Sympathy does not think.
It acts.
It acts to remove
The ceaseless sufferings
Of the world
- Sri Chinmoy
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photo: Tejvan
His name the index of a failing hope,
The position of a dead remembered star.
Only were safe who kept God in their hearts:
Courage their armour, faith their sword, they must walk,
The hand ready to smite, the eye to scout,
Casting a javelin regard in front,
Heroes and soldiers of the army of Light.
Hardly even so, the grisly danger past,
Released into a calmer purer air,
They dared at length to breathe and smile once more.
Once more they moved beneath a real sun.
Though Hell claimed rule, the spirit still had power.
This No-man’s-land he passed without debate;
Him the heights missioned, him the Abyss desired:
None stood across his way, no voice forbade.
For swift and easy is the downward path,
And now towards the Night was turned his face.
- Sri Aurobindo, Savitri
Canto VII p 211
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photo: Tejvan
Do you want to be always happy?
Then give up fighting
For negativity
And learn the beautiful art
Of self-encouragement.
- Sri Chinmoy
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- Self-Giving and Happiness at Sri Chinmoy Library
- Poems on Happiness at Sri Chinmoy Poetry
- Article – Difference between false and real happiness at Sri Chinmoy Inspiration
- Secrets of Happiness by Jogyata Dallas
- Quotes on Happiness
“Love is an endless mystery,
for it has nothing else to explain it.”
- Rabindranath Tagore
To see a world in a grain of sand,
And a heaven in a wild flower,
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand,
And eternity in an hour.
- William Blake – Auguries of Innocence
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All the world’s a stage
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts.
- William Shakespeare, As You Like It
photo: Phoolanjaya, Sri Chinmoy Centre Gallery.
May each moment
Of my life
Be the sweetness-fragrance
Of my heart-rose
- Sri Chinmoy
photo – Pavitrata.
The fault is in the blamer
Spirit sees nothing to criticize.
- Rumi
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Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken.
Love’s not Time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle’s compass come:
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
- William Shakespeare, Sonnet 116.