It is the tears of the earth that keep her smiles in bloom.
It dances today, my heart,
like a peacock it dances, it dances. It sports a mosaic of passions like a peacock's tail, It soars to the sky with delight, it quests, Oh wildly, it dances today, my heart, like a peacock it dances.
Beauty is truth's smile when she beholds her own face in a perfect mirror.
I thought that my voyage had come to its end at the last limit of my power, that the path before me was closed, that provisions were exhausted, and the time come to take shelter in a silent obscurity, but I find that thy will knows no end in me, and when old words die out on the tongue, new melodies break forth from the heart, and where the old tracks are lost, new country is revealed with its wonders.
To be outspoken is easy when you do not wait to speak the complete truth.
There is no "next" after you are dead and gone from your own world.
When the heat and motion of blind impulses and passions distract it on all sides, we can neither give nor receive anything truly. But when we find our centre in our soul by the power of self-restraint, by the force that harmonizes all warring element.
Life, like a child, laughs, shaking its rattle of death as it runs.
You smiled and talked to me of nothing and I felt that for this I had been waiting long.
Let me not pray to be sheltered from dangers, but to be fearless in facing them.
Let me not pray to be sheltered from dangers, but to be fearless in facing them. Let me not beg for the stilling of my pain, but for the heart to conquer it.
Some day I shall sing to thee in the sunrise of some other world, I have seen thee before in the light of the earth, in the love of man.
O Fool, try to carry thyself upon thy own shoulders! O beggar, to come beg at thy own door!
Let me not beg for the stilling of my pain but for the heart to conquer it.
The cure for all the illness of life is stored in the inner depth of life itself, the access to which becomes possible when we are alone. This solitude is a world in itself, full of wonders and resources unthought of. It is absurdly near; yet so unapproachably distant.
It sometimes strikes me how immensely fortunate I am that each day should take its place in my life, either reddened with the rising and setting sun, or refreshingly cool with deep, dark clouds, or blooming like a white flower in the moonlight. What untold wealth!
It is not easy to get rid of weeds; but it is easy, by a process of neglect, to ruin your food crops and let them revert to their primitive state of wildness. ... In political civilization, the state is an abstraction and the relationship of men utilitarian. Because it has no roots in sentiments, it is so dangerously easy to handle. Half a century has been enough for you to master this machine; and there are men among you, whose fondness for it exceeds their love for the living ideals which were born with the birth of your nation and nursed in your centuries. It is like a child who in the excitement of his play imagines he likes his playthings better than his mother.
In learning a language, when from mere words we reach the laws of words, we have gained a great deal. But if we stop at that point and concern ourselves only with the marvels of the formation of a language, seeking the hidden reason of all its apparent caprices, we do not reach that end, for grammar is not literature… When we come to literature, we find that, though it conforms to the rules of grammar, it is yet a thing of joy; it is freedom itself. The beauty of a poem is bound by strict laws, yet it transcends them. The laws are its wings. They do not keep it weighed down. They carry it to freedom. Its form is in law, but its spirit is in beauty. Law is the first step toward freedom, and beauty is the complete liberation which stands on the pedestal of law. Beauty harmonizes in itself the limit and the beyond -- the law and the liberty.
When you came you cried and everybody smiled with joy; when you go smile and let the world cry for you.
And, indeed, what little of beauty and peace is to be found in the societies of men is owing to the daily performance of small duties, not to big doings and fine talk.
In the drowsy dark cave of the mind dreams build their nest with fragments dropped from day's caravan.
On death the many become one, in life the one becomes many.
Thou hast made me endless, such is thy pleasure. This frail vessel thou emptiest again and again, and fillest it ever with fresh life.
Clothed in facts truth feels oppressed. In the garb of poetry it moves easy and free.
Most people believe the mind to be a mirror, more or less accurately reflecting the world outside them, not realizing on the contrary that the mind is itself the principal element of creation.
He who wants to do good knocks at the gate: he who loves finds the door open.
