This so true! I now have evidence to back up my previous post on how we make choices :-)
Making Decisions
Making decisions by rolling the dice
is safe as a house on fire, steady a stand
as walking on water or dancing on ice.
Think it all over and check it out twice
all of the facts are not at your command,
so make your decisions by rolling the dice.
All our inventions have made no device
for seeing the future. Whatever you planned
is walking on water and dancing on ice.
No matter how hard you work, you'll be surprised
so whatever happens, you must understand
it always comes down to just rolling the dice.
So pull out a quarter and cover your eyes,
toss it and catch on the back of your hand,
walk on the water and dance on the ice.
Prophecy comes at a terrible price,
best write your future on wind-drifted sand,
make your decisions by rolling the dice,
walk on the water and dance on the ice.
Saturday, August 11, 2007
Thursday, August 09, 2007
Yet another dreamy poem
Alive With Love
I have died a thousand times this day,
A million since I first saw your face;
Paralyzed
Frozen
Overwhelmed
to the point where tears no longer flow.
I am so alive with love
I can no longer live like a normal person.
-- Catherine Seress (Bharati)
Beautiful .. isn't it?
I have died a thousand times this day,
A million since I first saw your face;
Paralyzed
Frozen
Overwhelmed
to the point where tears no longer flow.
I am so alive with love
I can no longer live like a normal person.
-- Catherine Seress (Bharati)
Beautiful .. isn't it?
Monday, August 06, 2007
The Glow of Your Presence
This one made my day!
I never really cared for the things of this world.
It was the glow of your presence
that filled it with beauty.
-- Hafiz
I never really cared for the things of this world.
It was the glow of your presence
that filled it with beauty.
-- Hafiz
Wednesday, August 01, 2007
Another Rumi classic ...
I had a chance to re-read this poem today. You cannot help being deeply moved by Rumi! Someday, I'll read this to the woman in my life :-)
-o-o-o-
In the early morning hour,
just before dawn, lover and beloved wake
and take a drink of water.
She asks, “Do you love me or yourself more?
Really, tell the absolute truth.”
He says, “There's nothing left of me.
I’m like a ruby held up to the sunrise.
Is it still a stone, or a world
made of redness? It has no resistance
to sunlight.”
-- Rumi
-o-o-o-
In the early morning hour,
just before dawn, lover and beloved wake
and take a drink of water.
She asks, “Do you love me or yourself more?
Really, tell the absolute truth.”
He says, “There's nothing left of me.
I’m like a ruby held up to the sunrise.
Is it still a stone, or a world
made of redness? It has no resistance
to sunlight.”
-- Rumi
Friday, July 27, 2007
Dreamy poems
Reading HP makes you think mystically. I re-read this poem after a long time and found it even more fascinating this time around. Makes you imagine a fairy land ... I need to grow up!
Ithaca
When you set out on your journey to Ithaca,
pray that the road is long,
full of adventure, full of knowledge.
The Lestrygonians and the Cyclops,
the angry Poseidon -- do not fear them:
You will never find such as these on your path,
if your thoughts remain lofty, if a fine
emotion touches your spirit and your body.
The Lestrygonians and the Cyclops,
the fierce Poseidon you will never encounter,
if you do not carry them within your soul,
if your soul does not set them up before you.
Pray that the road is long.
That the summer mornings are many, when,
with such pleasure, with such joy
you will enter ports seen for the first time;
stop at Phoenician markets,
and purchase fine merchandise,
mother-of-pearl and coral, amber and ebony,
and sensual perfumes of all kinds,
as many sensual perfumes as you can;
visit many Egyptian cities,
to learn and learn from scholars.
Always keep Ithaca in your mind.
To arrive there is your ultimate goal.
But do not hurry the voyage at all.
It is better to let it last for many years;
and to anchor at the island when you are old,
rich with all you have gained on the way,
not expecting that Ithaca will offer you riches.
Ithaca has given you the beautiful voyage.
Without her you would have never set out on the road.
She has nothing more to give you.
And if you find her poor, Ithaca has not deceived you.
Wise as you have become, with so much experience,
you must already have understood what Ithacas mean.
