Will You Please Go Now?

By: Dr. Seuss

The time has come,
The time is now.
Just go, go, go!
I don’t care how.

You can go by foot.
You can go by cow.
Marvin K. Mooney,
will you please go now!

You can go on skates,
you can go on skis.
You can go in a hat.
But please, go please!

I don’t care.
You can go by bike.
You can go on a Zike-Bike
if you like.

If you like, you can go,
in an old blue shoe,
Just go, go go!
Please do, do, do!

Marvin K. Mooney,
I don’t care how.
Marvin K. Mooney,
will you please go now?

You can go on stilts,
You can go by fish.
You can go in a Crunk-Car
if you wish.

If you wish you may go
by lion’s tail
Or stamp yourself
and go by mail.

Marvin K. Mooney!
Don’t you know
the time has come,
so  GO, GO, GO!

Get on your way!
Please, Marvin K!
You might like going
in a Zumble-Zay!

You can go by balloon…or broomstick.
OR you can go by camel in a bureau drawer.
You can go by bumble boat…or jet…
I don’t care how you go, just GET!

Get yourself a Ga-Zoom.
You can go with a….BOOM!
Marvin, Marvin, Marvin,
Will you leave this room!

Marvin K. Mooney, I don’t care HOW!
Marvin K. Mooney, will you please GO NOW!

I said GO and GO I meant,
The time had come.
SO…Marvin went.


Life Lesson: On Accepting Things “For The Sake Of”

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an excerpt from Paulo Coelho’s story on THE IMPORTANCE OF THE CAT IN MEDITATION in the book Like A Flowing River

Having written a book about madness (Veronika decides to die) , I was forced to wonder how many things we do are imposed on us by necessity, or by the absurd. Why wear a tie? Why do clocks run “clockwise”? If we live in a decimal system, why does the day have 24 hours of 60 minutes?

The fact is, many of the rules we obey nowadays have no real foundation. Nevertheless, if we wish to act differently, we are considered “crazy” or “immature”. Meanwhile, society continues to create some systems which, in the fullness of time, lose their reason for existence, but continue to impose their rules. An interesting Japanese story illustrates what I mean by this:

A great Zen Buddhist master, who was in charge of the Mayu Kagi monastery, had a cat which was his true passion in life. So, during meditation classes, he kept the cat by his side – in order to make the most of his company.

One morning, the master – who was already quite old – passed away. His best disciple took his place.
– What shall we do with the cat? – asked the other monks.
As a tribute to the memory of their old instructor, the new master decided to allow the cat to continue attending the Zen Buddhist classes.

Some disciples from the neighboring monasteries, traveling through those parts, discovered that, in one of the region’s most renowned temples, a cat took part in the meditation sessions. The story began to spread.
Many years passed. The cat died, but as the students at the monastery were so used to its presence, they soon found another cat. Meanwhile, the other temples began introducing cats in their meditation sessions: they believed the cat was truly responsible for the fame and excellence of Mayu Kagi’s teaching.

A generation passed, and technical treatises began to appear about the importance of the cat in Zen meditation. A university professor developed a thesis – which was accepted by the academic community – that felines have the ability to increase human concentration, and eliminate negative energy.
And so, for a whole century, the cat was considered an essential part of Zen Buddhist studies in that region.

Until a master appeared who was allergic to animal hair, and decided to remove the cat from his daily exercises with the students.

There was a fierce negative reaction – but the master insisted. Since he was an excellent instructor, the students continued to make the same progress, in spite of the absence of the cat.
Little by little, the monasteries – always in search of new ideas, and already tired of having to feed so many cats – began eliminating the animals from the classes. In twenty years new revolutionary theories began to appear – with very convincing titles such as “The Importance of Meditating Without a Cat”, or “Balancing the Zen Universe by Will Power Alone, Without the Help of Animals”.

Another century passed, and the cat withdrew completely from the meditation rituals in that region. But two hundred years were necessary for everything to return to normal – because during all this time, no one asked why the cat was there.

For The Woman Who Is All Women

An excerpt from Paulo Coelho’s For The Woman Who Is All Women story in the book Like A Flowing River

This is his speech for Nobel Peace Prize winner, Shirin Ebadi

photo from http://www.hindu.org

The Persian poet Rumi once said that life is like being sent by a king to another country in order to carry out a particular task. The person sent may do a hundred other things in that other country, but if he or she fails to fulfill the particular task he or she was charged with, it is as if nothing had been done.