We are like newborn children, Our power is the power to grow.
And because I love this life, I know I shall love death as well.
And because I love this life I know I shall love death as well The child cries out when From the right breast the mother Takes it away, in the very next moment to find in the left one its consolation.
By all means they try to hold me secure who love me in this world.
But it is otherwise with thy love which is greater than theirs, and thout keepst me free. Lest I forgot them they never venture to leave me alone. But day passes by after day and thou art not seen. If I call not thee in my prayers, if I keep not thee in my heart, thy love for me still waits for my love.
Sen beni her zaman reddedip, zayıf, şüpheli arzuların tehlikesinden kurtararak günden güne senin tarafından kabul edilmeye layık bir hale getiriyorsun.
The force of arms only reveals man s weakness.
And this was the cause of my suffering when I was sent to school. For all of a sudden I found my world vanishing around me, giving place to wooden benches and straight walls staring at me with the blank stare of the blind. But the legend is that eating of the fruit of knowledge is not consonant with dwelling in paradise. Therefore men's children have to be banished from their paradise into a realm of death dominated by the decency of a tailoring department. So my mind had to accept the tight-fitting encasement of the school which, being like the shoes of a mandarin woman, pinched and bruised my nature on all sides and at every movement.
The delights of sight and hearing and touch will bear thy delight.
Children who are decked with prince's robes and who have jeweled chains round their necks lose all pleasure in play; their dress hampers them at every step. In fear that it may be frayed, or stained with dust, they keep themselves from the world and are afraid ever to move. Mother, it is no gain, thy bondage of finery, if it keep one shut off from the healthful dust of the earth, if it rob one of the right of entrance to the great fair of common human life.
In death the many becomes one; in life the one becomes many.
A dewdrop is a perfect integrity that has no filial memory of its parentage.
Where the mind is without fear and the head is held high Where knowledge is free.
Where the mind is without fear and the head is held high, where knowledge is free. Where the world has not been broken up into fragments by narrow domestic walls. Where words come out from the depth of truth, where tireless striving stretches its arms toward perfection. Where the clear stream of reason has not lost it's way into the dreary desert sand of dead habit. Where the mind is led forward by thee into ever widening thought and action. In to that heaven of freedom, my father, LET MY COUNTRY AWAKE!
The flower which is single need not envy the thorns that are numerous.
Man is worse than an animal when he is an animal.
Let life be beautiful like summer flowers and death like autumn leaves.
Gray hairs are signs of wisdom if you hold your tongue, speak and they are but hairs, as in the young.
Memory, the priestess, kills the present and offers its heart to the shrine of the dead past.
When I think of ages past That have floated down the stream Of life and love and death, I feel how free it makes us To pass away.
Poems On Life: Life is given to us, we earn it by giving it. Let the dead have the immortality of fame, but the living the immortality of love. Life's errors cry for the merciful beauty that can modulate their isolation into a harmony with the whole. Life, like a child, laughs, shaking its rattle of death as it runs.
My heart, the bird of the wilderness, has found its sky in your eyes. They are the cradle of the morning, they are the kingdom of the stars. My songs are lost in their depths. Let me but soar in that sky, in its lonely immensity. Let me but cleave its clouds and spread wings in its sunshine.
The world by day is like European music; a flowing concourse of vast harmony, composed of concord and discord and many disconnected fragments. And the night world is our Indian music; one pure, deep and tender raga.
To thee, to thee, my fire! Thou hast been burning in my heart all these futile years. If my life were a piece of gold it would come out of its trial brighter, but it is a trodden turf of grass, and nothing remains of it but this handful of ashes.
I love you every minute of my life; you're my love and my life. Not all people are lucky to find the sense of their life. I am happy, cause I had found it when I met you -- the love of my life.
You say it is only twelve o'clock. Suppose it isn't any later; can't you ever think it is afternoon when it is only twelve o'clock?
