Francisco de Assis

"He, who works with his hands, is a workman.
He, who works with his hands and his head, is a craftsman.
He, who works with his hands and his head and his heart, is an artist."

S. Francisco de Assis

segunda-feira, 26 de outubro de 2009

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The Guest

I have discovered my deep deathless being:
Masked by my front of mind, immense, serene
It meets the world with an Immortal's seeing,
A god-spectator of the human scene.

No pain and sorrow of the heart and flesh
Can tread that pure and voiceless sanctuary.
Danger and fear, Fate's hounds, slipping their leash
Rend body and nerve, - the timeless Spirit is free.

Awake, God's ray and witness in my breast,
In the undying substance of my soul
Flamelike, inscrutable the almighty Guest.
Death nearer comes and Destiny takes her toll;

He hears the blows that shatter Nature's house:
Calm sits He, formidable, luminous.



Sri Aurobindo

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