‎This I know... That often when I sang, and drummed, and danced, I found my eternity.

Love's over brimming mystery joins death and life. It has filled my cup of pain with joy.

The young student sits with his head bent over his books, and his mind straying in youth's dreamland; where prose is prowling on the desk and poetry hiding in the heart.

When I think of ages past That have floated down the stream Of life and love and death, I feel how free it makes us To pass away.

The heart wants to go on; that is its dharma. For unless it moves, it dies.

Give Me Strength This is my prayer to thee, my lord---strike, strike at the root of penury in my heart. Give me the strength lightly to bear my joys and sorrows. Give me the strength to make my love fruitful in service. Give me the strength never to disown the poor or bend my knees before insolent might. Give me the strength to raise my mind high above daily trifles. And give me the strength to surrender my strength to thy will with love.

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