Excerpts from "The Gardener" by Ravindranath Tagore

Do not keep to yourself the secret of your heart, my friend!
Say it to me, only to me in secret.
You who smile so gently, softly whisper, my heart will hear it, not my ears.

The night is deep, the house is silent, the birds' nests are shrouded with sleep.
Speak to me through hesitating tears, through faltering smiles,
through sweet shame and pain, the secret of your heart!

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Peace, my heart, let the time for the parting be sweet.
Let it not be a death but completeness.
Let love melt into memory and pain into songs.
Let the flight through the sky end in the folding of the wings over the nest.
Let the last touch of your hands be gentle like the flower of the night.
Stand still, O Beautiful End, for a moment, and say your last words in silence.
I bow to you and hold up my lamp to light you on your way.

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I have plucked your flower, O world!
I pressed it to my heart and the thorn pricked.
When the day waned and it darkened, I found that
the flower had faded, but the pain remained.

More flowers will come to you with perfume and pride, O world!
But my time for flower-gathering is over, and through the dark night
I have not my rose, only the pain remains.

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The Gardener - by Rabindranath Tagore

If you would have it so,
I will end my singing.

If it sets your heart aflutter,
I will take away my eyes from your face.

If it suddenly startles you in your walk,
I will step aside and take another path.

If it confuses you in your flower-weaving,
I will shun your lonely garden.

If it makes the water wanton and wild,
I will not row my boat by your bank.

A Poem from "The Enlightened Heart"- An anthology of Sacred Poetry

Help me to be aware of my selfishness,

but without undue shame or self-judgement.

 

Let me always feel you present,

in every atom of my life.

 

Let me keep surrendering myself

until I am utterly transparent.

 

Let my words be rooted in honesty

and my thought be lost in your light,

 

Unnameable God, my essence ,

my origin, my life blood, my Home.

                                          (William Blake 1757-1827)

Am I ???

A lizard ...

Colored by its own breath ?

 

A hunter ...

Always preys for inferiority ?

 

A bunch of seaweeds ...

Clutches the tides to be still ?

 

A worm ...

Dreaming to save the catastrophic lives?

 

What am I ???

It's too blur to capture my own self ......

                                              (bs)

Again ???

The clay colored tides are coming towards me....

Many people got crazy and running madly.

So do I, I run and run and run.... in the clay water.

I think I'm in the shallow part of the sea.

I don't know whom am I finding.

I lost my mind and just running ..... run and run and run ..... in the ankle depth water...

Suddenly, I remember that I'm finding my ship to rest, to home, .......

I found it no where.

I'm so exhausted and

woke up with many confusions ..........

That's the dream I use to dream when I feel so tense, so sad , so lost and so lonely :(

I dreamt this today...

AC Stars

These pics are after loosing the great team in our previous tournement :P
Why are we happy even we are lose ??? It's clear... we prepared for our fall but we played with all of our effort and we could win even a lit' match :P
And we r win in team spirit :P

50 First Date

Rating:	★★★★★
Category:	Movies
Genre:	Drama

Cute story :P
I remember the day I watch that movie, it was in my best fri's sis house and my fri let me watch this :P "miss ya"
I really luv the guy in the film ...
It's about a true love :P
Who can love each other like in the film.... ?????
I wish I could :D :D :D

The day you went away

Start:

Jun 7, '06 10:00a

On the day, my best friend Ei went to USA...
She left me with too many sweet unforgettable memories.....
Good luck my best friend and I'll be missing you :'(

Schizo.

Even if it is true,
Please don't tell me this room I'm living is a cell.
It's just a place for the rabbits and squirrels.
I never think of this world as hell.
I've just lost my fiddle.

Please give me some more food
'Cos all you've given are stolen by my grand children.
I don't know why my head is so huge.
Feeling hungry for food may be my biggest burden.

Why are you laughing ?
I'm just seeing the fairies you've never seen.
Anyway,
No one can console my catastrophic crying.
I've been the person I shouldn't have been.

Just hallucinations filled my dream park.
Who spelled and arrested me in this place to be all alone?
There is no more scare for the dark.
I'm just the biggest enemy of my own.

It's time to feed the rabbits and squirrels.
My beloved,
Where are you hiding now?
I solemnly promise you that I'll never quarrel.
Come with me and ...
Let's feed the animals before dawn.
(bs)

(This poem is just about a patient I met at the mental hospital in 2004. I'm just walking in her shoes.)

My Childhood

Today,

Went to conversation club. One participant did a presentation about "folk toys" and asked which toys we used to play when we were children. That question made all of the participants to remind their childhoods. So did I. I was just wondering back to my childhood and tried to recall my memories :)

The common thing we found out is we have to make our toys by our own hands :)

For me I used to make arrows, bow and gun by myself using with wood and knife. I really good at doing that kind of things and I used to proud of it :P Miss my days of childhood.

I remember the day I injured..... On that day, I was coming back from the gym after my Taikwondo training by my lit' BMX. I rode the bike without control of my both hands and I fall out of the bike and hit the road :D So shameful 'cos there were many guys from the training of martial art ;P They came and helped me. When I reached home, My bike basket was sprained ! My face ??? Ohh too many bruises over the whole face and also teared my skin at the belly :D My mom thought I was beaten by someone from the Taikwondo training :D Such a hyperactive girl I am :)

I used to make some boats when it was raining outside. When rain stopped, I went to the lit' stream in front of my house and sailed that boats. I wanna do that kind of thing if I have chance :) Actually I love rain so much. Since my childhood, I interested in each drop of rain. Where are they come from, Where they gonna go, How free they are, with such so many thoughts I love to see them dropping to the ground. I used to gaze them from the veranda :) But I'm scare of lightening and thunder so much:( Sometimes I think I'm gonna die of that scariness. I have to find some place to hide when it start to thunder:( The safest place for me is my mom's hug :) I miss that days I cried in her hugs 'cos so afraid of the sound of thunder :P I still do afraid of them until now :( Just now, I have no place to hide if the thunders come around :'(

I also like biking since I was a lit' child. I started biking since I was 6 yrs old :P And I could bike the motor bike when I was in the 1st year of my university :P I like riding bike in the rain :P Remembering the days I carried my best friend on my motor bike and just wondered the whole town for nothing :) I used to make accidents with the motor bike :D Such a clever biker !

Hoooooo .......
So tired to be an adult.

Honestly, I don't wish to get my childhood back, just wish to get another sweet days just like my childhood days :D Present is the most important, isn't it ? Let's build beautiful days :)

You are my ..............................

Today,

I grab a bunch of cloud ...

By stepping upon the misty hills

I just fly to you!

 

Today ...

I pluck a piece of rainbow ...

By sinking in the deep blue sea,

I just swim to you.

 

Today ...

I pack the sounds of tides in a song ...

By strumming my heart with humming

I'm just missing you.

              (bs)