A POEM FROM GITANJALI

When the heart is hard and parched up ;

    come upon me with a shower of mercy .

When grace is lost from life ;

   Come with a burst of song .

When tumultuous work raises its din on all sides shutting me out from beyond;

Come to me  my lord of silence 

With thy peace and  rest .

When my beggarly heart sits crouched ;shut up in a corner  ;break open the door ; my king ; and come with the ceremony of a king  .

When desire blinds the mind with delusion and dust ;O thou holy one ;thou wakeful ;come with thy light and thy thunder  

.  Geetanjali  39

                ( This beautiful poem has always been very close to my heart  ;ever since I found it for the first time ; a constant  companion  all through ; it has   helped  me maintain  my faith in the all embracing   benevolence  of the supreme  power  that manifests itself    in many forms   ranging from soft , soothing          showers  to the  lightening and thunder  as per the need of the  situation .)

When the heart is hard and parched up ,

Come upon me with a shower of mercy   

           

         When grace is lost from life  

              Come with a burst of song   

                     

                     When tumultuous work raises its din on all sides  shutting me out from beyond ,

     Come to me my lord of silence 

                      With thy peace and rest  .

When my beggarly heart sits crouched ,shut up in a corner ,

      Break open the door ,my king ,and come with the ceremony of a king .

            When desire blinds the mind with delusion and dust , O thou holy one , thou wakeful ,come with thy light and thy thunder  .

Dear friends the pieces of writing that you find here ;are the pearls of wisdom  picked by me  during my readings ;my only claim  to them  is  my affinity to the thought expressed by the author  ;known or unknown .
Somehow ; i believe that  you will relish  going through them ; just as l do  .
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Words-----
Words can confer strength , they can drain it off  ,words can gain friends ,they can turn them into enemies , words  can elevate or lower the individual .One must learn the habit of making one's words  sweet soft and pleasant .
Atharva Veda 

How to speak

I thought that my voyage had come to its end at the last limit of my power  -- that the path before me was closed ,that provisions were exhausted and the time had come to take shelter in a silent obscurity .
But Ifind that thy will knows no end in me ,andwhen old words die out on the tongue, new melodies break forth from the heart, and where the old tracks are lost ,new country is  revealed with its wonders  .
 Geetanjali,37th poem 

Be creative.Don't be worried about what you are doing --- one has to do many things--but  do everything creatively; with devotion .Then your work becomes worship .Then whatsoever you do  is a prayer and whatsoever  you do is an offering at the altar  .
 OSHO