There was, before me,
Mile upon mile
Then a woman said, "Speak to us of Joy and Sorrow."
And he answered:
Chhap tilak sab cheeni ray mosay naina milaikay Chhap tilak sab cheeni ray mosay naina milaikay
This life that we call our own
Is neither strong nor free;
I am the lover's eyes, and the spirit's
'Twas when the world was in its prime,
When the fresh stars had just begun
I said to the wanting-creature inside me:
What is this river you want to cross?
by Kabir
18 lines, 6 comments
Don't surrender your loneliness
So quickly.
Go and catch a falling star,
Get with child a mandrake root,
Says Rahim do not snap ever
the thread of love
I don't believe in omens or fear
Forebodings. I flee from neither slander
Even the man who is happy
glimpses something
There's a moon in my body, but I can't see it!
A moon and a sun.
To be, or not to be: that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
Your hope in my heart is the rarest treasure
Your Name on my tongue is the sweetest word
Then Almitra spoke again and said, "And what of Marriage, master?" And he answered saying:
There dwelt a miller, hale and bold,
Beside the river Dee;
The year's at the spring,
And day's at the morn;
Tell me, is the rose naked
Or is that her only dress?.
Until you've found pain, you won't reach the cure
Until you've given up life, you won't unite with
Tunnelling through the night, the trains pass
in a splendour of power, with a sound like thunder
I am a kind word uttered and repeated
In love, nothing exists between heart and heart.
Speech is born out of longing,
Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing,
there is a field. I'll meet you there.
I have a rendezvous with Life,
In days I hope will come,
What does love look like? We know
the shape of death. Death is a cloud
Five little girls of Five, Four, Three, Two, One: Rolling on the hearthrug, full of tricks and fun.
As the Sun withdrew his rays from the garden, and the moon threw cushioned beams upon the flowers, I sat under the trees pondering upon the phenomena of the atm
What if you slept
And what if
He feels no raptures which are joys diseased,
And is not much transported, but still pleased.
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