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scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="citas" /><title>El amor</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pb59ep-Yl4I/TxdVz-HbbPI/AAAAAAAABfs/uY2lsiZkDzs/s1600/Juan_Pablo_II.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pb59ep-Yl4I/TxdVz-HbbPI/AAAAAAAABfs/uY2lsiZkDzs/s320/Juan_Pablo_II.jpg" width="220" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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El amor me aclaró todo. El amor me resolvió todo. Por eso admiro el amor donde quiera que se encuentre.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
-Juan Pablo II&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32157082-2623166354901654323?l=dia-zen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ElCaminoMedio/~4/NlhvRGd401w" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dia-zen.blogspot.com/feeds/2623166354901654323/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32157082&amp;postID=2623166354901654323&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32157082/posts/default/2623166354901654323?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32157082/posts/default/2623166354901654323?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ElCaminoMedio/~3/NlhvRGd401w/el-amor.html" title="El amor" /><author><name>BR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11313130355676019547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="30" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m804HoRTs6U/TEdmc7QmmWI/AAAAAAAABEA/tVWVoLKwcEk/S220/kerouac.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pb59ep-Yl4I/TxdVz-HbbPI/AAAAAAAABfs/uY2lsiZkDzs/s72-c/Juan_Pablo_II.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://dia-zen.blogspot.com/2012/01/el-amor.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUABSXk_eCp7ImA9WhRVGEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32157082.post-5075839792687359837</id><published>2012-01-17T15:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T15:42:38.740-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-17T15:42:38.740-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="jodorowsky" /><title>Yo no</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mEuCiERPEPk/TxTgEJZYXpI/AAAAAAAABfI/2XF5DGhvVtg/s1600/budameditando.png" imageanchor="1" style=""&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" width="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mEuCiERPEPk/TxTgEJZYXpI/AAAAAAAABfI/2XF5DGhvVtg/s320/budameditando.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Sin salir de mi casa&lt;br /&gt;
Conozco el Universo&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
-Lao Tse&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32157082-6981114259168671558?l=dia-zen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ElCaminoMedio/~4/9-SDorI-Ir8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dia-zen.blogspot.com/feeds/6981114259168671558/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32157082&amp;postID=6981114259168671558&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32157082/posts/default/6981114259168671558?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32157082/posts/default/6981114259168671558?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ElCaminoMedio/~3/9-SDorI-Ir8/sin-salir-de-mi-casa.html" title="Sin salir de mi casa" /><author><name>BR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11313130355676019547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="30" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m804HoRTs6U/TEdmc7QmmWI/AAAAAAAABEA/tVWVoLKwcEk/S220/kerouac.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mEuCiERPEPk/TxTgEJZYXpI/AAAAAAAABfI/2XF5DGhvVtg/s72-c/budameditando.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://dia-zen.blogspot.com/2012/01/sin-salir-de-mi-casa.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUAHRXY_eip7ImA9WhRQGUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32157082.post-5113547497621728435</id><published>2011-12-15T17:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T17:08:54.842-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-15T17:08:54.842-08:00</app:edited><title>Os invito</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://www.brunoruiz.info/"&gt;Subtextos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32157082-5113547497621728435?l=dia-zen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ElCaminoMedio/~4/T6dXKU31Xv8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dia-zen.blogspot.com/feeds/5113547497621728435/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32157082&amp;postID=5113547497621728435&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32157082/posts/default/5113547497621728435?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32157082/posts/default/5113547497621728435?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ElCaminoMedio/~3/T6dXKU31Xv8/os-invito.html" title="Os invito" /><author><name>BR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11313130355676019547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="30" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m804HoRTs6U/TEdmc7QmmWI/AAAAAAAABEA/tVWVoLKwcEk/S220/kerouac.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://dia-zen.blogspot.com/2011/12/os-invito.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUMHR3k5fCp7ImA9WhRQFUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32157082.post-836900741768134638</id><published>2011-12-10T13:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T13:43:56.724-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-10T13:43:56.724-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="citas" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Maharishi" /><title>Una mayor felicidad</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B3WVbiwcirw/TuPSdAoAvzI/AAAAAAAABds/bUYxLv8Vj_Q/s1600/meditacion.png" imageanchor="1" style=""&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="155" width="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B3WVbiwcirw/TuPSdAoAvzI/AAAAAAAABds/bUYxLv8Vj_Q/s320/meditacion.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
