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I have lost my dewdrop , cries the flower to the morning sky that lost all its stars.

Rabindranath Tagore

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Love’s gift cannot be given, it waits to be accepted.
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Never be afraid of the moments–thus sings the voice of the everlasting.
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Fear Moments Sing Voice
I have spent many days stringing and unstringing my instrument while the song I came to sing remains unsung.
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Men are cruel, but Man is kind.
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Trees are the earth’s endless effort to speak to the listening heaven.
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Death is not extinguishing the light; it is only putting out the lamp because the dawn has come.
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Death Light Morning
By plucking her petals you do not gather the beauty of the flower.
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Stray birds of summer come to my window to sing and fly away. And yellow leaves of autumn, which have no songs, flutter and fall there with a sigh.
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The water in a vessel is sparkling; the water in the sea is dark. The small truth has words which are clear; the great truth has great silence.
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For we women are not only the deities of the household fire, but the flame of the soul itself.
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Don’t limit a child to your own learning, for she was born in another time.
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Born Children Learning Limitation Time
Love is an endless mystery, because there is no reasonable cause that could explain it.
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End Explanation Love Mystery
Never be afraid of the moments-thus sings the voice of the everlasting.
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Afraid Moments Voice
Come oh come ye tea-thirsty restless ones -the kettle boils, bubbles and sings, musically.
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Music Oneself Poetry
Everything comes to us that belongs to us if we create the capacity to receive it.
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Reach high, for stars lie hidden in you. Dream deep, for every dream precedes the goal.
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