“Calmness, gentleness, silence, self-restraint, and purity:
these are the disciplines of the mind.”
“As a strong wind sweeps
away a boat on the water, even one of the roaming world of the senses on which
the mind focuses can carry away a man’s intellect.”
“As the ignorant perform their duties with attachment to results,
the learned may similarly act, but without attachment,
for the sake of leading people on the right path.”
In fields of green, where knowledge grows,
The learned and ignorant, both do flow.
Their paths may cross, their fates entwine,
Yet differ their aims, and differ their design.
The ignorant, with passion's fire,
Perform their duties, with hearts' desire.
Their labors, fueled by hope and greed,
Yet blind to truth, in deeds unheeded.
The learned, with wisdom's light,
Act with compassion, in endless sight.
Their actions, guided by virtue's hand,
Lead people on, to a better land.
Though both may toil, with sweat and tears,
Their purposes, vastly differing years.
The ignorant, with attachment strong,
Seek rewards, their hearts to throng.
The learned, with detachment true,
Act for the sake of others, anew.
Their deeds, a beacon in the night,
Guide people right, with all their might.
So let us learn, from those who know,
And follow wisdom's path, we go.
For in the end, it is not we,
Who shape our lives, but destiny.
“Yoga is skill in actions.”
Yoga, the art of balance and poise,
A skill that brings harmony to our
noise,
In each pose, we find our center,
And let go of the chaos that we
enter.
With every breath, we quiet the
mind,
And find peace in the present, we
find,
The movements flow like a river's
stream,
As we bend and stretch, our spirits
gleam.
Yoga is skill in actions, you see,
A way to cultivate serenity,
In every posture, we find our
strength,
And let go of the weight that we
bring.
So come, my friends, let us
practice,
And find the balance that we all
need,
In the art of yoga, we'll find our
peace,
And let go of the world's noise and speed.
Sometimes, I whisper to my books.
I think they understand me better than people."
In quiet hours, when
day is done,
I whisper secrets to my
favorite one.
The pages listen, with a silent ear,
And in their wisdom, I
find solace dear.
The words within, a
language speak,
That echoes my heart,
and all I seek.
Their wisdom whispers,
in a gentle tone,
A comfort that's mine,
and makes me whole.
For in their lines, my
thoughts unfold,
And in their silence,
my heart is told.
The books understand,
without a sound,
The whispers of my
soul, without a bound.
And so I whisper, to
their silent page,
My deepest fears, my
greatest rage.
And in their wisdom, I
find a peace,
That calms my mind, and
soothes my release.
For in their words, I
find a friend,
Who listens closely,
till the end.
And though they're
silent, they hear my voice,
And in their pages, my
heart takes its choice.
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“Human life. Duration: momentary. Nature: changeable. Perception: dim.
Condition of Body: decaying. Soul: spinning around. Fortune: unpredictable.
Fortune: unpredictable. Lasting Fame: uncertain. Sum up: The body and its parts
are a river, the soul a dream and mist, life is warfare and a journey far from
home, lasting reputation is oblivion.” Marcus Aurelius
[*]
“If you do everything as if it were the last thing you were doing in life, and
stop being aimless, stop letting your emotions override what your mind tells
you, stop being hypocritical, self-centered, irritable. You see how few things
you have to do to live a satisfying and reverent life?” Marcus Aurelius