“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.
[*]
“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
[*]
“Some things are rushing into existence, others out of it. Some of what now
exists is already gone. Change and flux constantly remake the world, just as
the incessant progression of time remakes eternity. We find ourselves in a
river. Which of the things around us should we value when none of them can
offer a firm foothold?” Marcus Aurelius
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“Let
the spirit of sacrifice and devotion light up your soul.
Wishing you a fulfilling and prosperous Eid
al-Adha!”
Oh! God! That bread should be so dear,
In
streets of gold, where crumbs do lie
A
loaf of bread, a wondrous sigh
Oh!
God! That bread should be so dear
And
flesh and blood so cheap, so near
The
aroma wafts, a savory treat
Tempting
tongues, that eager beat
But
alas, the cost, a bitter pill
Leaves
many hungry, with a hollow will
In
markets bustling, with life's delight
A
loaf of bread, a precious sight
But
oh, the price, a heavy toll
Leaves
many struggling, with an empty roll
Oh!
God! That bread should be so dear
And
flesh and blood so cheap, so clear
That
all may dine, with full delight
And
never know, the pangs of night
But
till that day, when all is bright
And
bread and blood, are within our sight
We'll
cherish every crumb, we may find
And
pray for justice, to be kind.
The savage bows down to idols of wood and stone,
the civilized man to idols of
flesh and blood George Bernard Shaw
In realms of old, where tribes did roam,
The savage bows down to idols of wood and stone,
A primitive reverence, a primal tone,
For gods of earth and forest, ancient and unknown.
But in the west, where cities rise so high,
The civilized man to idols of flesh and blood does sigh,
A worship of beauty, of strength and of might,
For idols of humanity, in all their shining light.
He prays to the gods of love and desire's fire,
To Venus and Mars, and the passions that conspire,
He offers up his heart, his soul, his every prayer,
For the fleeting joys of life, and the sorrows that ensnare.
Yet, in his heart, a secret lies in store,
A knowledge of the true, the eternal, and more,
A truth that whispers low, of a love that's divine,
A love that's not of wood, or stone, or flesh, or shrine.
But still he turns to idols, to idols of might,
To gods of power and glory, in the morning light,
And though he knows the truth, he cannot turn away,
For in his heart, a savage still holds sway.
Amidst the
chime of digital days,
Where
information flows in every way,
Let us raise awareness, not propaganda,
And build
connections, not passive-aggression.
With hashtags
and feeds, we share our deeds,
But let us not
forget the art of hearing,
The whispers of
the human heart,
That bond us,
not apart.
In the shadows
of the screen,
Let us find the
light of empathy,
The courage to
speak truth,
The grace to
listen free.
Let our data be
the spark,
That ignites
the flame of understanding,
And in the glow
of digital days,
Let us forge
connections, not dividing.
So let us use
our tools with care,
To build
bridges, not walls of despair,
Let our
information and social tech,
Raise
awareness, not propaganda and hype.
May our online
lives be the start,
Of meaningful
change, and heart-to-heart,
For in the
beauty of the digital age,
Let us find the
power to create, and not the rage.
90. “Don’t forget to tell yourself positive things daily!
You must love yourself internally to glow externally.”
–
Hannah Bronfman
In the morning's golden
light,
When darkness fades and
night takes flight,
I wake with thoughts of
self-love bright,
And whisper truths that
banish fright.
"Beloved, you are
strong and true,"
I say to myself, with
heart anew,
"You've overcome
each test of time,
And emerged a shining,
radiant prime."
I remind myself of all
I've done,
Of challenges I've faced,
and won,
Of every step that's
brought me near,
To the person I've grown
to hold dear.
"I am enough,"
I whisper low,
"A unique and
precious gem to know,
My worth is not in what I
do,
But in the love that
shines from me, anew."
As I face the day's
uncertain tide,
I hold on tight to
self-love's inside,
For when I love myself
with all my heart,
I radiate that love, and
never depart.
So let us all remember to
tell,
Our inner selves the
truth that's swell,
Of love and worth, and
all we've done,
And glow from within,
like the morning sun.
39. “You are not a drop in the ocean.
You are the entire ocean in a drop.”
– Rumi
Oh,
you are not a drop in the ocean, my dear,
You
are the entire sea in a tiny speck of fear.
Your
worth is not measured by size or by weight,
But
by the depth of your soul and the strength of your fate.
You
are a universe within, a world so grand,
A
drop of pure potential, a gem in the land.
Your
heart beats with the rhythm of the tides,
A
force so powerful, it cannot be denied.
You
are the ocean's secret, its deepest delight,
A
treasure so precious, shining with pure light.
You
are the wave that crashes on the shore,
A
symphony of life, forever more.
So
don't let anyone make you feel small,
For
you are the ocean, and you are the all.
You
are the drop that holds the sea within,
A
masterpiece of beauty, a work of art and kin.
“The older I get, the more I realize I just need the simple things in life: a comfy home, good food on the table and to be surrounded by the people I love.”
2. “The longer I live, the more beautiful life becomes.”
– Frank Lloyd Wright
In youth's untamed vigor, life's path I did stray,
Seeking fortune, fame, and fleeting pleasures' sway.
But as the years go by, I find my heart doth say,
The longer I live, the more beauty I see in each day.
The sunrise's golden glow, the stars that twinkle bright,
The gentle breeze that whispers through the trees at night,
The laughter of children, the love that's pure and true,
All these things, and more, I see in life anew.
The longer I live, the more I understand,
That life is a tapestry, woven by loving hands.
Each thread of joy, each stitch of sorrow,
Weaves a fabric rich, and a story to be told tomorrow.
The longer I live, the more I realize,
That life is a gift, and a surprise.
Each moment a treasure, each day a delight,
A chance to love, to learn, to live with all my might.
So let me embrace each day with open arms,
And cherish every moment, no matter the charms.
For the longer I live, the more beautiful life becomes,
And I'll savor each moment, until my final refrains.
4. “Count your age by friends, not years. Count your life by
smiles, not tears.” – John Lennon
As years go by, and memories fade,
Count your age by friends, not time displayed.
For though the clock may tick away with ease,
It's the bonds we form that bring joy and peace.
In a world of tears, where sorrow's deep,
Count your life by smiles, and let your heart keep.
For every laugh, every tear, every sigh,
Is a story told, and a memory to the sky!
So let us cherish those who stand by our side,
And count our age by friends, where love will reside.
For though the years may pass, and time may flee,
It's the love we share that sets our hearts free.
All
spiritual growth begins by first acknowledging and addressing our own pride,
faults, and judgments.