En la meditación, no nos concentramos o controlamos la mente. Dejamos que la mente siga su instinto natural hacia una mayor felicidad.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
-Maharishi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32157082-836900741768134638?l=dia-zen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ElCaminoMedio/~4/xy4npcD3wiw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dia-zen.blogspot.com/feeds/836900741768134638/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32157082&amp;postID=836900741768134638&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32157082/posts/default/836900741768134638?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32157082/posts/default/836900741768134638?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ElCaminoMedio/~3/xy4npcD3wiw/una-mayor-felicidad.html" title="Una mayor felicidad" /><author><name>BR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11313130355676019547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="30" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m804HoRTs6U/TEdmc7QmmWI/AAAAAAAABEA/tVWVoLKwcEk/S220/kerouac.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B3WVbiwcirw/TuPSdAoAvzI/AAAAAAAABds/bUYxLv8Vj_Q/s72-c/meditacion.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://dia-zen.blogspot.com/2011/12/una-mayor-felicidad.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CU8ASH4_eSp7ImA9WhRQE0Q.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32157082.post-7232981238138873586</id><published>2011-12-08T17:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T17:24:09.041-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-08T17:24:09.041-08:00</app:edited><title>Espejo</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cguaZ9oBwLw/TuFcnMpj9bI/AAAAAAAABdg/dk05LXtc-BY/s1600/tu%2Bespejo.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="247" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cguaZ9oBwLw/TuFcnMpj9bI/AAAAAAAABdg/dk05LXtc-BY/s400/tu%2Bespejo.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;La Sombra es la parte inferior de la personalidad, la suma de todas las disposiciones psíquicas personales y colectivas que no son asumidas por la consciencia por su incompatibilidad con la personalidad que predomina en nuestra psique... &lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sombra_(arquetipo)"&gt;leer más&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
- - -&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Este es uno de los conceptos dentro del ramo del desarrollo personal que más cuesta trabajo asimilar y practicar. Y esto es porque la parte de nuestra persona que rechazamos en nosotros mismos, lo proyectamos como una 'sombra' en otras personas. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
El clásico ejemplo es una persona que nos molesta. Hay que preguntarse qué hay en esa persona, en su actitud, que nos molesta. Una vez que detectamos ese detalle, debemos tomar propiedad de él, y aceptar que es algo de nosotros que habíamos estado proyectando en otros. &lt;br /&gt;
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Tomar posesión de esa sombra brinda mayor luz al ser de uno. Aunque no es fácil. Es un trabajo muy duro y penoso, donde uno se encara con nuestros lados más obscuros.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32157082-7232981238138873586?l=dia-zen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ElCaminoMedio/~4/KsRs_p9u7q4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dia-zen.blogspot.com/feeds/7232981238138873586/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32157082&amp;postID=7232981238138873586&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32157082/posts/default/7232981238138873586?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32157082/posts/default/7232981238138873586?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ElCaminoMedio/~3/KsRs_p9u7q4/espejo_08.html" title="Espejo" /><author><name>BR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11313130355676019547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="30" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m804HoRTs6U/TEdmc7QmmWI/AAAAAAAABEA/tVWVoLKwcEk/S220/kerouac.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cguaZ9oBwLw/TuFcnMpj9bI/AAAAAAAABdg/dk05LXtc-BY/s72-c/tu%2Bespejo.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://dia-zen.blogspot.com/2011/12/espejo_08.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ck4FQ3s-fCp7ImA9WhRQE0Q.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32157082.post-1358025674636855975</id><published>2011-12-08T16:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T16:35:12.554-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-08T16:35:12.554-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="instantáneas" /><title>Programación</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fky6RMYmJ28/TuFXK3a0TMI/AAAAAAAABdU/7JuEnfviuO8/s1600/padre-hijo.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fky6RMYmJ28/TuFXK3a0TMI/AAAAAAAABdU/7JuEnfviuO8/s320/padre-hijo.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32157082-1358025674636855975?l=dia-zen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ElCaminoMedio/~4/oCu_X7hjc_s" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dia-zen.blogspot.com/feeds/1358025674636855975/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32157082&amp;postID=1358025674636855975&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32157082/posts/default/1358025674636855975?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32157082/posts/default/1358025674636855975?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ElCaminoMedio/~3/oCu_X7hjc_s/programacion.html" title="Programación" /><author><name>BR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11313130355676019547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="30" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m804HoRTs6U/TEdmc7QmmWI/AAAAAAAABEA/tVWVoLKwcEk/S220/kerouac.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fky6RMYmJ28/TuFXK3a0TMI/AAAAAAAABdU/7JuEnfviuO8/s72-c/padre-hijo.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://dia-zen.blogspot.com/2011/12/programacion.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUAASHoyfSp7ImA9WhRRFU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32157082.post-3497443077274879424</id><published>2011-11-28T16:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T16:49:09.495-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-28T16:49:09.495-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="manuel vicent" /><title>Lágrimas</title><content type="html">Por MANUEL VICENT&lt;br /&gt;
