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I will sit in the pupil of your eyes and that will carry your sight into the heart of the things

Rabindranath Tagore

The small wisdom is like water in a glass, clear, transparent, pure. The great wisdom is like the water in the sea: dark, mysterious, impenetrable.
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Darkness Greatness Mystery Philosophy Sea Wisdom
Never be afraid of the moments-thus sings the voice of the everlasting.
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Afraid Moments Voice
I have lost my dewdrop , cries the flower to the morning sky that lost all its stars.
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Flower Lost Morning Myself Stars
Come oh come ye tea-thirsty restless ones -the kettle boils, bubbles and sings, musically.
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Music Oneself Poetry
Love’s gift cannot be given, it waits to be accepted.
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Acceptance Gift Love Wait
Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky.
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Carry Life Myself Nature Perspective Rain
Let my thoughts come to you, when I am gone, like the afterglow of sunset at the margin of starry silence.
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Myself Silence Sun Thinking
The butterfly counts not months but moments, and has time enough.
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Deep Enough Moments Time
The roots below the earth claim no rewards for making the branches fruitful.
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Earth Generosity Reward
Most people believe the mind to be a mirror, more or less accurately reflecting the world outside them, not realizing on the contrary that the mind is itself the principal element of creation.
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Believe Creation Mind People Principle Reflection World
Never be afraid of the moments–thus sings the voice of the everlasting.
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Fear Moments Sing Voice
Not hammer-strokes, but dance of the water, sings the pebbles into perfection.
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Dance Perfection
Let me not beg for the stilling of my pain, but for the heart to conquer it.
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Heart Myself Pain
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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Leaving Season Sing Summer
If I can’t make it through one door, I’ll go through another door- or i’ll make a door. Something terrific will come no matter how dark the present.
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Darkness Inspirational Myself Presence
God waits to win back his own flowers as gifts from man’s hands.
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Flower Gift God Hands Man Wait Win

I will sit in the pupil of your eyes and that will carry your sight into the heart of the things

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