A person's cleverness is not shown by how many words he utters at once but how he utters them.
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Name of God
He who utters the Name of God while walking
gets the merit of a sacrifice at every step
His body becomes a place of pilgrimage.
He who repeats God’s Name while working
always finds perfect peace.
He who utters the Name of God while eating
gets the merit of a fast
even though he has taken his meals.
Even if one were to give in charity
the whole world encircled by the seas
it would not equal the merit of repeating the Name,
By the power of the Name
one will know what cannot be known,
One will see what cannot be seen,
One will speak what cannot be spoken,
One will meet what cannot be met.
Tuka says.
Incalculable is the gain that comes
From repeating the Name of God.
poem by Sant Tukaram
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Truth is clothed
.
Truth has never been naked.
It is always clothed with words
With which when one utters it.
21.07.2006
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Befitting pair
He is a brave man;
He utters brave words,
Makes brave promises
And breaks them bravely.
She is a pleasing woman.
She speaks pleasing words,
Assures pleasing events
And excuses herself pleasingly.
Both suit each other.
24.06.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The minute one utters a certainty, the opposite comes to mind.
quote by May Sarton
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The tongue of experience utters the most truth.
The mouth often utters that which the head must answer for.
He utters in his language something different from what he ponders in his mind.
Nothing is more humiliating than when a reproach recoils on the head or him who utters it.
A man calumniated is doubly injured - first by him who utters the calumny, and then by him who believes it.
Hateful to me as are the gates of hell, Is he who, hiding one thing in his heart, Utters another.
A Lovely Pair
i think i shall never see
a lovely pair as be
Ms. Tai Chi of Italy
& Mr. Taylor Butts of the USA,
When she comes
he utters her name
to heaven he goes
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The bagpipe never utters a work till its belly is full.
Meow
My kitty cat thinks
That I'm a little mad
I know this for a fact
As she said on the phone
Complaining it's absurd
For an animal to talk
Or use lateral dexterity
To use a telephone
So either she is lying
Or I am a little mad
For the only thing she utters
Is a guttural single vowel
Her words not mine
I'll translate in Cat-toniest
This solitary term
That proves I'm not so mad...
MEOW
poem by Kevin Patrick
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The minute one utters a certainty, the opposite comes to mind.
May Sarton in Mrs. Stevens Hears the Mermaids Singing (1965)
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A scholar utters thoughts based on fact and certainty, not on conjecture simply because he wants to be heard.
Beautiful And Lovely
The first time i met her,
She was thirsty and malnourished!
But i took care of her and now,
She is very beautiful and lovely.
I have now seen what love can do,
For she is now very beautiful and attractive.
The lack of food can deprive your beauty and,
Life is also about how we do care about our neighbours;
Like a doe set free that utters beautiful words.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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His Or Her Tongue
Desolation,
Appalled,
Slander;
But the truth of the righteous utters wisdom,
And his or her tongue speaks what is just.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Parroting Courtesies
my niece asks me to hand a spoon
and i ask her to say 'please' and she utters the word
(perhaps her mama does not teach her the word)
and i hand her the spoon and she is afraid to say the word 'thank you'
and i tell her to say the word and she says it as though it is a strange word
for her (perhaps her dad, who is my brother seldom uses the word in their
house)
and then i tell her after she says thank you 'welcome my dear'
and she giggles, perhaps the words are ticklers to her frail body
to her small hands, to her fingers which grabbed the spoon as though
there are not so many
so many spoons in this world, we know that,
but the courtesies are forgotten, as this happens i feel like i am
parroting words, and sometimes i reflect: do i also really understand
these words, deep down to the longings of my heart?
thanks, but am i that really thankful to God?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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O my God, what must a soul be like when it is in this state! It longs to be all one tongue with which to praise the Lord. It utters a thousand pious follies, in a continuous endeavor to please Him who thus possesses it.
quote by Saint Teresa of Avila
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