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En medio de la selva de Camboya, bajo un impenetrable trenzado de raíces y lianas, no hace muchos años aparecieron las ruinas de los templos milenarios de Angkor. Una vegetación salvaje se había tragado a los dioses y toda la sabiduría que allí impartieron los monjes budistas estuvo ahogada durante siglos por el griterío de los monos, que iban saltando de rama en rama a platicar en las salas del monasterio. Esa es la primera enseñanza que recibí en este viaje al Lejano Oriente. Puede que todos llevemos dentro un mono parlanchín que debe elegir entre dios y la naturaleza, el dilema inexorable. Después en Nepal, a los pies del Himalaya, se extendía la miseria humana de Katmandú y sobre ella se vislumbraban con toda su pureza el Everest y el Annapurna, aquel más alto, este más cruel, los dos puestos allí delante como un desafío ascético de la mente. El principal comercio de Katmandú consiste en ropa de abrigo, en instrumentos y equipos para escalar esas cimas cuya última arista está poblada de alpinistas muertos, congelados, con una sonrisa azul. En una colina de Katmandú se levanta el monasterio de Kopan y allí una mañana el monje budista tibetano, el Venerable Namgyel, impartió una lección magnífica, que era otra forma de alpinismo, esta vez hacia las alturas del espíritu. Unos tratan de ascender al Annapurna, otros intentan escalarse a sí mismos, dos cumbres igual de peligrosas. Después de la plática, en el restaurante Baithak, instalado en el antiguo palacio de un sátrapa, compartí unos alimentos con este sabio budista. Le hice algunas preguntas. Le dije: se puede demostrar por las leyes físicas que el sol sale todos los días, pero metafísicamente no se puede demostrar. El sol saldrá mañana solo si uno quiere. ¿Es eso cierto? El Venerable contestó: en efecto, el sol saldrá para ti si realmente lo necesitas. Seguí departiendo con él durante la comida asuntos del espíritu y hubo un momento en que se me saltaron las lágrimas. Esta convulsión no era debida a alguna profunda reflexión sobre mi karma que hubiera expresado el sabio budista. Sucedió que había mojado una nuez exótica en una salsa rabiosa y en medio de tanta espiritualidad se me fundió el cerebro y comencé a llorar. En Oriente basta con una nuez para llegar a las lágrimas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32157082-3497443077274879424?l=dia-zen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ElCaminoMedio/~4/GVMp0PhPwSI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dia-zen.blogspot.com/feeds/3497443077274879424/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32157082&amp;postID=3497443077274879424&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32157082/posts/default/3497443077274879424?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32157082/posts/default/3497443077274879424?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ElCaminoMedio/~3/GVMp0PhPwSI/lagrimas.html" title="Lágrimas" /><author><name>BR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11313130355676019547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="30" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m804HoRTs6U/TEdmc7QmmWI/AAAAAAAABEA/tVWVoLKwcEk/S220/kerouac.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://dia-zen.blogspot.com/2011/11/lagrimas.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkINQng5fyp7ImA9WhRREko.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32157082.post-527253289212511188</id><published>2011-11-25T18:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T18:29:53.627-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-25T18:29:53.627-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="video" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="citas" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="ho'oponopono" /><title>Te quiero</title><content type="html">&lt;iframe width="480" height="270" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/trDxb-Cr5aQ?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Pobre alma, mi centro, de arcilla pecadora, veleta de rebeldes poderes que te ocultan.&lt;br /&gt;
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-Shakespeare Soneto 146&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32157082-527253289212511188?l=dia-zen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ElCaminoMedio/~4/0M3z8pa85Vc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dia-zen.blogspot.com/feeds/527253289212511188/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32157082&amp;postID=527253289212511188&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32157082/posts/default/527253289212511188?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32157082/posts/default/527253289212511188?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ElCaminoMedio/~3/0M3z8pa85Vc/te-quiero.html" title="Te quiero" /><author><name>BR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11313130355676019547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="30" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m804HoRTs6U/TEdmc7QmmWI/AAAAAAAABEA/tVWVoLKwcEk/S220/kerouac.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://img.youtube.com/vi/trDxb-Cr5aQ/default.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://dia-zen.blogspot.com/2011/11/te-quiero.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUEBSXw8fCp7ImA9WhRREko.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32157082.post-1446095215325169266</id><published>2011-11-24T16:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T18:14:18.274-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-25T18:14:18.274-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="ho'oponopono" /><title>Corregir el error</title><content type="html">/Sacado del &lt;a href="http://hooponoponoenvenezuela.wordpress.com/author/hooponoponoenvenezuela/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt; de Jocelyne Ramniceanu/&lt;br /&gt;
