To An Astrologer
Nay, seer, I do not doubt thy mystic lore,
Nor question that the tenor of my life,
Past, present and the future, is revealed
There in my horoscope. I do believe
That yon dead moon compels the haughty seas
To ebb and flow, and that my natal star
Stands like a stern-browed sentinel in space
And challenges events; nor lets one grief,
Or joy, or failure, or success, pass on
To mar or bless my earthly lot, until
It proves its Karmic right to come to me.
All this I grant, but more than this I know!
Before the solar systems were conceived,
When nothing was but the unnamable,
My spirit lived, an atom of the Cause.
Through countless ages and in many forms
It has existed, ere it entered in
This human frame to serve its little day
Upon the earth. The deathless Me of me,
The spark from that great all-creative fire
Is part of that eternal source called God,
And mightier than the universe.
Why, he
Who knows, and knowing, never once forgets
The pedigree divine of his own soul,
Can conquer, shape and govern destiny
And use vast space as ‘twere a board for chess
With stars for pawns; can change his horoscope
To suit his will; turn failure to success,
And from preordained sorrows, harvest joy.
There is no puny planet, sun or moon,
Or zodiacal sign which can control
The God in us! If we bring that to bear
Upon events, we mold them to our wish,
Tis when the infinite ‘neath the finite gropes
That men are governed by their horoscopes.
poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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the Way To Success
failure may outnumber success
failure is there
to make you strong
failure may cause pain
but nothing goes in vain
failure keeps you in touch
with reality
failure gives wisdom
failure gives experience
cowards don't fail
It's for the brave
who leave the shore
to sail into unknown
failure is a stop
in the journey of life
don't stop at the bend
today's failure would be
tomorrow's bigger success
failure is the cradle
in which success rocks.
failure is not a sin
failure is the first step for success
failure teaches you how to succeed
failure always helps in your success
failure helps you from failing
if you fail, it's not the end of the world
try!
success will definitely be on your way
so will run away your failure
but...
never forget your failure in life which helped you in your
SUCCESS
poem by Liioona Mohie
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We are star stuff, which has taken its destiny into its own hands. The loom of time and space works the most astonishing transformations of matter. Our own planet is only a tiny part of the vast cosmic tapestry, a starry fabric of worlds yet untold. Those worlds in space are as countless as all the grains of sand on all the beaches of the earth. Each of those worlds is as real as ours. In every one of them there’s a succession of incidents, events, occurrences, which influence its future. Countless worlds, numberless moments, an immensity of space and time, and our small planet at this moment — here we face a critical branch point in history. What we do with our world, right now will propagate down through the centuries and powerfully affect the destiny of our descendants. It is well within our power to destroy our civilization and perhaps our species as well. If we capitulate a superstition or greed or stupidity, we can plunge our world into a darkness deeper than the time between the collapse of classical civilization and the Italian Renaissance. But we are also capable of using our compassion and our intelligence, our technology and our wealth, to make an abundant and meaningful life for every inhabitant of this planet, to enhance enormously our understanding of the universe and to carry us to the stars.
quote by Carl Sagan
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Love And Serve
God created man to love and serve
Love and serve all with strong nerve and verve
Expect not anything in return
Worry not over the strain that turn
Falter not over the goal you set
Tinker not with the grand steps you plan
Treat success and failure on even plane!
Success and failure sure part of our life
Success after failure sweeter still
Lessons you learn taller than a hill!
God's creations our great kith and kin
Deserve well to be cared, loved and served
Served to love and serve millions in turn
Drop of noble act in the sea of life!
poem by Subbaraman N V
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Ab astris
I saw the stars swept through ethereal space,
Stars, suns, and systems in infinity,---
Our earth an atom in the shoreless sea,
Where each had its appointed path and place:
And I was lost in my own nothingness.
But then I said, Dost thou not know that He
Who guides these orbs through trackless space guides thee?
No longer groveling thus, thyself abase,
For in this vast, harmonious, perfect whole,
In infinite progression moving on,
Thou hast thy place, immortal human soul,
Thy place and part not less than star and sun;
Then with this grand procession fall in line,
This rhythmic march led on by power divine.
poem by Anne Lynch Botta from Poems (1848)
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There Is No Rest For Success
Success is a journey not a destination a year from
now you may wish you had started today.
Every beginner is a winner. Success is not escaping problems but facing them creatively.