To the woman who understood her task .

To the woman who looked at the road ahead of her, and knew that hers would be a difficult journey.

To the woman who did not attempt to make light of those difficulties, but, on the contrary, spoke out against them and made them clearly visible.

To the woman who made the lonely less alone, who fed those who hungered and thirsted for justice, who made the oppressor feel as bad as those he oppressed.

To the woman who always keeps her door open, her hands working, her feet moving.

To the woman who personifies the verses of that other Persian poet, Hafez, when he says:
Not even seven thousand years of joy can justify seven days of repression.

To the woman who is here tonight, may she be each and every one of us, may her example spread, may she still have many difficult days ahead, so that she can complete her work, so that, for the generations to come, the meaning of ‘injustice’ will be found only in dictionary definitions and never in the lives of human beings.

And may she travel slowly, because her pace is the pace of change, real change, always takes a very long time.

Life Lesson: On Holding Your Anger

photo from http://www.eaglehunter.co.uk

Genghis Khan and His Falcon

an excerpt from Paulo Coelho’s story on Genghis Khan and His Falcon in the book Like A Flowing River

One morning, the Mongol warrior, Genghis Khan, and his court went out hunting. His companions carried bows and arrows, but Genghis Khan carried on his arm his favorite falcon, which was better and surer than any arrow, because it could fly up into the skies and see everything that a human being could not

However, despite the group’s enthusiastic efforts, they found nothing. Disappointed, Genghis Khan returned to the encampment and in order not to take out his frustration on his companions, he left the rest of the party and rode on alone. They had stayed in the forest for longer than expected, and Khan was desperately tired and thirsty. In the summer heat, all the streams had dried up, and he could find nothing to drink. Then, to his amazement, he saw a thread of water flowing from a rock just in front of him.

He removed the falcon from his arm, and took out the silver cup which he always carried with him. It was very slow to fill, and just when he was about to raise it to his lips, the falcon flew up, plucked the cup from his hands, and dashed it to the ground.

Genghis Khan was furious, but then the falcon was his favorite, and perhaps, it, too, was thirsty. He picked up the cup, cleaned off the dirt, and filled it again. When the cup was only half-empty this time, the falcon again attacked it, spilling the water.

Genghis Khan adored this bird, but he knew that he could not, under any circumstances, allow such disrespect; someone might be watching this scene from afar, and later on, would tell his warriors that the great conqueror was incapable of taming a mere bird.

This time, he drew his sword, picked up the cup and refilled it, keeping one eye on the stream and the other on the falcon. As soon as he had enough water in the cup and was ready to drink, the falcon again took flight and flew towards him. Khan, with one thrust, pierced the bird’s breast.

The thread of water, however, had dried up; but Khan, determined to find something to drink, climbed the rock in search of the spring. To his surprise, there really was a pool of water, and in the middle of it, dead, lay one of the most poisonous snakes in the region. If he had drink the water, he, too, would have died.

Khan returned to camp with the dead falcon in his arms. He ordered a gold figurine of the bird to be made and on one of the wings, he had engraved:

“Even when a friend does something you do not like, he continues to be your friend.”

And on the other wing, he had these words engraved:

“Any action committed in anger is an action doomed to failure.”

Life Lesson: On Goals and Targets

from Francis J. Kong’s book – The Early Bird catches the worm but the second mouse gets the cheese.

In a major university, a professor of Economics gave a test to his class. The test had three several sections of questions, each of which contained three categories. He instructed the students to choose one question from each section. The first category in each section was the hardest and was worth 50 points. The second category was not quite as hard and worth 40 points. The third category, the easiest was worth only 30 points.

When the students had taken the test and turned in the papers, the students who had chosen the hardest questions were given A’s, the ones who chose the 40-point questions were given B’s and those who chose the 30-point questions or the easiest questions, were given C’s. Whether or not their answers were correct was not considered. Understandably, the students were confused and asked the professor how he graded the exam. The professor leaned back and with a smile he explained, “I wasn’t testing your knowledge. I was testing your aim.”

