Friday, July 25, 2008

Emily Dickinson

My Garden

New feet within my garden go,
New fingers stir the sod;
A troubadour upon the elm
Betrays the solitude.
New children play upon the green,
New weary sleep below;
And still the pensive spring returns,
And still the punctual snow!

-Emily Dickinson

Tuesday, July 22, 2008

Sara Teasdale

Let it Be Forgotten

Let it be forgotten,
as a flower is forgotten,
Forgotten as a fire that once was singing gold,
Let it be forgotten forever and ever,
Time is a kind friend,
he will make us old.If anyone asks,
say it was forgotten
Long and long ago,As a flower, as a fire,
as a hushed footfall
In a long-forgotten snow.

by - Sara Teasdale

Friday, July 18, 2008

William Blake

'Ah, Sunflower'
Ah, sunflower,
weary of time,
Who countest the steps of the sun;Seeking after that sweet golden clime
Where the traveller's journey is done;Where the Youth pined away with desire,
And the pale virgin shrouded in snow,Arise from their graves, and aspire
Where my Sunflower wishes to go!

by William Blake

Monday, July 14, 2008


A Star Without a Name

When a baby is taken from the wet nurse,
it easily forgets her
and starts eating solid food.

Seeds feed awhile on ground,
then lift up into the sun.
So you should taste the filtered light
and work your way toward wisdom
with no personal covering.
That's how you came here,
like a star without a name.
Move across the night sky
with those anonymous lights.

(Mathnawi III)

Friday, July 11, 2008


by ~Basho
The temple bell stops
but I still hear the sound
coming out of the flowers.

Wednesday, July 9, 2008

Food for thought

by Ralph Waldo Emerson
Never lose
an opportunity
of seeing
anything beautiful,
for beauty
is God's handwriting.

Monday, July 7, 2008

For Toek

Whatever our souls are made of,
his and mine are the same.

Emily Bronte

Friday, July 4, 2008

Food for thought

by Dogen
When we discover
that the truth is already in us, we are all at once
our original selves.

Thursday, July 3, 2008

Moments of silence

Man invents war.
Man discovers peace.
He invents war from without.
He discovers peace from within.
War man throws.
Peace man sows.
The smile of war
is the flood of human blood.
The smile of peace
is the love,

below, above.

by Sri Chinmoy

Tuesday, July 1, 2008

Food for thought

Flowers... are a proud assertion
that a ray of beauty outvalues
all the utilities of the Ralph Waldo Emerson