Monthly Archives: May 2016

The Charge Of the Light Brigade – Alfred Lord Tennyson 

Half a league, half a league,  Half a league onward,  All in the valley of Death  Rode the six hundred.  ‘Forward, the Light Brigade!  Charge for the guns!’ he said:  Into the valley of Death  Rode the six hundred.  ‘Forward, … Continue reading

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The Blackbird – Alfred Lord Tennyson 

O blackbird! sing me something well: While all the neighbours shoot thee round, I keep smooth plats of fruitful ground, Where thou may’st warble, eat and dwell. The espaliers and the standards all Are thine; the range of lawn and … Continue reading

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Though You are Wise, Be as a Fool – Lalleshwari

Though you are wise, be as a fool;  Though you can see, be as one blind;  Though you can hear, be as one deaf;  Patiently bear with all you meet,  and politely talk to eveyone.  This practice surely will lead … Continue reading

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The Soul, Like the Moon – Lalleshwari 

The soul, like the moon, is now, and always new again. And I have seen the ocean continuously creating. Since I scoured my mind and my body, I too, Lalla, am new, each moment new. My teacher told me one … Continue reading

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In The Midst of The Ocean – Lalleshwari 

In the midst of the ocean  With unspun thread.  I am towing the boat:  Would that God grant  My prayer and.  Ferry me too, across:  Water in my unbaked earthen plates  Seeps in and none collects ‘  yearn and yearn  … Continue reading

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In Your Mother’s Womb You Vowed – Lalleshwari 

In your mother’s womb you vowed  not to be born again. When will you recall the vow ? And die, even while alive  (to all desire, and be released from birth and death):  Great honor will be yours in this … Continue reading

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The Brook – Alfred Lord Tennyson 

I come from haunts of coot and hern,  I make a sudden sally  And sparkle out among the fern,  To bicker down a valley.  By thirty hills I hurry down,  Or slip between the ridges,  By twenty thorpes, a little … Continue reading

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