tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-78455584531468233292024-02-07T19:09:43.197-08:00THE MIND NECTARGreen Globehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03215467718219828633noreply@blogger.comBlogger90125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845558453146823329.post-27368806417787359722019-08-15T23:56:00.000-07:002019-08-21T22:42:15.605-07:00Visa for Nirvana<br />
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<b><u><span style="color: #1c1c1c; font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Faith and Legacy- a journey towards Buddhism<o:p></o:p></span></u></b><br />
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<span style="color: #1c1c1c; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">A man, after long years of practice and
contemplation claims by another practitioner “I did it, I am enlightened now,
what about you”. The other man laughingly reciprocates “where is I, keep
meditating”.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<b><span style="color: #1c1c1c; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Faith by its various
perspectives.</span></b><span style="color: #1c1c1c; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="color: #1c1c1c; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Seeing is believing, or
believing is seeing? Does it touch the term faith?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #1c1c1c; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Pertinent truth of the faith,
from the Buddhist sutras and texts can be seen through the life of Siddhartha
Gautama, the then prince of a kingdom, an only heir to his royal lineage,
before he denounced the beauty and pleasures of a princely life, but worldly. He
was common being like us, bound by the chain of extreme bliss within the four
walls, therefore, a life full of abundance and choices, unheard and unseen of
the existence of so-called suffering. However, by virtue of time or the awaited
destination, one day he happened to step out, where then he encountered various
forms of worldly stages of life- old age, sickness and death, yet unaware of
the fact that he could be one day going through the same stages, nor he knew
that those were the sufferings. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #1c1c1c; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Unlike common beings like us,
where we come across such situations countless and yet untouched to depth of
the heart, his already ripened compassion took him through the extreme and
unbearable pain, which then arose in him, an unshakable faith and determination
to go into depth as to what was that and how to overcome. That very faith and
determination led him towards complete renunciation, physically and mentally from
all the worldly affairs, where then he went into extreme penance, sitting under
the Bodhi tree and sustaining on single grain of rice a day, until he fully
understood the reality of existence, a stage of complete awakening.
Understanding all, he again developed another stage of unshakable faith and
commitment, to instill same wisdom and compassion into all other beings, so
that all other samsaric beings could as well achieve his state of awakening. However,
besides the efforts of teachings to guide us into the right path, in the
virtual world, the term faith is by virtue limited to our physical capacity of
thinking and contemplation, just aimed at meeting ones comfort and choices. For
instance, our faith on education to become doctor, or running a successful
business to become rich. Therefore, all the efforts of faith in this category
are transitory, almost inevitably accompanied by some sort of sorrow, endlessly
cycling through birth, death and rebirth, governed by the principle of causes
and effect.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #1c1c1c; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">The Buddha’s realization of the
existence of Buddha nature in all sentient beings and our capacity to be
awakened demonstrates high degree of recognition in the value of life in
sentient beings, which otherwise implies the sense of deep faith in the truth
of this world and the samsara as a whole, its suffering status, the law of
cause and effect, the emptiness and the possibility of awakening. Few of these
wisdom got deeply instilled in myself, that I now feel blessed to have this
birth, in the place governed by conditions to choose the path, to atleast set
my footstep into the journey of liberation with strong faith of achieving, be
