The Way that can be spoken of
Is not the constant Way;
The name that can be named
Is not the constant name.
The nameless was the beginning of heaven and earth;
The named was the mother of the Ten Thousand Things.
Hence, always rid yourself of desires in order to observe
The secrets of the Way.
But always allow yourself to have desires in order to observe its manifestations.
These two are the same
But diverge in name as they issue forth.
Being the same they are called mysteries,
Mystery upon mystery--
The gateway of the manifold secrets.
Wednesday, January 5, 2011
SPRING
:::SPRING:::
All ruins, the empire; mountains and rivers in view.
To the city, spring: grass and trees are thick.
The times strike. Before flowers, tears break loose.
Separation cuts. Birds startle our heart.
Beacon fires continued for three months on end.
A letter from home is worth thousands of gold pieces.
White hair, scratched, becomes thinner and thinner,
So thin it can hardly hold a pin.
The nation shattered, mountains and river remain;
city in spring, grass and trees burgeoning.
Feeling the times, blossoms draw tears;
hating separation, birds alarm the heart.
Beacon fires three months in succession,
a letter from home worth ten thousand in gold.
White hairs, fewer for the scratching,
soon too few to hold a hairpin up.
White birds over the grey river.
Scarlet flowers on the green hills.
I watch the Spring go by and wonder
If I shall ever return home.
In fallen States hills and streams are found,
Cities have Spring, grass and leaves abound;
Though at such times flowers might drop tears,
Parting from mates, birds have hidden fears:
The beacon fires have now linked three moons,
Making home news worth ten thousand coins;
An old grey head scratched at each mishap
Has dwindling hair, does not fit its cap!
--Sicilian
All ruins, the empire; mountains and rivers in view.
To the city, spring: grass and trees are thick.
The times strike. Before flowers, tears break loose.
Separation cuts. Birds startle our heart.
Beacon fires continued for three months on end.
A letter from home is worth thousands of gold pieces.
White hair, scratched, becomes thinner and thinner,
So thin it can hardly hold a pin.
The nation shattered, mountains and river remain;
city in spring, grass and trees burgeoning.
Feeling the times, blossoms draw tears;
hating separation, birds alarm the heart.
Beacon fires three months in succession,
a letter from home worth ten thousand in gold.
White hairs, fewer for the scratching,
soon too few to hold a hairpin up.
White birds over the grey river.
Scarlet flowers on the green hills.
I watch the Spring go by and wonder
If I shall ever return home.
In fallen States hills and streams are found,
Cities have Spring, grass and leaves abound;
Though at such times flowers might drop tears,
Parting from mates, birds have hidden fears:
The beacon fires have now linked three moons,
Making home news worth ten thousand coins;
An old grey head scratched at each mishap
Has dwindling hair, does not fit its cap!
--Sicilian
Bondhu der jonno...love u all
"BONDHU" MAANE!!!
"Bondhu" maane rater sesh-e shotej ekta bhor,
"Bondhu" maane moner majhe ononto kisor;
"Bondho" maane sorot kaler snighdo nill akash,
"Bondhu" maane shara jibno pashe thakar asshash...
"Bondhu" maane meghla dupur... sishir veja bhor,
"Bondhu" maane moner majhe sajano koishor;
"Bondhu" maane vishon khushi ektu obhimaan,
"Bondhu" maane moner majhe ekta govir taan...
"Bondhu" maane ek kotha te bangla band er gaan,
"Bondhu" maane khoje pawa harano nijer pran;
"Bondhu" maane ochenaar bhire ekta manush chena,
"Bondhu" tomay chini na ami tobu-o laage chena...
--SUBHRO
"Bondhu" maane rater sesh-e shotej ekta bhor,
"Bondhu" maane moner majhe ononto kisor;
"Bondho" maane sorot kaler snighdo nill akash,
"Bondhu" maane shara jibno pashe thakar asshash...
"Bondhu" maane meghla dupur... sishir veja bhor,
"Bondhu" maane moner majhe sajano koishor;
"Bondhu" maane vishon khushi ektu obhimaan,
"Bondhu" maane moner majhe ekta govir taan...
"Bondhu" maane ek kotha te bangla band er gaan,
"Bondhu" maane khoje pawa harano nijer pran;
"Bondhu" maane ochenaar bhire ekta manush chena,
"Bondhu" tomay chini na ami tobu-o laage chena...
--SUBHRO
"Tumi"
TUMI
Dekhechi ami vorer poddo,
Aaj o cheye dekhi...
Tobu tomar shei shorolotar choa,
Dekhini tahar o majhe.
Mone pore shei chotoo bela;
Hati hati paa paar dinguli,
Maa-baba r shei sneho vora hath dhore,
Jani aaj o hete cholecho tumi,
Shei momota vora choa niye.