There is no success without sacrifice.
Great success always calls for great sacrifice.
Even failure can become an important ingredient to success.
Failure just means that you have not yet succeeded.
I’d rather change my mind and succeed than have my own way and fail. Success without conflict is unrealistic.
Any person can be successful on smooth seas,
but it is the victory over the storm that gains true honor.
Success doesn’t come through the way you think it comes;
it comes through the way you think.
Never settle for less than success.
Success is doing something good.
When you can, where you can, while you can.
It’s better to attempt to do something great and fail,
than attempt to do nothing and succeed.
Success is not necessarily reaching your goal- but reaching the maximum possibilities in light of the opportunities that come your way.
To keep your values on target remember to live so that when you “arrive”, you’ll have pride behind you and hope ahead of you.
The success is truly the path to heaven.
Success is never ending, because success is like the process of seed planting. Every creative contribution like a seed planted may bear fruit.
Success finally is not what you have it is not what you do;
it is who you are, and what
you want to become of yourself.
poem by Felix Lugo
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Losing The War
you prepared for this war
all the weapons sharp and new
you sketched all the plans
every detail well accounted
in perfect timing to the zodiac
all the stars and planet align
to the expected success
yet we all fail
and you bleed that much
your mind beyond repair
you scream and bang your head on the wall
i watch you
coward, unrealistic fool,
unaccepted to life's reverses
failure is part of the cycle
welcome it
just like you drink to your success
when failure comes
drink with its hurt hands
celebrate failure
then sleep
for tomorrow we prepare again
to this war of life
these challenges of our lifetime
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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inspiration ***** I AM NOT THE MAN OF FAILURE
Don’t say I am undoer
Don’t tell I didn’t try
I have many endeavors
Success not yet reply
Don’t think I’m just a dreamer
A man who wants to fly
Across heavenly castle
Without single step I try
I am not the man of great loss
I am not the one you think
But yes I am arisen
From chaotic world of pain
I am not the man of failure
Nor the man of success too
I am in midst of challenges
Fighting hindrance foe
I am not the man of failure
‘cause I give up not nor quit
I am in sweat and labor
Struggling learn to wait
I melt hundred candles
Spark in countless nights
With one dedicated heart
For my course as guiding light
Now my striving years are long
So quite long of time
Seems a lifetime journey
Till success crowns along my way…..
poem by Rommel Mark Dominguez Marchan
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My Success Stories
Another day passed on the way.... Another day lost,
Loosing not only hope loosing each second which having huge cost....
Trying to fix life, each part of it,
Trying to earning, trying to full fill each need....
Earning not only a single rupee also few memories,
Memories which having success also having future stories.....
Trying hard to survive in this filed.... Field of success field of failure.
Where every one want success, failure attached with a word never....
Though failure is the way to reach the top,
You have to beat it each time till last, never say I want to stop....
Knowing this doing my part, trying each day to earning respect earning some glories,
May be some day comes when all will read my journey, my success stories....
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You have the right to feel, you are successful
Success, sweet success
Success, it is waiting for you
To own and hold on to it
Success of any kind
Has easy access
If you are after it restlessly
Success is not indeed the end
It is the beginning of a
New chain of successes
Simple it is to be successful
So simple, you wonder how many of us are not at it
It all depends on what you feel
Success means to you
You may school your thoughts
And train your emotions
To feel successful on everything
That happens around you
Your retention of all your
Physical, mental and social abilities
Is indeed your success
Your ability to make friends
And help them out in times of need
Is indeed your success
Your ability to keep your cool
In emotionally competing events
And situations
Is indeed your success
Your ability to make your ends meet
Come over challenges, emotional or otherwise
At the right time and in a rightful manner
Is indeed a success
Your ability to stand up
And hold on to your values
Is indeed a success
Your ability to be able to
Discharge your assigned responsibilities
Is indeed your success
Your ability to objectively assess
People and events
Without painting them subjectively
Is indeed your success
Your ability to stay most of your time positive
Progressive and productive
Creative and innovative
Is indeed your success
Your ability to hold on to
Your original traits
Without succumbing to the temptations
Of becoming someone else
Is indeed your success
If this forms your scale to measure success
You have the right to feel
You are successful
poem by Bashyam Narayanan
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Fugitive of failure
Fugitive not what i planned for,
failure, nothing is better than death,
how can i die when life haven't interpret
my full meaning.
