shortpoems

Say not in grief that she is no more
but say in thankfulness that she was
A death is not the extinguishing of a light,
but the putting out of the lamp
because the dawn has come.

– Rabindranath Tagore

Do not dwell on your grief.
Go forward, leaving behind
All your sufferings
And sorrows.

Sri Chinmoy (1)

Do not think of human grief!
Think only of your eagerness to transform it
Into Divinity’s divine Joy-Flames.

Sri Chinmoy (2)

My grief and my sorrows
Flew away
When I received a Forgiveness-Letter
From my Beloved Supreme.

Sri Chinmoy (3)

If you are unwilling to learn
At your own heart-university,
Yours will be a life
Of paralysing grief.

Sri Chinmoy (4)

Who will understand,
Who will believe
The pressure of my private grief?
I have lost my heart’s
Only child:
God.

Sri Chinmoy (5)

I can wade Grief—
Whole Pools of it—
I’m used to that—
But the least push of Joy
Breaks up my feet—
And I tip—drunken—
Let no Pebble—smile—
‘Twas the New Liquor—
That was all!

Power is only Pain—
Stranded, thro’ Discipline,
Till Weights—will hang—
Give Balm—to Giants—
And they’ll wilt, like Men—
Give Himmaleh—
They’ll Carry—Him!

– Emily Dickinson (6)

 

Sources:

(1) Excerpt from Seventy-Seven Thousand Service-Trees, Part 11

(2) Excerpt from Ten Thousand Flower-Flames, Part 14 by

(3) Excerpt from Twenty-Seven Thousand Aspiration-Plants, Part 49 by

(4) Excerpt from Twenty-Seven Thousand Aspiration-Plants, Part 23 by Sri Chinmoy

(5) Excerpt from Ten Thousand Flower-Flames, Part 22 by Sri Chinmoy

(6) Collected Poems of Emily Dickinson

 

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