Tomar jibon protikkha kore
Shei valobashar sporsho pete,
Je aaj o bose ache poth cheye
Tomar e kache kinba dur shimante.
Neel rong chilo vishon priyo,
Tai sob kichu neeliye deo;
Tobe rekho mone ekti kotha
Jibon boro e bastob,
Jemon acho temon e theko...
--SUBHRO
Dekhechi ami vorer poddo,
Aaj o cheye dekhi...
Tobu tomar shei shorolotar choa,
Dekhini tahar o majhe.
Mone pore shei chotoo bela;
Hati hati paa paar dinguli,
Maa-baba r shei sneho vora hath dhore,
Jani aaj o hete cholecho tumi,
Shei momota vora choa niye.
Tomar jibon protikkha kore
Shei valobashar sporsho pete,
Je aaj o bose ache poth cheye
Tomar e kache kinba dur shimante.
Neel rong chilo vishon priyo,
Tai sob kichu neeliye deo;
Tobe rekho mone ekti kotha
Jibon boro e bastob,
Jemon acho temon e theko...
--SUBHRO
Explore Self...
Hello guys...
Those who have visited my profile,must have read about myself...."m still exploring myself...help me out...:)"
"This lifetime is not enough for anyone to know oneself". Our body is constantly changing, day to day activities,knowledge sharing and many instances. Our mind in in flux;it is always changing with plenty of evil n good thoughts.The same person behaves differently in different situations...why is it so???...is it that we take multiple birth. How many births we took and all these bodies dies,still we remaind untouched by death. Change is bound to happen. Now the question arises is......who knows all these?
I m afraid its we and only we who are witnessing such changes happening to both our mind and body contineously.
"The self is pure existance and a witness".In self-awareness there is joy.
But is it easy to explore self???Remember that stage is reached when our consciousness (self) is immortal and the body is mortal.
An Enlightned being being would say---
" If it is birth that is fine,even if it is death that is also fine....as nothing can happen to self"
The self-realised one would say---
"what can death take away from me...nothing.
let it happen watsoever...why worries".
"This is the beauty of self exploration...which is the next step to immortality".
Those who have visited my profile,must have read about myself...."m still exploring myself...help me out...:)"
"This lifetime is not enough for anyone to know oneself". Our body is constantly changing, day to day activities,knowledge sharing and many instances. Our mind in in flux;it is always changing with plenty of evil n good thoughts.The same person behaves differently in different situations...why is it so???...is it that we take multiple birth. How many births we took and all these bodies dies,still we remaind untouched by death. Change is bound to happen. Now the question arises is......who knows all these?
I m afraid its we and only we who are witnessing such changes happening to both our mind and body contineously.
"The self is pure existance and a witness".In self-awareness there is joy.
But is it easy to explore self???Remember that stage is reached when our consciousness (self) is immortal and the body is mortal.
An Enlightned being being would say---
" If it is birth that is fine,even if it is death that is also fine....as nothing can happen to self"
The self-realised one would say---
"what can death take away from me...nothing.
let it happen watsoever...why worries".
"This is the beauty of self exploration...which is the next step to immortality".
Everything in my life::::Re-commenced
This is dec 2010...i left college last may only...one of my friend posted on his wall..."Bondhu okon vhawal point thikia Link road 10 taka,medical gele 15, REC gele bujila auto bhara dite dite pocket kana hoijaibo.. okon kau etar mode bondhu kau 'happening' kila hoito"
Haha those who dont understnd i cant help...can give a brief,that the guy told about the hike in auto fare from silchar town to nit(REC)...
I remember we used to hire auto(abdul da) from nit n go to jhalupara for momo(worlds delicieous place for momo)...n on the way back to hostel frnds were on the high and autowala was scared to take us...
I being a localide among all used to bargain with the autowala... kita re ba jaibay nii rec??
Friendship,hostel,my room,canteen,adda,pulling othrs legs,nits cafe,premtala,nahaz,silchar n its roads,lots of memories recollected by my friend's status...hope i can go back to those days...4 years...miss u silchar,miss u nits...n lastly miss the auto ride....:)
Haha those who dont understnd i cant help...can give a brief,that the guy told about the hike in auto fare from silchar town to nit(REC)...
I remember we used to hire auto(abdul da) from nit n go to jhalupara for momo(worlds delicieous place for momo)...n on the way back to hostel frnds were on the high and autowala was scared to take us...
I being a localide among all used to bargain with the autowala... kita re ba jaibay nii rec??
Friendship,hostel,my room,canteen,adda,pulling othrs legs,nits cafe,premtala,nahaz,silchar n its roads,lots of memories recollected by my friend's status...hope i can go back to those days...4 years...miss u silchar,miss u nits...n lastly miss the auto ride....:)
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