Din lirica internationala
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Din lirica internationala
Rezumarea primului mesaj :
Invata...
Invata de la ape sa ai statornic drum,
Invata de la flacari ca toate-s numai fum,
Invata de la umbra sa taci si sa veghezi,
Invata de la stanca cum neclintit sa sezi,
Invata de la soare cum trebuie s-apui,
Invata de la piatra cat trebuie sa spui,
Invata de la vantul ce-adie pe poteci
Cum trebuie prin viata de neclintit sa treci.
Invata de la vierme ca nimeni nu-i uitat,
Invata de la nufar sa fii mereu curat,
Invata de la flacari ce-avem de ars in noi,
Invata de la ape sa nu dai inapoi,
Invata de la umbra sa fii smerit ca ea,
Invata de la stanca sa-nfrunti furtuna grea,
Invata de la soare ca vremea sa-ti cunosti
Invata de la stele ca-n cer sunt multe osti.
Invata de la greier, cand singur esti, sa canti,
Invata de la luna sa nu te inspaimanti,
Invata de la floare sa fii curat ca ea,
Invata de la oaie sa ai blandetea sa,
Priveste sus la vulturi cand umeri-ti sunt grei
Si du-te la furnica sa vezi povara ei,
Invata de la pasari sa fii mai mult in zbor,
Invata de la toate, ca totu-i trecator.
Ia seama, fiu al jertfei, prin lumea-n care treci
Sa-nveti din tot ce piere, cum sa traiesti in veci.
(din lirica norvegiana)
Invata...
Invata de la ape sa ai statornic drum,
Invata de la flacari ca toate-s numai fum,
Invata de la umbra sa taci si sa veghezi,
Invata de la stanca cum neclintit sa sezi,
Invata de la soare cum trebuie s-apui,
Invata de la piatra cat trebuie sa spui,
Invata de la vantul ce-adie pe poteci
Cum trebuie prin viata de neclintit sa treci.
Invata de la vierme ca nimeni nu-i uitat,
Invata de la nufar sa fii mereu curat,
Invata de la flacari ce-avem de ars in noi,
Invata de la ape sa nu dai inapoi,
Invata de la umbra sa fii smerit ca ea,
Invata de la stanca sa-nfrunti furtuna grea,
Invata de la soare ca vremea sa-ti cunosti
Invata de la stele ca-n cer sunt multe osti.
Invata de la greier, cand singur esti, sa canti,
Invata de la luna sa nu te inspaimanti,
Invata de la floare sa fii curat ca ea,
Invata de la oaie sa ai blandetea sa,
Priveste sus la vulturi cand umeri-ti sunt grei
Si du-te la furnica sa vezi povara ei,
Invata de la pasari sa fii mai mult in zbor,
Invata de la toate, ca totu-i trecator.
Ia seama, fiu al jertfei, prin lumea-n care treci
Sa-nveti din tot ce piere, cum sa traiesti in veci.
(din lirica norvegiana)
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Poems on Tolerance
by Sri Chinmoy
Tolerance
Is a secret and sacred way
To enrich our human life.
~
Strength and tolerance
Must be eternal partners
To be victorious in life.
~
India is not Hindu, Muslim or Buddhist.
India is India.
Its tolerance is more than ready
To freely house all religions.
~
Tolerance is not peace,
But from tolerance,
In the near or distant future,
Peace may blossom.
~
If I cannot have compassion-power,
Let me have forgiveness-power.
If I cannot have forgiveness-power,
Let me have tolerance-power.
If I cannot have tolerance-power,
Let me at least delay
My judgement-power.
by Sri Chinmoy
Tolerance
Is a secret and sacred way
To enrich our human life.
~
Strength and tolerance
Must be eternal partners
To be victorious in life.
~
India is not Hindu, Muslim or Buddhist.
India is India.
Its tolerance is more than ready
To freely house all religions.
~
Tolerance is not peace,
But from tolerance,
In the near or distant future,
Peace may blossom.
~
If I cannot have compassion-power,
Let me have forgiveness-power.
