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Waiting

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Patience is not only an ability to wait; but being steady, calm and serene while waiting out of faith. It’s about to withstand with equanimity.

In an hour of waiting, we babble against time and fate. It’s nothing but one king of complaining. We prattle or bloviate; but instead of it we can believe; my shall come to me.

Though Burroughs was burdened by many problems and responsibilities at the time, thought the outlook for the future was anything but promising, he did not “rave against time or fate.” He did not become bitter, impatient, resentful. He looked within himself and found his own tranquility. In the midst of turmoil and uncertainty he was able to write, “Serene, I fold my hands and wait.”

We reap what we have sown. It is inevitable. We can not avoid it. Fruits will be ripen and meet me at right time and in the right space. It is assured to come. As a book springs and sprints in the rain; it draws and flows certainly.

In this disquieting times, “Waiting” has a special meaning f…

Light, my light

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Light, my light, the world-filling light, the eye-kissing light, heart-sweetening light!
Ah, the light dances, my darling, at the center of my life; the light strikes, my darling, the chords of my love; the sky opens, the wind runs wild, laughter passes over the earth.
The butterflies spread their sails on the sea of light. Lilies and jasmines surge up on the crest of the waves of light. The light is shattered into gold on every cloud, my darling, and it scatters gems in profusion.
Mirth spreads from leaf to leaf, my darling, and gladness without measure. The heaven's river has drowned its banks and the flood of joy is abroad.
By Rabindranath Tagore

Be a little !

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On the seashore of endless worlds children meet. The infinite sky is motionless overhead and the restless water is boisterous. On the seashore of endless worlds the children meet with shouts and dances.
They build their houses with sand and they play with empty shells. With withered leaves they weave their boats and smilingly float them on the vast deep. Children have their play on the seashore of worlds.
They know not how to swim; they know not how to cast nets. Pearl fishers dive for pearls; merchants sail in their ships, while children gather pebbles and scatter them again. They seek not for hidden treasures; they know not how to cast nets.
The sea surges up with laughter and pale gleams the smile of the sea beach. Death-dealing waves sing meaningless ballads to the children, even like a mother while rocking her baby's cradle. The sea plays with children and pale gleams the smile of the sea beach.
On the seashore of endless worlds children meet. Tempest roams in the pathless sky, s…

Footprints

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One night I dreamed a dream.
As I was walking along the beach with my Lord.
Across the dark sky flashed scenes from my life.
For each scene, I noticed two sets of footprints in the sand,
One belonging to me and one to my Lord.
After the last scene of my life flashed before me,
I looked back at the footprints in the sand.
I noticed that at many times along the path of my life,
especially at the very lowest and saddest times,
there was only one set of footprints.
This really troubled me, so I asked the Lord about it.
"Lord, you said once I decided to follow you,
You'd walk with me all the way.
But I noticed that during the saddest and most troublesome times of my life,
there was only one set of footprints. I don't understand why, when I needed You the most, You would leave me."
He whispered, "My precious child, I love you and will never leave you
Never, ever, during your trials and testings.
When you saw only one set of footprints,
It was then that I carried you."…

Psalm of life

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Tell me not, in mournful numbers,
Life is but an empty dream!
For the soul is dead that slumbers,
And things are not what they seem.

Life is real! Life is earnest!
And the grave is not its goal;
Dust thou art, to dust returnest,
Was not spoken of the soul.

Not enjoyment, and not sorrow,
Is our destined end or way;
But to act, that each to-morrow
Find us farther than to-day.

Art is long, and Time is fleeting,
And our hearts, though stout and brave,
Still, like muffled drums, are beating
Funeral marches to the grave.

In the world’s broad field of battle,
In the bivouac of Life,
Be not like dumb, driven cattle!
Be a hero in the strife!

Trust no Future, howe’er pleasant!

Learn to wait

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Learn to wait - life’s hardest lesson Conned, perchance, through blinding tears; While the heart throbs sadly echo To the tread of passing years. Learn to wait - hope’s slow fruition;
Faint not, though the way seems long; There is joy in each condition; Hearts through suffering may grow strong, This a soul untouched by sorrow Aims not at a higher state; Joy seeks not a brighter morrow; Only sad hearts learn to wait.
Author Unknown

Colored toys

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When I bring to you colored toys, my child,
I understand why there is such a play of colors on clouds, on water,
and why flowers are painted in tints
when I give colored toys to you, my child.

When I sing to make you dance
I truly know why there is music in leaves,
and why waves send their chorus of voices to the heart of the listening earth
when I sing to make you dance.

When I bring sweet things to your greedy hands
I know why there is honey in the cup of the flowers
and why fruits are secretly filled with sweet juice
when I bring sweet things to your greedy hands.

When I kiss your face to make you smile, my darling,
I surely understand what pleasure streams from the sky in morning light,
and what delight that is that is which the summer breeze brings to my body

Let me not pray

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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.
Let me not look for allies in life's battlefield but to my own strength.
Let me not crave in anxious fear to be saved but hope for the patience to win my freedom.
Grant 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.

