The sage does not hoard. The more he helps others, the more he benefits himself, The more he gives to others, the more he gets himself. The Way of Heaven does one good but never does one harm. The Way of the sage is to act but not to compete.
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The Way of Heaven is to benefit others and not to injure. The Way of the sage is to act but not to compete.
The Way of Heaven is to benefit others and not to injure.
The Way of the sage is to act but not to compete.
quote by Lao-tzu, The Way of Lao-tzu
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Ode to Sage
I have a dog named sage...
Who always plays around and around and around
She never sleeps always Creeps
Also very greedy
All of this but always Loyal
All of this but still is spoiled.
Never Underestimate my dog Sage
For no matter how nice
She can surely get in a RAGE
So she will always protect me dont be mistaken
You can easily lure her away with a peice of bacon
But she'll just as easilly returned when she hears me in need
And for that I say she is a friend indeed.
My Dear good dog sage
poem by Melissa Ferrer
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The sage lectured brilliantly
The sage lectured brilliantly.
Before him, two images:
"Now this one is a devil,
And this one is me."
He turned away.
Then a cunning pupil
Changed the positions.
Turned the sage again:
"Now this one is a devil,
And this one is me."
The pupils sat, all grinning,
And rejoiced in the game.
But the sage was a sage.
poem by Stephen Crane
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Too Beautiful
Too beautiful to be human
Your thoughts are not shades of gray
I say to you, you are a curious child
I say to you, you are a wise sage
Let the child kiss the sage
Let the sage instruct the child
And we will all benefit
When the wise child begins to speak.
poem by Patti Masterman
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In a lonely place,
In a lonely place,
I encountered a sage
Who sat, all still,
Regarding a newspaper.
He accosted me:
"Sir, what is this?"
Then I saw that I was greater,
Aye, greater than this sage.
I answered him at once,
"Old, old man, it is the wisdom of the age."
The sage looked upon me with admiration.
poem by Stephen Crane
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Front Page Of The Purple Sage
Three days ago, the falling rain
Gave life to limb and root.
And now the sage bursts forth in song,
Enriched by liquid loot.
A flower for each dropp of rain;
Its beauty for the bow;
Glad earth's salute for thirst relieved,
For heaven's gentle flow.
Thus, front page of The Purple Sage,
With lavish editor,
Reports with blossoms the good news,
In headlines lavender.
poem by Dennis Lange
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Two Ubiquitous Tragedies
Once Asylum was visited by a sage
And he saw two bonkers in a same cage.
And sage with a fazed face,
gazed in the oubliette
and heard both loonies
shouting, “Juliet”, “Juliet”.
And curious sage in a soft whimper
asked to a studious headshrinker:
“Why both have gone mad?
Why both appear sad?
Why one seems serious?
And other appears furious?
Headshrinker replied:
One Romeo failed to marry Juliet
Other’s marriage failed with Juliet.
And sage quipped:
There are two not three tragedies in a life
A life without a wife and life with a wife
poem by Hitesh Sheth
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A Vindication
If heaven loved not the wine,
A Wine Star would not be in heaven;
If earth loved not the wine,
The Wine Spring would not be on the earth.
Since heaven and earth love the wine,
Need a tippling mortal be ashamed?
The transparent wine, I hear,
Has the soothing virtue of a sage,
While the turgid is rich, they say,
As the fertile mind of the wise.
Both the sage and the wise were drinkers,
Why seek for peers among gods and goblins?
Three cups open the grand door to bliss;
Take a jugful, the universe is yours.
Such is the rapture of the wine,
That the sober shall never inherit.
Guten Tag Herr
Guten Tag Herr,
Ist das, was ich sage.
Guten Tag gnädige Frau,
Er sagt, zurück.
Wir halten an,
Zu sprechen.
Wie bist du,
Ich sage.
Gut,
You,
, Fragte er.
Ich bin sehr gut,
Danke,
Ich sage.
Wir entschuldigen uns für ein paar Minuten unterhalten,
Bevor ich sagen,
Haben Sie einen guten Tag, Sir.
Er sagt, Rücken,
Du auch.
Wir gehen unseren eigenen Wege,
Und haben gute Tage.
Wir sterben noch am selben Tag,
Und sind nebeneinander begraben.
Guten Tag Herr,
Ich sage, wenn wir uns treffen.
Guten Tag gnädige Frau,
Er sagt, zurück.
poem by Dragon Crenshaw
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Scarborough Fair
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Simon & Garfunkel - Scarborough Fair
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(3:52) Read the song on which this is based!
P. Simon/A. Garfunkel, 1966
Released on Parsley, Sage, Rosemary, and Thyme
Are you going to Scarborough Fair?
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme
Remember me to one who lives there
She once was a true love of mine
Tell her to make me a cambric shirt
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme
Without no seam nor needlework
Then she'll be a true love of mine
Tell her to find me an acre of land
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme
Between the salt water and the sea strand
Then she'll be a true love of mine
Tell her to reap it in a sickle of leather
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme
And to gather it all in a bunch of heather
Then she'll be a true love of mine
Are you going to Scarborough Fair?
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme
Remember me to one who lives there
She once was a true love of mine
song performed by by Simon & Garfunkel
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The Purple Sage
Purple sage is a beautiful thing,
Flowering in violet,
In winter or spring.
The leaves vary from silver to green,
It grows wild in Texas,
Of the wild it's the king.
Flowers are white, purple, or pink,
But only the purple,
Makes you mind stop and think.
Songs and stories, have come down through time,
Of the purple sage,
In it's inhospitable climes.
If your'e ever in Texas, come check it out,
Cause the purple sage,
Is what Texas is about.
11/15/10 Alton Texas
poem by Juan Olivarez
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Sage
I planted some sage along
with other herbs
and got small bushes
with blue-purple flowers
and greyish-green leaves.
