. Wrap in me a mind of purpose, so I can not see the emptiness of some worlds. Lend unto me Your courage...LORD, so I can plant a tree of hope. copyright@Crescenciana C. Ticzon-Bokhari When A Soft Breeze Gently Touches When a soft breeze gently touches, it is The Hands of GOD. We begin to see: The beauty of the world, The essence of peace, The joy of sacrifice. The triumph of goodness! When a soft breeze gently touches, it is The Heart of GOD. HE puts us in an even tide of our life, so we can rest from wandering. In the seasons of our hearts, HE gives strength, so we can face many storms! HE lifts us, in an immortality of our dreams, with HIM...as we abide in HIM. As a soft breeze gently touches, it is The Hands and The Heart of GOD. An everlasting joy, an enduring pain, and a longevity of a life lived for others: As HE commanded us to be! copyright@Crescenciana C. Ticzon-Bokhari HE Knows You Whether days ahead are bright and grim, Your anchor holds when trusting him. Yes, JESUS arms will hold you tight On sunny days, or in the dark of night. Family, friends and others, too, Care about and often pray for you. When feeling blue and things seem bleak, Look up toward Heaven...just take a peak! There's silver lining behind that cloud. It'll bring a smile - no frowns allowed. That's because The LORD is up there, Waiting to answer your heart-torn prayer. The answer may not be what you'd choose, But accepting His Will, you just can't lose! Trust GOD's best to carry you through... HE knows your needs...and HE knows You! copyright@Janet Gladys Gosney DEDICATED TO: KHRISNAMURTI "THE TEACHER OF THE WORLD" TO MY BELOVED MENTORS Helen Varney Engr. John Henry Myers 111 Edie Goldberg Blaugrund Founding Member, VP, 2008 HOLOCAUST MUSEUM; ALBUQUERQUE, NEW MEXICO, USA CENTER FOR EDUCATION AND INTOLERANCE TO MY HERITAGE, THE FAMILY THAT BRED ME TO MY BELOVED HUSBAND, WAHEED TO THE ALMIGHTY GOD, THE FATHER TO THE MESIAH OF THE WORLD, JESUS CHRIST, THE BEGOTTEN SON OF GOD. The Womb of Ignorance As we run to the endless race of human pursuit, we create walls, for the glorious victory of great minds. We go inside the womb of ignorance, a lifeless womb. And there we dwell, the world of self... Where only a limit of horizon breathes. Endless the race is! Stepping on each other to go up. Rising above each other, ego! Oh! how it can breed many things. At the end of every days, a poignant void left unfilled, that evolves to a vast field, too big to fill. Bruised ourselves are! Climbing high day by day... Until the wound heals no more! I beg thee!... Get out of that womb and let another womb bear you. The womb of knowledge. copyright@Crescenciana C. Ticzon-Bokhari, 2006 DEDICATED TO ELEANOR ROOSEVELT "THE FIRST LADY OF THE WORLD" The Sparkling Shadow of Fear The sparkling shadow of fear lies behind us all. The sparkling shadow of fear lies within us all. It is veiled, and we try not to unveil. Sorrounded by fear, we walk not. We break hearts, we burn bridges. We create walls, we blow love away! We face not the world, unafraid! Like a cage bird that can not fly, we are! Like a seed that can not sprout, we are! We kill the beautiful person that we can be... For what is fear??? It is our inability to open our hearts and let it float freely, so it becomes crystal clear like endless water of the sea. Ah!...how afraid, we are all! It is the highest expression of insecurities, inferiorities, inadequacies, and even hate! As the shadow of fear sparkles within us all, we can not love, we can not grow, we can not live! We can not give to build, we can not build to give. We can not follow to lead, we can not lead to follow. We can not lead to serve, we can not serve to share... We are a servant to our self! We only die everyday, a thousand death that will never die! Ah!...the sparkling shadow of fear! For many it is so dear! A pillar that we embrace so near! copyright@Crescenciana C. Ticzon-Bokhari The Way Home Each year we return to this place we know as home. Bearing the fruits of our labors, the joys and pains of our pursuits. Here we rest, we share, we heal, we thrive. Here spirits soar, souls dance! In magical wonder we make up for the lost time. A celebration of life! Cups filled to overflowing-- A cornucopia of love! And in our joy, time stands still. And we behold the greatest gift of all. One another. copyright@Rebecca "Saijin" S. Jack It takes courage to love, but the pain through love is the purifying fire which those who love generously know. Anna Eleanor Roosevelt "The First Lady of The World" " Remember that when you leave this earth, you take with you nothing that you have received- only what you had given: a full heart enriched by honest service, love, sacrifice and courage." Saint Francis of Assissi "If we have no peace it is because we forget we belong to each other." Mother Teresa "Man is called to a fullness of life which far exceeds his earthly existence, because it consist in sharing the very life of GOD." His Holiness, Pope John Paul 11

DEDICATED TO PRINCESS DIANA JENNY LIND, "THE SWEDISH NIGHTINGALE" TO ALL THE BEAUTIFUL FLOWERS IN GOD'S GARDEN OF LIFE, WITH HUMANITY WHERE THEY LIVED, IN THE UNIVERSE, WHERE THEIR FRAGRANCE EXUDE LOVE FOREVER. When A Flower Blooms No More When a flower blooms no more, it lives! The petals are cast off, to give more seeds, and the fallen petals travel like a spray of a bouquet, searching the unknown. The fragrance lingers, as the heart aches. Beauty lives, as the heart cherishes it. The unfathomable times of a flower is a gift of mystery. For the larger house of a flower is not in its blooms, it is in its seeds. At the ebbing of a tide, it flows like an endless river, it stands like a boundless sky. For the boundless in love and the endless in beauty lies dormant in sleep... Only to bloom again. As the flower gives birth to a seed, the seed gives birth to a plant, and the plant gives birth to more flowers and fruits! Like a garden of humanity where we live. Laughters...Tears... Life...Death... And even life after death! For the tender kindness of a heart always reververates and breathes. At The Hands of The Infinite Supreme. copyright@Crescenciana C. Ticzon-Bokhari, 2006

I'd like to be the queen of people's hearts, in people's hearts. Princess Diana

I have found the paradox that if I love until it hurts then there is no more hurt, but only more love. Mother Teresa

THE OCEAN OF HEARTS' FLOWERS WINDOW 245 In your loving mercy, my LORD, I found a cradle to love and a haven to laugh. A home where my heart lives with humanity, with the hearts of those who are the beautiful part of me. Crescenciana Cruz Ticzon-Bokhari THE PETALS OF MANY HEARTS Every Sunshine Each Sunrise Windows of Humanity FOUNDED July 19, 2006 IN THE YEAR OF THE LORD 20th symphosium LAS VEGAS, NEVADA; USA The International Society of Poets