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Ho'Oponopono es una técnica de sanación hawaiana —que significa: Corregir el error— que limpia el origen de los problemas a través del perdón. &lt;br /&gt;
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Mediante la repetición de sencillas frases el Ho'Oponopono borra las memorias tóxicas arraigadas en el subconsciente.&lt;br /&gt;
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LO SIENTO: al decir estas palabras a su memoria usted rectifica el error.&lt;br /&gt;
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POR FAVOR PERDÓNAME: al decir estas palabras esta pidiendo a Dios que le ayude a perdonarse.&lt;br /&gt;
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TE QUIERO: es la frase que permite que se transmute la energía bloqueada.&lt;br /&gt;
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Fíjate en ese señor, quizá tu propio padre, tu hermano o el vecino de abajo. Son gente ya madura, de mediana edad, que lleva una existencia homologada, como la de cualquiera de nosotros. Gente que sale a trabajar y que vuelve de trabajar y que los sábados va al supermercado y los domingos al fútbol y que educa como buenamente puede a sus hijos, etcétera. Gente también con sus manías, claro: el que guarda los chasis de los rollos de papel higiénico, por ejemplo, o el que cada vez que escucha la palabra cáncer cruza los dedos a escondidas, o el que mete barcos en botellas de cristal. Todo eso forma parte de la normalidad, ahí el volcán no ha actuado todavía, ni siquiera sabes si hay volcán. Pero un día estás tomándote una cerveza en casa con una de estas personas y resulta que tienes la televisión encendida, con el telediario. Entonces tu padre, o tu hermano, o el vecino de abajo, quien quiera que sea aquel al que que has invitado, se vuelve y te dice: ¿por qué el locutor me acusa de haber huido? Tras recuperarte del estupor consecuente y antes de que te dé tiempo a hablar, el otro, confuso, como advirtiendo que se le ha escapado algo que no debía, cambia de conversación. He ahí una primera emisión de lava del volcán que ese hombre lleva dentro. ¿Por qué el locutor me acusa de haber huido? Quizá no se produzca en años otra manifestación de esa naturaleza. O sí, no lo sabemos. A veces el volcán de locura sobre el que permanecemos en pie estalla y no deja títere con cabeza. Tú mismo habrás notado en alguna ocasión el ascenso de materias intrusivas, al rojo vivo, en dirección a tu cerebro. Quizá hayas escuchado voces que abrasan. Vienen de las profundidades que nos constituyen. Somos de origen volcánico y estamos llenos de cráteres invisibles. Que permanezcan en reposo o no depende de variables que apenas controlamos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32157082-7170145571056198566?l=dia-zen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ElCaminoMedio/~4/YvWH2x2u6Qk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dia-zen.blogspot.com/feeds/7170145571056198566/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32157082&amp;postID=7170145571056198566&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32157082/posts/default/7170145571056198566?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32157082/posts/default/7170145571056198566?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ElCaminoMedio/~3/YvWH2x2u6Qk/lava-volcanica.html" title="Lava volcánica" /><author><name>BR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11313130355676019547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="30" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m804HoRTs6U/TEdmc7QmmWI/AAAAAAAABEA/tVWVoLKwcEk/S220/kerouac.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://dia-zen.blogspot.com/2011/11/lava-volcanica.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CU4AQXs4eip7ImA9WhRSFEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32157082.post-8460426866482446825</id><published>2011-11-16T14:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T14:52:20.532-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-16T14:52:20.532-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="citas" /><title>Sólo un camino</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xOlUBAG_EA8/TsQ9Ukrau5I/AAAAAAAABco/noC4RvZlQhU/s1600/uncamino.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="210" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xOlUBAG_EA8/TsQ9Ukrau5I/AAAAAAAABco/noC4RvZlQhU/s320/uncamino.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Sólo hay un camino. Sumergiéndote en tu interior.&lt;br /&gt;
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-Rainer Maria Rilke&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32157082-8460426866482446825?l=dia-zen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ElCaminoMedio/~4/p4d2U0GhxAc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dia-zen.blogspot.com/feeds/8460426866482446825/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32157082&amp;postID=8460426866482446825&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32157082/posts/default/8460426866482446825?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32157082/posts/default/8460426866482446825?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ElCaminoMedio/~3/p4d2U0GhxAc/solo-un-camino.html" title="Sólo un camino" /><author><name>BR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11313130355676019547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="30" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m804HoRTs6U/TEdmc7QmmWI/AAAAAAAABEA/tVWVoLKwcEk/S220/kerouac.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xOlUBAG_EA8/TsQ9Ukrau5I/AAAAAAAABco/noC4RvZlQhU/s72-c/uncamino.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://dia-zen.blogspot.com/2011/11/solo-un-camino.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkYMRnw4cCp7ImA9WhRSEk4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32157082.post-2049758595901995688</id><published>2011-11-13T17:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T17:29:47.238-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-13T17:29:47.238-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="citas biblicas" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="citas" /><title>Angosto es el camino</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8Z4wp90JP2U/TsBukBNxe9I/AAAAAAAABcc/alIfts7ku50/s1600/senderoestrecho.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8Z4wp90JP2U/TsBukBNxe9I/AAAAAAAABcc/alIfts7ku50/s1600/senderoestrecho.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Estrecha es la puerta, y angosto el camino que lleva a la vida, y pocos son los que la hallan.&lt;br /&gt;