it now or in one of the future lives to come. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #1c1c1c; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Let me now talk of faith in
myself, and the journey towards the path of ultimate bliss. I come from a small
village located in South Central Bhutan, which comprises of only two religious
groups- Hinduism and Buddhism, and I am the descendant of Hinduism. An
auspicious start towards Buddha footsteps- in 2003, when I was in high school,
undergoing my 12<sup>th</sup> standard, I and my elder sister lived in a small rented
apartment in the outskirts, whereby, over a few hundred meters above, on a
small hill top, stands a majestic Buddhist temple with one old monk of late 80s
(and still). Over the period, I found a reason to visit that temple, initially
as a source of blessings and hope for qualifying through my studies, and also
to rejoice the serene beauty of that peaceful environment during cooler hours, so
that I could concentrate well on my studies. The frequency of visits started
increasing either for study or circumambulations, becoming almost a daily
routine, greeting the old monk. One fine day, I remember his soft voice asking
me for a favor, and that favor was to stay with him. Without a second thought,
my voice echoed "yes I will certainly". Taking the opportunity
as blessings, I shifted all my belongings and started living in a temple. Over
the period of our togetherness, his adoption became more of grandson than a
stranger, with full trust, to the extent that he could leave entire temple in
my charge to be guarded upon, making me to offer butter lamps and incense, circumambulation,
or entertaining the visitors during his absence. He guided me at times through
the basics of Buddhism, the meaning, practices and the fruit, though my
approach towards learning Buddhism was minimal, confusingly being divided
between two dharmic paths. Confused because, just few months back only I
completed two large volumes of hindu texts, Ramayan, and Mahabharat, understanding
the path. Anyway, not being so divided by the different views, I enjoyed
closely observing those sacred statues, relics, texts and the type of practices
he did. Finally, I completed my studies successfully and then left for my higher
studies.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #1c1c1c; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Almost 7 years later, after I
joined service in 2010, and having seen the world from various perspectives, I
started feeling the true craving for learning Buddhism, not just to overcome
boredom of free hours, but for true wisdom, and that was when questions started
erupting in my mind; what is Buddhism, where can I find it- in the statues,
texts, or what makes me a different person being Buddhist, and many more. This
longing was not simply a quest to learn, but the true faith and devotion so deep
and unwavering that even seeing the Buddhist statues or simply their thoughts
brought emotions and tears rolling down my eyes. I started feeling that Buddhas
are in me, everywhere and blessing me every time, holding torch of wisdom and
lighting my path. The emotion of love and devotion went so unbearable that I
wanted to leave my profession and family, and enter the monkhood. With same
faith, I once travelled to Sikkim, India to join monkhood. However, not
fulfilling for some reasons, I then went to one of the Buddhist monasteries in
Bhutan, located in a place called Bumthang, to a master, H.H. 7<sup>th</sup> Namkhai
Nyingpo Rimpoche, literally translated as the one who has the power to fly over
the sun’s rays. Having gone here and there, all through the journey of seeking
the path, I got striking answers, the wisdom and advice to me
that “practicing Buddhism is not external, and one needn’t necessarily
change robe or quit job” however, with the door open for me if I really weigh
the possibility of me being a fervent practitioner besides extreme mental
turmoil of having left everything behind. One very strong grasp of wisdom
on that juncture was that physical display of our practice is just the
discipline and lineage tradition, which too needs to be shed off one day, as I
came across various truths and explanations that Buddhism is more of the
“Science of life” explaining the possibilities beyond this very moment. That
was when I got convinced to seek middle path thereafter, balancing social,
professional and spiritual journey of living Buddhism, and thus I am here today,
not as a monk but simply a practitioner- more appropriate to describe myself as
<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">culturally Hindu, spiritually Buddhist</i>.
