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		<title>Comment on Gender Quake by kamla</title>
		<link>http://www.kamlakkapur.com/blog/2010/03/12/gender-quake/comment-page-1/#comment-3281</link>
		<dc:creator>kamla</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 01 Jun 2010 03:12:12 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Hi Chelsea,

thanks for your kind concern. I&#039;m going through a molting and transformation (i  Hope!) and have been silent here for many months. One needs a lot of energy for inner processes, and of course, trust. I&#039;m giving myself as much time as it takes to sort things out. the gender issue has resolved itself intuitively and is no longer a major concern. the intellect is taking a back seat and something else i cannot name -- God, perhaps, Godina -- is taking precedence over all else. I am still quite inarticulate about the process, but wanted to thank you for your comment. 

the best,

Kamla</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Hi Chelsea,</p>
<p>thanks for your kind concern. I&#8217;m going through a molting and transformation (i  Hope!) and have been silent here for many months. One needs a lot of energy for inner processes, and of course, trust. I&#8217;m giving myself as much time as it takes to sort things out. the gender issue has resolved itself intuitively and is no longer a major concern. the intellect is taking a back seat and something else i cannot name &#8212; God, perhaps, Godina &#8212; is taking precedence over all else. I am still quite inarticulate about the process, but wanted to thank you for your comment. </p>
<p>the best,</p>
<p>Kamla</p>
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		<title>Comment on About by kamla</title>
		<link>http://www.kamlakkapur.com/blog/about/comment-page-1/#comment-2220</link>
		<dc:creator>kamla</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 26 Jan 2010 18:18:10 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Dear Muralidhara, thanks for your kind words. I am always pleased to hear that Rumi&#039;s wonderful messages are coming through in my book. I am also very pleased that the book is so reasonably priced. I would love to see these stories in Kannad. I know there is a rather large highly educated kannad audience, as well as a great deal of literature in your language.

all the best,
Kamla</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Dear Muralidhara, thanks for your kind words. I am always pleased to hear that Rumi&#8217;s wonderful messages are coming through in my book. I am also very pleased that the book is so reasonably priced. I would love to see these stories in Kannad. I know there is a rather large highly educated kannad audience, as well as a great deal of literature in your language.</p>
<p>all the best,<br />
Kamla</p>
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		<title>Comment on About by muralidhara.l.v</title>
		<link>http://www.kamlakkapur.com/blog/about/comment-page-1/#comment-2219</link>
		<dc:creator>muralidhara.l.v</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 26 Jan 2010 18:09:52 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Madam Ms Kamla K. kapoor,

Recently, i purchased the book titled &quot;Pilgrimage to paradise&quot; - Sufi Tales from Rumi (at very affordable price of Rs.200/- by Penguin Publishers )

I have read a few stories viz., The worth of a Pearl, And This belongs to,  The Witch of Kabul and You never no why. I read the &quot;preface&quot; also.

I have to tell here that I am very happy reading these stories for their simplicity and easy flow.  I wish to read all the stories as early as possible. 

I have read several Zen stories and  several Jataka tales earlier. I love them. I wonder reading them.    But Sufi stories are certainly different from the Zen stories and the Jataka tales. I like them. I do not think that I am spiritual minded.  The Power of reasoning and the knowledge of Science are helping me (?) to continue to remain rational minded.  But I continue to wonder at the infinite ways of the nature.  All my reading is for my pleasure - a kind of satisfaction of knowing some thing new.

One day if I can, I wish to translate the stories of this book &quot;Sufi Tales from Rumi&quot; in to my mother tongue kannada.  Already, quite a few books are published in Kannada regarding the Sufi Saints and tbeir related stories.  But the stories in this book are required to be translated in Kannada too for the benefit of interested kannada readers.  I am sure many other Kannada readers who read this book may also think similarly and possibly some of them or one of them even try translating it in to Kannada in a short period. 

As a reader,  I congratulate for giving us excellent stories by Sufi Saint Rumi - told in a very simple and very readable language.  A person like me who is not a student of English literature and studied English as a second language only in Schools and Colleges can read these stories effortlessly and enjoy reading them will indicate that this book will reach both learned and ordinary readers.

I wish the author write many more books and publish them in India at affordable price as in the case of the above mentioned book.

