<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=459903" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Vanaprasthiya</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Their grandchild’s silken first hair <br>brushed with tender love; <br>their own hair, grey or white or gone; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">household handed over to <br>their son, daughter, or <br>their spouse; now, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">to find again themselves, to be themselves; <br>free, they walk the morning air of freedom <br>towards the woods; upon the way, <br>meet others of their age. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Trees - as every child knows <br>and old men may remember; <br>old women see through their own children's eyes - <br>listen with such silent wisdom, <br>that among the trees, <br>all become wise. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And so they, the honoured aged, <br>meet, acknowledge, greet, <br>speak as many words as truth may draw; <br>meditate; then, open eyes and every sense <br>teach, this is what a temple is; <br>this is what you are. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Evening stillness; then they return <br>to the hearth and warmth of family; as <br>a great grove of ancient, fresh-leafed trees <br>where in stillness soul meets nature <br>and finds truth arise. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">* </div><div style="margin:10px 0">[With thanks to Sunil Bhattacharya for some hints of history]</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Michael+Shepherd">Michael Shepherd</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=459903" data-title="Vanaprasthiya de Michael Shepherd" data-description="Their grandchild’s silken first hair brushed with tender love; their own hair, grey or white or gone; household handed over to their son, daughter, or their spouse; now, to find again themselves, to be themselves; free, they walk the mo..."></div> </div> </div>

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