Ganga – The Flow of Life

 

The roaring volume of water that is Ganga in flood,

At its source is a single drop.

And that all major actions

that have changed man

Had been born of a single human being.

In this universe, good and evil are always present.

While it is more difficult for the good and the compassionate to function,

Evil is waiting for a crack in which it can gain a foothold.

It needs a great awakenness and awareness

to ensure that evil cannot enter and gain strength.

To be awake and aware is what will sustain man.

Go Inwardly

                                     Life is short and there is so much

                                     To discover not outwardly but within.

                                     There are vast unexplored regions within

                                     And don’t let a day go by without discovering something.

                                     Be explosive inwardly and then

                                     The outer things will take care of themselves.

The Paradox of Our Age

 

                                         We have bigger houses and small families.

                                         More conveniences, but less time;

                                         We have degrees, but less sense;

                                         More knowledge, but less judgement;

                                         More experts, but more problems;

                                         More medicine, but less healthiness.

                                         We have been all the way to the moon and back,

                                         But have trouble crossing the street

                                         To meet our new neighbour.

                                         We built more computers to hold more information,

                                         To produce more copies than ever,

                                         But have less communication.

                                         We have become long on quantity,

                                         But short on quality.

                                         These are times of fast foods and slow digestion;

                                         Tall men and short character;

                                         Steep profits, and shallow relationships.

                                         It is time when there is much in the window,

                                         And nothing in the store room.

                                                                                  --  Dalai Lama

That's why we're not the same

                                          To each His Own

                                          I cannot change the way I am,

                                          I never really try,

                                          God made me different and unique,

                                          I never ask him why.

                                          If I appear peculiar,

                                          There's nothing I can do,

                                          You must accept me as I am,

                                          As I've accepted you.

                                          God made a casting of each life,

                                          Then threw the old way,

                                          Each child is different from the rest,

                                          Unlike as night from day.

                                          So often we will criticize,

                                          The things that others do,

                                          But, do you know, they do not think,

                                          The same as me made.

                                          So God in all his wisdom,

                                          Who knows us all by name,

                                          He didn't want us to bored,

                                          That's why we're not the same.

The Way

  Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,

  And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler,

  Long I stood and looked down one as far as I could

  To where it bent in the undergrowth;

  Then took the other, as just as fair,

  And having perhaps the better claim,

  Because it was grassy and wanted wear

  Though as for that the passing there

  Had worn them really about the same,

  And both that morning equally lay in leaves no step had trodden black.

  Oh, I kept the first for another day!

  Yet knowing how way leads onto way,

  I doubted if I should ever come back.

  I shall be telling this with a sigh somewhere ages and ages hence;

  Two roads diverged in a wood, and

  I took the one less traveled by,

  And that has made all the difference.

     --  Robert Frost (1916)