Every time I think of my practice, I correlate the immense support and guidance
of my fortune grandfather- the monk who groomed me through basics.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #1c1c1c; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">All these I correlate as the
birth of true faith, and in fact the highest state, because as for Buddha,
there was no one to guide him, until he found the answer in himself, whereas
for us, we have thousands of volumes explaining what is truth, thus our job is
just to walk the path undoubtedly. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #1c1c1c; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">To talk of legacy, the highest
legacy in Buddhism is the faith itself, the faith in Buddha and their teachings,
the faith in Buddha Nature of all sentient beings, and its full recognition as
the true enlightenment.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #1c1c1c; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">To conclude, nurturing the right
faith for right practice under right guidance shall lead us to reap the highest
achievement of mind training and enlightenment. For the purpose, the path is
open to all, just that if one really wish to walk that path.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #1c1c1c; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">THE END<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />Green Globehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03215467718219828633noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845558453146823329.post-70571988648260079162017-06-11T05:16:00.000-07:002017-06-11T05:33:13.287-07:00WHERE ARE WE HEADING TOWARDS<span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">In this modern era where we see increasing level of chaos and destruction, especially when we hear of terrorism, where media reports of such people quoting the name of god, I strongly believe that there is a severe lack of responsibilities from the parents initially, then the education and a society for wholesome education. </span><br />
<span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">A child is not born terrorist, but societies make so, societies in the sense people encountered in the journey of one's life, brain washing with all the fake assurances of being blessed from such sacrifices and extremities. </span><br />
<span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">Firstly, parents should be well educated to differentiate between good and bad, and the same information should be repeatedly instilled in the maturing brains of his/her siblings, providing quality and quantity times with one's offspring. Only then the external influence will have less impact. </span><br />
<span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">But in this modern societies, where we see the number of demonstrations, destructions, radical abuses, where mature and elderly people people are involved themselves, who must be having kids at home to see and follow- so what good can we expect from the future generations, being born and brought up in such families, who already feel that destructions and selfishness is the way of life.</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">I strongly believe in some of the religious view of saying that we have entered the phase of degeneration, because current generations are already infected with the disease of disharmony, disobedience, destructive emotions, so on, so our future generations will see it as more of culture.</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">Best solution for the healthy world could have been humanity and not divinity, because the moment we start searching divinity ignoring humanity, we are already on wrong track.</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"><br /></span>Green Globehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03215467718219828633noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845558453146823329.post-75182864620424796962017-03-30T11:53:00.002-07:002017-04-04T08:46:45.085-07:00How much we know oneself<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-size: large;">Knowing great figures or even the gods is not a big issue because there will be thousands of materials through multi media displaying the history, geography, qualities and characters of that figure. But the greatest challenge lies in knowing self, because no one knows other than oneself, nowhere we can find the information but by self observation. </span><br />
<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-size: large;">Sadly, this is the most lacking part of wisdom in most men and women, because of which we see lots of chaos and disorders, as, instead of watching and observing self and ones moves in life, the people are busy focusing onto the external world, onto other's business.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-size: large;">Making habit of sitting quitely even for 5 minutes and watching self/physical/emotional and mental status could bring a tremendous changes in one's life as we then realize that the first fault lies in one's view upon the world, judgemental view.</span><br />
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Green Globehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03215467718219828633noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845558453146823329.post-34926612653069853122016-10-23T01:06:00.004-07:002016-10-24T13:23:28.056-07:00A dream yet not a Dream<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; text-align: start;"><b><span style="color: blue;">I had a dream, saw a dove (i guess pigeon) feeding her young chicks in their coup on a tree top. The chicks were chirping of happiness and satisfaction. Suddenly an eagle appeared and snatched away that bird, leaving those fragile and helpless babies crying behind of seeing their mother been robbed from them, clamped between strong claws of that eagle. I was screaming n mourning as well by that site of the pain and agony on both sides- hearing of the painful sound on one and the sight of dragging on the other. Helpless, I was feeling the fear that bird went through- of dying and the pain of missing her little love who were to be never seen again, or how would they survive of their own. I got awakened from that sleep where then I realized that it was a dream. Unfortunately, that is our real world too.</span></b></span></div>
Green Globehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03215467718219828633noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845558453146823329.post-25089949729769004652016-04-24T23:58:00.003-07:002016-04-25T21:09:13.383-07:00LOVE SPICE<b><span style="background-color: white; color: #0c343d; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">FOR A HEALTHY AFTER MARRIAGE RELATIONSHIP, </span></b><br />
