Haiku Poem | Maybe?

These three lines came to mind. And I thought it was Haiku. Maybe not. I am looking into it.  A website I found is below. Do you know Haiku?

Gleaming white!
Jet black legs, beak. Yellow feet.
Summer, a Heron!

Haiku for people: http://www.toyomasu.com/haiku/

“Finish each day and be done with it. You have done what you could; some blunders and absurdities have crept in; forget them as soon as you can. Tomorrow is a new day; you shall begin it serenely and with too high a spirit to be encumbered with your old nonsense.” –Ralph Waldo Emerson


Kabir | Poet | Mystic | Philosopher



Like Ramana Maharshi, who was also awake, Kabir did not have a particular religion.  He was also very critical of all sects in India, which is probably a reason for his universal appeal.  It is said that when he died his Hindu and Muslim followers were quarreling over his remains. They then heard a voice asking them to lift the shroud covering the body. When they did they only found flowers.

Some of his poems:

Do not go to the garden of flowers!

O friend! go not there;

In your body is the garden of flowers.

Take your seat on the thousand petals of the

lotus, and there gaze on the infinite beauty.

**************                –Kabir

Hang up the swing of love today!

Hang the body and the mind between the

arms of the beloved, in the ecstasy of love’s joy:

Bring the tearful streams of the rainy clouds

to your eyes, and cover your heart with

the shadow of darkness:

Bring your face nearer to his ear, and speak

of the deepest longings of your heart.

Kabir says: `Listen to me brother! bring the

vision of the Beloved in your heart.’


Are you looking for me? I am in the next seat.

My shoulder is against yours.

you will not find me in the stupas, not in Indian shrine

rooms, nor in synagogues, nor in cathedrals:

not in masses, nor kirtans, not in legs winding

around your own neck, nor in eating nothing but


When you really look for me, you will see me

instantly —

you will find me in the tiniest house of time.

Kabir says: Student, tell me, what is God?

He is the breath inside the breath.

More about Kabir at: http://www.poetry-chaikhana.com/K/Kabir/


Kabir | A Poem

An interesting poem by Kabir:

“Friend, hope for the Guest while you are alive.
Jump into the experience while you are alive!
Think….and think….while you are alive.
What you call salvation belongs to the time before death.

If you don’t break your ropes while you are alive,
do you think ghosts will do it after?

The idea that the soul will join with the ecstatic
just because the body is rotten-
that is all fantasy.
What is found now is found then.
If you find nothing now,
you will simply end up with an apartment in the City of Death.
If you make love with the divine now, in the next life you will
have the face of satisfied desire.

So plunge into the truth, find out who the Teacher is,
Believe in the Great Sound.

Kabir says this: When the guest is being searched for,
it is the intensity of the longing for the Guest that does all the work.
Look at me, and you will see a slave of that intensity.”

Today’s quote: “Drop the “me” and there is Nirvana here and now”–Buddha

A Short Poem | The Hobbit | JRR Tolkien

“The road goes ever on and on,

Down from the door where it began.

Now far ahead the road has gone,

and I must follow if I can.

Pursuing it with eager feet,

until it joins some larger way

where many paths and errands meet.

And wither then? I cannot say.”

–J. R. R. Tolkien in “The Hobbit”

J. R. R. Tolkien was once asked in an interview if his books were allegorical. He responded that they were not, that they were just entertainment. I am convinced that professor Tolkien was pulling the interviewer’s leg. What do you think? Have you read Tolkien?

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