Friday Thoughts

I am mine

You are mine

In the race against time

Some speeches get inked

In such a way in our heart and mind

That we pretend

We are now fine

Above all suffering is my mind

To be everywhere is to be nowhere

Tell the truth, but tell it, slant

As those move easiest who have to learn'd to dance

It is not the man who has too little who is poor

But the one who hankers after more

Ask nature, and she will tell you she made

Both night and day

For fools to stop judging her 

And say all wrongs that one could imagine about her 

In her omnipresence 

Philosophy calls for simple living,

Not for doing penance, and the simple way of life

Need not be a crude one

It should boycott the extremes/severity of anything/anyone

Cease to hope and you will cease to fear

Forget past

Don't think about future

Let's live the beautiful present

Given by the almighty to us

People believe their eyes

More than their ears

People choose face over words

And bring in unnecessary fears

I am beginning to be my friend

And that is the progress I've made because

One who enjoys solitude is a wild beast or God

And to me, I am no beast; I am God.

The only exit for a contestant here is death

Retire in yourself as much as you can before that

I love not to man the less, but the nature more

Virtue is a reward in itself, vice in itself is a punishment for sure

A single man is a crowd and 

A crowd is a single man

A few is enough for me;

So is one;

And so is none

Each of us is audience enough for the other

Our merits should not be outward-facing like each other

I have buried myself away behind all doors in the making of a new me

I have created opportunities to close the doors on me

To open the doors for many

I am acting on behalf of later generations like me

The purpose of anything remains the same

No matter whatever they studded it with for price any

Gifts which chance brings our way

Are not to be regarded as possessions

We can use them 

But in the back of our mind 

Must always be

They are not the fruits of my labor

They have not been cultivated by me

Using any means whatsoever