Now, my worthy friend, find out if you can,
The vessel's dimensions, and comfort the man!
Ahead of the stars there lie more worlds
there still remain more tests of love
The Gecko lying on his stone
Is always very much alone,
I take my dreams and make of them a bronze vase
and a round fountain with a beautiful statue in its center.
There are two kinds of intelligence: one acquired,
as a child in school memorizes facts and concepts
Over the west side of the mountain, that’s lyrebird country.
This we have now
is not imagination.
Whan that Aprille, with hise shoures soote,
The droghte of March hath perced to the roote
O God, whose thunder shakes the sky,
Whose eye this atom globe surveys,
The Road goes ever on and on
Down from the door where it began.
Let me but do my work from day to day,
In field or forest, at the desk or loom,
In the light of the silent stars that shine on the struggling sea,
In the weary cry of the wind and the whisper of flower and tree,
A man said to the universe:
"Sir I exist!"
Where shall you seek beauty, and how shall you find her unless she herself be your way and your guide?
High at the window in her cage,
The old canary sits and sings,
WHEN He Himself reveals Himself, Brahma brings into manifestation That which can never be seen.
As the seed is in the plant, as the shade is in the tree, as th
"There's a bloke I sometimes want to kick the worst way in the world,"
Said Bill, while from his short black pipe the dog-watch smok
I HEARD thee laugh,
And in this merriment
I saw myself in a wide green garden, more beautiful than I could begin to understand. In this garden was a young girl. I said to her, "How wonderful this place
Why do I write today?
The beauty of
O HOW may I ever express that secret word?
O how can I say He is not like this, and He is like that?
by Kabir
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Will a moon so bright ever arise again? Drink a cupful of wine and ask of the sky.
Then said Almitra, "Speak to us of Love." And he raised his head and looked upon the people, and there fell a stillness upon them.
You who live now in this world
If I'd been destined at birth
To lie in the lap of the gods,
Not Christian or Jew or Muslim, not Hindu
Buddhist, sufi, or zen. Not any religion
And thirst with passionate longing for the things
That burn your brows with blood-red sufferings
When you do things from your soul, you feel a river
moving in you, a joy.
A certain person came to the Friend's door
and knocked.
Against rhetorical and ornate verse, There is the verse natural. Here a storm:
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