LOVE POEMS FROM GOD

What keeps us alive,

what allows us to endure?

I think it is the hope of loving,

or being loved.

I heard a fable once

about the sun going on a journey

to find its source,

and how the moon wept

without her lover’swarm gaze.

We weep when light does not reach our hearts.

We wither like fields if someone close

does not rain their kindness upon us.

--- Daniel Ladinsky.

A Quote

If a drop of water falls on a lake it makes no identity,

but if it falls on a leaf of lotus,

it shines like a pearl .

Colors of The Earth - North Bengal

Aquainted With The Night

I have been one acquainted with the night.

I have walked out in rain — and back in rain.

I have outwalked the furthest city light.

I have looked down the saddest city lane.

I have passed by the watchman on his beat

And dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain.

I have stood still and stopped the sound of feet

When far away an interrupted cry

Came over houses from another street,
But not to call me back or say good-bye;

And further still at an unearthly height,

O luminary clock against the sky

Proclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right.

I have been one acquainted with the night.

---- Robert Frost

Gitanjali

When You Are Old

When you are old and gray and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;

How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face;

And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
And hid his face among a crowd of stars.

--- William Butler Yeats (1865-1939)

Morning Rain

A slight rain comes,

bathed in dawn light.

I hear it among treetop leaves

before mistArrives.

Soon it sprinkles the soil and,

Windblown, follows clouds away.

Deepened Colors grace

thatch homes for a moment.

Flocks and herds of things

wild glisten Faintly.

Then the scent of musk opens across

Half a mountain -- and lingers on past noon.

--- Tu Fu