<b><span style="background-color: white; color: #0c343d; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">THE MIND SHOULD </span></b><b><span style="background-color: white; color: #0c343d; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">BE </span></b><b><span style="background-color: white; color: #0c343d; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">NEVER OLD </span></b><br />
<b><span style="background-color: white; color: #0c343d; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">AND THE LOVE SHOULD </span></b><b><span style="background-color: white; color: #0c343d; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">BE </span></b><b><span style="background-color: white; color: #0c343d; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">NEVER COLD.</span></b>Green Globehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03215467718219828633noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845558453146823329.post-6500611601761944242016-04-20T02:18:00.002-07:002016-04-20T02:18:53.017-07:00wisdom<span style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><i>Every hardship today is the strength tomorrow.</i></span>Green Globehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03215467718219828633noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845558453146823329.post-77839781229746473982016-04-11T01:52:00.003-07:002016-04-14T17:46:38.133-07:00Shortcuts<blockquote class="tr_bq">
<span style="color: #20124d; font-size: large;">NO TWO SHORTCUTS WILL BE OF SAME LENGTH FOR A SAME DESTINATION</span></blockquote>
Green Globehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03215467718219828633noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845558453146823329.post-20898478611473270052016-04-01T08:55:00.000-07:002016-04-14T17:47:08.127-07:00Thousand objectives and commitments could could one fulfillment,<br />
One single output from all those would count thousand fulfillmentGreen Globehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03215467718219828633noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845558453146823329.post-83705071198724113752016-04-01T07:48:00.002-07:002019-08-21T22:50:35.740-07:00OPPORTUNITIES<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="color: purple; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">Obstacles </span><span style="color: purple; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">that we consider in</span><span style="color: purple; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;"> </span><span style="color: purple; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">a mundane world </span><span style="color: purple; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">are the</span><span style="color: purple; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;"> o</span><span style="color: purple; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">pportunities </span><span style="color: purple; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">in</span><span style="color: purple; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;"> real </span><span style="color: purple; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">Dharma practices</span><span style="color: purple; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">.</span><br />
<span style="color: purple; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">Perfect example- a crumbling defeat from an opponent, or a sharp blow, otherwise having a pain sensation at its mundane experiences, is an opportunity for realization of in-depth wisdom on what it would mean to others with that piece of hardship, and therefore </span><span style="color: purple; font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif; font-size: large;">practicing endurance</span><span style="color: purple; font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif; font-size: large;">.</span><br />
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<span style="color: purple; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">Thus, all is the matter of realization, nothing good or bad inherently</span></div>
Green Globehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03215467718219828633noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845558453146823329.post-764258037436254022016-03-19T03:34:00.001-07:002016-03-19T03:34:14.229-07:00Seeing fault in others have two sources;<br />
<span style="color: purple; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: purple; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Either the opponent poses that faulty behavior, or because of one's own negative attitude that we fail to see the good things in others</span>Green Globehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03215467718219828633noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845558453146823329.post-36114887849646748142016-03-15T22:20:00.003-07:002016-03-15T22:20:48.048-07:00Earning Vs. Learning<span style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><i>Earning is not important, learning is important, but in this modern world, only earning can make learning possible.</i></span>Green Globehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03215467718219828633noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845558453146823329.post-79288932927774364962016-03-09T02:40:00.005-08:002016-03-09T02:40:38.674-08:00wisdom of knowing<span style="color: orange; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><i>SOMETIMES NOT KNOWING IS MORE IMPORTANT THAN KNOWING</i></span>Green Globehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03215467718219828633noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845558453146823329.post-88567571891551113182016-03-08T00:30:00.002-08:002016-03-08T00:32:55.605-08:00Warm wishes<span style="background-color: white; line-height: 19.32px;"><span style="color: red; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;"><i>May women earn what they deserve....</i></span></span><i style="background-color: white; color: red; font-family: 'helvetica neue', arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-large; line-height: 19.32px;">Happy Womens day</i>Green Globehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03215467718219828633noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845558453146823329.post-35052214562352771892016-03-06T20:46:00.002-08:002016-03-06T20:49:21.497-08:00 WELCOME SPRING<h1 style="line-height: 150%;">
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Spring ascends, like early
