
Glorious sun, are you setting?
- Yes, to rise again
Sublime nature, my ears did not hear your music
- Your heart has heard it, your soul has danced to it.
Trees to the clouds: with raised hands we pay you our homage. Clouds: In tears we grant your request.
Nature, where do you borrow your sublimity?
- From your loving spirit.
Rain, why do you not come in the desert?
- I keep away from where I am not welcome
When once passing through the mountains, I saw rock, some resting on their knees, some bending, some standing. I asked, "O hard-hearted monster, what secret is there in you charm?" They answered in a silent voice, "That we do not assert ourselves."
Rocky mountains, what are you?
- We are the tombs of the world's past.
Crystal, What are you?
- I am the shadow of Christ's heart.
What quality do you posses?
I am empty of self, so that by gazing, one sees in me His heart reflected.
Desert to the rain-clouds: you are passing over us, why not be our guest?
Rain-clouds: We have no longer trust in the hard-hearted.
Glorious nature, wonderful picture, where shall I keep you?
- In the frame of your heart.
Wilderness, why does your cry touch me so deeply?
- Because it rises from the bottom of my heart
Wilderness, what is in you that is so overwhelming?
- The expansion of my heart.
Goodbye, nature's vision, shall I see you again?
- yes, whenever you open the album of your heart.
Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts
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Sunday, January 13, 2008
Tana
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Saturday, January 5, 2008
I am Death
They call me death, as you can see. But, you don't have to fear, I'm just an illustration. To be that figure, I can read fear in your eyes.
Though you know for sure that I'm not real-as children give themselves completely to a game-still you imprisoned in fear, as if you were staring at the real death.
This makes me happy. When you stare at me, you feel that you will abase yourself because your fear if your last moment in life has come.
When facing the death, someone will lose control upon his body-especially those who are known the braves.
For this reason, the dead bodies, that are lying on the battlefield, that you depict thousand times, don't smell blood, powder, and the heat of weapon as predicted, but they smell shit and rotten meat.
I know this is the first time for you to see the depiction of death.
Though you know for sure that I'm not real-as children give themselves completely to a game-still you imprisoned in fear, as if you were staring at the real death.
This makes me happy. When you stare at me, you feel that you will abase yourself because your fear if your last moment in life has come.
When facing the death, someone will lose control upon his body-especially those who are known the braves.
For this reason, the dead bodies, that are lying on the battlefield, that you depict thousand times, don't smell blood, powder, and the heat of weapon as predicted, but they smell shit and rotten meat.
I know this is the first time for you to see the depiction of death.
Source : My NAme is Red (Benim Adim Kirmizi)
Orhan Pamuk
Orhan Pamuk
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My Last Word
By : Rabindranath Tagore
In a day when I left home
I said my last word :
"How formidable the hings I have seen,
How sweet the honey in the flower that blossom in the middle of light,
How large the building where I perform my play,
But when I saw the one that is invincible .
My body was shook by one touch from him that has never touched
And my feet was tremble when I started to go."
In a day when time ruin before you
Remember this last word
Source : On The Shores of Eternity....
Deepak Chopra
Deepak Chopra
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Stars Keep Shining
By : Rabrindranath Tagore
That day will comeWhen view of the world will perish
And I will go with no word
While the stars keep shining
I know the sun will rise again
And time keeps showing happiness and sadness
With the wave that sweeps
When I think about that last time,
time become ruined and perish
Under the light of death I realize
That the most miserable dignity is rare
That the most miserable moments are the most precious
Everything that I miss will be eliminated
Everything that I pursue vainly-
Let them go
Let me turn about
In the name of the things that have been missed from my eyes
In the name of the things that i have thrown foolishly
And I will hold them until they'll be mine
While the stars keep shining
Source : On The Shores of Eternity....
Deepak Chopra
Deepak Chopra
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Thursday, December 13, 2007
Paradox of Enforcement
Too much force will be boomerang;
Ongoing interference and incitement won't produce a good team;
Process of team work is complex;
Nothing can be argued or won in a fight;
The leaders, who try to control his team over enforcement,
will never understand the process of team work;
Enforcement will result you in losing support,
A good leader will always focus and use enforcement as little as possible in order to act effectively,
A good leader avoid egoism and stress on attitude.