Life Lesson: On Celebrating Life

from Chicken Soup for the Unsinkable Soul

By: Karen Klosterman

When I look into the mirror, I see a survivor.
I don’t think of anything but living.
Well, that’s not true because the farther I get from cancer, the more hopes and dreams I let creep in.

When I looked into the mirror during my illness, I wasn’t that bald person staring down at me.
I didn’t recognize myself.
My body had let me down, but I didn’t want my soul to escape.

People responded to the way I looked.
I hated the pity I saw in their eyes as much as the fear.
The body is back to its original state, but the soul has taken on the wonderful layers of a survivor.

Now I celebrate

Bad-hair days

Bushy eyebrows

Stubbled legs with razor burn

I celebrate
Blended flavors of peanut butter and chocolate

Sweet lemonade through a straw

Greasy hamburgers with bacon

I celebrate
Whining children

Shouting and arguing

Pulsating music and barking dogs

I celebrate
Making plants

The hoping that goes with having a future

I celebrate life.

*images from http://www.google.com

Life Lesson: Ask

photo from http://www.wikipedia.com

mostly taken from the book ASK by John Mason

Today is the tomorrow you worried about yesterday. Was it worth it?

Do you count your blessings or do you think your blessings don’t count?

What good is aim if you never pull the trigger?

If you don’t have a dream, how are you going to make a dream come true?

Are you known by the promises you don’t keep?

When was the last time you did something for the first time?

Have you noticed that 99% of the things you worry about never happens?

Are you going backwards about going forward?

Do you question your goals by asking “Does this particular goal help me move towards my ultimate purpose in life?”

Are you a winner or a whiner?

Does failure discourage you or make you even more determined?

What is bigger? How much you do or how much you get done?

Is it a long way from your words to your deeds?

How old is your attitude?

Do you believe your doubts and doubt your beliefs?

Do you judge each day not by the harvest but the seeds you plant?

Will people say this about your life: S/he did nothing in particular, in did it very well?

Does the path you’re on capture your life?

Is your fear for loss much greater than your desire for gain?

Are you still growing, or just growing older?

The last time someone asked, “What’s new?”, what was your answer?

How much have the fears and worries that never happened cost you?

Are you deliberately planning to be less than what you are capable of being?

Are you thinking of security or opporunity?

What’s the best use of your time now?

If not you, then who? If not now, then when? –Hillell

If you didn’t take action now, what would this ultimately cost you?

Are you willing to give up what you have in order to become what you are not yet?

Are you traveling, or are you going somewhere?

Optimism is related to faith, pessimism is related to doubt. To which are you related?

What’s most worth it to you in your life?

What good is inspiration if it’s not backed up by action?

Do you think more about what you ought to do, or what you ought to be?

Would the boy/girl you were be proud of the man/woman you are?

Do you have opinions or convictions?

What progress are you in the way of? –Tim Redmond

Where is your river going? Are you riding with it, or are you rowing with it?

Do you try to start with what you have, or what you don’t have?

Are you a how thinker, or an “if” thinker?

What is one character trait you know you display no matter what circumstances you are facing?

What is your most prevailing thought?

Do you say “Let’s find a way”, or do you say, “There is no way!”?

Do you do what you should do?

What is one decision you would make if you knew you wouldn’t fail?

What would you do if you weren’t afraid?–the book “Who moved my cheese?”

Do you say, “There should be a better way to do it?” or “That’s the way it’s always been done.”?

Do you have a strong will or a strong won’t?

What would a truly creative person do in your situation?

Who (what) are you becoming now?

Have you found that the place to be happy is here, and the time to be happy is now?

If you don’t enjoy what you have, how could you be happier with more?

Forget the past. Who are you now? Who have you decided to become?

Are you trying to make something for yourself, or something of yourself?

After a failure, do you give up or get up?

Now that it’s behind you, what did you do yesterday that you are proud of today?

Who among you by worrying could add a single hour to his life? –Jesus

Napoleon is quoted as saying “Impossible is a word found only in the dictionary of fools.” What are the words in your dictionary?

If revenge is sweet, why does it leave a bitter taste?

What is the fruit on a negative thinker’s tree?

Is fear causing you to run from something that isn’t after you?

Do you leave others better than when you found them?

Both enthusiasm and pessimissm are contagious. Which one do you spread?

“I wonder, would you rather have 100% from an average person, or 10% from someone who is outstanding?”