golden globe,<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">A faint thrill then perch in
my thirsty heart,<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Same thrill once was; exists
again,<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Investiture- then begins my
new year<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">I open my eyes for first
drizzle,<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Trickling down, beating soft,
young sprouts,<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">And onto base, garland so
fair woven,<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">With tiny water beads round,<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Until all greens to blossoms
fairy-<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Whole existence then rejoice<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Heavens merry, playing their
best music,<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">With drums of fragranced
season surround,<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Butterflies dance around
blithely in rhythm,<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">All busy from earliest of
cockerels sing till dusk,<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Flittering fast over, for
newest juice ever formed<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">But ere them, my heart
hovers faster,<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Petals to petals, pollen to
pollen,<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Until all the pearly seals
busted,<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Of morning dew curling over
juvenile bloom,<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">For then I see butterflies
blessing me.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Sometimes, through green
spring forest,<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Float along the fragrance of
young sprouts,<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">To nest by those thousand
mellow chirps,<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">As though all for contest,
singing till late-<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">I see myself heartily
blended,<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Amidst tinted blossoms of
sleeping orchids,<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Hearing then their soft
pulse throb,<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Over rough branches of
old feathery oak,<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">And the chants of nature’s
song, warm within<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">I see the faint spring
clouds rising,<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Bouncing merrily everywhere,
praising,<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-US"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">For young blossoms they
passed by,<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-US"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Hugging hard from base to
summit, until beyond<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Then I find the earth yet
not earth,<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Myself, beyond human twinge<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Thus I honor the spring
flowers,<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">I honor those early spring
showers,<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Which they from morning
gleam,<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Blend to minute curves of
colored bow,<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Till to billows all towards
heavens ascend,<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">I recoil heart numbed,
counting until next.</span><span style="font-size: 11pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<br />Green Globehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03215467718219828633noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845558453146823329.post-80844245412102981912016-02-13T06:42:00.003-08:002016-02-17T22:02:56.283-08:00Gist for problem solving<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b>Through constant analysis, now I realize that over half of the problems could be solved by simply not thinking, many more just be keeping shut, and only few through practically looking into its solutions</b></span></div>
Green Globehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03215467718219828633noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845558453146823329.post-80079731742441916592016-02-11T00:21:00.001-08:002016-02-11T04:59:00.255-08:00Truth of Time<i style="font-family: georgia, 'times new roman', serif; text-align: justify;"><b>Life comes the way it goes, then goes the way it came, so we should keep attached for neither yesterday or the tomorrow, neither good or the bad, just that the wrong view makes the next moment worse</b></i>Green Globehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03215467718219828633noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845558453146823329.post-24670175583016076692016-02-06T06:59:00.000-08:002016-02-06T07:03:12.287-08:00To gear towards perfection<span style="color: red; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;"><b><i>The success in life comes not by trying to catch other's speed, but by catching one's own speed</i></b></span>Green Globehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03215467718219828633noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845558453146823329.post-67060776465550104252016-01-31T04:02:00.001-08:002016-01-31T04:02:57.638-08:00Modern philosophy<span style="color: blue; font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif; font-size: large;"><i>Like mine, and I will like yours</i></span>Green Globehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03215467718219828633noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845558453146823329.post-64087388475297865912016-01-18T00:49:00.000-08:002016-01-31T04:01:04.427-08:00<div style="text-align: justify;">
From mind perspective, if we cleanse the moment called "now" and retained so, we are simultaneously cleansing yesterday and tomorrow, because all these three tenses are inseparable from one another. To supplement, those who attained enlightened some 2500 years ago might not have gone to the beginning of their existence to cleanse the negativity of those moments.</div>
