By Kalidas.
This poem was written in the 4th–5th century CE, in classical Sanskrit, by Kalidas. He was a poet and philosopher. It could well be written today and it emphasizes living in the present. Continue reading
By Kalidas.
This poem was written in the 4th–5th century CE, in classical Sanskrit, by Kalidas. He was a poet and philosopher. It could well be written today and it emphasizes living in the present. Continue reading
Dear ones, this is a poem by Pablo Neruda.
You start dying slowly
If you do not travel,
If you do not read,
If you do not listen to the sounds of life,
If you do not appreciate yourself.You start dying slowly
When you kill your self-esteem,
When you do not let others help you.You start dying slowly
If you become a slave to your habits,
Walking everyday on the same paths…
If you do not change your routine
If you do not wear different colors
Or speak to those you don’t know.You start dying slowly
If you avoid feeling passion
And their turbulent emotions––
Those that make your eyes glisten
And your heart beat fast.You start dying slowly
If you do not risk the safe for the uncertain,
If you do not chase a dream,
If you do not allow yourself,
At least once in your lifetime,
To run away from sensible advice.
Don’t let yourself die slowly.
Do not forget to be happy.
Read aloud to kids. Continue reading
O Love, I see Thy glowing face in the gems. I behold Thy shy blush in the blossoms. I am enraptured, hearing Thee warble in the birds. And I dream in ecstasy when my heart embraces Thee in all hearts’ love, I met Thee in all things – only a little and for a while – but in Omnipresence I clasp Thee entirely and forever, and I rejoice in Thy joy evermore.
Love is a golden mansion in which the King of Eternity homes the entire family of creation. And at God’s command, love is a mystic fire that can melt the grossness of the cosmos into the invisible substance of eternal love.
Like a river, love flows continuously through humble, sincere souls; but it bypasses the rocks of egotistic, selfish, sense-bound souls, because it cannot pass through them.
Divine Romance by Sri Sri Paramahansa Yogananda. Continue reading
How doth the little crocodile
Improve his shining tail,
And pour the waters of the Nile
On every golden scale!
How cheerfully he seems to grin,
How neatly he spreads his claws,
And welcomes little fishes in,
With gentle smiling jaws! – Lewis Carroll
Dear ones, many of you must have read this pretty poem. How many of us have tried to be like her, or do we want to be the queen Bee? I am sorry about the gender, but the hard workers are the female bees. All of us can still emulate the attitude, whether we are female, male or trans.
Another Tissa.
Addressing and repeating to herself what was spoken by the Buddha to her.
Tissa, hold fast to good things, don’t let the moment escape.
Those who end up in hell cry over moments now past.
Spoken by the Buddha.
Tissa, train yourself strictly, don’t let
What can hold you back overwhelm you.
When you are free from everything that hold you back you can live in the world.
Without the depravities that ooze from within.
A poem.
Do not grieve over past joys,
be sure they will reappear in another form.
A child’s joy is in milk and nursing,
but once weaned, it finds new joy in bread and honey.
Joy appears in many different forms
It moves from place to place.
It may suddenly show in the falling rain.
Or in the rose bed; it comes now as water,
Now as beauty, or as nourishing bread.
But suddenly it may show its face
From behind the veil and destroy all idols
That prevent you from seeking the divine.
In sleep when the soul leaves the body
You may dream of yourself as a tall cypress
Or as a beautiful rose, but be
Warned my friend,
All these phantoms dissolve into thin air
Once the soul returns to the body.
Do not rely on anything but your heart.
Jalaluddin Rumi: Rumi’s Little Book of Life Continue reading
God gives his child upon his slate a sum—
To find eternity in hours and years;
With both sides covered
Back the child doth come,
His dim eyes swollen with shed and unshed tears;
God smiles, wipes clean the
Upper side and nether,
And says, ‘Now dear, we’ll do the sum together.’– George MacDonald, 1824–1945
A poem by Swami Satyananda Saraswati 1977. Continue reading
If we can laugh at ourselves, we have won the battle with our ego. Laughter frees us and makes us feel good. This is a beautiful poem I came across and my dear ones enjoy it. Nothing works faster or more dependably to bring your mind and body back into balance, than a good laugh. It builds resilience, creative thinking and subjective well-being. Continue reading
A poem about Radha and Krishna by E. E. Cummings.
i carry your heart with me (i carry it in my heart) i am never without it (anywhere i go you go, my dear; and whatever is done by only me is your doing, my darling) i fear
no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) i want
no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true) Continue reading
Behold the dark clouds melt away,
That gathered thick at night and hung
So, like a gloomy pall above the earth!
Before thy magic touch, the world
Awakes. The birds in chorus sing.
The flowers raise their star-like crowns-
Dew set and wave thee welcome fair.
The lakes are opening wide in love
Their hundred thousand lotus eyes
To welcome thee, with all their depth.
All hail to thee, thou Lord of Light!
A welcome new to thee today.
O sun! today thou sheddest
LIBERTY! Continue reading
Once upon a time, Sri Krishna was wandering in the forest with his friends. It was a very hot and sunny day and they were all drained of energy. There was a grove of trees beckoning them. The leaves were dark green and the branches were dense. Not a ray of light was coming through this cover of greenery. It was dark and cool. They took shelter in this space. Continue reading