
Tribute to Rabindranath Tagore for the poetry.
He who wants to do good knocks at the gate;
he who loves finds the gate open.
Thanks to www.poetseers.org for the online version.
Thanks to Alan Cohen.
It takes a lot of courage to release the familiar and seemingly secure, to embrace the new. But there is no real security in what is no longer meaningful. There is more security in the adventurous and exciting, for in movement there is life, and in change there is power.
Thanks to www.wisdomquotes.com for the online version.
Thanks to Ralph Emerson for a sweet poem.
"Give all to love;
Obey thy heart;
Friends, kindred, days,
Estate, good fame,
Plans, credit, and the muse;
Nothing refuse.."
Thanks to Wikipedia for the image. Thanks to www.poetseers.org for the online version of the poem.
All things come to him who waits - provided he knows what he is waiting for. - Thanks to Woodrow.T.Wilson
While reading the poem, it was so easy to slip into each of those wonderful metaphors and the scenes that Tagore scripted. You might agree with me after you travel through this poem. Tribute to Tagore and thanks to www.poetseers.org for the online version of the poem. This website houses many moving poems from various authors. You may want to check it out.
Ah, these jasmines, these white jasmines!
I seem to remember the first day when I filled my hands
with these jasmines, these white jasmines.
I have loved the sunlight, the sky and the green earth;
I have heard the liquid murmur of the river
through the darkness of midnight;
Autumn sunsets have come to me at the bend of the road
in the lonely waste, like a bride raising her veil
to accept her lover.
Yet my memory is still sweet with the first white jasmines
that I held in my hands when I was a child.
Many a glad day has come in my life,
and I have laughed with merrymakers on festival nights.
On grey mornings of rain
I have crooned many an idle song.
I have worn round my neck the evening wreath of
BAKULAS woven by the hand of love.
Yet my heart is sweet with the memory of the first fresh jasmines that filled my hands when I was a child.
Perseverance is a great element of success. If you knock long enough and loud enough at the gate, you are sure to wake up somebody. - Thanks to Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.
Stay committed to your decisions, but stay flexible in your approach - Thanks to Tom Robbins.
Wonderful poem by Emily Dickinson on "The Grass".
The grass so little has to do, --
A sphere of simple green,
With only butterflies to brood,
And bees to entertain,
And stir all day to pretty tunes
The breezes fetch along,
And hold the sunshine in its lap
And bow to everything;
And thread the dews all night, like pearls,
And make itself so fine, --
A duchess were too common
For such a noticing.
And even when it dies, to pass
In odors so divine,
As lowly spices gone to sleep,
Or amulets of pine.
And then to dwell in sovereign barns,
And dream the days away, --
The grass so little has to do,
I wish I were the hay!
What is beyond reason? Why is it so? Can reason answer what is beyond reason?
The beauty of the heart
is the lasting beauty:
its lips give to drink
of the water of life.
Truly it is the water,
that which pours,
and the one who drinks.
All three become one when
your talisman is shattered.
That oneness you can't know
by reasoning.
Thanks to Rumi for the poem. Thanks to www.poetseers.org for the online version.
Our greatest weakness lies in giving up. The most certain way to succeed is always to try just one more time.
- Thomas Alva Edison
Thanks to Benjamin Franklin for the quote.
The best thing to give to your enemy is forgiveness; to an opponent, tolerance; to a friend, your heart; to your child, a good example; to a father, deference; to your mother, conduct that will make her proud of you; to yourself, respect; to all men, charity.”
Thanks to www.thinkexist.com for the online quote; to Jean-Baptiste Greuze for the portrait of Franklin and to www.wikipedia.org for the online version of the same.
Success is the progressive realization of worthwhile, predetermined, personal goals.
- Paul J.Meyer
On a sober sunday street, I walked, looking at the empty and beautiful buildings, wondering why thy were empty. I reached my home and as the computer hooked on to the internet, my mind was hooked on to some reading and I chose the magnificent Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. Here is one of his work "Castle Builder"
A gentle boy, with soft and silken locks,
A dreamy boy, with brown and tender eyes,
A castle-builder, with his wooden blocks,
And towers that touch imaginary skies.
A fearless rider on his father's knee,
An eager listener unto stories told
At the Round Table of the nursery,
Of heroes and adventures manifold.
There will be other towers for thee to build;
There will be other steeds for thee to ride;
There will be other legends, and all filled
With greater marvels and more glorified.
Build on, and make thy castles high and fair,
Rising and reaching upward to the skies;
Listening to voices in the upper air,
Nor lose thy simple faith in mysteries.
Tribute to Longfellow for the work.
It is the tears of the earth
that keep her smiles in bloom
- Thanks to Rabindranath Tagore
Champions do not become champions when they win the event, but in the hours, weeks, months and years they spend preparing for it. The victorious performance itself is merely the demonstration of their championship character” - T. Alan Armstrong
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