I am one
Who eats his breakfast,
Gazing at the morning-glories
- Basho
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The Morning-Glories – Basho
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Confused by Thoughts
” Confused by thoughts,
we experience duality in life.
Unencumbered by ideas,
the enlightened see the one Reality.”
- Hui – Neng
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VOYAGE – Chidananda Burke
In open casket dark and gleaming
richly draped in mourning velvet,
I turn into the setting sun,
my final journey now begun.
So calmly swift this polished boat,
so calm and bright the golden sea;
and just ahead, the bright horizon;
and just beyond, the splendor free.
Forgotten all those clumsy dreams
rising up in dark of mind;
earthly beauty left behind.
Now I touch, I drink the sun!
This I, once thick with form and flesh,
slowly rising
through dense atmospheres of life,
now pulses with light –
a glowing awareness
without center or source,
a luminous stillness
in the calm luminous stillness,
the endless course.
- CHIDANANDA BURKEPhoto by Kedar
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I Think a While of Love – Henry D. Thoreau
I think a while of Love, and while I think,
Love is to me a world,
Sole meat and sweetest drink,
And close connecting link
Tween heaven and earth.
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Your song
Your song caresses
the depths of loneliness,
high mountain bird
– Matsuo Basho
Photo: Unmesh.
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Our Birth is but a Sleep and a Forgetting
Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting:
The Soul that rises with us, our life’s Star,
Hath had elsewhere its setting,
And cometh from afar:
Not in entire forgetfulness,
And not in utter nakedness,
But trailing clouds of glory do we come
From God, who is our home:
Heaven lies about us in our infancy!
- William Wordsworth (excerpt from Odes On Intimation of Immortality)
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The Divine Image – William Blake
To Mercy, Pity, Peace, and Love
All pray in their distress;
And to these virtues of delight
Return their thankfulness.
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The Light of the Sun
The light of the sun, the moon, and the stars shines bright:
The melody of love swells forth, and the rhythm of love’s
detachment beats the time.
Day and night, the chorus of music fills the heavens; and Kabîr
says:
“My Beloved One gleams like the lightning flash in the sky.”
- Kabir
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I am Sitting on a Mountain
I am sitting on a mountain.
I am casting shadows into the sky.
I did not invite it but the sun has come
And is now playing tag with my feet.
I am whispering to clouds today,
“Watch out for my shoulders,”
For I wish no harm
To all my soft friends.
Where do you think you will Be
When God reveals Himself
Inside of you?
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The Silent Soul of the World
The silent Soul of all the world was there:
A Being lived, a Presence and a Power,
A single Person who was himself and all
And cherished Nature’s sweet and dangerous throbs
Transfigured into beats divine and pure.
One who could love without return for love,
Meeting and turning to the best the worst,
It healed the bitter cruelties of earth,
Transforming all experience to delight;
Intervening in the sorrowful paths of birth
It rocked the cradle of the cosmic Child
And stilled all weeping with its hand of joy;
It led things evil towards their secret good,
It turned racked falsehood into happy truth;
Its power was to reveal divinity.
- Sri Aurobindo
Savitri, Canto XIV – The World-Soul Page 291.
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Hope is the Thing with Feathers
“Hope” is the thing with feathers-
That perches in the soul-
And sings the tune without the words-
And never stops -at all-
Hope is the Thing With Feathers by Emily Dickinson
Photo: Pavitrata Taylor
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