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Alone
(563 BCE - 483 BCE / Lumbini / Indian Sub. (today in Nepal))

Alone

The night comes on with a hint of tears,
The in-borne fog with the in-born tide;
And the last faint crimson disappears
Where the sunset glory died.

And the wet blue hills in the mist are lost,
The skies grow gray in the daylight-wane,
And the waning moon, like a wan, white ghost,
Looks in at the window-pane;

A phantom light in the shifting wind,
A wandering specter of the sky-
As one, of all the stars un-kinned,
Apart and alone as I.

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Let go of the mind's wrongs and practice virtue with your mind. Nice teachings
The wise who control their body, who control their tongue, the wise who control their mind are truly well controlled. Controlling mind involves controlling body and tongue.
An inspiring poem from A MAN OF GOD written with spiritual guidance from the source of INFINITE INTELLIGENCE. Glory be to Gautama Buddha.
An inspiring poem from A MAN OF GOD written with spiritual guidance from the source of INFINITE INTELLIGENCE. Glory be to Gautama Buddha.
Love to humanity and to make the human life more useful, purposeful and enlightened mind great saint Goutam Budha's teachings have relevance to all times. He preached and practiced non violence, truth and such esteemed qualities as well as guidance given in such beautiful sermons and ever happy to recite which is an experience of intuitive happiness I felt.