Guest guest Posted September 30, 2003 Report Share Posted September 30, 2003 I wanted to share this lovely poem with my friends > ************************************************************************** > **************** > > The Sands of Time... > > As I walked on the sands of time. > a few golden patches, a few not worth a dime ... > I came across a myriad of people, > Some were strong of character, some were feeble > > At first, my steps were steady & slow. > As people in life passed me, > I knew time was short to catch their glow, > Inexperience was my company. > For this, did one need to have maturity?? > For, Some blinded me with their brilliance, > some soothed me with their purity. > > Life was my teacher & taught me from its golden book > Sometimes at me it laughed.. > Sometimes with me it cried.. > Sometimes I was punished.. > Sometimes I was forgiven & let off the hook. > Like a lost child, brought back to course, > Never left me at the end of the day, morose. > > What was I searching for, on this golden beach ?? > Was it attainable or was it out of my reach ?? > Was it the ship sailing on the horizon so blue.. > Or was it the tiny stars shinning in the sky, so few ?? > > Each person who crossed me taught me what life is... > I was taught a father's love & a mother's warmth, > A sister's companionship & a brother's charm. > A friend's broken heart which needed some love, > The hunger of a stray dog, the pain of a dove. > > As the golden sands slipped through my feet, > I looked back on the path, > now looking so long & neat. > All along the path I saw footsteps alongside me, > & what is this that I see... ?? > > I see a lot of paths made by people all around me, > Some crossing over to me, some walking away from me. > Pointing to that time in life, which is embedded in my heart... > At that time I found the meaning of my life. > > Its not the years nor the miles you walk. > Its not all the famous people with whom you may talk. > Its those people who walked with you in life's small walk, > Its what you taught them & to you, what they taught. > > Life can be a rocky road. The challenge is not to let it grind you into > dust > but to polish you into a brilliant gem. > > ************************************************************************** > **************** > ************************************************************************** This email (including any attachments) is intended for the sole use of the intended recipient/s and may contain material that is CONFIDENTIAL AND PRIVATE COMPANY INFORMATION. Any review or reliance by others or copying or distribution or forwarding of any or all of the contents in this message is STRICTLY PROHIBITED. If you are not the intended recipient, please contact the sender by email and delete all copies; your cooperation in this regard is appreciated. ************************************************************************** Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted September 30, 2003 Report Share Posted September 30, 2003 Dear Mrunaliniji: Thank you for sharing your poem. Last night after I went to bed, another post came in before yours that I did not see until this morning, after I read yours, in my lesiure early morning time :-) I guess it must be the thought for the day! What will I do with my today, did I hear you say? Love and gratitude, Joyce Time is as precious as diamonds for those who are wise, but is as worthless as a handful of mud for those who don't make use of it. --Dharma Master Cheng Yen-- See below... - Mrunalini_Prabhakar Tuesday, September 30, 2003 6:27 AM Nice Poem ( Do read in leisure time) I wanted to share this lovely poem with my friends > **************************************************************************> ****************> > The Sands of Time...> > As I walked on the sands of time.> a few golden patches, a few not worth a dime ...> I came across a myriad of people,> Some were strong of character, some were feeble> > At first, my steps were steady & slow.> As people in life passed me,> I knew time was short to catch their glow,> Inexperience was my company.> For this, did one need to have maturity??> For, Some blinded me with their brilliance,> some soothed me with their purity.> > Life was my teacher & taught me from its golden book> Sometimes at me it laughed..> Sometimes with me it cried..> Sometimes I was punished..> Sometimes I was forgiven & let off the hook.> Like a lost child, brought back to course,> Never left me at the end of the day, morose.> > What was I searching for, on this golden beach ??> Was it attainable or was it out of my reach ??> Was it the ship sailing on the horizon so blue..> Or was it the tiny stars shinning in the sky, so few ??> > Each person who crossed me taught me what life is...> I was taught a father's love & a mother's warmth,> A sister's companionship & a brother's charm.> A friend's broken heart which needed some love,> The hunger of a stray dog, the pain of a dove.> > As the golden sands slipped through my feet,> I looked back on the path,> now looking so long & neat.> All along the path I saw footsteps alongside me,> & what is this that I see... ??> > I see a lot of paths made by people all around me,> Some crossing over to me, some walking away from me.> Pointing to that time in life, which is embedded in my heart...> At that time I found the meaning of my life.> > Its not the years nor the miles you walk.> Its not all the famous people with whom you may talk.> Its those people who walked with you in life's small walk,> Its what you taught them & to you, what they taught.> > Life can be a rocky road. The challenge is not to let it grind you into> dust > but to polish you into a brilliant gem. > > **************************************************************************> ****************> ************************************************************************** This email (including any attachments) is intended for the sole use of theintended recipient/s and may contain material that is CONFIDENTIAL ANDPRIVATE COMPANY INFORMATION. Any review or reliance by others or copying ordistribution or forwarding of any or all of the contents in this message isSTRICTLY PROHIBITED. If you are not the intended recipient, please contactthe sender by email and delete all copies; your cooperation in this regardis appreciated.**************************************************************************/join "Love itself is the actual form of God."Sri RamanaIn "Letters from Sri Ramanasramam" by Suri Nagamma Terms of Service. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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