Grey Langur (Semnopithecus dussumieri)
Today, wrapped in a double cloak,
my head shaven,
having wandered for alms,
I sit at the foot of a tree
and attain the state of no-thought.
All ties — human & divine — have been cut.
Having cast off all effluents,
cooled am I, unbound.
Vimala: The Former Courtesan (Theri Gatha)
We are fires
of the eternal flame
from one life to the next
Eternal Flame by Dave Alan Walker
A Little Green Bee-eater captured at Kaudulla National Park, Sri Lanka.
“Butterflies are not insects,’ Captain John Sterling said soberly. ‘They are self-propelled flowers.”
Robert A. Heinlein, The Cat Who Walks Through Walls
Full of rebellion, I would die, Or fight, or travel, or deny That thou has aught to do with me. O tame my heart; It is thy highest art To captivate strong holds to thee.
If thou shalt let this venom lurk, And in suggestions fume and work, My soul will turn to bubbles straight, And thence by kind Vanish into a wind, Making thy workmanship deceit.
O smooth my rugged heart, and there Engrave thy rev'rend law and fear; Or make a new one, since the old Is sapless grown, And a much fitter stone To hide my dust, than thee to hold.
Nature by George Herbert
Little blossom, thou and I Both were born alike to die. Less of time allowed to thee; Haply, more Eternity. Wilted by John Bannister Tabb
No light shines through curtains, So thick with dust of time. White lace and linen faded, And cobwebs seen everywhere. Ruin by Miss Havisham
Who draws the gap between people? They call them rich, they call them poor The rich squander in wealth and abundance The poor wonder what to eat next time.
Who allows injustice as iron fists Smashing down the humble dignity Of the weak, elevating the powerful To decide what for the poor is best?
Who wakes up in the middle of the night Feeling the grumbling hungry tummy Over an open roof and empty plates? Who orders trips to paradise during holidays Hoarding bank shares and silver and gold?
Between the Rich and the Poor by Elizabeth Padillo Olesen
Some say the world will end in fire, Some say in ice. From what I've tasted of desire I hold with those who favor fire. But if it had to perish twice, I think I know enough of hate To say that for destruction ice Is also great And would suffice......... Fire and Ice by Robert Frost
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