If one by one we counted people out For the least sin, it wouldn't take us long To get so we had no one left to live with. For to be social is to be forgiving.
My Teachers! ! !
My Teachers are the towering trees
cold n thick;
under which i feel
a comfort, pleasure, endless ease...
I dive deep,
n daily dive
into the ocean
of their wisdom full of knowledge
which, by any manner of means,
stretches broad as skies
n deep like those seas...
My Teachers are those perfect guides
who taught me how to love n live,
never to take
but always to give
n give, just give
n keep on giving...
n taught me that, 'for to be social
is to be forgiving.'...
i feel honor,
to my great n worthy teachers,
to my honored second parents...
this is true, O God Almighty!
they purified n sustained
my raw n stubborn cruel self...
they are, O God! your gifted beings
they crafted my inner features...! !
(thanks saadat for worthy suggestions)
- quotes about teachers
- quotes about honor
- quotes about Thanksgiving
- quotes about wisdom
- quotes about sky
- quotes about oceans
- quotes about perfection
- quotes about peace
The Star Splitter
`You know Orion always comes up sideways.
Throwing a leg up over our fence of mountains,
And rising on his hands, he looks in on me
Busy outdoors by lantern-light with something
I should have done by daylight, and indeed,
After the ground is frozen, I should have done
Before it froze, and a gust flings a handful
Of waste leaves at my smoky lantern chimney
To make fun of my way of doing things,
Or else fun of Orion's having caught me.
Has a man, I should like to ask, no rights
These forces are obliged to pay respect to?'
So Brad McLaughlin mingled reckless talk
Of heavenly stars with hugger-mugger farming,
Till having failed at hugger-mugger farming
He burned his house down for the fire insurance
And spent the proceeds on a telescope
To satisfy a lifelong curiosity
About our place among the infinities.
`What do you want with one of those blame things?'
I asked him well beforehand. `Don't you get one!'
`Don't call it blamed; there isn't anything
More blameless in the sense of being less
A weapon in our human fight,' he said.
`I'll have one if I sell my farm to buy it.'
There where he moved the rocks to plow the ground
And plowed between the rocks he couldn't move,
Few farms changed hands; so rather than spend years
Trying to sell his farm and then not selling,
He burned his house down for the fire insurance
And bought the telescope with what it came to.
He had been heard to say by several:
`The best thing that we're put here for's to see;
The strongest thing that's given us to see with's
A telescope. Someone in every town
Seems to me owes it to the town to keep one.
In Littleton it might as well be me.'
After such loose talk it was no surprise
When he did what he did and burned his house down.
Mean laughter went about the town that day
To let him know we weren't the least imposed on,
And he could wait---we'd see to him tomorrow.
But the first thing next morning we reflected
If one by one we counted people out
For the least sin, it wouldn't take us long
To get so we had no one left to live with.
For to be social is to be forgiving.
Our thief, the one who does our stealing from us,
We don't cut off from coming to church suppers,
But what we miss we go to him and ask for.
He promptly gives it back, that is if still
Uneaten, unworn out, or undisposed of.
It wouldn't do to be too hard on Brad
About his telescope. Beyond the age
Of being given one for Christmas gift,
He had to take the best way he knew how
To find himself in one. Well, all we said was
He took a strange thing to be roguish over.
Some sympathy was wasted on the house,
A good old-timer dating back along;
But a house isn't sentient; the house
Didn't feel anything. And if it did,
Why not regard it as a sacrifice,
And an old-fashioned sacrifice by fire,
Instead of a new-fashioned one at auction?
Out of a house and so out of a farm
At one stroke (of a match), Brad had to turn
To earn a living on the Concord railroad,
As under-ticket-agent at a station
Where his job, when he wasn't selling tickets,
Was setting out, up track and down, not plants
As on a farm, but planets, evening stars
That varied in their hue from red to green.
He got a good glass for six hundred dollars.
His new job gave him leisure for stargazing.
Often he bid me come and have a look
Up the brass barrel, velvet black inside,
At a star quaking in the other end.
I recollect a night of broken clouds
And underfoot snow melted down to ice,
And melting further in the wind to mud.
Bradford and I had out the telescope.
We spread our two legs as we spread its three,
Pointed our thoughts the way we pointed it,
And standing at our leisure till the day broke,
Said some of the best things we ever said.
That telescope was christened the Star-Splitter,
Because it didn't do a thing but split
A star in two or three, the way you split
A globule of quicksilver in your hand
With one stroke of your finger in the middle.
It's a star-splitter if there ever was one,
And ought to do some good if splitting stars
'Sa thing to be compared with splitting wood.
We've looked and looked, but after all where are we?