Poems On Time The butterfly counts not months but moments, and has time enough. Time is a wealth of change, but the clock in its parody makes it mere change and no wealth. Let your life lightly dance on the edges of Time like dew on the tip of a leaf.
Love is an endless mystery, for it has nothing else to explain it.
Beauty is simply reality seen with the eyes of love.
The water vessel, taken as a vessel only, raises the question, "Why does it exist at all?" Through its fitness of construction, it offers the apology for its existence. But where it is a work of beauty it has no question to answer; it has nothing to do, but to be.
I touch God in my songas the hill touched the far-away seawith its waterfall.
Please is frail like a dewdrop, while it laughs it dies. But sorrow is strong and abiding. Let sorrowful love wake in your eyes.
The significance which is in unity is an eternal wonder.
Come oh come ye tea-thirsty restless ones -- the kettle boils, bubbles and sings, musically.
Your idol is shattered in the dust to prove that God's dust is greater than your idol.
One who has never known the turbulence of life, in whom the petals of the mysterious flower within have never opened; such a one may seem happy, may seem a saint, his single track mind may impress the multitude with its power -- but he is ill equipped for life's true adventure into the infinite.
The meaning of our self is not to be found in its separateness from God and others, but in the ceaseless realization of yoga, of union; not on the side of the canvas where it is blank, but on the side where the picture is being painted.
Whenever our life is stirred by truth, it expresses energy and comes to be filled, as it were, with a creative ardor. This consciousness of the creative urge is evidence of the force of truth on our mind.
The fish in the water is silent, the animals on the earth is noisy, the bird in the air is singing. But man has in him the silence of the sea, the noise of the earth and the music of the air.
Our scientific world is our world of reasoning. It has its greatness and uses and attractions. We are ready to pay homage due to it. But when it claims to have discovered the real world for us and laughs at the worlds of all simple-minded men, then we must say it is like a general grown intoxicated with his power, usurping the throne of his king.
Man's abiding happiness is not in getting anything but in giving himself up to what is greater than himself, to ideas which are larger than his individual life, the idea of his country, of humanity, of God.
Someone spilled the ink on the canvas. Now boasts: "I painted the night."
Emancipation from the bondage of the soil is no freedom for the tree.
My debts are large, my failures great, my shame secret and heavy; yet I come to ask for my good, I quake in fear lest my prayer be granted.
We try to realize the essential unity of the world with the conscious soul of man; we learn to perceive the unity held together by the one Eternal Spirit, whose power creates the earth, the sky, and the stars, and at the same time irradiates our mind.
Man's freedom is never in being saved from troubles, but it is the freedom to take trouble for his own good, to make the trouble an element in his joy.
Obstinate are the trammels, but my heart aches when I try to break them. Freedom is all I want, but to hope for it I feel ashamed. I am certain that priceless wealth is in thee, and that thou art my best friend, but I have not the heart to sweep away the tinsel that fills my room.
The shroud that covers me is a shroud of dust and death; I hate it, yet hug it in love. My debts are large, my failures great, my shame secret and heavy; yet when I come to ask for my good, I quake in fear lest my prayer be granted.
His love for me seemed to overflow my limits by its flood of wealth and service. But my necessity was more for giving than foe receiving; for love is a vagabond, who can make his flowers bloom in the wayside dust, better than in the crystal jars kept in the drawing-room.
And it shall be my endeavour to reveal thee in my actions, knowing it is thy power gives me strength to act.
The echo mocks her origin to prove she is the original.
The sparrow is sorry for the peacock at the burden of its tail.
Art awakens a sense of real by establishing an intimate relationship between our inner being and the universe at large, bringing us a consciousness of deep joy.
God seeks comrades and claims love,
The devil seeks slaves and claims obedience.
A mind all logic is like a knife all blade. It makes the hand bleed that uses it.
Love adorns itself; it seeks to prove inward joy by outward beauty.
Today I feel that I shall win through. I have come to the gateway of the simple; I am now content to see things as they are. I have gained freedom myself; I shall allow freedom to others. In my work will be my salvation.
