Yesterday morn as I, startled, from my dream awoke, Wondering how’s it that my beloved’s at my side? Even as with cock’s-crow the sunlight broke Hesitantly, through the wide Open windows of her boudoir, falling On her disheveled hair, fell back I, recalling How she’d let go last night, undoing her... Sign in to see full entry.
This write-up is based as replies to GoldeMean's various queries as per my understanding and to the best of my inferential experiences. Karma is broadly to be understood to include both the cause and effect principle, action and its result as the fruit of actions. Karma is a cosmic design and not... Sign in to see full entry.
Tonight’s the darkest of windless nights Up there, in limitless heights Sat twinkling stars burning bright Utter silence! Yet they seem To converse in hushed whisper Rapt in attention, I tried to listen intently The vast void separating them, billions in miles, Converged, the friendly cluster beamed... Sign in to see full entry.
GoldenMean has raised a sincere query on the philosophy of Karma observing,'if even lowly humans can see the shortcomings in the principle of karmic justice how can it be the best if it uses evil abuse and crime, in order to enforce karma upon people? It is misunderstood by people who believe in it,... Sign in to see full entry.
The inherent resident quarter of all beings is universal: a body is otherwise a corpse without the spirit as its body-current or the life-giving force. At the outside, the body is one extremity; in between are progresssively, the layers of our diffentiated existence - the mind (emotions, feelings),... Sign in to see full entry.
The most popular poet of the Victorian era, Alfred, Lord Tennyson wrote the poem Crossing the Bar in 1889, three years before he died in 1892. The lines came to him in a flash of inspiration while ferry-crossing from Lymington to Yarmouth of the strait Solent. The image of the sea is used as a... Sign in to see full entry.
It was almst around the end of the eighteenth century that there arose in France a heated debate over the question as to whether the writers of the modern age of science and reason were superior to the mythcal and superstitious limited world of the Ancient Greek and Roman writers. Those who favoured... Sign in to see full entry.
Just as the dying breath of a good man is silent and imperceptible, so should no violent sorrow show the world how much they loved; thus wishes John Donne in his poem A Valediction: Forbidding Mourning, one of the finest of his metaphysical poetries of love. The mysterious indefinable love for his... Sign in to see full entry.
Batter my heart, three-person'd God; for you As yet but knock; breathe, shine, and seek to mend; That I may rise, and stand, o'erthrow me, and bend Your force, to break, blow, burn, and make me new. I, like an usurp'd town, to another due, Labour to admit you, but O, to no end. Reason, your viceroy... Sign in to see full entry.
Dreams are a wonderfully compensatory mechanism given us by God, one that sustains us through the thick and thins of life. They make come back to life all that ever was dear to us - lost or dead. This is brought out so beautifully and tellingly in Donne’s The Dream, in a style typical of the... Sign in to see full entry.