If I cannot have forgiveness-power,
Let me have tolerance-power.
If I cannot have tolerance-power,
Let me at least delay
My judgement-power.
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Sri Aurobindo Poetry
"Death's grip can break our bodies, not our souls;
If death take him, I too know how to die.
Let Fate do with me what she will or can;
I am stronger than death and greater than my fate;
My love shall outlast the world, doom falls from me
Helpless against my immortality."
- From Savitri
"Death's grip can break our bodies, not our souls;
If death take him, I too know how to die.
Let Fate do with me what she will or can;
I am stronger than death and greater than my fate;
My love shall outlast the world, doom falls from me
Helpless against my immortality."
- From Savitri
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Life
Mystic Miracle, daughter of Delight,
Life, thou ecstasy,
Let the radius of thy flight
Be eternity.
On thy wings thou bearest high
Glory and disdain,
Godhead and mortality,
Ecstasy and pain.
Take me in thy wild embrace
Without weak reserve
Body dire and unveiled face;
Faint not, Life, nor swerve.
All thy bliss I would explore,
All thy tyranny.
Cruel like the lion's roar,
Sweet like springtide be.
Like a Titan I would take,
Like a God enjoy,
Like a man contend and make,
Revel like a boy.
More I will not ask of thee,
Nor my fate would choose;
King or conquered let me be,
Live or lose.
Even in rags I am a god;
Fallen, I am divine;
High I triumph when down-trod,
Long I live when slain.
By: Sri Aurobindo
Mystic Miracle, daughter of Delight,
Life, thou ecstasy,
Let the radius of thy flight
Be eternity.
On thy wings thou bearest high
Glory and disdain,
Godhead and mortality,
Ecstasy and pain.
Take me in thy wild embrace
Without weak reserve
Body dire and unveiled face;
Faint not, Life, nor swerve.
All thy bliss I would explore,
All thy tyranny.
Cruel like the lion's roar,
Sweet like springtide be.
Like a Titan I would take,
Like a God enjoy,
Like a man contend and make,
Revel like a boy.
More I will not ask of thee,
Nor my fate would choose;
King or conquered let me be,
Live or lose.
Even in rags I am a god;
Fallen, I am divine;
High I triumph when down-trod,
Long I live when slain.
By: Sri Aurobindo
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Evolution (revised)
I passed into a lucent still abode
And saw as in a mirror crystalline
An ancient Force ascending serpentine
The unhasting spirals of the aeonic road.
Earth was a cradle for the arriving god
And man but a half-dark half-luminous sign
Of the transition of the veiled Divine
From Matter's sleep and the tormented load
Of ignorant life and death to the Spirit's light.
Mind liberated swam Light's ocean vast,
And life escaped from its grey tortured line;
I saw Matter illumining its parent Night.
The soul could feel into infinity cast
Timeless God-bliss the heart incarnadine.
1938
(revised 22-3-1944)
Sri Aurobindo
I passed into a lucent still abode
And saw as in a mirror crystalline
An ancient Force ascending serpentine
The unhasting spirals of the aeonic road.
Earth was a cradle for the arriving god
And man but a half-dark half-luminous sign
Of the transition of the veiled Divine
From Matter's sleep and the tormented load
Of ignorant life and death to the Spirit's light.
Mind liberated swam Light's ocean vast,
And life escaped from its grey tortured line;
I saw Matter illumining its parent Night.
The soul could feel into infinity cast
Timeless God-bliss the heart incarnadine.
1938
(revised 22-3-1944)
Sri Aurobindo
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Cosmic Consciousness
I have wrapped the wide world in my wider self
And Time and Space my spirit's seeing are.
I am the god and demon, ghost and elf,
I am the wind's speed and the blazing star.
All Nature is the nursling of my care,
I am its struggle and the eternal rest;
The world's joy thrilling runs through me, I bear
The sorrow of millions in my lonely breast.
I have learned a close identity with all,
Yet am by nothing bound that I become;
Carrying in me the universe's call
I mount to my imperishable home.