Do we know any better where we are,
And how it stands between the night tonight
And a man with a smoky lantern chimney?
How different from the way it ever stood?
- quotes about telescope
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Deep Wound Near Fever Social Causes
deep wound near fever social causes
delving into tunnels lighting candles
holding lamps high warming other hands
Thank You For Forgiving Me
I get why
you got mad
They do suck
getting rid of your
I'm glad we're back to
The Cause Of Social Deaths
no patient maintence in relationship education
no soft links to spiritual poetry
that's why we are builsing social deaths
difficult to read? right!
Social Networking For Lonely People
It is like a transfusion
Into the life of a lonely person,
When that lonely person
Starts social networking,
In person or online.
The grand highway
Out of loneliness
Is sociable action
Of any kind.
With no two ways to satisfy your muse;
Because you failed to turn up last night!
About each other;
With something physical to satisfy your muse,
But you failed to turn up last night.
I try to talk to you,
but you turn and walk away.
Am I really that boring,
is the life I have not valuable to you?
Thinking you would listen to me,
now I sit in my room knowing that i'm trying so hard,
but my social isolation seems to be killing me inside.
The Social Climber
yellow is the color of the social climber
like a vine
with yellow flowers
the dancing lady variety
that thrives on the rotten
barks of trees
that looks for the sunshine
at the top of the trees
the calumnist of the Stars
the rotten lives of other people!
I do not take without giving.
Nor do I receive without gratitude!
For anyone to believe,
These traits are not a mandate from God,
Take their faith for granted
And leave their places of worship
With nothing more on their minds
But a social event attended,
And a hope they were observed!
It is nearly impossible not to notice,
An advocating with support...
That seems to feed the initiating,
Of today's craze.
There is an outrageousness about it,
As if an epidemic is being permitted to spread.
And those wishing to distance themselves,
Are looked upon as being anti-social.
As we wander through life,
many things are said
and even done to us,
that are hurtful and unkind
that they cause us to cry bitter tears.
What good is revenge?
It can’t take back the hurt there.
Even forgiving can’t ease all the pain.
At least we have the knowledge that if we forgive,
that the guilt goes back to them.
Patient And Forgiving
Do not become part of a plot,
To dish up a disrespect towards anyone...
Who deserves it not.
And has been selected,
By those whose business is to collect foes.
If the unknown is awaiting to deliver...
An inescapable revenge,
That had one suppressing it.
In a patient and forgiving attitude,
That time has come to change.
I Do Not Care About Social Norms
I will fasten the bells of his love to my feet
And dance in front of Girdhar.
Dancing and dancing I will please his eyes;
My love is an ancient one.
My love is the only truth.
I do not care about social norms
Nor do I keep my family's honour.
I cannot forget, even for a moment,
The beauty of my lover.
I am dyed in Hari's colour.
[Translated by Shreprakash Kurl]
Tao (Social Activism)
the Tao of social activism,
found in the newborn baby's cry.
in the hands that plow the earth,
that build, shape, and mold.
in the colors of the prism,
dividing light stream by stream.
in the raw and beating heart,
and the red blood pulsing.
in the day that follows darkness
without thought or plan.
in the breath inhaled and exhaled,
in the hand that fits in mine!
Social Consciousness.... (Face Of The Begger)
baby, it's just breathing!
awareness of suffering,
the key to unlock the door.
the universe revolves.
from birth unto death,
from death unto birth.
the face of the begger,
the face of god.
the hand you offer,
god's only hands.
the action of giving,
the heartbeat of freedom.
the flesh of eternity!
THE SOCIAL WOODS
I do not wish to be
a merely me
I' d like to share
and stay aware
that i am hardly a rock
sandstoned by time
everyday i losen a leaf
for someone else in need
it' s like a Sura brief
filled with love to feed
here I stand
like hand in hand
feeding all the Goods
The open soul will always meet you as a friend, Keep your
good strife going!
One's Social Heirarchy
Losing one's ability,
To maintain both credibility and integrity...
With one's social heirarchy attacked as well,
Is far worse than losing one's credit rating status.
Although for the sake of appearances,
One can always repair one's ability to borrow...
With a promise made to repay and keep that faked.
A falling from grace on one's face,
Does not provide a backup to cover.
I think they should do weather forecasts,
for heavy social-pressure:
who's talking to whom,
and who is under the weather.
It would be much nicer,
under sunny summer skies.
The only time we celebrate,
is when someone dies.
So come on, rouse yourself,
and ease the social chill.
Don't just take a sip,
or dropp the simple pill.
Talk to your neighbour,
tell him or her a yarn.
Just remember -
it's the social cloth we darn.