The meaning of this is, that whomsoever we love, in him we find our own soul in the highest sense. The final truth of our existence lies in this. God, the Supreme Soul, is in me, as well as in my son, and my joy in my son is the realisation of this truth.
Every difficulty slurred over will be a ghost to disturb your repose later on.
Things in which we do not take joy are either a burden upon our minds to be got rid of at any cost; or they are useful, and therefore in temporary and partial relation to us, becoming burdensome when their utility is lost; or they are like wandering vagabonds, loitering for a moment on the outskirts of our recognition, and then passing on. A thing is only completely our own when it is a thing of joy to us.
Don't limit a child to your own learning, for he was born in another time.
All that is not given is lost.
Joy is everywhere; it is in the earth's green covering of grass: in the blue serenity of the sky: in the reckless exuberance of spring: in the severe abstinence of grey winter: in the living flesh that animates our bodily frame: in the perfect poise of the human figure, noble and upright: in living, in the exercise of all our powers: in the acquisition of knowledge... Joy is there everywhere.
The man who aims at his own aggrandisement underrates everything else.
I've travelled all around the world to see the rivers and the mountains, and I've spent a lot of money. I have gone to great lengths, I have seen everything, but I forgot to see just outside my house a dewdrop on a little blade of grass, a dewdrop which reflects in its convexity the whole universe around you.
The false can never grow into truth by growing in power.
Love is an endless mystery, because there is no reasonable cause that could explain it.
If you allow your mind to carp at all and sundry, it will turn against itself: the majority of our sorrows are self-inflicted.
O poor, unthinking human heart! Error will not go away, logic and reason are slow to penetrate.We cling with both arms to false hope, refusing to believe in the weightiest proofs against it, embracing it with all our strength. In the end it escapes, ripping our veins and draining our heart's blood; until, regaining consciousness, we rush to fall into snares of delusion all over again.
And because I love this life
I know I shall love death as well The child cries out when From the right breast the mother Takes it away, in the very next moment To find in the left one It's consolation.
I slept and dreamt that life was joy. I awoke and saw that life was service. I acted and behold, service was joy.
Merely to exist is not enough.
Saltwater heals, healing referring to its various forms; tears, cleanses and heals the soul; sweat, cleanses through labor; the ocean, heals in all its forms.
Days come and ages pass, and it is ever he who moves my heart in many a name, in many a guise, in many a rapture of joy and of sorrow. Deliverance is not for me in renunciation. I feel the embrace of freedom in a thousand bonds of delight.
When you have once taken up a responsibility, you must see it through.
For the current of our spiritual life creeds, rituals and channels that may thwart or help, according to their fixity or openness. When a symbol or spiritual idea becomes rigidly elaborate in its construction, it supplants the idea which it should support.
Ah, thou hast made my heart captive in the endless meshes of thy music, my master!
No civilized society can thrive upon victims, whose humanity has been permanently mutilated.
Compliments win friends, honesty loses them.
Life's aspirations come in the guise of children.
O master poet, I have sat down at thy feet. Only let me make my life simple and straight, like a flute of reed for thee to fill with music.
Do not say, 'It is morning,' and dismiss it with a name of yesterday. See it for the first time as a newborn child that has no name.
These paper boats of mine are meant to dance on the ripples of hours, and not reach any destination.
False hope is clung to with all one's might and main, till a day comes when it has sucked the heart dry and it forcibly breaks through its bonds and departs. After that comes the misery of awakening, and then once again the longing to get back into the maze of the same mistakes.
We come nearest to the great when we are great in humility.
My dearest life, I know you are not mine forever; but do love me even if it's for this moment. After that I shall vanish into the forest where you cast me, I won't ask anyone for anything again. Give me something that can last me till I die.
Where roads are made I lose my way.In the wide water, in the blue sky there is no line of a track.The pathway is hidden by the birds' wings, by the star-fires, by the flowers of the wayfaring seasons.And I ask my heart if its blood carries the wisdom of the unseen way.
