Poetseers Poem of Day

The First Jasmines

2006-11-24T09:35:00.000-08:00

The First Jasmines

Ah, these jasmines, these white jasmines!
I seem to remember the first day when I filled my hands
with these jasmines, these white jasmines.

I have loved the sunlight, the sky and the green earth;
I have heard the liquid murmur of the river
through the darkness of midnight;
Autumn sunsets have come to me at the bend of the road
in the lonely waste, like a bride raising her veil
to accept her lover.
Yet my memory is still sweet with the first white jasmines
that I held in my hands when I was a child.

Many a glad day has come in my life,
and I have laughed with merrymakers on festival nights.

On grey mornings of rain
I have crooned many an idle song.

I have worn round my neck the evening wreath of
BAKULAS woven by the hand of love.

Yet my heart is sweet with the memory of the first fresh jasmines
that filled my hands when I was a child.

By: Rabindranath Tagore

Photo by Sharani : from Sri Chinmoy Centre Galleries

2006-10-27T00:21:00.001-07:00

The Interest without the Capital

The lover's food is the love of the bread;
no bread need be at hand:
no one who is sincere in his love is a slave to existence.

Lovers have nothing to do with with with existence;
lovers have the interest without the capital.

Without wings they fly around the world;
without hands they carry the polo ball off the field.

That dervish who caught the scent of Reality
used to weave basket even though his hand had been cut off.

Lover have pitched their tents in nonexistence:
they are of one quality and one essence, as nonexistence is.

By: Rumi

Poems on Love

Photo by Abedan : from Sri Chinmoy Centre Galleries

Unesco have declared 2007 is the International Year of Rumi

Bivouac On A Mountain Side

2006-10-27T00:21:00.000-07:00

I see before me now a traveling army halting,
Below a fertile valley spread, with barns and the orchards of summer,
Behind, the terraced sides of a mountain, abrupt, in places rising high,
Broken, with rocks, with clinging cedars, with tall shapes dingily seen,
The numerous camp-fires scatter'd near and far, some away up on the mountain,
The shadowy forms of men and horses, looming, large-sized,flickering,
And over all the sky-the sky! far, far out of reach, studded,
breaking out, the eternal stars.

By: Walt Whitman

Poems on Mountains

Photo by Sergey : from Sri Chinmoy Centre Galleries

Friendship Poems

2006-10-24T15:36:00.000-07:00

Friendship is
No fragile human bond.
Friendship is
A strong oneness-bridge.

I am so proud of my friends,
For all of them are
Genuine peace-prophets.

Sincerity-bud-beauty
Is my mind's safeguard-friend.
Purity-blossom-fragrance
Is my heart's safeguard-friend.

Poems on Friendship by Sri Chinmoy

Sunrise Silence

2006-10-11T11:35:00.000-07:00

In Sunrise- Silence,
Our waking mind
Becomes the lover
Of Peace.

By: Sri Chinmoy

I Know That He Exists

2006-10-08T07:12:00.000-07:00

I know that He exists.
Somewhere -- in Silence --
He has hid his rare life
From our gross eyes.

'Tis an instant's play.
'Tis a fond Ambush --
Just to make Bliss
Earn her own surprise!

But -- should the play
Prove piercing earnest --
Should the glee -- glaze --
In Death's -- stiff -- stare --

Would not the fun
Look too expensive!
Would not the jest --
Have crawled too far!

By: Emily Dickinson

Photo by Sharani - Sri Chinmoy Centre Galleries