I pass beyond Time and life on measureless wings,
Yet still am one with born and unborn things.
28-7-1938
Sri Aurobindo
I have wrapped the wide world in my wider self
And Time and Space my spirit's seeing are.
I am the god and demon, ghost and elf,
I am the wind's speed and the blazing star.
All Nature is the nursling of my care,
I am its struggle and the eternal rest;
The world's joy thrilling runs through me, I bear
The sorrow of millions in my lonely breast.
I have learned a close identity with all,
Yet am by nothing bound that I become;
Carrying in me the universe's call
I mount to my imperishable home.
I pass beyond Time and life on measureless wings,
Yet still am one with born and unborn things.
28-7-1938
Sri Aurobindo
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Sri Aurobindo, Indian nationalist, poet, philosopher and Spiritual Guru was born in Calcutta on 15th August 1872.
Sri Aurobindo spent his formative years in England studying at St Paul’s and Trinity College where he excelled in the study of Literature and the Classics. In 1892 he returned to India where he became heavily involved in the Indian independence movement, he was a natural leader and one of the most radical nationalist politicians. Because of his radicalism, in 1908 Sri Aurobindo was arrested on suspicion of being involved in a bomb plot and was remanded in Alipore jail. It was here in jail that Sri Aurobindo had significant spiritual experiences, he became aware of a divine inner guidance and also realised the omnipresence of God even in a darkened prison cell.
Sri Aurobindo spent his formative years in England studying at St Paul’s and Trinity College where he excelled in the study of Literature and the Classics. In 1892 he returned to India where he became heavily involved in the Indian independence movement, he was a natural leader and one of the most radical nationalist politicians. Because of his radicalism, in 1908 Sri Aurobindo was arrested on suspicion of being involved in a bomb plot and was remanded in Alipore jail. It was here in jail that Sri Aurobindo had significant spiritual experiences, he became aware of a divine inner guidance and also realised the omnipresence of God even in a darkened prison cell.
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"The vast universal suffering feel as thine:
Thou must bear the sorrow that thou claimst to heal;
The day-bringer must walk in darkest night.
He who would save the world must share its pain.
If he knows not grief, how shall he find grief's cure?
If far he walks above mortality's head,
How shall the mortal reach that too high path?
If one of theirs they see scale heaven's peaks,
Men then can hope to learn that titan climb.
God must be born on earth and be as man
That man being human may grow even as God."
- From Savitri by Sri Aurobindo
Thou must bear the sorrow that thou claimst to heal;
The day-bringer must walk in darkest night.
He who would save the world must share its pain.
If he knows not grief, how shall he find grief's cure?
If far he walks above mortality's head,
How shall the mortal reach that too high path?
If one of theirs they see scale heaven's peaks,
Men then can hope to learn that titan climb.
God must be born on earth and be as man
That man being human may grow even as God."
- From Savitri by Sri Aurobindo
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Metamorfozele iubirii
Charles Baudelaire
Femeia langa mine se zvarcolea salbatec
Asemeni unui sarpe zvarlit pe un jaratec
Si framantandu-si sanii molatec si barbar
Cu gura ei de fraga rosti dulceag si rar:
- Am buze moi si-n ele am tainica stiinta
De-a pierde-n orice clipa, pe-un pat, o constiinta.
Adorm orice durere pe sanii mei zglobii.
Batranii vin la mine cu zambet de copii.
Si pentru-acela care ma vede-o data goala
Sunt cer, sunt soare, luna si neliniste astrala!
In voluptati atata de priceputa sunt
Cand pe-un barbat in brate il strang si il framant
Sau cand imi darui sanii sa-i muste si sa-i suga,
Timida sau lasciva, puternica sau sluga,
Ca-n patul care geme de-ncolaciri feline
Toti ingerii nevolnici s-ar pierde pentru mine!
Cand din ciolane vlaga si maduva mi-a stors
Iar eu cu lenevie spre dansa m-am intors
Sa-i dau o sarutare de dragoste, zarii
Doar un burduf cu pantec umflat de murdarii!