If you cry because the sun has gone out of your life, your tears will prevent you from seeing the stars.
Let my thoughts come to you, when I am gone, like the afterglow of sunset at the margin of starry silence.
Life is indefinite -- a bundle of contradictions. We men, with our ideas, strive to give it a particular shape by melting it into a particular mould -- into the definiteness of success.
Time is a wealth of change, but the clock in its parody makes it mere change and no wealth.
Let the dead have the immortality of fame, but the living the immortality of love.
The trees come up to my window like the yearning voice of the dumb earth.
The world puts off its mask of vastness to its lover. It becomes small as one song, as one kiss of the eternal.
Yes, all my illusions will burn into illumination of joy, and all my desires ripen into fruits of love.
The traveler has to knock at every alien door to come to his own, and one has to wander through all the outer worlds to reach the innermost shrine at the end.
The butterfly counts not months but moments, and has time enough.
The song I came to sing remains unsung to this day. I have spent my days in stringing and in unstringing my instrument. The time has not come true, the words have not been rightly set; only there is the agony of wishing in my heart….. I have not seen his face, nor have I listened to his voice; only I have heard his gentle footsteps from the road before my house….. But the lamp has not been lit and I cannot ask him into my house; I live in the hope of meeting with him; but this meeting is not yet.
Bees sip honey from flowers and hum their thanks when they leave. The gaudy butterfly is sure that the flowers owe thanks to him.
You have given me Your love, filling the world with Your gifts.
If you want to know India, study Vivekananda. In him everything is positive and nothing negative.
I have become my own version of an optimist. If I can't make it through one door, I'll go through another door -- or I'll make a door. Something terrific will come no matter how dark the present.
If someone smells a flower and says he does not understand, the reply to him is: there is nothing to understand, it is only a scent. If he persists, saying: that I know, but what does it all mean? Then one has either to change the subject, or make it more abstruse by saying that the scent is the shape which the universal joy takes in the flower.
In the world's audience hall, the simple blade of grass sits on the same carpet with the sunbeams, and the stars of midnight.
Set the bird's wings with gold and it will never again soar in thesky.
From the grasses in the field to the stars in the sky, each one is doing just that; and there is such profound peace and surpassing beauty in nature because none of these tries forcibly to transgress its limitations.
Every child comes with the message that God is not yet discouraged of man.
It is no easy task to lead men. But it is easy enough to drive them.
The higher nature in man always seeks for something which transcends itself and yet is its deepest truth; which claims all its sacrifice, yet makes this sacrifice its own recompense. This is man's dharma, man's religion, and man's self is the vessel.
I have observed, on board a steamer, how men and women easily give way to their instinct for flirtation, because water has the power of washing away our sense of responsibility, and those who on land resemble the oak in their firmness behave like floating seaweed when on the sea.
If thou speakest not I will fill my heart with thy silence and endure it. I will keep still and wait like the night with starry vigil and its head bent low with patience. The morning will surely come, the darkness will vanish, and thy voice pour down in golden streams breaking through the sky. Then thy words will take wing in songs from every one of my birds' nests, and thy melodies will break forth in flowers in all my forest groves.
Man goes into the noisy crowd to drown his own clamour of silence.
When I go from hence, let this be my parting word, that what I have seen is unsurpassable. I have tasted of the hidden honey of this lotus that expands on the ocean of light, and thus I am blessed--let this be my parting word. In this playhouse of infinite forms I have had my play and here have I caught sight of him who is formless. My whole body and my limbs have thrilled with his touch who is beyond touch; and if the end comes here, let it come--let this be my parting word.
We gain freedom when we have paid the full price.
Love is not a mere impulse, it must contain truth, which is law.
I thought that my invincible power would hold the world captive, leaving me in a freedom undisturbed. Thus night and day I worked at the chain with huge fires and cruel hard strokes. When at last the work was done and the links were complete and unbreakable, I found that it held me in its grip.