“Would you believe in what you believe in if you were the only one who believed in it?”

If someone were to pay you $10 for each kind word you say and collect $5 from you for every unkind word you speak, how much would you have?

Is your favorite letter “I”?

What would happen if you changed the words you spoke about your biggest problems?

Ten years from today, what will you wish you had done now?

How much is there left in you after you have lost everything outside of yourself? –Orison Marden

When is the last time you did a random act of kindness?

If money weren’t a consideration, what would you be doing?

If you were another person, would you like to be a friend of yourself?

Did you see difficulties in every opportunity, or did you see opportunities in every difficulty?

Do you go through a problem, or try to go around it and not past it?

Do you focus on what you don’t want to do, or what you do want to happen?

Are you too proud to ask for help?

If you try to be like him/her, who would be like you?

Are you controlled by your thoughts, or are you controlling your thoughts? –Raymond Holliwell

What walls are you building right now?

Whom do you usually blame when little or big things go wrong?

When confronted with a Goliath-sized problem, which way do you respond? “He’s too big to hit”, or “He’s too big to miss?”

What advice do you give others that you need to follow?

Do you say “I’m good, but not as good as I ought to be” or do you say “I’m not as bad as other people.”?

Can others trust you?

Are you running from something or to something?

What one thing should you eliminate from your life because it holds you back from reaching your potential?

What outside influences are causing you to be better or worse?

What good thing have you previously committed yourself to do that you have quit doing?

What is one thing you will still do for someone who has no opporunity to repay you?

How many people became successful at something they hate?

If you were arrested for being kind, would there be enough evidence to convict you?

Are you known as a solution or a problem?

What kind of world would this be if everyone was just like you?

Did you today, by any way, make the world a better place to live in?

Do you allow a past circumstance to limit today’s happiness?

Do you spend the first six days of each week sowing wild oats, then go to church on Sunday and pray for a crop failure?
–Fred Allen

Does God seem far away? If so, guess who moved?

Do you say “Our Father” every Sunday and act like an orphan the rest of the week?

In your prayers, how often do you say, “And now God, what can I do for you?”

Do you see God everywhere or nowhere?

What cause are you living for?

What is between you and God?

Are you willing to preach what you practice?

When you die, why should God let you into heaven?

Are you gonna get any better, or this is it?

How old would you be if you didn’t know how old you were?
– via twitter

Life Lesson: On Encouragement and Hope

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I forgot where I read this beautiful story, but if I remember it right, I got this from CHICKEN SOUP FOR THE SOUL 🙂

Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room. One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon to help drain the fluid from his lungs. His bed was next to the room’s only window. The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back. The men talked for hours on end. They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military service, where they had been on vacation.

Every afternoon, when the man in the bed by the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window.

The man in the other bed began to live for those one hour periods where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and color of the world outside.

The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake. Ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed their model boats. Young lovers walked arm in arm amidst flowers of every color and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance. As the man by the window described all this in exquisite detail, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine the picturesque scene.

One warm afternoon, the man by the window described a parade passing by. Although the other man couldn’t hear the band, he could see it in his mind’s eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive words.

Days and weeks passed.

One morning, the nurse arrived to bring water for their baths only to find the lifeless body of the man by the window, who had died peacefully in his sleep. She was saddened and called the hospital attendants to take the body away.

As soon as it seemed appropriate, the other man asked if he could be moved next to the window. The nurse was happy to make the switch, and after making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone.

Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his first look at the real world outside. He strained to slowly turn to look out the window beside the bed.

It faced a blank wall.

The man asked the nurse what could have compelled his deceased roommate who had described such wonderful things outside his window.

The nurse responded that the man was blind and could not even see the wall.

She said, “Perhaps he just wanted to encourage you.”

Life’s Little Instruction Book

A collection of my faves from this booklet (Volume III) by H. Jackson Brown, Jr.

Regardless of the situation, remember that nothing is ever lost by courtesy.

You should never allow anyone to intimidate you.

It’s better to be cheated in price than in quality.

You should never hesitate to do what you know is right.

Success is based on your service to others, not at the expense of others.

We should remember the credo of Walt Disney: THINK. BELIEVE. DREAM. DARE.

Never criticize your country when traveling abroad.

Never ignore an old barking dog.

