If I call not thee in my prayers, if I keep not thee in my heart, thy love for me still waits for my love.

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.

Religion is not a fractional thing that can be doled out in fixed weekly or daily measures as one among various subjects in the school syllabus. It is the truth of our complete being, the consciousness of our personal relationship with the infinite.

Boasting is only a masked shame; it does not truly believe in itself.

When I go from hence, let this be my parting word, that what I have seen is unsurpassable.

The fundamental desire of life is the desire to exist.

For the current of our spiritual life creeds, rituals and channels that may thwart or help, according to their fixity or openness. When a symbol or spiritual idea becomes rigidly elaborate in its construction, it supplants the idea which it should support.