-- Constantine P. Cavafy
Ithaca
When you set out on your journey to Ithaca,
pray that the road is long,
full of adventure, full of knowledge.
The Lestrygonians and the Cyclops,
the angry Poseidon -- do not fear them:
You will never find such as these on your path,
if your thoughts remain lofty, if a fine
emotion touches your spirit and your body.
The Lestrygonians and the Cyclops,
the fierce Poseidon you will never encounter,
if you do not carry them within your soul,
if your soul does not set them up before you.
Pray that the road is long.
That the summer mornings are many, when,
with such pleasure, with such joy
you will enter ports seen for the first time;
stop at Phoenician markets,
and purchase fine merchandise,
mother-of-pearl and coral, amber and ebony,
and sensual perfumes of all kinds,
as many sensual perfumes as you can;
visit many Egyptian cities,
to learn and learn from scholars.
Always keep Ithaca in your mind.
To arrive there is your ultimate goal.
But do not hurry the voyage at all.
It is better to let it last for many years;
and to anchor at the island when you are old,
rich with all you have gained on the way,
not expecting that Ithaca will offer you riches.
Ithaca has given you the beautiful voyage.
Without her you would have never set out on the road.
She has nothing more to give you.
And if you find her poor, Ithaca has not deceived you.
Wise as you have become, with so much experience,
you must already have understood what Ithacas mean.
-- Constantine P. Cavafy
Wednesday, July 25, 2007
A much better day
When you start the day watching HP on IMAX, it has to be good! The last 20 minutes or so was stunning in 3D. The ups were Sirius Black, Luna Lovegod, Umbridge and an awesome background score. Downs included a rather slim Dudley, an overdose of Harry and a subdued Draco.
Better things awaited me as the morning progressed! Asha Seattle volunteers raised $24,191 since 2006 through 1,423 hours of volunteering activities. Microsoft contributes $17 for every hour of volunteering! This is by far the best perk I've received here (yes, it beats free soda, unlimited Starbucks coffee and chocolate milk).
I was on a high and really glad to have been able to drive this over the past year and make sure people get credit for what they do! Now the sights are for the Give campaign!
Better things awaited me as the morning progressed! Asha Seattle volunteers raised $24,191 since 2006 through 1,423 hours of volunteering activities. Microsoft contributes $17 for every hour of volunteering! This is by far the best perk I've received here (yes, it beats free soda, unlimited Starbucks coffee and chocolate milk).
I was on a high and really glad to have been able to drive this over the past year and make sure people get credit for what they do! Now the sights are for the Give campaign!
Tuesday, July 24, 2007
A Nameless Poem
Someday, I'll write happier poems!
A Nameless poem
Peering into frothy lager, thoughts rush up my head
Things could be so different now, but here I am instead.
Her twinkling eyes, that radiant smile ... that turned many a thousand head
My crushed heart, the drowning cries ... can we please make amend?
Refusing to move on, I cling on to the happy memories past,
Standing aboard the sinking ship, I look up at its mast.
Did I act too quickly, or did I rush at her?
Was I too consumed in my own affairs ... and not feel her fear?
If I could wish for just one thing, I'd want to go back in time,
I'd try again, yet another time, just try to make her mine.
Or maybe I tried too hard, 'twas too much effort you see,
Clasped the water in my palms ... believing it would be with me!
Letting go of my baggage, can I ever again be the real me?
Life's biggest teachers leave scars for all to see.
-- Palani
A Nameless poem
Peering into frothy lager, thoughts rush up my head
Things could be so different now, but here I am instead.
Her twinkling eyes, that radiant smile ... that turned many a thousand head
My crushed heart, the drowning cries ... can we please make amend?
Refusing to move on, I cling on to the happy memories past,
Standing aboard the sinking ship, I look up at its mast.
Did I act too quickly, or did I rush at her?
Was I too consumed in my own affairs ... and not feel her fear?
If I could wish for just one thing, I'd want to go back in time,
I'd try again, yet another time, just try to make her mine.
Or maybe I tried too hard, 'twas too much effort you see,
Clasped the water in my palms ... believing it would be with me!
Letting go of my baggage, can I ever again be the real me?
Life's biggest teachers leave scars for all to see.
-- Palani
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