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-Mateo 7:13-14&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32157082-2049758595901995688?l=dia-zen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ElCaminoMedio/~4/kkt6n8jnipY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dia-zen.blogspot.com/feeds/2049758595901995688/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32157082&amp;postID=2049758595901995688&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32157082/posts/default/2049758595901995688?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32157082/posts/default/2049758595901995688?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ElCaminoMedio/~3/kkt6n8jnipY/estrecha-es-la-puerta-y-angosto-el.html" title="Angosto es el camino" /><author><name>BR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11313130355676019547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="30" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m804HoRTs6U/TEdmc7QmmWI/AAAAAAAABEA/tVWVoLKwcEk/S220/kerouac.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8Z4wp90JP2U/TsBukBNxe9I/AAAAAAAABcc/alIfts7ku50/s72-c/senderoestrecho.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://dia-zen.blogspot.com/2011/11/estrecha-es-la-puerta-y-angosto-el.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUAGRX07fyp7ImA9WhRSEk4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32157082.post-3528889958763503273</id><published>2011-11-13T17:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T17:22:04.307-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-13T17:22:04.307-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="upanishads" /><title>El filo de una navaja</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pXYt2-Qex80/TsBsjmhqSqI/AAAAAAAABcI/lihgDTnmFeg/s1600/desfiladero.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pXYt2-Qex80/TsBsjmhqSqI/AAAAAAAABcI/lihgDTnmFeg/s320/desfiladero.jpg" width="208px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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El camino a la salvación es angosto y difícil de transitar como el filo de una navaja.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
-Upanishad&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32157082-3528889958763503273?l=dia-zen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ElCaminoMedio/~4/UJU3LkCEdrw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dia-zen.blogspot.com/feeds/3528889958763503273/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32157082&amp;postID=3528889958763503273&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32157082/posts/default/3528889958763503273?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32157082/posts/default/3528889958763503273?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ElCaminoMedio/~3/UJU3LkCEdrw/el-filo-de-una-navaja.html" title="El filo de una navaja" /><author><name>BR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11313130355676019547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="30" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m804HoRTs6U/TEdmc7QmmWI/AAAAAAAABEA/tVWVoLKwcEk/S220/kerouac.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pXYt2-Qex80/TsBsjmhqSqI/AAAAAAAABcI/lihgDTnmFeg/s72-c/desfiladero.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://dia-zen.blogspot.com/2011/11/el-filo-de-una-navaja.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkEHR3Y9fSp7ImA9WhRTF08.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32157082.post-6926964154143633734</id><published>2011-11-07T18:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T18:50:36.865-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-07T18:50:36.865-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="citas" /><title>Tal como soy</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ly4a2eSHX60/TriYzTaQGxI/AAAAAAAABb8/pUAw8U1R1js/s1600/cometoerrores.jpg" imageanchor="1" style=""&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" width="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ly4a2eSHX60/TriYzTaQGxI/AAAAAAAABb8/pUAw8U1R1js/s320/cometoerrores.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
La paradoja es que cuando me acepto tal como soy, entonces puedo cambiar.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
-Carl Rogers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32157082-6926964154143633734?l=dia-zen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ElCaminoMedio/~4/6uy_AnQG2qs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dia-zen.blogspot.com/feeds/6926964154143633734/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32157082&amp;postID=6926964154143633734&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32157082/posts/default/6926964154143633734?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32157082/posts/default/6926964154143633734?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ElCaminoMedio/~3/6uy_AnQG2qs/tal-como-soy.html" title="Tal como soy" /><author><name>BR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11313130355676019547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="30" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m804HoRTs6U/TEdmc7QmmWI/AAAAAAAABEA/tVWVoLKwcEk/S220/kerouac.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ly4a2eSHX60/TriYzTaQGxI/AAAAAAAABb8/pUAw8U1R1js/s72-c/cometoerrores.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://dia-zen.blogspot.com/2011/11/tal-como-soy.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A08ESHc8fyp7ImA9WhRTF0w.