O clipa-am inchis ochii cuprins de-o spaima mare,
Si cand i-am deschis iarasi spre zarile solare,
In locul unde monstrul, cu-o clipa mai-nainte,
Statea-mbibat de sange, puternic si scarbos,
Vazui acum un maldar de mucede-oseminte
Scotand din ele-un sunet scrasnit si fioros,
Un scartait de tabla strident, ca o morisca
Pe care vantul, iarna, in nopti pustii o misca.
Charles Baudelaire
Femeia langa mine se zvarcolea salbatec
Asemeni unui sarpe zvarlit pe un jaratec
Si framantandu-si sanii molatec si barbar
Cu gura ei de fraga rosti dulceag si rar:
- Am buze moi si-n ele am tainica stiinta
De-a pierde-n orice clipa, pe-un pat, o constiinta.
Adorm orice durere pe sanii mei zglobii.
Batranii vin la mine cu zambet de copii.
Si pentru-acela care ma vede-o data goala
Sunt cer, sunt soare, luna si neliniste astrala!
In voluptati atata de priceputa sunt
Cand pe-un barbat in brate il strang si il framant
Sau cand imi darui sanii sa-i muste si sa-i suga,
Timida sau lasciva, puternica sau sluga,
Ca-n patul care geme de-ncolaciri feline
Toti ingerii nevolnici s-ar pierde pentru mine!
Cand din ciolane vlaga si maduva mi-a stors
Iar eu cu lenevie spre dansa m-am intors
Sa-i dau o sarutare de dragoste, zarii
Doar un burduf cu pantec umflat de murdarii!
O clipa-am inchis ochii cuprins de-o spaima mare,
Si cand i-am deschis iarasi spre zarile solare,
In locul unde monstrul, cu-o clipa mai-nainte,
Statea-mbibat de sange, puternic si scarbos,
Vazui acum un maldar de mucede-oseminte
Scotand din ele-un sunet scrasnit si fioros,
Un scartait de tabla strident, ca o morisca
Pe care vantul, iarna, in nopti pustii o misca.
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Unei trecatoare
Charles Baudelaire
Asurzitoare, strada în jurul meu mugea.
Înalta si subtire, durere maiestuoasa
În voalurile-i negre de doliu, fastuoasa
Si mîndra, o femeie trecu prin fata mea
Cu sprinten mers si zvelte picioare statuare.
Eu ma-mbatam privind-o si beam ca pe-un venin,
Din ochiul ei, cer vînat de uragane plin,
Placerea ce ucide si vraja care doare.
Un fulger... apoi noaptea! - Faptura fara drum,
Tu care cu-o privire m-ai renascut deodata,
Abia în vesnicie te voi vedea de-acum?
În alte parti, departe! tîrziu! sau niciodata!
Caci nu-mi cunosti cararea, nu stiu spre ce mergeai,
O, tu zadarnic draga, o, tu care stiai!
Charles Baudelaire
Asurzitoare, strada în jurul meu mugea.
Înalta si subtire, durere maiestuoasa
În voalurile-i negre de doliu, fastuoasa
Si mîndra, o femeie trecu prin fata mea
Cu sprinten mers si zvelte picioare statuare.
Eu ma-mbatam privind-o si beam ca pe-un venin,
Din ochiul ei, cer vînat de uragane plin,
Placerea ce ucide si vraja care doare.
Un fulger... apoi noaptea! - Faptura fara drum,
Tu care cu-o privire m-ai renascut deodata,
Abia în vesnicie te voi vedea de-acum?
În alte parti, departe! tîrziu! sau niciodata!
Caci nu-mi cunosti cararea, nu stiu spre ce mergeai,
O, tu zadarnic draga, o, tu care stiai!
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Imi placea mult.....intr-o vreme.... cand eram mai trista si depresiva.
Apoi, dupa ce am cunoscut "marea iubire", nu l-am mai inteles
Apoi, dupa ce am cunoscut "marea iubire", nu l-am mai inteles
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