Birthday poem - I was 33 last Friday
That pale gray face of a seasoned sailor.
Shaped by a thousand moonless conflicted dawns.
The dinner on the table for the children outside playing football.
The football field.
* * *
Aging and death spawn philosophy.
The philosopher who sees there are no answers to his questions...is a mystic.
All men work.
Only the mystic knows the purpose of living; it is not work.
Only the mystic knows how to work.
* * *
He lived centuries in a year.
Left the imprint of example.
* * *
I outgrew the sea when I was 8.
Yes, I sailed again a handful of times...
Even a long voyage through the eye of a hurricane.
But the sea was behind me by then.
The dislocated scenery of many places made me want to settle down.
I became a farmer.
Ploughing the land of mind to find a stable harvest.
Dedicated to becoming an expert in irrigation.
* * *
The days are dying now.
Passing out of fashion.
Gleaming with the only Promise worth keeping...
"Whatsoever is rightly done, however humble is noble".
"Small things make perfection, but perfection is no small thing."
Henry Royce (Mechanic)
"There was an artist in the city of Kouroo who was disposed to strive after perfection. One day it came into his mind to make a staff. Having considered that in an imperfect work time is an ingredient, but into a perfect work time does not enter, he said to himself, It shall be perfect in all respects, though I should do nothing else in my life. He proceeded instantly to the forest for wood, being resolved that it should not be made of unsuitable material; and as he searched for and rejected stick after stick, his friends gradually deserted him, for they grew old in their works and died, but he grew not older by a moment. His singleness of purpose and resolution, and his elevated piety, endowed him, without his knowledge, with perennial youth. As he made no compromise with Time, Time kept out of his way, and only sighed at a distance because he could not overcome him. Before he had found a stock in all respects suitable the city of Kouroo was a hoary ruin, and he sat on one of its mounds to peel the stick. Before he had given it the proper shape the dynasty of the Candahars was at an end, and with the point of the stick he wrote the name of the last of that race in the sand, and then resumed his work. By the time he had smoothed and polished the staff Kalpa was no longer the pole-star; and ere he had put on the ferule and the head adorned with precious stones, Brahma had awoke and slumbered many times. But why do I stay to mention these things? When the finishing stroke was put to his work, it suddenly expanded before the eyes of the astonished artist into the fairest of all the creations of Brahma. He had made a new system in making a staff, a world with full and fair proportions; in which, though the old cities and dynasties had passed away, fairer and more glorious ones had taken their places. And now he saw by the heap of shavings still fresh at his feet, that, for him and his work, the former lapse of time had been an illusion, and that no more time had elapsed than is required for a single scintillation from the brain of Brahma to fall on and inflame the tinder of a mortal brain. The material was pure, and his art was pure; how could the result be other than wonderful?"
"Life begins when you have something to give."
Tara Singh (Example)
"Guru Dronacharya once decided to test his students. He hung a wooden bird from the branch of a tree and then summoned his students. One by one, he asked his students to aim for the eye of the wooden bird and be ready to shoot; then, when they were ready, he would ask the student to describe all that he was able to see. The students generally described the garden, the tree, flowers, the branch from which the bird was suspended and the bird itself. Guru Dronacharya then asked them to step aside. When asked what he could see, Arjuna told his Guru that he could only see the bird's eye. Another story says that Arjuna once noticed brother Bheema, who was a voracious eater, eating in the dark as though it was daylight, and realized that if he could practice archery in the dark he would become vastly more proficient."
Anecdote from the life of Arjuna. A man dedicated to rising to his highest potential. He found his goal and let nothing distract him.
"We learn by practice. Whether it means to learn to dance by practicing dancing or to learn to live by practicing living, the principles are the same. One becomes in some area an athlete of God.”
"Inner peace can be reached only when we practice forgiveness. Forgiveness is letting go of the past, and is therefore the means for correcting our misperceptions."
If you want others to be happy, practice compassion. If you want to be happy, practice compassion.
Everything is practice.
Nothing can be more absurd than the practice that prevails in our country of men and women not following the same pursuits with all their strengths and with one mind, for thus, the state instead of being whole is reduced to half.
The practice of forgiveness is our most important contribution to the healing of the world.
Apathy can be overcome by enthusiasm, and enthusiasm can only be aroused by two things: first, an ideal, with takes the imagination by storm, and second, a definite intelligible plan for carrying that ideal into practice.
Arnold J. Toynbee
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