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32157082.post-8927010644216161042</id><published>2011-11-07T18:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T18:36:49.977-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-07T18:36:49.977-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="citas" /><title>What is love</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Pf9b-z4QoG8/TriVd_oz2WI/AAAAAAAABbw/n1GXtw6m4O8/s1600/aceptarse.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Pf9b-z4QoG8/TriVd_oz2WI/AAAAAAAABbw/n1GXtw6m4O8/s400/aceptarse.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32157082-8927010644216161042?l=dia-zen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ElCaminoMedio/~4/GAEB6C_FuRU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dia-zen.blogspot.com/feeds/8927010644216161042/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32157082&amp;postID=8927010644216161042&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32157082/posts/default/8927010644216161042?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32157082/posts/default/8927010644216161042?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ElCaminoMedio/~3/GAEB6C_FuRU/what-is-love.html" title="What is love" /><author><name>BR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11313130355676019547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="30" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m804HoRTs6U/TEdmc7QmmWI/AAAAAAAABEA/tVWVoLKwcEk/S220/kerouac.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Pf9b-z4QoG8/TriVd_oz2WI/AAAAAAAABbw/n1GXtw6m4O8/s72-c/aceptarse.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://dia-zen.blogspot.com/2011/11/what-is-love.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A04FQnY_eSp7ImA9WhRTF0w.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32157082.post-8066277352873732408</id><published>2011-11-07T18:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T18:38:33.841-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-07T18:38:33.841-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="citas" /><title>Ser real</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YKRXpcCWtGQ/TriT48b-D6I/AAAAAAAABbk/1np-NrgqD40/s1600/aceptarseunomismo.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YKRXpcCWtGQ/TriT48b-D6I/AAAAAAAABbk/1np-NrgqD40/s320/aceptarseunomismo.jpg" width="200px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
El trabajo de esta vida no es ser bueno, sino ser real, aceptar todo lo que hay en uno.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
-Jung&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32157082-8066277352873732408?l=dia-zen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ElCaminoMedio/~4/DjmZujjQuVg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dia-zen.blogspot.com/feeds/8066277352873732408/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32157082&amp;postID=8066277352873732408&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32157082/posts/default/8066277352873732408?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32157082/posts/default/8066277352873732408?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ElCaminoMedio/~3/DjmZujjQuVg/ser-real.html" title="Ser real" /><author><name>BR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11313130355676019547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="30" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m804HoRTs6U/TEdmc7QmmWI/AAAAAAAABEA/tVWVoLKwcEk/S220/kerouac.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YKRXpcCWtGQ/TriT48b-D6I/AAAAAAAABbk/1np-NrgqD40/s72-c/aceptarseunomismo.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://dia-zen.blogspot.com/2011/11/ser-real.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkABQno5fSp7ImA9WhRTEks.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32157082.post-2994129411360672327</id><published>2011-11-02T13:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T13:12:33.425-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-02T13:12:33.425-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Bhagavad-Gita" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="citas" /><title>Trascendental</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QJMrY_UehmQ/TrGj_JLx_OI/AAAAAAAABbQ/iO6LiUsSZkg/s1600/meditacion.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="141" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QJMrY_UehmQ/TrGj_JLx_OI/AAAAAAAABbQ/iO6LiUsSZkg/s320/meditacion.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Uno debe mantener el cuerpo, el cuello y la cabeza erguidos. De ese modo, con la mente tranquila, libre de temor, se debe meditar en Mí, reconociéndome como lo Trascendental.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
-Bhagavad-Gita 6:13-14&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32157082-2994129411360672327?l=dia-zen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ElCaminoMedio/~4/5W9sh3g3dL8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dia-zen.blogspot.com/feeds/2994129411360672327/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32157082&amp;postID=2994129411360672327&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32157082/posts/default/2994129411360672327?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32157082/posts/default/2994129411360672327?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ElCaminoMedio/~3/5W9sh3g3dL8/trascendental.html" title="Trascendental" /><author><name>BR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11313130355676019547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="30" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m804HoRTs6U/TEdmc7QmmWI/AAAAAAAABEA/tVWVoLKwcEk/S220/kerouac.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QJMrY_UehmQ/TrGj_JLx_OI/AAAAAAAABbQ/iO6LiUsSZkg/s72-c/meditacion.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://dia-zen.blogspot.com/2011/11/trascendental.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CU4HSXo5eyp7ImA9WhdaF0o.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32157082.post-1673743106166705459</id><published>2011-10-27T20:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T20:52:18.423-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-27T20:52:18.423-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="citas" /><title>Deja</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DwGsqqsDSOU/TqomtH-_HLI/AAAAAAAABbE/0cfbNMpe9Gk/s1600/meditacion.jpg" imageanchor="1" style=""&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="173" width="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DwGsqqsDSOU/TqomtH-_HLI/AAAAAAAABbE/0cfbNMpe9Gk/s320/meditacion.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Deja que la mente siga su curso natural.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