Green Globehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03215467718219828633noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845558453146823329.post-39632338822797921752016-01-13T01:51:00.000-08:002016-01-13T01:53:33.644-08:00Education and Civilization<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: #f4cccc;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I walk on the path made by mankind, I step over the smooth
surface, I step over the rough. I read a chapter on contentment and compare in
my mind, but the wisdom is hardly lodged, though I claim that I understood the
chapter to full.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">This is the pattern of modern education, well versed in
extinguishing the man razed wild fire with help of technologies and </span><span style="line-height: 18.4px;">equipment</span><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">,
yet at grass root level on the wisdom why we shouldn’t raze that beautiful
forest (just an example). I came up through the process of education which taught
me to become a doctor, an engineer, a pilot, an electrician, but not yet an
intrinsic human. I learned the pleasure of luxuries, but not educated on the
pain of pleasure. Education has reached people to the moon, stars, but not yet the
ground of humanity. I see all these forms of education as more of wants than
needs, whereby the true needs of the education may lie in finding the peace in
oneself, in one’s environment, people, animals and all forms of the
surroundings. Is it true my friends? Or if you find it controversial, why not
we turn around and see, the wars, </span><span style="line-height: 18.4px;">destruction</span><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">, fighting for power, position, inheritance, etc, etc. None of these ideas might have come from the mind of
blind, or illiterate, or to the people who are not exposed to any form of
education, be it religious, cultural or modern.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Our lifestyle is so entrapped in the experience of past and future
that we fail to rejoice the moment now, which has the potential to explore all
the beauties of this world. This is not included in any form of education that
a child is born and brought up into. When I say I am my environment and not the
true self, it means that our life is dominated by the sense of beautification,
competition, luxuries, etc, which incurs huge chunk of mind energy in the form
of mental poisons, such as desire, anger, hatred, jealousy and so on. A person
remaining within the boundaries of four walls physically and mentally have
least to compare with the world, against the one who has already put himself
amidst competitions and selective livelihood.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">How can we inculcate such habits of discovering the peace and
contentment, going through the current form of life and education? Such
findings and theories needs to be incorporated in modern education from the basic,
at par with the one that demands competitions for survival. Comparing the life process,
survival of the fittest, from a single celled organism which existed as the only
living form at the time of evolution, we see now diverse forms of existence as
per the environment they got and type of adaptation they developed for
survival. This teaches us that, the kind of world we are living now, kind of
environment we have around us is all made by ourselves, which has in turn made
us. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Such environment further decides us as to what kind of human
will be born in future to adapt with the situations available then.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Some of the religious views say that our world has entered
the phase of degeneration, and it is high time that we start developing the
sense of responsibilities in creating a healthy and peaceful environment for
our own betterment. This really strikes in my mind when I look at our
environment, our societies, relationship and all other forms of existence. How
ignorant it is that we betray the law of cause and effect as coined by one of
the greatest scientists; every action has its equal and opposite reaction, or,
as you sow, so shall you reap. Doesn’t it apply to each and every one of us? We
mayn’t fight against the natural calamities such as Earthquakes, volcanoes,
etc. But we have the power to fight against wars, hatred and destructions or so
since all these comes from lack or inappropriate form of education that we
receive. Just for instance, during our primary or medium education, we end up
mugging diverse forms of subjects and chapters such as history, geography,
English, but at par, I feel it is highly important to incorporate the education
system on humanity. A student who has streamlined his profession into medical
or engineering has least to do with his primary school subjects, but as much we
give due preference until he/she chooses a profession, that person should be
receiving equal education on the science of good human behaviour and practices
so that the wisdom gained benefits at all level of profession and livelihood.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> When I think of my age
about 50 years later or so, I assume my environment a very different one, with all
my responsibilities handed over to the upcoming generations. But how they will
take charge is what we inculcate in them now, the wisdom we generated from our
elders now. But if we ourselves are not well seasoned with right guidance and
environment, what good will my generation gain from me? and this is how the
things go on degenerating. To supplement with few words from my poem- water
fall the comfort, if I sum it up in one sentence, comfort drags us into further
comfort, which thus the comfort we got yesterday turns insufficient tomorrow. Then
we are dragged down towards seeking more comfort, more luxury, where we end up
being just the lump of flesh and blood, with no vigour to deal with the system of
nature. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">So to produce a genuine human, we need to step forward very
carefully as we are the messengers between past and future, so we be assured
that just the cream is handed over.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">To conclude, rather than claiming to be the follower of
perfect religion, culture or holding a high lineage, what is more important for
us is to become a good human, accumulating right wisdom and leading a right livelihood.</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
Green Globehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03215467718219828633noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845558453146823329.post-80701682483605002372015-12-14T21:00:00.001-08:002015-12-14T22:12:21.211-08:00Thought for day<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="color: purple; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;"><i><br /></i></span></div>