Ongoing interference and incitement won't produce a good team;
Process of team work is complex;
Nothing can be argued or won in a fight;
The leaders, who try to control his team over enforcement,
will never understand the process of team work;
Enforcement will result you in losing support,
A good leader will always focus and use enforcement as little as possible in order to act effectively,
A good leader avoid egoism and stress on attitude.
Source: The Dao of Leadership
John Heider
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Friday, October 26, 2007
Boula (1)
A virtue carried too far may become a sin,
At the end of the valley of sin, do not be surprised if you find virtue standing.
Souls unite at the meeting of a glance,
Success spoils people, failure ruin them.
At the end of the valley of sin, do not be surprised if you find virtue standing.
Souls unite at the meeting of a glance,
Success spoils people, failure ruin them.
Things are as you look at them,
One who is never alone doesn’t know the joy of being alone.
The heart which is not struck by the sweet smile of an infant is still asleep,
Belief is a conception, but faith is conviction.
To live is a sin, and not to love is a crime,
When fact falls dead, truth comes to life.
Nothing matter really, though everything matter,
Neither fight evil not embrace it; simply rise above it.
The pursuit after truth is more interesting than its attainment,
When one has risen above human love, divine loves springs forth.
Shatter your ideals upon the rock of truth,
Let your virtue dissolve in the sea of purity.
Make your doctrines fuel for the higher intelligence,
You need not trust the one who you don not now, so long as you do not distrust him.
It’s easy to be just, but difficult to be wise,
If you will not rise above the things of this world, they will rise above you.
Even the wisest man must sometimes stray from wisdom,
Too much enthusiasm pushes the object of entertainment farther off.
Anxiety paralyzes activity,
Worry consumes the spirit of action.
Source : Vadan
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Sunday, October 7, 2007
Redemption Song
Old pirates, yes, they Robbi
Sold I to the merchant ships,
Minutes after they took i
From the bottomless pit.
But my hand was made strong
By the and of the almighty.
We forward in this generation, triumphantly.
Won't you help to sing
These songs of freedom?
-cause all I ever have:
Redemption songs;
Redemption songs.
Emancipate yourselves from mental slavery;
None but ourselves can free our minds.
Have no fear for atomic energy,
cause none of them can stop the time.
How long shall they kill our prophets,
While we stand aside and look?
ooh!Some say its just a part of it:
We've got to fulfil de book.Won't you help to sing
These songs of freedom?
-cause all I ever have:
Redemption songs;
Redemption songs;
Redemption songs.
Emancipate yourselves from mental slavery;
None but ourselves can free our mind.
Wo! have no fear for atomic energy,
cause none of them-a can-a stop-a the time.
How long shall they kill our prophets,
While we stand aside and look?
Yes, some say its just a part of it:
We've got to fulfil de book.
Wont you help to sing
This songs of freedom
-cause all I ever had:
Redemption songs
-All I ever had
Redemption songs
These songs of freedom,
Songs of freedom.
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Thursday, September 27, 2007
Sura

Verily, the domain of every soul is in his own sphere,
Verily, he in whose heart my star shine is blessed.
Verily. the man who lives religion through his life in the world is pious,
Verily, every atom sets in mention each atom of the universe.
Verily, in man reflect all that in heaven and on the earth,
Verily, the power of the world can move a mountain.
Verily, the one who knows the influence of time knows the secret of life,
Verily, man is his own mind.
Verily, spirit has all the power there is.
When he gives his bountiful gifts, he may give by the hand of your worst enemy; and when he takes all
you posses, he may take it away even by the hand of your best friend.
Death takes away the weariness of life, and the soul begins life anew.
Death is asleep from which the soul awake in the hereafter.
Death is the crucifixion after which follows the resurrection.
It is the death who dies, no life.
The life everlasting is hidden in the heart of death.
The life everlasting is hidden in the heart of death.
Source:Vadan
Anand Krishna
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