Now it is time to sit quiet, face to face with thee, and to sing dedication of life in this silent and overflowing leisure.

Rabindranath Tagore

The heart can think of no devotion Greater than being shore to the ocean- Holding the curve of one position, Counting an endless repetition.

It is the same life that emerges in joy through the dust of the earth into numberless waves of flower.

Clouds come floating into my life from other days no longer to shed rain or usher storm but to give colour to my sunset sky.

Stray birds of summer come to my window to sing and fly away. And yellow leaves of autumn, which have no songs, flutter and fall there with a sigh.

I sit at my window gazing The world passes by, nods to me And is gone.

To the birds you gave songs, the birds gave you songs in return. You gave me only a voice, yet asked for more, thus I sing.

Dalai LamaSpiritual Leader

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