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<span style="color: purple; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;"><i><br /></i></span></div>
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<span style="color: purple; font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;"><i>We should not think that emotions such as anger, desire, hatred etc are intrinsically attached to our selves. The truth is that they are just the product of psychological reaction between our environment and sense organs. They become part of our habits thereafter, whereby every moment, they will find rooms to increase their strength, and thus we lose our true self. </i></span></div>
Green Globehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03215467718219828633noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845558453146823329.post-92125351710599374932015-12-10T18:47:00.002-08:002015-12-10T18:52:32.390-08:00ROUNDNESS- THE CYCLE OF EXISTENCE<br />
<span style="color: #0c343d; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i>Roundness of circle exists tinted,</i></span><br />
<span style="color: #0c343d; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i>To eyes of casual watch,</i></span><br />
<span style="color: #0c343d; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i>But cycle lay unseen,</i></span><br />
<span style="color: #0c343d; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i>Beating rather keen nerves,</i></span><br />
<span style="color: #0c343d; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i><br /></i></span>
<span style="color: #0c343d; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i>Earth’s orbit rope toils,</i></span><br />
<span style="color: #0c343d; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i>Restoring yet an invisible round,</i></span><br />
<span style="color: #0c343d; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i>Cyclic as though earth, moon or revered sun,</i></span><br />
<span style="color: #0c343d; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i>So their remnants of reason not trodden</i></span><br />
<span style="color: #0c343d; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i><br /></i></span>
<span style="color: #0c343d; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i>A ladybird once young; ripens old till cold,</i></span><br />
<span style="color: #0c343d; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i>Younger heap of its own, thence enthroned</i></span><br />
<span style="color: #0c343d; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i>A mango tumbles beneath, anchors earth,</i></span><br />
<span style="color: #0c343d; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i>Yet again, the mangoes tumble</i></span><br />
<span style="color: #0c343d; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i><br /></i></span>
<span style="color: #0c343d; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i>A watch races to mid,</i></span><br />
<span style="color: #0c343d; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i>Next hour breathing fragile young,</i></span><br />
<span style="color: #0c343d; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i>As new soars peak, mid curls within its cradle,</i></span><br />
<span style="color: #0c343d; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i>Enclosed in the pod of re-existence-so frail</i></span><br />
<span style="color: #0c343d; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i><br /></i></span>
<span style="color: #0c343d; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i>As dawn wanes beyond,</i></span><br />
<span style="color: #0c343d; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i>Dusk then to fullest nurtured,</i></span><br />
<span style="color: #0c343d; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i>Mature dusk now waits assured,</i></span><br />
<span style="color: #0c343d; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i>Until within its lap, dawn sprouts</i></span><br />
<span style="color: #0c343d; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i><br /></i></span>
<span style="color: #0c343d; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i>Seasons roll round throughout,</i></span><br />
<span style="color: #0c343d; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i>As for the summer, winter yet bud,</i></span><br />
<span style="color: #0c343d; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i>But with young summer nurtured –</i></span><br />
<span style="color: #0c343d; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i>Old cultured winter ripens</i></span><br />
<span style="color: #0c343d; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i><br /></i></span>
<span style="color: #0c343d; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i>Those mighty oceans down,</i></span><br />
<span style="color: #0c343d; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i>With pie on plate; fountains or snow,</i></span><br />
<span style="color: #0c343d; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i>But as billows rise far until-</i></span><br />
<span style="color: #0c343d; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i>To lesser veins from where emerged,</i></span><br />
<span style="color: #0c343d; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i><br /></i></span>
<span style="color: #0c343d; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i>Roundness thus, the speech of existence,</i></span><br />
<span style="color: #0c343d; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i>Of dust, dots, lives, earth, or universe!</i></span>Green Globehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03215467718219828633noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845558453146823329.post-38254054434557258852015-12-08T21:15:00.004-08:002015-12-08T21:15:55.495-08:00GOLDEN CHARIOT<span style="color: purple;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: purple; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Shiny wheels spun fast, over long golden trail,</span><br />
<span style="color: purple; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Wings one white and other red,</span><br />
<span style="color: purple; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Chariot then marched invisible far,</span><br />
<span style="color: purple; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Me seated amidst- divine furry chair,</span><br />
<span style="color: purple; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Thus dividing path by two abundant fair</span><br />