Fugitive Fugitive my crime has not called
for arrest,
my day is still young, not even failure
can stop me.
Still you call me fugitive,
success is my only witness, my success
will labor out my freedom,
failure keep coming after me, yet success
is telling me to standstill.
When will all this end' in this 'uncalled for state'.
The night keep looking at me without telling me to run or stand, yet the sun ask me to keep running until i reach the point
of success.
Fugitive of failure not anymore.
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My Child's Tournament of Chess
High preparations
Great apprehensions
Last minute advises
Hope for celebrations
That's my child's tournament of chess.
Reaching the venue on time
Dying to know the opponent's name
Waiting for the match to commence
That's my child's tournament of chess.
Win or lose?
Life gets stuck
No mood to stroll
Hauling the mind
out of the chess hall
That's my child's tournament of chess.
My child starts appearing vulnerable
The opponent appears unbeatable
Praying for the win of my race horse
That's my child's tournament of chess.
Makes me meet all my weak emotions
Fear, jealousy, worry and doubt
challenge my sense of spiritualization
My mind gives me premonitions
That's my child's tournament of chess.
Gifts me a chance to become strong
A chance to climb up the emotional ladder,
for what I so long
A chance to look at the opponent as my own child
Pray for both to play their best
That's my child's tournament of chess.
My child's tournament of chess
allows me to understand
the meaning of failure
Two faces of the same coin,
success is no different from failure
Both are the part of the same destination with no comparison
Who can tell which is more important the Moon or the Sun.
My love for my child shall remain the same
Performance is no benchmark for the same
Win or loss, loss or win,
I will always love him
Whatever be the result
of my child's tournament of chess.
poem by Anshul Gupta
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Eclipse
Looking like a divine sign
of Godly serenity
the shadow falling over me,
falling further and further
were turning the moon
copper red,
darkening the sky,
making stars visible near to it.
Dark goes the earth
as far as my eyes can see
while the moon hides the sun
turning black
in a full eclipse
and the sun’s photosphere
hangs in a blue white hue
around it.
It was almost as if God Himself
was holding His hand
and now making an arc
to shield the earth
from a flaming star.
What great events
was now awaiting humanity
in a world, torn by wars,
suffering and human misery?
poem by Gert Strydom
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A black and bright
Black represents sign of bad omen
It may come at any time for man or woman
It is also called defeatist views
We must come out of it with constant reviews
It always reminds us of constant failure
Nothing seems or looks bright for future
You may still try to come over with crippled wings
It lands you in with more problems or brings
The term itself is expression of bad luck
We can do nothing except to sit as lame duck
It may always remind you of bleak prospect
It may require boldness to face and act
It also represents sunny side and looks very fine
How little stars appear in dark night and shine?
Darkness gives more room for them to show their presence
How comparison can be made in its absence?
Two sides can never be compared
Success can be failure even if well prepared
Failure may look quite good even if not focused
It may envy interest if passion is roused
There has to be great enthusiasm is for any act
This is very essential and undeniable fact
How best can we turn failure into success?
If we come out of black shadow and face
It is of no use to live under gloomy nature
We are consenting downfall with our own signature
Who else can come to your rescue and take you to safety?
We are only to be blamed and have self pity
It should never be half hearted attempt
You should be energetic, active and very prompt
You may come across unseen setbacks
It may force you to prepare keep awake
Light may not remain forever and darkness may descend
Treachery and deception may not work all the times and you will have to mend
It is cycle that repeats at regular interval
It should be greeted with equal enthusiasm upon its arrival
Success or failure, black and light form integral part
They may not be felt from the very beginning or from the start
They may permanently associate with your style of functioning
It may then be known as bright or weak beginning
Both the sides have got their own sphere
Even nature adopts it so the atmosphere
Moon shines and remains at her zenith
Who knows the facts lying beneath?
