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Poetry, literature that evokes a concentrated imaginative awareness of experience or a specific emotional response through language chosen and arranged for its meaning, sound, and rhythm.
A Friend Named Adversity Whoever will have nothing to do with thorns, can never gather roses. The brook that flows over stones makes the sweetest music. If you remove the rocks, the brook will lose its song. Blessings thrive in afflictions’ soil. Trouble is only opportunity in work clothes. The...
Just Do Your Best It’s not always easy to know which path to follow, which decision to make, or what to do. Life is a series of new horizons, new hopes, new days, and changes that come to you. And we will need some help with these things from time...
Go After Your Dreams You’re good, but you’re going to be great. You’re the best, but you’re going to get better. Sometimes the paths we take are long and hard, but remember: those are always the ones that lead to the most beautiful views. Challenges come along inevitably: how you...
Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep Do not stand at my grave and weep, I am not there, I do not sleep. I am in a thousand winds that blow, I am the softly falling snow. I am the gentle showers of rain, I am the fields of...
To Help You Through the trials, You think you all alone. Through all the trials, You feel you’ve been disowned. Through the trials, You feel no one cares. Well I’m here to say: I am here to care. When you talk, I’ll listen; When you weep I’ll give you a...
Life Without Friendship Life without friendship…. is like the dawn without the sun. Life without friendship…. is like the sky without the moon when the evening has begun. Life without friendship…. is like a rose without rain. Life without friendship…. just wouldn’t be the same. Life without friendship…. is like...
Do Not Go Gently Into That Goodnight Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightning...
The Comfort of Friends They that love beyond the world cannot be separated by it. Death cannot kill what never dies. Nor can spirits ever be divided that love and live in the same divine principle; the root and record of their friendship. If absence be not death, neither is...
They Are Not Dead They are not dead, Who leave us this great heritage of remembering joy. They still live in our hearts, In the happiness we knew, in the dreams we shared. They still breathe, In the lingering fragrance,windblown, from their favourite flowers. They still smile in the moonlight’s...
When I Must Leave You “When I must leave you for a little while Please do not grieve and shed wild tears And hug your sorrow to you through the years. But start out bravely with a gallant smile; And for my sake and in my name Live on and...
If Tears Could Build A Stairway If tears could build a stairway, and memories a lane. I would walk right up to Heaven and bring you back again. No farewell words were spoken, No time to say “Goodbye”. You were gone before I knew it, and only God knows why....
There Is Another Sky There is another sky, Ever serene and fair, And there is another sunshine, Though it be darkness there; Never mind faded forests, Austin, Never mind silent fields – Here is a little forest, Whose leaf is ever green; Here is a brighter garden, Where not a...
The Joy Of A Garden The joy of creation, A gardener knows, Holds more than the beauty Of lilly and rose. For he feels warm blessing, Like sunshine in May, Of working together With God day by day. The joy of each person Who shares the glad sight Of blossoming...
Tall Trees With their feet in the earth And their heads in the sky, The tall trees watch The clouds go by, When the dusk sends quickly The birds to rest, The tall trees shelter them Safe in a nest, And then in the night With the tall trees peeping,...
The Rubayyat of Omar Khayyam I. AWAKE! for Morning in the Bowl of Night Has flung the Stone that puts the Stars to Flight: And Lo! the Hunter of the East has caught The Sultan’s Turret in a Noose...
Bird Parliament This celebrated Sufi poem, also known as Conference of the Birds, by the 12th century Persian poet Farid ud-Din Attar, is a tale of a journey of a group of thirty birds to the summit of the world mountain, Qaf. An allegory of the Sufi journey to realization...
![A 1st- to 2nd–century CE water tank relief panel showing two ardhaphalaka Jain monks carrying colapatta cloth on their left hand found in the ruins of Mathura (Brooklyn Museum 87.188.5).[7] This cloth carrying tradition to cover genitalia by ancient Jain monks in principle resembles the beliefs of the Svetambara and now extinct Yapaniya subtradition.](https://slife.org/wp-content/uploads/Jain_Narrative_Relief_Panel_mid_2nd_century_BCE.-1st_century_CE_18.4_x_61.6_cm_Brooklyn_Museum_87.188.5-80x80.jpg)
