<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=513864" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To A Buddha Seated On A Lotus</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">LORD BUDDHA, on thy Lotus-throne, <br>With praying eyes and hands elate, <br>What mystic rapture dost thou own, <br>Immutable and ultimate? <br>What peace, unravished of our ken, <br>Annihilate from the world of men? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The wind of change for ever blows <br>Across the tumult of our way, <br>To-morrow's unborn griefs depose <br>The sorrows of our yesterday. <br>Dream yields to dream, strife follows strife, <br>And Death unweaves the webs of Life.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For us the travail and the heat, <br>The broken secrets of our pride, <br>The strenuous lessons of defeat, <br>The flower deferred, the fruit denied; <br>But not the peace, supremely won, <br>Lord Buddha, of thy Lotus-throne. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">With futile hands we seek to gain <br>Our inaccessible desire, <br>Diviner summits to attain, <br>With faith that sinks and feet that tire; <br>But nought shall conquer or control <br>The heavenward hunger of our soul. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The end, elusive and afar, <br>Still lures us with its beckoning flight, <br>And all our mortal moments are <br>A session of the Infinite. <br>How shall we reach the great, unknown <br>Nirvana of thy Lotus-throne?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Sarojini+Naidu">Sarojini Naidu</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=513864" data-title="To A Buddha Seated On A Lotus de Sarojini Naidu" data-description="LORD BUDDHA, on thy Lotus-throne, With praying eyes and hands elate, What mystic rapture dost thou own, Immutable and ultimate? What peace, unravished of our ken, Annihilate from the world of men? The wind of change for ever blows Across t..."></div> </div> </div>

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