While dewdrops are falling
Go
Thatch the roof of your soul; reinforce it with tiles of truth
Irrigate your heart, sow the seeds of virtue, fertilize it with education
Labour in the fields of your mind, build dams , harness electricity from it
Paint the skies of your life with love and laughter;
Ferment the grapes of sorrow into wine of wisdom
Strain music from your silence
And Scriptures, tao's, vedantas from your meditation.
While dewdrops falls.
Showing posts with label Sorrow; Scriptures; Soul. Show all posts
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Thursday, November 29, 2007
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