We used the sage
in the cooking
and sometimes in salads
to flavour it,
but in my mother’s garden
at the front gate
a gigantic blooming bush of sage
greeted me
as if I was setting my foot
into Eden itself.
It was almost a metre high
and twice that breadth
and almost similar in shape
as the neighbour’s rondavel
across the street
and I rubbed some leaves
between my fingers
and it smelt like mint to me.
[Reference: rodavel = a type of round brick hut with a grass roof.]
poem by Gert Strydom
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Philosophy
The sulky sage scarce condescends to see
This pretty world of sun and grass and leaves;
To him 'tis all illusion--only he
Is real amid the visions he perceives.
No sage am I, and yet, by Love's decree,
To me the world's a masque of shadows too,
And I a shadow also--since to me
The only real thing in life is--you.
poem by Edith Nesbit
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The Two Old Bachelors
Two old Bachelors were living in one house;
One caught a Muffin, the other caught a Mouse.
Said he who caught the Muffin to him who caught the Mouse,--
'This happens just in time! For we've nothing in the house,
'Save a tiny slice of lemon nd a teaspoonful of honey,
'And what to do for dinner -- since we haven't any money?
'And what can we expect if we haven't any dinner,
'But to loose our teeth and eyelashes and keep on growing thinner?'
Said he who caught the Mouse to him who caught the Muffin,--
'We might cook this little Mouse, if we had only some Stuffin'!
'If we had but Sage andOnion we could do extremely well,
'But how to get that Stuffin' it is difficult to tell'--
Those two old Bachelors ran quickly to the town
And asked for Sage and Onions as they wandered up and down;
They borrowed two large Onions, but no Sage was to be found
In the Shops, or in the Market, or in all the Gardens round.
But some one said, -- 'A hill there is, a little to the north,
'And to its purpledicular top a narrow way leads forth;--
'And there among the rugged rocks abides an ancient Sage,--
'An earnest Man, who reads all day a most perplexing page.
'Climb up, and seize him by the toes! -- all studious as he sits,--
'And pull him down, -- and chop him into endless little bits!
'Then mix him with your Onion, (cut up likewise into Scraps,)--
'When your Stuffin' will be ready -- and very good: perhaps.'
Those two old Bachelors without loss of time
The nearly purpledicular crags at once began to climb;
And at the top, among the rocks, all seated in a nook,
They saw that Sage, a reading of a most enormous book.
'You earnest Sage!' aloud they cried, 'your book you've read enough in!--
'We wish to chop you into bits to mix you into Stuffin'!'--
But that old Sage looked calmly up, and with his awful book,
At those two Bachelors' bald heads a certain aim he took;--
and over crag and precipice they rolled promiscuous down,--
At once they rolled, and never stopped in lane or field or town,--
And when they reached their house, they found (besides their want
of Stuffin',)
The Mouse had fled; -- and, previously, had eaten up the Muffin.
They left their home in silence by the once convivial door.
And from that hour those Bachelors were never heard of more.
poem by Edward Lear
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Scarborough Fair / Canticle
Are you going to Scarborough Fair?
Parsley, sage, rosemary & thyme
Remember me to one who lives there
She once was a true love of mine
Tell her to make me a cambric shirt
(On the side of a hill in the deep forest green)
Parsely, sage, rosemary & thyme
(Tracing a sparrow on snow-crested ground)
Without no seams nor needlework
(Blankets and bedclothes a child of the mountains)
Then she'll be a true love of mine
(Sleeps unaware of the clarion call)
Tell her to find me an acre of land
(On the side of a hill, a sprinkling of leaves)
Parsely, sage, rosemary, & thyme
(Washed is the ground with so many tears)
Between the salt water and the sea strand
(A soldier cleans and polishes a gun)
Then she'll be a true love of mine
Tell her to reap it in a sickle of leather
(War bellows, blazing in scarlet battalions)
Parsely, sage, rosemary & thyme
(Generals order their soldiers to kill)
And to gather it all in a bunch of heather
(And to fight for a cause they've long ago forgotten)
Then she'll be a true love of mine
Are you going to Scarborough Fair?
Parsley, sage, rosemary & thyme
Remember me to one who lives there
She once was a true love of mine
song performed by by Simon & Garfunkel
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Ch 08 On Rules For Conduct In Life - Maxim 34
When a sage comes in contact with fools, he must not expect to be honoured, and if an ignorant man overcomes a sage in an oratorical contest, it is no wonder, because even a stone breaks a jewel.
What wonder is there that the song
Of a nightingale ceases when imprisoned with a crow
Or that a virtuous man under the tyranny of vagabonds
Feels affliction in his heart and is irate.
Although a base stone may break a golden vase,
The price of the stone is not enhanced nor of the gold lost.
Whispers Spoken In Breezes
why does sage sit alone within high mountain ranges
listening to whispers spoken in breezes upon journey winds
why does sage listen to words spoken by insects birds
listen to words spoken over centuries time by mountains
why is it that you grasshopper listen intent with thin legs
poem by Terence George Craddock
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A Change Of Plan....
a heavy rain at night
gives us
a sage for morning
it teaches.
this sage of a tunnel of trees.
a bench
in the middle of green
space.
i wake up this morning
destroying all itineraries.
there is something
more to
what i dream of when i am
awake.
i deny this body.
i flower thoughts.
i tend a garden of justifications
life is not a single line along the edge of a clean sheet of paper.
we are supposed to meet today and mend those broken segments.
finally, i send the signal.
Red.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The best [man] is like water.
Water is good; it benefits all things and does not compete with them.
It dwells in [lowly] places that all disdain.
This is why it is so near to Tao.
quote by Lao-tzu, The Way of Lao-tzu
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