Stars shine in their own way
They have nothing to do with bright ray
Both function with same spirit and zeal
The fact remains fact and can’t be concealed
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Seeing the world with god
i look through my body
at the world, the stars, moon
stars beyond stars
i know there are stars, moon
stars beyond stars too
from my temporary sphere
the aura that shines
from this physical self
the trillion of cells
all the moving atoms,
electrons, protons
the universe inside and out
i look at them
from my infinite self
god the puppeteer
shrewdly playing
the beginning, the end
the two walls
between the human brain
the man innocently walks
to oblivion
some attempt to broaden the width
others like me attempt to
to burst out of the walls
to take a peep outside
the limitations, this physical self
the world outside
the god inside and out
the moon, sun, universe
the things outside
i too have become a galaxy
as i join god to take
a look at his worlds
a meteor flashes by
a cell loses hold
flushed by blood
to another world
an infinite me
looking at the finite me
all the stars, moons,
universe outside
and inside
all the cells that i own
that soon would
squeeze me out
to join the plane
where i could view
the beat of the universe
the expansive universe
myself a galaxy
the zillion of selves
those stars, suns
spinning towards
a full stop?
eternity?
the human brain
stretched towards
a world of no end
suffocated in its attempt
i stand beside god
for just a moment
to take a peek at
all his workings
wondering all the motives
behind his pupputeering
the moons, the suns, the universe
the cells acting out his drama
round and round
casting off light
i saw a star burst
light light years away
the cancer patient
carrying a cell
that too has burst
soon to cast that black hole
over the finite self
the infinite journeys to
rest on another finite self
the universe
i standby the creator
to look at his puppeteering
wondering his motives
in his design
the privilege he gives me
to share a view
of his craft
my mind flying
outside the two walls
of the brain
instead of between
infinity
my body
the universe
i look at them
like the stars, moon, meteors
this infinite me
with a finite self
of stars, moons,
stars beyond stars
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Begin The Day
Begin each morning with a talk to God,
And ask for your divine inheritance
Of usefulness, contentment, and success.
Resign all fear, all doubt, and all despair.
The stars doubt not, and they are undismayed,
Though whirled through space for countless centuries,
And told not why or wherefore: and the sea
With everlasting ebb and flow obeys,
And leaves the purpose with the unseen Cause.
The star sheds its radiance on a million worlds,
The sea is prodigal with waves, and yet
No lustre from the star is lost, and not
One dropp missing from the ocean tides.
Oh! brother to the star and sea, know all
God’s opulence is held in trust for those
Who wait serenely and who work in faith.
poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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Those worlds in space are as countless as all the grains of sand on all the beaches of the earth. Each of those worlds is as real as ours and every one of them is a succession of incidents, events, occurrences which influence its future. Countless worlds, numberless moments, an immensity of space and time. And our small planet at this moment, here we face a critical branch point in history, what we do with our world, right now, will propagate down through the centuries and powerfully affect the destiny of our descendants, it is well within our power to destroy our civilization and perhaps our species as well. If we capitulate to superstition or greed or stupidity we could plunge our world into a time of darkness deeper than the time between the collapse of classical civilization and the Italian Renaissance. But we are also capable of using our compassion and our intelligence, our technology and our wealth to make an abundant and meaningful life for every inhabitant of this planet.
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Aim for Success
Past is gone and present today
I recall the events of yesterday
Time sways but future awaits
Of unexpected tidings and joyous dates
So always hope and aim for the best
No doubt you will make up with the rest
What ever your contriving's will end up soon
Just look up at the twinkling stars and moon
You may envy the moon so bright
Wanting to reach up to it's height
So if you have a will so strong
Don't just keep waiting for long
And always remember and bear in mind
To hope for the best and rest you will find
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Choice 2
The beginning and end is choice
Choice is the power of decision,
Brother to destiny, sister to success
Brother to mediocrities, father of failure
Wrapper of success and failure
Upon every parcel it's written-'choose me'
Success or failure, Kindness or bitterness
Love or hate, heaven or hell
Recommendation or condemnation
A glare or stare, pearl or pierce
A crown or a cry
THE CHOICE IS YOURS.
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Silence Oceans
Oceans of life,
Oceans in one's life
are wonderful,
Heart is one ocean
Brain is another ocean,
mind is the third,
Trifles are fourth,
Intelligence and wit make fifth,
wisdom and knowledge sixth,
God and Love are seventh!
Soul is the land,
Raised above these oceans
And look as their shore,
Every instant a wave of thought hits the shore!
High tides of happiness,
low tides of sorrow,
High tides of success,
Low tides of failure hit the shore!
Ego is that wind blowing,
Desires and pride are changing gravity
cause wave and tide!
Sometimes disappointment,
Or hurt ego,
can create storm and tsunami!