-Maharishi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32157082-1673743106166705459?l=dia-zen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ElCaminoMedio/~4/1rtgofs_gaU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dia-zen.blogspot.com/feeds/1673743106166705459/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32157082&amp;postID=1673743106166705459&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32157082/posts/default/1673743106166705459?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32157082/posts/default/1673743106166705459?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ElCaminoMedio/~3/1rtgofs_gaU/deja.html" title="Deja" /><author><name>BR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11313130355676019547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="30" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m804HoRTs6U/TEdmc7QmmWI/AAAAAAAABEA/tVWVoLKwcEk/S220/kerouac.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DwGsqqsDSOU/TqomtH-_HLI/AAAAAAAABbE/0cfbNMpe9Gk/s72-c/meditacion.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://dia-zen.blogspot.com/2011/10/deja.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A04DQn4zeyp7ImA9WhdbE0g.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32157082.post-6259523381410506226</id><published>2011-10-11T12:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T12:06:13.083-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-11T12:06:13.083-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="citas" /><title>Dudas</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q_2y7l5P_Ns/TpSTgM6MdrI/AAAAAAAABas/qrNeT-ZP8Fw/s1600/sabiduria.jpg" imageanchor="1" style=""&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="166" width="250" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q_2y7l5P_Ns/TpSTgM6MdrI/AAAAAAAABas/qrNeT-ZP8Fw/s320/sabiduria.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Grandes dudas&lt;br /&gt;
Profunda sabiduría&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Pequeñas dudas&lt;br /&gt;
Poca sabiduría&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
-Proverbio chino&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32157082-6259523381410506226?l=dia-zen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ElCaminoMedio/~4/y22fkiVY7Uk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dia-zen.blogspot.com/feeds/6259523381410506226/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32157082&amp;postID=6259523381410506226&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32157082/posts/default/6259523381410506226?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32157082/posts/default/6259523381410506226?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ElCaminoMedio/~3/y22fkiVY7Uk/dudas.html" title="Dudas" /><author><name>BR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11313130355676019547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="30" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m804HoRTs6U/TEdmc7QmmWI/AAAAAAAABEA/tVWVoLKwcEk/S220/kerouac.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q_2y7l5P_Ns/TpSTgM6MdrI/AAAAAAAABas/qrNeT-ZP8Fw/s72-c/sabiduria.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://dia-zen.blogspot.com/2011/10/dudas.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkQCRHk8fSp7ImA9WhdbEU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32157082.post-2191635289442840136</id><published>2011-10-08T17:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T17:32:45.775-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-08T17:32:45.775-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="citas" /><title>Fuerza</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5Sj6_PpnivQ/TpDrFulPDlI/AAAAAAAABak/OvR8oC5gQJc/s1600/meditacion.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="158px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5Sj6_PpnivQ/TpDrFulPDlI/AAAAAAAABak/OvR8oC5gQJc/s320/meditacion.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Hay una fuerza en el universo, que si la dejamos, fluirá a través de nosotros y producirá resultados milagrosos.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
-Gandhi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32157082-2191635289442840136?l=dia-zen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ElCaminoMedio/~4/zkV3d5wg3EI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dia-zen.blogspot.com/feeds/2191635289442840136/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32157082&amp;postID=2191635289442840136&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32157082/posts/default/2191635289442840136?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32157082/posts/default/2191635289442840136?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ElCaminoMedio/~3/zkV3d5wg3EI/fuerza.html" title="Fuerza" /><author><name>BR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11313130355676019547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="30" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m804HoRTs6U/TEdmc7QmmWI/AAAAAAAABEA/tVWVoLKwcEk/S220/kerouac.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5Sj6_PpnivQ/TpDrFulPDlI/AAAAAAAABak/OvR8oC5gQJc/s72-c/meditacion.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://dia-zen.blogspot.com/2011/10/fuerza.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0MMQXoycSp7ImA9WhdUGUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32157082.post-2078197878298351488</id><published>2011-10-06T19:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T19:44:40.499-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-06T19:44:40.499-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="citas" /><title>El medio</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Rwwy1oIoxq0/To5nR8dL6jI/AAAAAAAABac/9oE6ldQwkhc/s1600/meditaciontrascendental.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="178px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Rwwy1oIoxq0/To5nR8dL6jI/AAAAAAAABac/9oE6ldQwkhc/s320/meditaciontrascendental.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Manténte entre las dos respiraciones. Olvídate de las respiraciones. Manténte en el medio. Siente el aire intangible, la parte invisible.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