With regards,

muralidhara.l.v
26.01.2010
Flat no.1c, Saahana Apartments,
64, Sarat Bose Road, kolkata-700 025</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Madam Ms Kamla K. kapoor,</p>
<p>Recently, i purchased the book titled &#8220;Pilgrimage to paradise&#8221; &#8211; Sufi Tales from Rumi (at very affordable price of Rs.200/- by Penguin Publishers )</p>
<p>I have read a few stories viz., The worth of a Pearl, And This belongs to,  The Witch of Kabul and You never no why. I read the &#8220;preface&#8221; also.</p>
<p>I have to tell here that I am very happy reading these stories for their simplicity and easy flow.  I wish to read all the stories as early as possible. </p>
<p>I have read several Zen stories and  several Jataka tales earlier. I love them. I wonder reading them.    But Sufi stories are certainly different from the Zen stories and the Jataka tales. I like them. I do not think that I am spiritual minded.  The Power of reasoning and the knowledge of Science are helping me (?) to continue to remain rational minded.  But I continue to wonder at the infinite ways of the nature.  All my reading is for my pleasure &#8211; a kind of satisfaction of knowing some thing new.</p>
<p>One day if I can, I wish to translate the stories of this book &#8220;Sufi Tales from Rumi&#8221; in to my mother tongue kannada.  Already, quite a few books are published in Kannada regarding the Sufi Saints and tbeir related stories.  But the stories in this book are required to be translated in Kannada too for the benefit of interested kannada readers.  I am sure many other Kannada readers who read this book may also think similarly and possibly some of them or one of them even try translating it in to Kannada in a short period. </p>
<p>As a reader,  I congratulate for giving us excellent stories by Sufi Saint Rumi &#8211; told in a very simple and very readable language.  A person like me who is not a student of English literature and studied English as a second language only in Schools and Colleges can read these stories effortlessly and enjoy reading them will indicate that this book will reach both learned and ordinary readers.</p>
<p>I wish the author write many more books and publish them in India at affordable price as in the case of the above mentioned book.</p>
<p>With regards,</p>
<p>muralidhara.l.v<br />
26.01.2010<br />
Flat no.1c, Saahana Apartments,<br />
64, Sarat Bose Road, kolkata-700 025</p>
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		<title>Comment on About Judging, or Not by kamla</title>
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		<dc:creator>kamla</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 17 Jan 2010 17:40:12 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I look forward to meeting you at Warwick&#039;s, Deneice! Thanks for the comment.
Krone Kamla</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I look forward to meeting you at Warwick&#8217;s, Deneice! Thanks for the comment.<br />
Krone Kamla</p>
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		<title>Comment on About Judging, or Not by DENEICE KENEHAN</title>
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		<dc:creator>DENEICE KENEHAN</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 17 Jan 2010 15:42:01 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Thank Gods for the women who weep for the world. Thank Gods for the post-menopausal krones and the premenstrual maidens who rain the repressed sadness, anger, fear, frustration. 

To Tears!

DeNeice</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Thank Gods for the women who weep for the world. Thank Gods for the post-menopausal krones and the premenstrual maidens who rain the repressed sadness, anger, fear, frustration. </p>
<p>To Tears!</p>
<p>DeNeice</p>
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		<title>Comment on About by DENEICE KENEHAN</title>
		<link>http://www.kamlakkapur.com/blog/about/comment-page-1/#comment-2172</link>
		<dc:creator>DENEICE KENEHAN</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 17 Jan 2010 15:35:04 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Warwicks on Wednesday, here I come!

