Journey Home

Journey Home

Rabindranath Tagore The time that my journey takes is long and the way of it long. I came out on the chariot of the first gleam of light, and pursued my voyage through the wildernesses of worlds leaving my track on many a star and planet. It is the most distant course that comes nearest to thyself, and that training is the most intricate which leads to the utter simplicity of a tune. The traveler...

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Wabi Sabi

Wabi Sabi

“When you’re an aspiring master of pronoia, you see the cracks in the facades as opportunities; inspiration erupts as you careen over bumps in the road: you love the enticing magic that flows from situations that other people regard as rough or crooked “That which is not slightly distorted lacks sensible appeal,” wrote poet Charles Baudelaire, “from which it follows...

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Certainty

Certainty

Certainty undermines one’s power and turns happiness into a long shot. Certainty confines. Dears, there is nothing in you life that will not change-especially all your ideas of God. Look what insanity of righteous knowledge can do: crusade and maim thousands in wanting to convert that which is already gold into gold. Certainty can become an illness that creates hate and greed. God once said...

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On a Day When the Wind is Perfect

On a Day When the Wind is Perfect

Homeward Bound by Linaji On a day when the wind is perfect, the sail just needs to open and the world is full of beauty. today is such a day. My eyes are like the sun that makes promises; the promise of life that it always keeps each morning. The living heart gives to us as does that luminous sphere, both caress the earth with great tenderness. There is a breeze that can enter the soul. This love...

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Let’s Swing

Let’s Swing

Between the conscious and the unconscious, the mind has put up a swing: all earth creatures, even the supernovas , sway between these two trees, and it never winds down angels, animals,humans, insects, by the million also the wheeling sun and moon: ages go by and it goes on. Everything is swinging: heaven, earth,water,fire, and the secret one slowly growing a body. Kabir saw that for fifteen...

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WOW !

WOW !

Where does the real poetry Come from? From the amorous sighs In this moist dark when making love With form or Spirit. Where does poetry live? In the eye that says, “Wow wee,” In the overpowering felt splendor Every sane mind knows When it realizes-our life dance Is only for a few magic Seconds, From the heart saying, Shouting, “I am so...

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