I Am Restless

I am restless. I am athirst for far-away things.
My soul goes out in a longing to touch the skirt of the dim distance.
O Great Beyond, O the keen call of thy flute!
I forget, I ever forget, that I have no wings to fly, that I am bound in this spot evermore.

I am eager and wakeful, I am a stranger in a strange land.
Thy breath comes to me whispering an impossible hope.
Thy tongue is known to my heart as its very own.
O Far-to-seek, O the keen call of thy flute!
I forget, I ever forget, that I know not the way, that I have not the winged horse.

I am listless, I am a wanderer in my heart.
In the sunny haze of the languid hours, what vast vision of thine takes shape in the blue of the sky!
O Farthest end, O the keen call of thy flute!
I forget, I ever forget, that the gates are shut everywhere in the house where I dwell alone!

~ Rabindranath Tagore

destination

"The end of religion is the beginning of spirituality. 

The end of spirituality is the beginning of reality, 

and the end of reality is real Bliss. 

When that too is gone, we have reached the destination."

~ Babuji Maharaj 

Bhagavad Gita

vyasa

Perseverance in (seeking to gain) the knowledge

of the Supreme Spirit, and perception of the gain

that comes from knowledge of the truth,

This is called knowledge :

all that is contrary to this is ignorance.

 Bhagavad Gita 13:11

The Parent's Tao Te Ching

Make the Ordinary Come Alive

Do not ask your children

to strive for extraordinary lives.

Such striving may seem admirable,

but it is a way of foolishness.

Help them instead to find the wonder

and the marvel of an ordinary life.

Show them the joy of tasting

tomatoes, apples, and pears.

Show them how to cry

when pets and people die.

Show them the infinite pleasure

in the touch of a hand.

And make the ordinary come alive for them.

The extraordinary will take care of itself.

By William Martin