Fear Not

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Speak not, shout not – silent be not!

Hear not, listen not – deaf be not!

See not, perceive not – blind be not!

Think not, ponder not – daft be not!

Let silence talk – the deeds of the wicked

Let deaf discern – the ways of the wise

Let blind appraise – the accounts of the just

Let daft decipher – the plans of the vile

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The Wind, The Sea, The Land

 

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Whence does the wind come forth
Thence where does it blow?
Whence does the sea break forth
Thence where does it flow?
Whence does the land emerge forth
Thence where does it go?
The wind dost blow – where it will
The sea dost  flow – where it will
The land dost go – where it will
And so shall it take what you give
And so shall it bestow and give
And so shall it be as it receives to give
Heed then and give well
Perceive and dwell
Spake nor do ill – for knell.

Happy Diwali

 

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Light a diya, to dispel the darkness.
Light two, to disperse the shadows.
Light three, to brighten the place.
Light four, light more, to live in joyous, shimmering brilliance.
Light up your life – Be A Light!
Dispel the darkness – The darkness of selfishness, jealousy and greed.
Disperse the shadow – Of wantonness and misery.
Light up your life – Be A Light!

Said A Blade Of Grass | Kahlil Gibran — The Stoned Storyteller

Said a blade of grass to an autumn leaf  “You make such a noise falling! You scatter all my winter dreams.” Said the leaf indignant, “Low-born and low-dwelling! Songless, peevish thing! You live not in the upper air and you cannot tell the sound of singing.” Then the autumn leaf lay down upon the earth […]

via Said A Blade Of Grass | Kahlil Gibran — The Stoned Storyteller

To The Boatmen

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With wind in the bough of the willow
And the sails a billowing billow
Far from moorings shore
The boatmen row.

And the sails a billowing billow
Ferrying upon the breeze
The boatmen row.
Tarry not O men of Sea

Ferrying upon the breeze
Row a steady on
Tarry not O men of Sea
O’er the waves a mighty

Row a steady on
As silvery moon smiles upon
O’er the waves a mighty
The swirling crests of white

As silvery moon smiles upon
The heart swells with pride
The swirling crests of white
Bid thee to thy familiar keep

The heart swells with pride
Far from the moorings shore
Bid thee to thy familiar keep
With wind in the bough of the willow