By Rabindranath Tagore

Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening

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Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
Robert Frost

Lead thou me on

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Lead, kindly Light, amid the encircling gloom,
Lead thou me on; The night is dark, and I am far from home; Lead thou me on. Keep thou my feet; I do not ask to see The distant scene; one step enough for me.
I was not ever thus, nor prayed that thou Shouldst lead me on; I loved to choose and see my path; but now Lead thou me on. I loved the garish day, and, spite of fears, Pride ruled my will : remember not past years.

So long thy power hath blest me, sure it still Will lead me on O’er moor and fen, o’er crag and torrent, till The night is gone, And with the morn those angel faces smile Which I have loved long since, and lost awhile.

By John Henry Newman

Purity

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Life of my life,
I shall ever try to keep my body pure,
knowing that thy living touch
is upon all my limbs.

I shall ever try to keep all untruths
out from my thoughts,
knowing that thou art that truth
which has kindled the light of reason in my mind.

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.

And it shall be my endeavor
to reveal thee in my actions,
knowing it is thy power gives me strength to act.

By Rabindranath Tagore

Youth

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Age is a quality of mind
If you have left your dreams behind
If your ambitions’ fires are dead
If you no longer look ahead
If hope is cold…
Then you are old…then you are old
But
If from life you take the best
If in life you keep the jest
No matter how years go by
No matter how birthdays fly
If love you hold…
Then you are not old…then you are not old
Anonymous

Brink Of Eternity

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In desperate hope I go and search for her  in all the corners of my room;  I find her not. 
My house is small  and what once has gone from it can never be regained. 
But infinite is thy mansion, my lord,  and seeking her I have to come to thy door. 
I stand under the golden canopy of thine evening sky  and I lift my eager eyes to thy face. 
I have come to the brink of eternity from which nothing can vanish  no hope, no happiness, no vision of a face seen through tears. 
Oh, dip my emptied life into that ocean,  plunge it into the deepest fullness.  Let me for once feel that lost sweet touch  in the allness of the universe.

By Rabindranath Tagore

Passing breeze

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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.

By Rabindranath Tagore

Flower

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Pluck this little flower and take it,
delay not! I fear lest it
droop and drop into the dust.

I may not find a place in thy garland,
but honour it with a touch of
pain from thy hand and pluck it.
I fear lest the day end before I am aware,
and the time of offering go by.

Though its colour be not deep and its smell be faint,
use this flower in thy service and pluck it while there is time.

By Rabindranath Tagore

Hold on yet a while, Brave heart...

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If the sun by the cloud is hidden a bit, If the welkin shows but gloom, Still hold on yet a while, brave heart, The victory is sure to come.
No winter was but summer came behind, Each hollow crests the wave, They push each other in light and shade; Be steady then and brave.
The duties of life are sore indeed, And its pleasures fleeting, vain, The goal so shadowy seems and dim, Yet plod on through the dark, brave heart, With all thy might and main.
Not a work will be lost, no struggle vain, Though hopes be blighted, powers gone; Of thy loins shall come the heirs to all, Then hold on yet a while, brave soul, No good is e’er undone.
Though the good and the wise in life are few, Yet theirs are the reins to lead, The masses know but late the worth; Heed none and gently guide.
With thee are those who see afar, With thee is the Lord of might, All blessings pour on thee, great soul, To thee may all come right!

By Swami Vivekananda (CW Vol 4. Page 389)

Little drops of water

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Little drops of water,
little grains of sand,
make the mighty ocean
and the beauteous land.

And the little moments,
humble though they may be,
make the mighty ages
of eternity.

Little deeds of kindness,
little words of love,
make our earth an Eden,
like the heaven above.

So our little errors
lead the soul away,
from the paths of virtue
into sin to stray.

Little seeds of mercy
sown by youthful hands,
grow to bless the nations
far in heathen lands.

Glory then for ever
be to God on high,
beautiful and loving,
to eternity. 

By Julia Carney, 1845. 

God gave me an angel !

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God gave me an angel right here on earth
She taught me values and gave me self worth

She guides me though life with her wisdom,
God’s light…she steers me from wrong,
and leads me towards right.

She stands by my side,
When things are rough.
She taught me in bad times,
We need to be tough.

She’s there when I need her,
Through out all my years.
She laughs with me in happy times,
And comforts my tears.

My angel on earth was sent from above,
She’s paid not in wages but with eternal love,
She’s been my confidante, my rock, my protector.

And when God says her time is through,
I know I won’t forget her.
She needs not a halo or silken wings of grace,
For the glory of God’s love shines upon her face.

My guardian angel,
Can be replaced by no other.
She’s God’s gift to me,
I call her my dear mother !

It is hard to believe that you are not coming back,
I cannot be strong; it is courage that I lack.
It has been months since your death happened,
Although it still seems like yesterday.

But sometimes it feels like you are somewh…