Tuesday, December 19, 2017

Sunday, December 17, 2017

Silent Night

Moonlight shining through the window
Makes me wonder if there is frost on the ground
Looking up to see the moon
Looking down I miss my hometown
Thoughts on a Still Night by Li Bai (701–762)

Thursday, December 14, 2017

Control the Present

Listen to the Exhortation of the Dawn!
Look to this Day!
For it is Life, the very Life of Life.
In its brief course lie all the
Verities and Realities of your Existence;
The Bliss of Growth,
The Glory of Action,
The Splendor of Beauty;
For Yesterday is but a Dream,
And Tomorrow is barely a Vision;
But Today well lived makes every
Yesterday a Dream of Happiness, and every
Tomorrow a Vision of Hope.
Look well therefore to this Day!
Such is the Salutation of the Dawn.
Kālidāsa (5th century CE)

Tuesday, December 12, 2017

Be Critical Of...

Everything we hear is not a fact, but an opinion. Everything we see is a perspective, not the truth.
 Marcus Aurelius (121–180 AD) 

Saturday, December 9, 2017

Twilight has Arrived

At that moment, coming from the East, Lord Surya, mounted on his crystal chariot pulled by a thousand stallions, skirted Mount Meru, axis of the world, and went to the West following the circle of the constellations. When the chariot turned and was hidden by the enormous mountain, the Lord’s brilliant light dimmed and came the twilight.
Kolap Pailin (Rose of Pailin) by Nhok Them (1936) 

Thursday, December 7, 2017

I Love Money

I have nothing but contempt for the people who despise money. They are hypocrites or fools. Money is like a sixth sense without which you cannot make a complete use of the other five. Without an adequate income half the possibilities of life are shut off. It is not wealth one asks for, but just enough to preserve one’s dignity, to work unhampered, to be generous, frank, and independent.
Of Human Bondage (1915) by  W. Somerset Maugham

Monday, December 4, 2017

Branch Out

You cannot count on the physical proximity of someone you love all the time. A seed that sprouts at the foot of its parent tree remains stunted until it is transplanted. When the time comes, every human being has to depart to seek his fulfillment in his own way.
The Rámáyana of Válmíki (5th century BCE)