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To be no part of any body, is to be nothing.
To be no part of any body, is to be nothing.
Grief is the agony of an instant; the indulgence of grief the blunder of a life.
Grief is the agony of an instant; the indulgence of grief the blunder of a life.
Grief. The pain now is part of the happiness then. That's the deal.
Grief. The pain now is part of the happiness then. That's the deal.
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).
Why wilt thou add to all the griefs I suffer
Imaginary ills, and fancy'd tortures?
Why wilt thou add to all the griefs I suffer
Imaginary ills, and fancy'd tortures?
It isn't enough for your heart to break because everybody's heart is broken now.
It isn't enough for your heart to break because everybody's heart is broken now.
Light griefs are communicative, great ones stupefy.
[Lat., Curae leves loquuntur, ingentes stupent.]
Light griefs are communicative, great ones stupefy.
[Lat., Curae leves loquuntur, ingentes stupent.]
Were floods of tears to be unloosed
In tribute to my grief,
The doves of Noah ne'er read more
Were floods of tears to be unloosed
In tribute to my grief,
The doves of Noah ne'er had roost
Nor found an olive-leaf.
Grief is only the memory of widowed affections.
Grief is only the memory of widowed affections.
