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Where the mind is led forward by thee into ever-widening thought and action-Into that heaven of freedom, my father, let my country awake.
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You have made me known to friends whom I knew not. You have given me seats in homes not my own. You have brought the distant near and made a brother of the stranger... When one knows You, then there is no alien, and no door is shut.
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Thou hast made me endless, such is thy pleasure. This frail vessel thou emptiest again and again, and fillest it ever with fresh life.
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Your legacy. Hard work but honest. You don't have to outsmart anybody or depend on anyone when you own one plot of land. 'Cause it's always there.
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With begging and scrambling we find very little, but with being true to ourselves we find a great deal more.
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The small wisdom is like water in a glass: clear, transparent, pure. The great wisdom is like the water in the sea: dark, mysterious, impenetrable.
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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.
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Music is the purest form of art... therefore true poets...seek to express the universe in terms of music. The singer has everything within him. The notes come out from his very life. They are not materials gathered from outside.
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Ah me, why did they build my house by the road to the market town?
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All the great utterances of man have to be judged not by the letter but by the spirit - the spirit which unfolds itself with the growth of life in history.
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Let the dead have the immortality of fame, but the living the immortality of love.
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God, the Great Giver, can open the whole universe to our gaze in the narrow space of a single land.
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Our self (Soul), as a form of God's joy, is deathless. For his joy is amritham, eternal bliss. We know that the life of a Soul, which is finite in its expression and infinite in its principle, must go through the portals of death in its journey to realize the infinite.
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Now it is time to sit quiet, face to face with thee, and to sing dedication of life in this silent and overflowing leisure.
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We read the world wrong and say that it deceives us.
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In love at one of its poles you find the personal, and at the other the impersonal. At one you have the positive assertion — Here I am; at the other the equally strong denial — I am not. Without this ego what is love? And again, with only this ego how can love be possible?
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I am restless. I am athirst for faraway things. My soul goes out in a longing to touch the skirt of the dim distance. O Great Beyond, O the keen call of thy flute! I forget, I ever forget, that I have no wings to fly, that I am bound in this spot evermore.
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It means that God's Creation has not its source in any necessity; it comes from his fullness of joy; it is his love that creates, therefore in Creation is his own revealment.
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We do not stray out of all words into the ever silent; We do not raise our hands to the void for things beyond hope.
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In the mountain, stillness surges up to explore its own height In the lake, movement stands still to contemplate its own depth.
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To the birds you gave songs, the birds gave you songs in return. You gave me only a voice, yet asked for more, thus I sing.
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Saltwater heals, healing referring to its various forms; tears, cleanses and heals the soul; sweat, cleanses through labor; the ocean, heals in all its forms.
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Whatever character our theology may ascribe to him, in reality God is the infinite ideal of Man, towards whom men move in their collective growth, with whom they seek their union of love as individuals, in whom they find their ideal of father, friend and beloved.
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Yes, all my illusions will burn into illumination of joy, and all my desires ripen into fruits of love.