Silence in solitude,
become grand solitude,
Takes one to that altitude,
everything is cool in love and gratitude,
Peace incarnate in multitude,
In that great solitude,
When wind stops,
and become still,
When there is no movement Of Sun and Moon,
When everything comes to still,
No waves, no tides,
ocean meets shore, all in love,
No raising or falling tides,
No roar of chasing waves,
That is that grand silence,
Silence of All oceans,
When no bird fly or sing,
When no events,
they are
Time's own parents,
And time give birth to
Three tenses,
Past and future
compress the present,
Now lose pressure,
Present expands to eternal!
All merge in present
One is present in present tense only,
Both presence and absence,
Merge in that grand existence,
That is the grand silence,
That is the solitude,
Where no one to disturb,
Nothing can disturb,
Soul is immersed in the universal soul,
Mind goes out of universe and sees the grand truth,
Truth is that truth,
no false can never reach,
No false can never touch,
Universe infinite is not even atomic,
Because mind itself has grown,
fantastic and gigantic,
No atlantic, no antarctic,
Only ocean remains,
peaceful pacific
No reason to love,
No reason to hate,
No one can touch,
No arms can harm,
Listen to that drummer,
Beats drum continuously,
AUM AUM AUM,
Now in that silence of absolute solitude,
No drum, no AUM,
No drummer,
No judge's hammer,
No eternal vibration,
As one become one's own master!
poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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Time's Arrow Arrested
Dusky shadows hide under the leafy boughs of the lanky trees.
Beyond the dark sky the sun carries the bright promise of
a lustrous morning. But it is merely a promise. For, the experience
of the past is not evidence of future events.
And how perturbing can be the obvious. This ever present and
precisely dissected substance that we break to exact hours,
minutes and seconds, and call it time. How mind-boggling is
this historian’s palette, Newton’s infinite attribute, Einstein’s finite
fourth dimension.
Astronomers say that a colossal firecracker called the Big Bang
exploded about fifteen billion years ago, marking the beginning
of time and the universe. Yet this sophisticated modern myth
does not really solve the enigma of time or the mystery of existence.
After all, why does the world exist, rather than not?
Newton viewed time as a mathematical duration, an absolute
temporal dimension in which time flows steadily without relation
to space, matter or human affairs. Many years later, Einstein
dropped the notion of absolute space and time. In the Theory
of Relativity he demonstrated that time slows down as velocity
increases. Clocks can run at different speeds.
Time became the fourth dimension. However, in the tiny world
of the atoms, quantum physicists discover a bizarre universe of
eleven dimensions. In Superstring theories higher dimensions are
curled up within the deep structure of space-time. Moreover,
the number of higher cosmic dimensions is not limited, because
scientists might invent as many dimensions as it takes for their
theories to work. Unfortunately, in relation to nature mathematical
propositions are uncertain.
Physicists nowadays conceive time as an asymmetrical arrow,
flying in one direction, from the past to the future, through
the present. They devise ingenious schemes to ride on the arrow
of time into the future; or to reverse its direction of flight and travel
back to the past.
I believe that time is an illusion. It does not really exists. The hands
of the clock does not really show us time but movement in space,
an artificial human invention of hours, minutes and seconds. And
what we measure with our objective instruments is not identical
with the subjective psychological experience of duration. External
time and internal time are not the same.
Now, if time really flows like a river without banks,
if it is indeed in a state of flux, then what is its speed? And since
we measure speed by the ratio of traveling distance to the periodic
motion of the clock, how are we supposed to measure the
velocity of time? By time itself? Time does not exist. And
nevertheless, it does. It is its own phantom.
Time is a relationship between before and after. Paradoxically, it is
the nothing that allows everything. But time is a mysterious nothing,
an arcane cipher, the magical fountainhead of bondage and freedom.
All events unfold miraculously in it while it also prevents them to
happen all at once. Time is not a river without banks but the ocean
of eternity.
Events did happen of course yesterday and before. They leave their
marks and traces through history. However, the idea of time moving
from past to future is an illusion. The invisible hands of titans do not
shoot arrows of time out of nature’s bow. Hence, time travel is a
tough assignment because there is nothing to ride on.
There is no arrow of time. The future and the past do not exist.
Time stands still. Thus the years do not pass by, we pass through
the years. Our life always enfolds in the here and now, sailing aboard
an invisible boat on the mysterious ocean of the eternal present.
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