I would rather be ashes than dust;
I would rather that my spark should burn
out in a brilliant blaze than it should be stifled by dry-rot;
I would rather be in a superb meteor, every atom of me in
magnificent glow than in a sleepy and permanent planet;
the proper function of man is to live, not to
exist;
I shall not waste my days in trying to prolong them;
I shall USE my time.
Jack London
Abou Ben Adhem
Abou Ben Adhem (may his tribe increase)
Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace,
And saw, within the moonlight in his room,
Making it rich, and like a lily in bloom,
An Angel writing in a book of gold:
Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold,
And to the Presence in the room he said,
“What writest thou?” The Vision raised its head,
And with a look made of all sweet accord
Answered, “The names of those who love the Lord.”
“And is mine one?” said Abou. “Nay, not so,”
Replied the Angel. Abou spoke more low,
But cheerly still; and said, “I pray thee, then,
Write me as one that loves his fellow-men.”
The Angel wrote, and vanished. The next night
It came again with a great wakening light,
And showed the names whom love of God had blessed,
And, lo! Ben Adhem’s name led all the rest!
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Daown asked, "What is the meaning of the great buddhadharma?"
Shitou said, "Not attaining. Not knowing."
Daown asked, "Is there anything
beyond this?"
Shitou said, "The sky does not obstruct the white cloud's flight."
Greetings for patricia from bharat
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