If thou engrossest all the griefs are thine,
Thou robb'st me of a moiety.

If thou engrossest all the griefs are thine,
Thou robb'st me of a moiety.

If our inward griefs were seen written on our brow, how many
would be pitied who are now envied!
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If our inward griefs were seen written on our brow, how many
would be pitied who are now envied!
[It., Se a ciascun l'interno affanno
Si leggesse in fronte scritto,
Quanti mai, che invidia fanno,
Ci farebbero pieta!]

The bitterest tears shed over graves are for words left unsaid and deeds left undone. -Harriet Beecher Stowe.

The bitterest tears shed over graves are for words left unsaid and deeds left undone. -Harriet Beecher Stowe.

Oh, well has it been said, that there is no grief like the grief
which does not speak!

Oh, well has it been said, that there is no grief like the grief
which does not speak!

Waste not fresh tears over old griefs.

Waste not fresh tears over old griefs.

There is a solemn luxury in grief.

There is a solemn luxury in grief.

Life is a series of experiences, each one of which makes us bigger, even though it is hard to realize read more

Life is a series of experiences, each one of which makes us bigger, even though it is hard to realize this. For the world was built to develop character, and we must learn that the setbacks and griefs which we endure help us in our marching onward.

Go not for every grief to the physician, nor for every quarrel to the lawyer, nor for every thirst to read more

Go not for every grief to the physician, nor for every quarrel to the lawyer, nor for every thirst to the pot.

FIRE HAS LEFT THE HEARTH
Fire has left the hearth
Nautilus climbed from shell
Perfume flowed from read more

FIRE HAS LEFT THE HEARTH
Fire has left the hearth
Nautilus climbed from shell
Perfume flowed from bottle
Prisoner gone from cell
Butterfly flutterbied cocoon
nor hand restrained by glove
Jesus away from manger
Cage left by Spirit Dove.
Sparklings soared away from wand.
Chick's egg become the bird.
Omkar sung from out the throat
Violin's notes now heard.
Buddhist temple pine cone
tabernacle'd godlet seed
Shattered that it might manifest
thousand forests of fir tree
Eternal snow of mountain top
now nurses meadow flowers.
Shining never held by sun
relentless melts ice towers.
Love has left its
spring the heart
Is now a liquid pond
Host stolen from the chalice
consumed in mouth of God
Starlight abandoned star
a billion years ago
Left that tonight you
might
have its sight
and know
Know Love is forever
no drop of God ever dies
Lover not bound by form of love
God's bodies are not God's souls
(to his wife and children
on the death of Robert S)
(Baba Hari Das: is the author
of love is more powerful than
lover for love is not bound by
form).