<span style="color: purple; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Such critical march, yet unbroken,</span><br />
<span style="color: purple; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Belief perishes even, for floating globe,</span><br />
<span style="color: purple; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Who would thus, soothed by such?</span><br />
<span style="color: purple; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">But I indeed; for me blinded,</span><br />
<span style="color: purple; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Amidst convincing throne, golden built,</span><br />
<span style="color: purple; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Faith sealing flaws of all earthlings,</span><br />
<span style="color: purple; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Felt depth thus, logic in such rising</span><br />
<span style="color: purple; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Tiny wheels spun fast, crawling</span><br />
<span style="color: purple; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">The wrecked cars burning aside,</span><br />
<span style="color: purple; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Black fumes rose high, perished shrieking,</span><br />
<span style="color: purple; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Songs of contentment tuned by next,</span><br />
<span style="color: purple; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Blood filled the potholes on one side,</span><br />
<span style="color: purple; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Fragrance and dew to brim of pots off shore</span><br />
<span style="color: purple; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Thus, path separated existence as such-</span><br />
<span style="color: purple; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Dark world from light, day from night,</span><br />
<span style="color: purple; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Happiness from sorrow, yesterday from tomorrow,</span><br />
<span style="color: purple; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Gods from demons, and priests from evils</span><br />
<span style="color: purple; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Faintly seated on high throne, he questioned-</span><br />
<span style="color: purple; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Define now, you mixture of earth and breathe,</span><br />
<span style="color: purple; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">The day from divine cart- you saw and felt,</span><br />
<span style="color: purple; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">“Why can’t the darkness be wiped off?”</span><br />
<span style="color: purple; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Asked I, with bouncing confusion,</span><br />
<span style="color: purple; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Labeled priest, through patient lips –</span><br />
<span style="color: purple; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">What if left wing been trodden?</span><br />
<span style="color: purple; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Never such breed or cost my cart,</span><br />
<span style="color: purple; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">So shall cost all perception rise,</span><br />
<span style="color: purple; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">And holder of perfect earth,</span><br />
<span style="color: purple; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Unless you conquer death and birth,</span><br />
<span style="color: purple; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">To escape distant, earthly mirth,</span><br />
<span style="color: purple; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Earth breaths wisest of best to worst!</span>Green Globehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03215467718219828633noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845558453146823329.post-28849032159384399232015-12-08T19:23:00.000-08:002015-12-08T19:23:14.048-08:00MOTHER<br />
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Earth, the mother of all lives,</span><br />
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Seeds thus on lands sprout so green,</span><br />
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Same we bud out fragile young,</span><br />
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Breathing chaste and chaste in drink</span><br />
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">If globes breathed lone darkness and doom,</span><br />
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">With few buds and brightened bloom,</span><br />
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Beauty would that of heavens parked,</span><br />
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Such be height of her chaste love</span><br />
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Love if were as compressed coil,</span><br />
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Or like dazzling diamonds weigh,</span><br />
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Monarch sun be of millions globes’,</span><br />
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Far ones with rest all of love</span><br />
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Birds toil far for young hearts to feed,</span><br />
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Sailing back with loaded beak,</span><br />
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Youths chirp soft with widened beak,</span><br />
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Until mother drop their meal,</span><br />
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Love so unquenched, makes her move,</span><br />
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">In and out for hundreds more,</span><br />
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Despite herself pain by thirst,</span><br />
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Till young filled to drowsy nap,</span><br />
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">But as greedy raptor march,</span><br />
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">She fights till last living breathe,</span><br />
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Despite falling jaws or wings,</span><br />
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Until her love strewn beneath,</span>Green Globehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03215467718219828633noreply@blogger.com0