Fortunate poor people

There are some people in this world for whom things can't come just like that. Some people in this world have it rough in their lives, find many obstacles in their path - but I don't think this is necessarily a bad thing. On the contrary - these difficulties bring out what is best, what is kind, what is beautiful inside them. 

Sometimes it gets difficult - no matter how wise one is, still it's rough to see around you people who have it easy and yet you have to struggle so much for every little achievement in your life. But this is how one learns to truly appreciate the valuable things in life - people are there for you when you are doing good - but those who stick around when you are doing not so good - those are the truly valuable people one should have around. So the first and most important thing is that you get to have valuable people around you. Second, one learns to appreciate the really valuable things in life - a shelter, food, clothes, even if you don't have the most expensive brands. Then very important - one learns to appreciate the beauty in others - the shell is ephemeral, the outer beauty fades away. But a beautiful soul and a beautiful mind remain forever.

I don't think such people are cursed or punished for something. I think such people are actually blessed - they gain a certain knowledge about the world which is not accessible to most people. They become wise. And God never lets such people down - if we look superficially they may have it hard on them; but on a closer look, the knowledge they gain from such a destiny is actually the most precious treasure one can have in life. 

Yesterday's sadness

Yesterday I was this sad: 
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z4R4PVEwX5U


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Song Of the Mystic - Beauty, by David

Contemporary spiritual poets:

And the child spoke unto the Mystic:

"Master speak to me of Beauty, for I have
yet to see the face of Her sacred soul."

And the Mystic answered, saying:

You are wrong my child; many were the
days when She smiled upon you, and you knew
it not.
Many were the nights when She whispered
the song of Life unto your ear, but always were
you asleep.
Be there something of more innocence than
the gentle cooing of a newborn babe?
Be there something of more purity than the
shadow of a woman's alluring smile?
Be there something of more tenderness
than the endearing look held in the eyes of a mother?
And is not the sum of such innocence, purity
and tenderness the essence of all Beauty?
Open the eyes of your soul, and Beauty shall
reveal Herself unto you.
Listen with the ears of your heart, and She
will sing Her silent melody.
And if you see Beauty where all others see
naught but ugliness, then truly do you look through
the loving eyes of God.

No Coward Soul is Mine, by Emily Bronte

I cannot say that this is my favorite poem, but then again, this is my tribute to Emily Bronte, for "Wuthering Hights" is my favorite novel.

No coward soul is mine,
No trembler in the worlds storm-troubled sphere:
I see Heavens glories shine,
And faith shines equal, arming me from fear.

O God within my breast.
Almighty, ever-present Deity!
Life -- that in me has rest,
As I -- Undying Life -- have power in Thee!

Vain are the thousand creeds
That move mens hearts: unutterably vain;
Worthless as withered weeds,
Or idlest froth amid the boundless main,

To waken doubt in one
Holding so fast by Thine infinity;
So surely anchored on
The steadfast Rock of immortality.

With wide-embracing love
Thy Spirit animates eternal years,
Pervades and broods above,
Changes, sustains, dissolves, creates, and rears.

Though earth and man were gone,
And suns and universes ceased to be,
And Thou wert left alone,
Every existence would exist in Thee.

There is not room for Death,
Nor atom that his might could render void:
Thou -- Thou art Being and Breath,
And what Thou art may never be destroyed.

Are you looking for me? by Kabir

Are you looking for me? I am in the next seat.

My shoulder is against yours.

you will not find me in the stupas, not in Indian shrine

rooms, nor in synagogues, nor in cathedrals:

not in masses, nor kirtans, not in legs winding

around your own neck, nor in eating nothing but

vegetables.

When you really look for me, you will see me

instantly --

you will find me in the tiniest house of time.

Kabir says: Student, tell me, what is God?

He is the breath inside the breath.