Tag Archives: Thinking

THE KEEPER OF FLOCKS – XLIV

I suddenly wake up at night, And my watch occupies the whole night. I no longer feel Nature outside. My room is one dark thing with walls dimly white. Outside there is a stillness as if nothing exists. Only the … Continue reading

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THE KEEPER OF FLOCKS – IV

This evening the thunder crashed Down from the slopes of the sky Like a huge boulder… Like someone from a high window Was shaking out a tablecloth, And the crumbs, that fall all together, Make some noise when they fall, … Continue reading

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THE KEEPER OF FLOCKS – V

There is plenty of metaphysics about not thinking of anything. What do I think of the World? I do not know what I think of the World! If I got sick I would think about it. What idea do I … Continue reading

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STOP BEING WHAT YOU ARE NOT

Living within the moment, Seeing beyond human fear, Where: the thing is the thing; Joy is seeing you as who you are; Meaning is being and angst. Searching within and without But not wanting anything: for, To be is already … Continue reading

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A PROUD MOMENT

कल तक हर ग़म से अन्जानी, हो गयी अपनों से बेगानी। भूल के बचपन की नादानी, मेरी बेटी हो गयी आज सयानी।

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