I am ashamed of my emptiness," said the Word to the Work. "I know how poor I am when I see you," said the Work to the Word.

If you want to know India, study Vivekananda. In him everything is positive and nothing negative.

Poems On Time The butterfly counts not months but moments, and has time enough. Time is a wealth of change, but the clock in its parody makes it mere change and no wealth. Let your life lightly dance on the edges of Time like dew on the tip of a leaf.

Let me not beg for the stilling of my pain but for the heart to conquer it.

A dewdrop is a perfect integrity that has no filial memory of its parentage.

And because I love this life, I know I shall love death as well.

Where roads are made I lose my way.In the wide water, in the blue sky there is no line of a track.The pathway is hidden by the birds' wings, by the star-fires, by the flowers of the wayfaring seasons.And I ask my heart if its blood carries the wisdom of the unseen way.