Grant me that I may not be a coward, feeling your mercy in my success alone; but let me find the grasp of your hand in my failure.
I am willing to serve my country, but my worship I reserve for Right which is far greater than my country. To worship my country as a god is to bring a curse upon it.
The greed for fruit misses the flower.
We are hidden in ourselves, like a truth hidden in isolated facts. When we know that this One in us is One in all, then our truth is revealed.
The greatest distance in this World is not that between living and death, it is when I am just before you, and you don't know that I Love You.
I shall ever try to drive all evils away from my heart and keep my love in flower, knowing that thou hast thy seat in the inmost shrine of my heart.
I will sit in the pupil of your eyes and that will carry your sight into the heart of the things.
According to the true Indian view, our consciousness of the world, merely as the sum total of things that exist, and as governed by laws, is imperfect. But it is perfect when our consciousness realizes all things as spiritually one with it, and therefore capable of giving us joy. For us the highest purpose of this world is not merely living in it, knowing it and making use of it, but realizing our own selves in it through expansion of sympathy; not alienating ourselves from it and dominating it, but comprehending and uniting it with ourselves in perfect union.
We women are weak," replied Bimala. "So I suppose we must join in the conspiracy of the weak."
"Women weak!" I exclaimed with a laugh. "Men belaud you as delicate and fragile, so as to delude you into thinking yourselves weak. But it is you women who are strong. Men make a great outward show of their so-called freedom, but those who know their inner minds are aware of their bondage. They have manufactured scriptures with their own hands to bind themselves; with their very idealism they have made golden fetters of women to wind round their body and mind. If men had not that extraordinary faculty of entangling themselves in meshes of their own contriving, nothing could have kept them bound. But as for you women, you have desired to conceive reality with body and soul. You have given birth to reality. You have suckled reality at your breasts.
Plant flowers in others' gardens and your life becomes a bouquet! Submitted by Lisa Letto, Coordinator, Nutrition Resource and Volunteer Centre, College of Pharmacy and Nutrition, University of Saskatchewan, Saskatchewan, Canada I slept and I dreamed that life is all joy, I woke and I saw that life is all service. I served and I saw that service is joy.
It is the docile who achieve the most impossible things in this world.
Everything has sprung from immortal life and is vibrating with life, for life is immense!
I ask my destiny -- what power is this That cruelly drives me onward without rest? My destiny says, "Look round!" I turn back and see It is I myself that is ever pushing me from behind.
By plucking her petals, you do not gather the beauty of the flower.
Let your life lightly dance on the edges of Time like dew on the tip of a leaf.
Let my love like sunlight surround you and yet give you illumined freedom.
If you shut your door to all errors truth will be shut out.
Whatever we understand and enjoy in human products instantly becomes ours, wherever they might have their origin... Let me feel with unalloyed gladness that all the great glories of man are mine.
This is my prayer to thee, my lord -- strike, strike at the root of penury in my heart.
Give me the strength lightly to bear my joys and sorrows. Give me the strength to make my love fruitful in service. Give me the strength never to disown the poor or bend my knees before insolent might. Give me the strength to raise my mind high above daily trifles. And give me the strength to surrender my strength to thy will with love.
Let us unite, not in spite of our differences, but through them. For differences can never be wiped away, and life would be so much the poorer without them. Let all human races keep their own personalities, and yet come together, not in a uniformity that is dead, but in a unity that is living.
Our atmosphere breeds fear just as it breeds malaria.
What you are you do not see, what you see is your shadow.
Faith is a bird that feels dawn breaking and sings while it is still dark.
In love at one of its poles you find the personal, and at the other the impersonal. At one you have the positive assertion -- Here I am; at the other the equally strong denial -- I am not. Without this ego what is love? And again, with only this ego how can love be possible?
Bondage and liberation are not antagonistic in love. For love is most free and at the same time most bound. If God were absolutely free there would be no creation. The infinite being has assumed unto himself the mystery of finitude. And in him who is love the finite and the infinite are made one.
