Saturday, February 27, 2016

Light of ages by Jean Paul Richter

Every age regards the dawning of new light as the destroying fire of morality; while that very age itself, with heart uninjured, finds itself raised one degree of light above the preceding.

Every brave life out of the past does not appear to us so brave as it really was, for the forms of terror with which it wrestled are now overthrown.
Jean Paul Richter

Beauties In Small Proportions by Ben Jonson

IT is not growing like a tree
In bulk, doth make man better be;
Or standing long an oak, three hundred year,
To fall a log at last, dry, bald, and sere:
A lily of a day
Is fairer far in May,
Although it fall and die that night;
It was the plant and flower of light.
In small proportions we just beauties see;
And in short measures, life may perfect be.
Ben Johnson

Tuesday, February 23, 2016

Selected Spiritual Poems from "Song Offerings"(Gitanjali) by Rabindranath Tagore

Hamain Tumse Pyar Kitna - INSTRUMENTAL

Little Flute

Thou hast made me endless, such is thy pleasure. This frail
vessel thou emptiest again and again, and fillest it ever with fresh life.
This little flute of a reed thou hast carried over hills and dales,
and hast breathed through it melodies eternally new.
At the immortal touch of thy hands my little heart loses its limits in
joy and gives birth to utterance ineffable.
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.

Passing Breeze

Yes, I know, this is nothing but thy love,
O beloved of my heart---this golden light that dances upon the leaves,
these idle clouds sailing across the sky,
this passing breeze leaving its coolness upon my forehead.
The morning light has flooded my eyes---this is thy message to my heart.
Thy face is bent from above, thy eyes look down on my eyes,
and my heart has touched thy feet.

Leave This

Leave this chanting and singing and telling of beads!
Whom dost thou worship in this lonely dark corner
of a temple with doors all shut?
Open thine eyes and see thy God is not before thee!
He is there where the tiller is tilling the hard ground
and where the pathmaker is breaking stones.
He is with them in sun and in shower,
and his garment is covered with dust.
Put off thy holy mantle and even like him come down on the dusty soil!

Beggarly Heart

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.

Last Curtain

I know that the day will come
when my sight of this earth shall be lost,
and life will take its leave in silence,
drawing the last curtain over my eyes.
Yet stars will watch at night,
and morning rise as before,
and hours heave like sea waves casting up pleasures and pains.
When I think of this end of my moments,
the barrier of the moments breaks
and I see by the light of death
thy world with its careless treasures.
Rare is its lowliest seat,
rare is its meanest of lives.
Things that I longed for in vain
and things that I got
---let them pass.
Let me but truly possess
the things that I ever spurned
and overlooked.

Old and New

Thou hast made me known to friends whom I knew not.
Thou hast given me seats in homes not my own.
Thou hast brought the distant near and made a brother of the stranger.
I am uneasy at heart when I have to leave my accustomed shelter;
I forget that there abides the old in the new,
and that there also thou abidest.
Through birth and death, in this world or in others,
wherever thou leadest me it is thou, the same,
the one companion of my endless life
who ever linkest my heart with bonds of joy to the unfamiliar.
When one knows thee, then alien there is none, then no door is shut.
Oh, grant me my prayer that I may never lose
the bliss of the touch of the one
in the play of many.

When thou commandest me to sing

When thou commandest me to sing
it seems that my heart would break with pride;
and I look to thy face, and tears come to my eyes.

All that is harsh and dissonant in my life
melts into one sweet harmony -
and my adoration spreads wings like a glad bird
on its flight across the sea.

I know thou takest pleasure in my singing.
I know that only as a singer
I come before thy presence.

I touch by the edge of the far-spreading wing
of my song thy feet
which I could never aspire to reach.

Drunk with the joy of singing I forget myself
and call thee friend who art my lord.


She who ever had remained in the depth of my being,
in the twilight of gleams and of glimpses;
she who never opened her veils in the morning light,
will be my last gift to thee, my God, folded in my final song.
Words have wooed yet failed to win her;
persuasion has stretched to her its eager arms in vain.
I have roamed from country to country keeping her in the core of my heart,
and around her have risen and fallen the growth and decay of my life.
Over my thoughts and actions, my slumbers and dreams,
she reigned yet dwelled alone and apart.
Many a man knocked at my door and asked for her
and turned away in despair.
There was none in the world who ever saw her face to face,
and she remained in her loneliness waiting for thy recognition.

Saturday, February 20, 2016

The Ethical Man by Albert Schweitzer

A man is really ethical only when he obeys the constraint laid on him to aid all life which he is able to help, and when he goes out of his way to avoid injuring anything living. He does not ask how far this or that life deserves sympathy as valuable in itself, not how far it is capable of feeling. To him life as such is sacred.
Albert Schweitzer

Wednesday, February 17, 2016

Excerpt from ''Of Human Bondage'' by W. Somerset Maugham

You will find as you grow older that the first thing needful to make the world a tolerable place to live in is to recognize the inevitable selfishness of humanity. You demand unselfishness from others, which is a preposterous claim that they should sacrifice their desires to yours. Why should they? When you are reconciled to the fact that each is for himself in the world you will ask less from your fellows. They will not disappoint you, and you will look upon them more charitably.
W. Somerset Maugham, Of Human Bondage

I've got to live with myself by Harper Lee

Before I can live with other folks I've got to live with myself.
The one thing that doesn't abide by majority rule is a person's conscience.
HARPER LEE, To Kill a Mockingbird

Monday, February 15, 2016

In friendship or in love by Kahlil Gibran

No human relation gives one possession in another. Every two souls are absolutely different. In friendship or in love, the two side by side raise hands together to find what one cannot reach alone.
Kahlil Gibran

