For ruthless death will never stay to notice whether thou hast done or not, the work begun, he hastes to bear thy life away as wolves and tigers snatch their prey.
Un utterable wretchedness, does not wait for undeveloped understanding or imperfect feelings, life should be made profoundly interesting, feeding our every minute with spacious visage of eager attention filled with abundance of love for all creation.
pay attention write down even if a little bit every day, do it every day for a while, do it as you would do scales on a piano or say sloka, do it with a pre arrangement with your self, do it as a debt of honour and make a commitment to finish things.
Improvement.
The sage will never allow a day unmarked by good to pass away, but waking up will often ask, Have I this day fulfilled my task? with this with each days setting sun, a part of my brief course is run.
Self Examination.
with daily scrutinizing ken
let every man his actions try
enquiring what with brutes have I
in common what with noble men?
Action
Let all thy acts by day be right
that thou mayst sweetly rest at night
let such good deeds thy youth engage
that thou mayst spend a tranquil age
so act through life, that not in vain
thou heavenly bliss may'st hope to gain.
All men think all men mortal but themselves.
Is not those men's delusion strange
who, while they see tat every day
so many sweeps from earth away
can long themselves elude all change.
Concept of creation and infinity of time.
The universe as one of many that stretch in cycles of creation and destruction into the endless past and that will stretch in similar cycles into the endless future.
We often believe that we are what we do in life and that our joy comes from the results we achieve, to experience the full richness depth and magic of every moment. Whether we are actually achieving anything or not, we must learn how to flow from the pure inner essence of who we are. This allows us to connect with the essence of everything, so we can join the dance being always open to the infinite possibilities existing within its natural rhythm.
The lapse of time.
Again the morn returns again the night, again the sun, the moon ascends the sky, our lives still waste away as seasons fly, but who his final welfare keeps in sight.
again.
Men hail the rising sun with glee, they love his setting glow to see, but fail to mark that every day, in fragments bears their life away.
All natures face delight to view
As changing seasons come anew
none sees how each revolving year
abridges swiftly man's career
No second youth for man.
The empty beds of rivers fill again
Trees leafless now renew their vernal bloom
returning moon their lustrous phase resume
But a man a second youth expects in vain.
Man should not delay to be good
Death comes and makes man his prey
A man whose powers are yet unspent
like one on gathering flowers intent
whose thoughts are turned another way.
Begin bedtimes to practice good
lest fate surprises the unawares
Amid thy round of schemes and cares
Tomorrows task today conclude.
And none can tell how things may change
And who may all this day survive
While yet a stripling therefore strive
On virtues arduous path advance.
Un utterable wretchedness, does not wait for undeveloped understanding or imperfect feelings, life should be made profoundly interesting, feeding our every minute with spacious visage of eager attention filled with abundance of love for all creation.
pay attention write down even if a little bit every day, do it every day for a while, do it as you would do scales on a piano or say sloka, do it with a pre arrangement with your self, do it as a debt of honour and make a commitment to finish things.
Improvement.
The sage will never allow a day unmarked by good to pass away, but waking up will often ask, Have I this day fulfilled my task? with this with each days setting sun, a part of my brief course is run.
Self Examination.
with daily scrutinizing ken
let every man his actions try
enquiring what with brutes have I
in common what with noble men?
Action
Let all thy acts by day be right
that thou mayst sweetly rest at night
let such good deeds thy youth engage
that thou mayst spend a tranquil age
so act through life, that not in vain
thou heavenly bliss may'st hope to gain.
All men think all men mortal but themselves.
Is not those men's delusion strange
who, while they see tat every day
so many sweeps from earth away
can long themselves elude all change.
Concept of creation and infinity of time.
The universe as one of many that stretch in cycles of creation and destruction into the endless past and that will stretch in similar cycles into the endless future.
We often believe that we are what we do in life and that our joy comes from the results we achieve, to experience the full richness depth and magic of every moment. Whether we are actually achieving anything or not, we must learn how to flow from the pure inner essence of who we are. This allows us to connect with the essence of everything, so we can join the dance being always open to the infinite possibilities existing within its natural rhythm.
The lapse of time.
Again the morn returns again the night, again the sun, the moon ascends the sky, our lives still waste away as seasons fly, but who his final welfare keeps in sight.
again.
Men hail the rising sun with glee, they love his setting glow to see, but fail to mark that every day, in fragments bears their life away.
All natures face delight to view
As changing seasons come anew
none sees how each revolving year
abridges swiftly man's career
No second youth for man.
The empty beds of rivers fill again
Trees leafless now renew their vernal bloom
returning moon their lustrous phase resume
But a man a second youth expects in vain.
Man should not delay to be good
Death comes and makes man his prey
A man whose powers are yet unspent
like one on gathering flowers intent
whose thoughts are turned another way.
Begin bedtimes to practice good
lest fate surprises the unawares
Amid thy round of schemes and cares
Tomorrows task today conclude.
And none can tell how things may change
And who may all this day survive
While yet a stripling therefore strive
On virtues arduous path advance.
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