-Rajneesh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32157082-2078197878298351488?l=dia-zen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ElCaminoMedio/~4/bs8ABJB_Mjg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dia-zen.blogspot.com/feeds/2078197878298351488/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32157082&amp;postID=2078197878298351488&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32157082/posts/default/2078197878298351488?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32157082/posts/default/2078197878298351488?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ElCaminoMedio/~3/bs8ABJB_Mjg/el-medio.html" title="El medio" /><author><name>BR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11313130355676019547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="30" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m804HoRTs6U/TEdmc7QmmWI/AAAAAAAABEA/tVWVoLKwcEk/S220/kerouac.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Rwwy1oIoxq0/To5nR8dL6jI/AAAAAAAABac/9oE6ldQwkhc/s72-c/meditaciontrascendental.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://dia-zen.blogspot.com/2011/09/el-medio.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Dk4DRH4_cSp7ImA9WhdUGUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32157082.post-3004124826338822843</id><published>2011-10-06T19:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T19:36:15.049-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-06T19:36:15.049-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="citas" /><title>La llave correcta</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OqZXRS0HOmQ/To5ldxMeo0I/AAAAAAAABaU/LoM6J7-d-yA/s1600/llave%2Bmagica.jpg" imageanchor="1" style=""&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" width="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OqZXRS0HOmQ/To5ldxMeo0I/AAAAAAAABaU/LoM6J7-d-yA/s320/llave%2Bmagica.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
La práctica de la meditación es como una llave. Si tenemos la llave correcta, no importa qué tan cerrado está el candado, la cerradura se abre. Si no tenemos la llave correcta, no podemos abrir la cerradura. Nunca sabremos lo que está en el baúl.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
-Ajahn Chah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32157082-3004124826338822843?l=dia-zen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ElCaminoMedio/~4/RxjGr80iCgY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dia-zen.blogspot.com/feeds/3004124826338822843/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32157082&amp;postID=3004124826338822843&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32157082/posts/default/3004124826338822843?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32157082/posts/default/3004124826338822843?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ElCaminoMedio/~3/RxjGr80iCgY/la-llave-correcta.html" title="La llave correcta" /><author><name>BR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11313130355676019547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="30" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m804HoRTs6U/TEdmc7QmmWI/AAAAAAAABEA/tVWVoLKwcEk/S220/kerouac.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OqZXRS0HOmQ/To5ldxMeo0I/AAAAAAAABaU/LoM6J7-d-yA/s72-c/llave%2Bmagica.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://dia-zen.blogspot.com/2011/10/la-llave-correcta.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A08FSHo6fip7ImA9WhdUF0s.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32157082.post-5347346182355139263</id><published>2011-10-04T16:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T16:10:19.416-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-04T16:10:19.416-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="citas" /><title>Sombras</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4gIyu85WyD4/TouR5mXChAI/AAAAAAAABaM/MKmkGymVvJM/s1600/Hesse.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="221" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4gIyu85WyD4/TouR5mXChAI/AAAAAAAABaM/MKmkGymVvJM/s320/Hesse.jpg" width="226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Si odias a una persona, odias algo en ella que es parte de ti. Lo que no es parte de nosotros no nos molesta.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
-Hermann Hesse&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Para seguir profundizando, checa &lt;a href="http://youtu.be/DOYQLi-BBPo"&gt;esto&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32157082-5347346182355139263?l=dia-zen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ElCaminoMedio/~4/PyESS_07hrc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dia-zen.blogspot.com/feeds/5347346182355139263/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32157082&amp;postID=5347346182355139263&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32157082/posts/default/5347346182355139263?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32157082/posts/default/5347346182355139263?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ElCaminoMedio/~3/PyESS_07hrc/sombras.html" title="Sombras" /><author><name>BR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11313130355676019547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="30" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m804HoRTs6U/TEdmc7QmmWI/AAAAAAAABEA/tVWVoLKwcEk/S220/kerouac.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4gIyu85WyD4/TouR5mXChAI/AAAAAAAABaM/MKmkGymVvJM/s72-c/Hesse.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://dia-zen.blogspot.com/2011/10/sombras.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>

