If you show patience, I'll rid you of this virtue.
If you fall asleep, I'll rub the sleep from your eyes.
Tall ships and tall kings
Three times three
And the priestess spoke again and said: "Speak to us of Reason and Passion."
And he answered saying:
How long will you think about this painful life?
How long will you think about this harmful world?
The God separated a spirit from Himself and fashioned it into Beauty. He showered upon her all the blessings of gracefulness and kindness. He gave her the cup o
Love is essential.
Sex, mere accident.
The earth that made the rose,
She also is thy mother, and not I.
And a man said, "Speak to us of Self-Knowledge."
And he answered, saying:
1.
At dawn a cry through all the tavern shrilled,
Late, by myself, in the boat of myself,
no light and no land anywhere,
In the end, the mountains of imagination were nothing
but a house.
"Oh, a sailor's life's a dog's life, an' that's the truth," says Bill,
"A sailor's life's a dog's life, look at it 'ow you will;
Time's knife slides from the sheath,
as fish from where it swims.
You personify God's message.
You reflect the King's face.
mohabbat ka junuu.N baaqii nahii.n hai
musalamaano.n me.n Khuun baaqii nahii.n hai
THE river and its waves are one
surf: where is the difference between the river and its waves?
I give thee back thy false, ephemeral vow;
But, O beloved comrade, ere we part
How often we forget all time, when lone
Admiring Nature's universal throne;
Any lifetime that is spent without seeing the master
Is either death in disguise or a deep sleep.
And then a scholar said, "Speak of Talking."
And he answered, saying:
Any soul that drank the nectar of your passion was lifted.
From that water of life he is in a state of elation.
On many an idle day have I grieved over lost time.
But it is never lost, my lord.
"Truth," said a traveller,
"Is a rock, a mighty fortress;
O LORD Increate, who will serve Thee?
Every votary offers his worship to the God of his own creation: each day he receives service--
Hark ! from the battlements of yonder tower
The solemn bell has tolled the midnight hour !
And one of the elders of the city said, \
There is a way between voice and presence
where information flows.
Here is this day,
Across the fields of darkness softly come
What the material world values does
not shine the same in the truth of the soul.
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