Anger is like a storm rising up from the bottom of your consciousness. When you feel it coming, turn your focus to your breath.

Thích Nhất Hạnh

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My Isle of Golden Dreams
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Out of the mist lips I have kissed call tenderly
Out of the west, hands I have pressed beckon to me
Over the sea waiting for me lonely and blue
Somebody sighs, somebody cries, I love you, I love you
 
Drifting in dreams, drifting it seems back to the shore
Where hand in hand over the sand we'll stroll once more
Heart of my heart, we'll never part, I hear her say
But with the dawn my dreams have gone astray
 
I hear the voice of my land
A-callin' me it seems
Those fair Hawaiian islands
My isle of golden dreams
 
I hear the voice of my land
A-callin' me it seems
Those fair Hawaiian islands
My isle of golden dreams