If the red slayer think he slays,
Or if the slain thinks he is slain,
They know not well the subtle ways
I keep, and pass, and turn again.
Far or forgot to me is near;
Shadow and sunlight are the same;
The vanquished gods to me appear;
and one to me are shame and fame.
They reckon ill who leave me out;
When me they fly, I am the wings;
I am the doubter and the doubt,
And I the hymn the Bramhin sings.
The strong gods pine for my abode,
And pine in vain the sacred Seven;
But thou, meek lover of the good!
Find me, and turn thy back on heaven.
There is one mind common to all individuals.
We know that the ancestor of action is thought…..The rich mind lies in the sun and sleeps, and is Nature. To think is to act….Action and inaction are alike to the true.
Every soul must know the whole lesson itself…..what it does not see, what it does not live, it will not know…..
Nothing is secure but life, transition, the emerging spirit.
Live ever in a new day. Let us be poised, and wise, and our own, today.
Everything good is on the highway.
Speech, like writing, is a regrettable necessity.