Namaste~ DeNeice</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Warwicks on Wednesday, here I come!</p>
<p>Namaste~ DeNeice</p>
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		<title>Comment on THE WEB OF LOVE by Payson</title>
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		<dc:creator>Payson</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 06 Jan 2010 05:04:16 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Priya:
The Pacific Ocean winter light soothes all rough landings. All the drumming of keyboards, rattling of paint brushes, and humming of harmoniums or piano strings are small blips in the great vibration of sun and moon bathing us with the cosmic touch. As we sleep, lie, sit in the Zen Pad let us give thanks for all the blessings raining down.
PRS 5Jan10</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Priya:<br />
The Pacific Ocean winter light soothes all rough landings. All the drumming of keyboards, rattling of paint brushes, and humming of harmoniums or piano strings are small blips in the great vibration of sun and moon bathing us with the cosmic touch. As we sleep, lie, sit in the Zen Pad let us give thanks for all the blessings raining down.<br />
PRS 5Jan10</p>
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		<title>Comment on About Judging, or Not by kamla</title>
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		<dc:creator>kamla</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 17 Nov 2009 01:50:18 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>My dear Ahmad, your question has certainly showed up the hollowness of my wisdom. You are suffering deeply right now, I know, and can’t imagine what your reality is right now. To just find yourself nauseous one day, with a headache, go to the hospital, and find that you have an injury to your brain that you don’t remember how you got. Neither your colleagues at the office, nor your wife nor children knew how you got that deep wound. You have no memory at all of the trauma. 
 When my then husband, Donald Dean Powell, committed suicide in August 1993, I was suffering deeply. Two houses down from ours lived an elderly couple with their retarded 30 year old son, Al. Al would stand in front of my house and for sometimes as long as half an hour say ‘why? Why? Why?’ in his throaty, distorted voice. It sounded like the sound of a wounded animal. It expressed my pain so accurately. I can still hear it as I write this, sixteen years later. The sound became for me the voice of raw, unredeemed human suffering. And I heard it again, in your ‘why?’
I have no answers for you, Ahmad. None. And I can’t mitigate your suffering in any way. You are essentially alone on this journey and must figure things out for yourself. It will take its time and go through its stages of despair and anger till you either heal or accept, or not, according to your circumstances and temperament. 
I am compelled to offer advice – I am wired to do so. Whether it is of any use or not, you alone can decide. I have known from my own experience that taking the path of hope and choosing to be calm and restful during crises can be very helpful. At least, it was to me. The words that helped me endure Donald’s suicide was my father’s gentle, loving, compassionate voice over the phone when I told him what had happened: take this lightly. As the days went by I floated on these words when I could have drowned. I still live by them and they have the power of mitigating a great deal of anxiety whenever I encounter it.
This is all I can say, Ahmad, and I hope it helps. All the blessings of the universe on your head, sweet man.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>My dear Ahmad, your question has certainly showed up the hollowness of my wisdom. You are suffering deeply right now, I know, and can’t imagine what your reality is right now. To just find yourself nauseous one day, with a headache, go to the hospital, and find that you have an injury to your brain that you don’t remember how you got. Neither your colleagues at the office, nor your wife nor children knew how you got that deep wound. You have no memory at all of the trauma.<br />
 When my then husband, Donald Dean Powell, committed suicide in August 1993, I was suffering deeply. Two houses down from ours lived an elderly couple with their retarded 30 year old son, Al. Al would stand in front of my house and for sometimes as long as half an hour say ‘why? Why? Why?’ in his throaty, distorted voice. It sounded like the sound of a wounded animal. It expressed my pain so accurately. I can still hear it as I write this, sixteen years later. The sound became for me the voice of raw, unredeemed human suffering. And I heard it again, in your ‘why?’<br />
I have no answers for you, Ahmad. None. And I can’t mitigate your suffering in any way. You are essentially alone on this journey and must figure things out for yourself. It will take its time and go through its stages of despair and anger till you either heal or accept, or not, according to your circumstances and temperament.<br />
I am compelled to offer advice – I am wired to do so. Whether it is of any use or not, you alone can decide. I have known from my own experience that taking the path of hope and choosing to be calm and restful during crises can be very helpful. At least, it was to me. The words that helped me endure Donald’s suicide was my father’s gentle, loving, compassionate voice over the phone when I told him what had happened: take this lightly. As the days went by I floated on these words when I could have drowned. I still live by them and they have the power of mitigating a great deal of anxiety whenever I encounter it.<br />
This is all I can say, Ahmad, and I hope it helps. All the blessings of the universe on your head, sweet man.</p>
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		<title>Comment on RESTING by kamla</title>
		<link>http://www.kamlakkapur.com/blog/2009/08/25/resting/comment-page-1/#comment-884</link>
		<dc:creator>kamla</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 04 Sep 2009 07:00:49 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Hey, Jori O, is that you? Great to hear from you! Can we get together when we return to Del Mar on 3rd Oct?</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Hey, Jori O, is that you? Great to hear from you! Can we get together when we return to Del Mar on 3rd Oct?</p>
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		<title>Comment on RESTING by JoriO</title>
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		<dc:creator>JoriO</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 01 Sep 2009 17:24:39 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Evidently the hardest working &quot;rester&quot; ever encountered. I am looking forward to reading the Rumi stories. Having experenced a reading of &quot;Kepler&#039;s Dreams&quot;, I am sorry ot have missed it in the Gasslamp.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Evidently the hardest working &#8220;rester&#8221; ever encountered. I am looking forward to reading the Rumi stories. Having experenced a reading of &#8220;Kepler&#8217;s Dreams&#8221;, I am sorry ot have missed it in the Gasslamp.</p>
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