Thy infinite gifts come to me only on these very small hands of mine. Ages pass, and still thou pourest, and still there is room to fill.
Bravery ceases to be bravery at a certain point, and becomes mere foolhardiness.
Not hammer-strokes, but dance of the water, sings the pebbles into perfection.
I would have you come into the heart of the outer world and meet reality. Merely going on with your household duties, living your life in the world of household conventions and the drudgery of household tasks -- you were not made for that! If we meet, and recognize each other, in the real world, then only will our love be true.
Let us not pray to be sheltered from dangers but to be fearless when facing them.
Let us not pray to be sheltered from dangers but to be fearless when facing them." "Everything comes to us that belongs to us if we create the capacity to receive it." "Life is perpetually creative because it contains in itself that surplus which ever overflows the boundaries of the immediate time and space, restlessly pursuing its adventure of expression in the varied forms of self-realization." "The highest education is that which does not merely give us information but makes our life in harmony with all existence.
Melody and harmony are like lines and colors in pictures. A simple linear picture may be completely beautiful; the introduction of color may make it vague and insignificant. Yet color may, by combination with lines, create great pictures, so long as it does not smother and destroy their value.
The winds of grace are blowing all the time, but it is you that must raise your sails.
We read the world wrong and say that it deceives us.
Depth of friendship does not depend on length of acquaintance.
The soil in return for her service keeps the tree tied to her, the sky asks nothing and leaves it free.
For many years, at great cost, I traveled through many countries, saw the high mountains, the oceans. The only things I did not see were the sparkling dewdrops in the grass just outside my door.
Only Thee That I want thee, only thee -- -let my heart repeat without end. All desires that distract me, day and night, are false and empty to the core. As the night keeps hidden in its gloom the petition for light, even thus in the depth of my unconsciousness rings the cry -- -'I want thee, only thee'. As the storm still seeks its end in peace when it strikes against peace with all its might, even thus my rebellion strikes against thy love and still its cry is -- -'I want thee, only thee'.
Free me as free is the forest fire, as is the thunder that laughs aloud and hurls defiance to darkness.
Go not to the temple to put flowers upon the feet of God, first fill your own house with the fragrance of love. Go not to the temple to light candles before the altar of God, first remove the darkness of sin from your heart. Go not to the temple to bow down your head in prayer, first learn to bow in humility before your fellow men. Go not to the temple to pray on bended knees, first bend down to lift someone who is down trodden. Go not to the temple to ask for forgiveness for your sins, first forgive from your heart those who have sinned against you.
If religion, instead of being the manifestation of a spiritual ideal, gives prominence to scriptures and external rites, then does it disturb the peace more than anything else.
The stars are not afraid to appear like fireflies.
My Friend: Art thou abroad on this stormy night on thy journey of love, my friend? The sky groans like one in despair. I have no sleep tonight. Ever and again I open my door and look out on the darkness, my friend! I can see nothing before me. I wonder where lies thy path! By what dim shore of the ink-black river, by what far edge of the frowning forest, through what mazy depth of gloom art thou threading thy course to come to me, my friend?
In the mountain, stillness surges up to explore its own height In the lake, movement stands still to contemplate its own depth.
The fundamental desire of life is the desire to exist.
Work, especially good work, becomes easy only when desire has learnt to discipline itself.
When I stand before thee at the day's end, thou shalt see my scars and know that I had my wounds and also my healing.
Music is the purest form of art, and therefore the most direct expression of beauty, with a form and spirit which is one and simple, and least encumbered with anything extraneous. We seem to feel that the manifestation of the infinite in the finite forms of creation is music itself, silent and visible.
Love's gift cannot be given, it waits to be accepted.
He who is too busy doing good finds no time to be good.
When the heart is hard and parched up, come upon me with a shower of mercy.