I love thee my friend by Henry David Thoreau

As I love nature, as I love singing birds, and gleaming stubble, and flowing rivers, and morning and evening, and summer and winter, I love thee my friend.
Henry David Thoreau

Thursday, February 11, 2016

We are still romantics at heart by Leonard Bernstein

We are still romantics at heart. The romantics give us back our Moon, for instance, which science has taken away from us and made into just another airport. Secretly we all want the Moon to be what it was before ~ a mysterious, hypnotic light in the sky. We want Love to be mysterious too, as it used to be, and not a set of pyschotheraputic rules for interpersonal relationships. We crave mystery even as we forge ahead toward the solution of one cosmic mystery after another.
Leonard Bernstein

Tuesday, February 9, 2016

All people have stars by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

All people have stars. . . but they are not the same things for different people. For some, who are travelers, the stars are guides. For others, they are no more than little lights in the sky. For others, who are scholars, they are problems. . . . But all these stars are silent. You--you alone--will have the stars as no one else has them.
Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

When you counsel someone by Baltasar Gracián

When you counsel someone, you should appear to be reminding him of something he had forgotten, not of the light he was unable to see.
Baltasar Gracián

Monday, February 8, 2016

We love ourself In them by Johann Gottfried Herder

Every one loves his country, his manners, his language, his wife, his children; not because they are the best in the World, but because they are absolutely his own, and he loves himself and his own labours in them.
Johann Gottfried Herder

Jeder liebt sein Land, seine Sitten, seine Sprache, sein Weib, seine Kinder, nicht weil sie die besten auf der Welt, sondern weil sie die bewährten Seinigen sind, und er in ihnen sich und seine Mühe selbst liebt.

Our truest self by Johann Gottfried Herder

Whate'er of us lives in the hearts of others
Is our truest and profoundest self.
Johann Gottfried Herder

Was in dem Herzen andrer von Uns lebt,
Ist unser wahrestes und tiefstes Selbst.

Wednesday, February 3, 2016

Beautiful, Happy, And Beloved by T. S. Arthur

Raúl Di'Blasio Ft. Rocio Dúrcal - La Gata Bajo la Lluvia

T. S. Arthur

OH! if there is one law above the rest,
Written in Wisdom--if there is a word
That I would trace as with a pen of fire
Upon the unsullied temper of a child--
If there is anything that keeps the mind
Open to angel visits, and repels
The ministry of ill--'tis Human Love!

God has made nothing worthy of contempt;
The smallest pebble in the well of Truth
Has its peculiar meanings, and will stand
When man's best monuments wear fast away.
The law of Heaven is Love--and though its name
Has been usurped by passion, and profaned
To its unholy uses through all time,
Still, the external principle is pure;

And in these deep affections that we feel
Omnipotent within us, can we see
The lavish measure in which love is given.
And in the yearning tenderness of a child
For every bird that sings above its head,
And every creature feeding on the hills,
And every tree and flower, and running brook,
We see how everything was made to love,
And how they err, who, in a world like this,
Find anything to hate but human pride.

Beautiful, Happy, And Beloved
T. S. Arthur

WOULDST thou be beautiful?
Ah, then, be pure! be pure! An angel's face
Is the transparent mirror of her soul.
If ghastly guilt on fairest brows you trace,
Then do you hear the knell of beauty toll.
Let Purity her seal on thee impress,
And thine shall be angelic loveliness.
The pure are beautiful.

Wouldst thou be dearly loved?
Then love, love truly all that God has made;
For by His name of love is He best known.
No damp distrust be on thy spirit laid;
And let affection's words and deeds be one.
Thy soul's warm fountain shall not gush in vain;
From Love's deep source it shall be filled again;
For they who love, are loved.

And wouldst thou happy be?
Then make the truth thy talisman, thy guide.
Be truth the stone in all thy jewels set.
Into thy heart its opal-light shall glide,
And guide thee where are happier spirits yet.
For these three rays are in the shining crown:
The seraph by the Throne of Light lays down,
Truth, Love, and Purity.

La Gata Bajo La Lluvia - Rocío Durcal

La Gata Bajo La Lluvia
Rocío Durcal

Amor, tranquilo no te voy a molestar
Mi suerte estaba echada ya lo se
Y se que hay un torrente
Dando vueltas por tu mente

Amor, lo nuestro solo fue casualidad
La misma hora, el mismo boulevard
No temas, no hay cuidado
No te culpo del pasado

Ya lo ves, la vida es asi
Tu te vas y yo me quedo aqui
Llovera y ya no sere tuya
Sere la gata bajo la lluvia
Y maullare por ti

Amor, lo se no digas nada de verdad
Si ves alguna lagrima perdon
Yo se que no has querido
Hacer llorar a un gato herido

Amor, si alguna vez nos vemos por ahi
Invitame un cafe y hazme el amor
Y si ya no vuelvo a verte
Ojala que tengas suerte
Ya lo ves

Monday, February 1, 2016

Grief in armes of nature by H. Rider Haggard

Who has not in his great grief felt a longing to look upon the outward features of the universal Mother; to lie on the mountains and watch the clouds drive across the sky and hear the rollers break in thunder on the shore, to let his poor struggling life mingle for a while in her life; to feel the slow beat of her eternal heart, and to forget his woes . . .
H. Rider Haggard

On love:Your Happines is holy to me by Friedrich schiller

You could be happy without me - but not become unhappy through me. This I felt alive in me - and thereupon I built my hopes. You could give yourself to another, but none could love you more purely or more completely than I did. To none could your happiness be holier, as it was to me, and always will be. My whole existence, everything that lives within me, everything, my most precious, I devote to you, and if I try to ennoble myself, that is done, in order to become ever worthier of you, to make you ever happier.
Friedrich Schiller

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