Sabtu, 20 April 2013


I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high over valleys and hills
When all at once I saw a crowd
A host of golden daffodils
Beside the lake beneath the trees
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze
Continous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way
They streched in never ending line
Along the margin of a bay
Ten thosand I saw at a glance
Tosing their heads in sprightly dance
The waves beside them dance, but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee
A poet cannot but be gay
In such a jocund company
I gazed and gazed but little thought
What wealth the show to me has brought
For often when on my couch I lie
In vacant or pensive mood
The flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude
And then my heart with pleasure fills
And dances with the daffodils.
(William Wordsworth Longfellow)

Rabu, 03 April 2013


Self is what you are
You are that fathomlessness
In which experience and concepts appear
Self is the moment that has no coming or going
It is the heart, Atman, Emptiness,
It shines to itself, by itself, in itself,
Self is what gives breath to life
You need not search for it,
It is here
You are that through which you would search
You are what you are looking for,
And that is all it is
Only self is.
(From, prose and poetry of Dancing Emptiness
Sri H W L Poona)