Look for the opportunity that’s hidden in every adversary.

Ask permission before taking someone’s photograph.

Never underestimate someone with disability.

Seek respect rather popularity.

Seek refinement rather than fashion.

Never forget that it only takes one person or one idea to change your life forever.

Don’t be critical of your partner’s friends.

Respect your elders.

On your birthday, send your mom a thank you card.

Hold yourself the same high standards that you require of others.

Offer hope.

Remember that a lasting marriage is built on commitment, not convenience.

Never tell a salesman how much you want to spend.

Don’t forget that a couple of words of praise or encouragement can make someone’s day.

Remember that cruel words deeply hurt.

Plant a tree the day your child is born.

If it’s not a beautiful morning, let your cheerfulness make it one.

Never give up on a dream just because of the length of time it will take to accomplish it. The time will pass anyway.

Don’t write down anything you don’t want someone else to read.

Remember that life’s most treasured moments often come unannounced.

Ask an older person you respect to tell you his/her greatest regret.

Remember that anything worth doing is going to take longer than you think.

Criticize the behavior, not the person.

Never leave fun to find fun.

Rebuild a broken relationship.

After someone apologizes to you, don’t lecture them.

Be willing to accept a temporary inconvenience for a permanent improvement.

Never make fun of people who speak broken language. It means they know another language.

Never underestimate the influence of the people you have allowed into your life.

Life Lesson: On Unconditional Love & Giving

*I copied this from my book entitled The Giving Tree. It is one of my fave books 🙂 So simple yet so philosophical. Hope you like it, too.:)


By: Shel Silverstein

Once there was a tree,

And she loved a little boy.

And every day, the boy would come

And he would gather her leaves

And make them into crowns

And play King of the forest.

He would climb up her trunk

And swing from her branches

And eat apples.

And they would play hide-and-seek.

And when he was tired, he would sleep in her shade.

And the boy loved the tree…very much.

And the tree was happy.

But time went by,

And the boy grew older.

And the tree was often alone.

Then one day, the boy came to the tree and the tree said,

“Come, Boy, come climb up my trunk and swing from my branches and eat apples and play in my shade and be happy”.

“I am too big to climb and play,” said the boy.

“I want to buy some things and have fun. I want some money. Can you give me some money?”

“I’m sorry,” said the tree, “but I have no money. I have only leaves and apples. Take my apples, Boy and sell them in the city. Then you will have money and you will be happy.”

And so the boy climbed up the tree and gathered her apples and carried them away.

And the tree was happy.

But the boy stayed away for a long time, and the tree was sad.

And then one day, the boy came back and the tree shook with joy and she said

“Come, boy, climb up my trunk and swing from my branches and be happy.”

“I am too busy to climb trees,” said the boy.

“I want a house to keep me warm,” he said.

“I want a wife and I want children, and so I need a house. Can you give me a house?”

“I have no house,” said the tree.

“The forest is my house, but you may cut off my branches and build a house. Then you will be happy.”

And so the boy cut off her branches and carried them away to build his house.

And the tree was happy.

But the boy stayed away for a long time.

And when he came back, the tree was so happy she could hardly speak.

“Come Boy,” she whispered. “Come and play.”

“I am too old and sad to play,” said the boy.

“I want a boat that will take me far away from here. Can you give me a boat?”

“Cut down my trunk and make a boat,” said the tree.

“Then you can sail away and be happy.”

And so the boy cut down her trunk, and made a boat and sailed away.

And the tree was happy…

But not really.

And after a long time, the boy came back again.

“I am sorry, Boy,” said the tree, “but I have nothing left to give you – my apples are gone…”

“My teeth are too weak for apples,” said the boy.

“My branches are gone,” said the tree. “You cannot swing on them…”

“I am too old to swing on branches,” said the boy.

“My trunk is gone,” said the tree. “You cannot climb…”

“I am too tired to climb,” said the boy.

“I am sorry,” sighed the tree. “I wish I could give you something, but I have nothing left. I am just an old stump. I am sorry…”

“I don’t need very much now,” said the boy, “just a quiet place to sit and rest. I am very tired.”

“Well,” said the tree, straightening herself up as much as she could,

“well an old stump is good for sitting and resting. Come, Boy, sit down. Sit down and rest.”

And the boy did.

And the tree was happy.

The End.