When grace is lost from life, come with a burst of song. When tumultuous work raises its din on all sides shutting me out from beyond, come to me, my lord of silence, with thy peace and rest. When my beggarly heart sits crouched, shut up in a corner, break open the door, my king, and come with the ceremony of a king. When desire blinds the mind with delusion and dust, O thou holy one, thou wakeful, come with thy light and thy thunder.
By touching you may kill, by keeping away you may possess.
The real frienship is like fluorescence, it shines better when everything has darken.
Discipline divorced from wisdom is not true discipline, but merely the meaningless following of custom, which is only a disguise for stupidity.
Music fills the infinite between two souls.
Music fills the infinite between two souls. This has been muffled by the mist of our daily habits.
The burden of the self is lightened when I laugh at myself.
It was always the poor grass that suffered most when two kings went to war.
I leave no trace of wings in the air, but I am glad I have had my flight.
Men are cruel, but Man is kind.
Power takes as ingratitude the writhing of its victims.
The mountain remains unmoved at seeming defeat by the mist.
The child ever dwells in the mystery of ageless time,unobscured by the dust of history.
Plunge into the deep without fear, with the gladness of April in your heart.
O Woman, you are not merely the handiwork of God, but also of men; these are ever endowing you with beauty from their own hearts ... You are one-half woman and one-half dream.
The truth comes as conqueror only because we have lost the art of receiving it as guest.
Brahma was excessively sparing with earth, water, and fire.... The reckless expenditure of air and ether in his composition was amazing. And, in consequence, he perpetually struggled to outreach the wind, to outrun space itself. Other animals ran only when they had a reason, but the Horse would run for no reason whatever, as if to run out of his own skin.
This little flute of a reed thou hast carried over hills and dales, and hast breathed through it melodies eternally new.
Let the splendor of diamond, pearl and ruby vanish? Only let this one teardrop, this Taj Mahal, glisten spotlessly bright on the cheek of time, forever and ever.
Who are you, reader, reading my poems an hundred years hence? I cannot send you one single flower from this wealth of the spring, one single streak of gold from yonder clouds. Open your doors and look abroad. From your blossoming garden gather fragrant memories of the vanished flowers of an hundred years before. In the joy of your heart may you feel the living joy that sang one spring morning, sending its glad voice across a hundred years.
Yo are the big drop of dew under the lotus leaf, I am the smaller one on its upper side," said the dewdrop to the lake.
It means that God's Creation has not its source in any necessity; it comes from his fullness of joy; it is his love that creates, therefore in Creation is his own revealment.
We manage to swallow flesh, only because we do not think of the cruel and sinful thing we do.
Do not linger to gather flowers to keep them, but walk on, for flowers will keep themselves blooming all your way.
Life is given to us, we earn it by giving it.
Let not the hours pass by in the dark. Kindle the lamp of love with thy life.
The speech of my heart will be carried on in murmurings of a song.
The night kisses the fading day whispering to his ear, "I am death, your mother. I am to give you fresh birth.
From the solemn gloom of the temple children run out to sit in the dust, God watches them play and forgets the priest.
Faith is the bird that feels the light and sings when the dawn is still dark.
We do not want nowadays temples of worship and outward rites and ceremonies. What we really want is an Asram. We want a place where the beauty of nature and the noblest pursuits of man are in a sweet harmony.
The earth paints a portrait of the sun at dawn with sunflowers in bloom. Unhappy with the portrait, she erases it and paints it again and again.
I have read in books that we are called 'caged birds'. I cannot speak for others, but I had so much in this cage of mine that there was not room for it in the universe- at least that is what I then felt.
The same stream of life that runs through the world runs through my veins night and day.
The same stream of life that runs through my veins night and day runs through the world and dances in rhythmic measures. It is the same life that shoots in joy through the dust of the earth in numberless blades of grass and breaks into tumultuous waves of leaves and flowers.
Great calm, generous detachment, selfless love, disinterested effort: these are what make for success in life. If you can find peace in yourself and can spread comfort around you, you will be happier than an empress.