Lest we forget: It is easy to be human, very hard to be humane

He gave me heaven and earth, and assumed I'd be satisfied; Actually I was too embarrassed to argue. The spiritual seekers are tired, two or three at each stage of the path. The rest who have given up never knew your address at all. There are so many in this gathering who wish the candle well. But if the being of the candle is melting, what can the sorrow-sharers do?

I asked my soul: What is Delhi? She replied: The world is the body and Delhi its life!

Love demands patience, desire is restless; What color shall I paint the heart, until you savage it? You shall not ignore me when the time comes, I know, but I may turn to dust before the news reaches you.

Lest we forget: It is easy to be human, very hard to be humane

Consumed by the agony of remembrance The remembrance of night's festive company The one remaining candle flickers and dies.

This earth, burnished by hearing the name, is so certain of love,
that the sky bends unceasingly down, to greet its own light.