We are the voices of the wandering wind, Which moan for rest and rest can never find; Lo! as the wind is so is mortal life, A moan, a sigh, a sob, a storm, a strife. — Edwin Arnold Copy Share Image
“Ye suffer from yourselves. None else compels, None other holds you that ye live and die, And whirl upon the wheel, and hug and… — Edwin Arnold Copy Share Image
Almond blossom, sent to teach us That the spring days soon will reach us. — Edwin Arnold Copy Share Image
Never the spirit was born; the spirit shall cease to be never; Never was time it was not; End and Beginning are dreams! Birth-less… — Edwin Arnold Copy Share Image
We are the voices of the wandering wind, Which moan for rest and rest can never find; Lo! as the wind is so is… — Edwin Arnold Copy Share Image
Like threads of silver seen through crystal beads Let love through good deeds show. — Edwin Arnold Copy Share Image
Shall any gazer see with mortal eyes, Or any searcher know by mortal mind; Veil upon veil will lift but there must be Veil… — Edwin Arnold Copy Share Image
What good I see humbly I seek to do, And live obedient to the law, in trust That what will come, and must come,… — Edwin Arnold Copy Share Image
Within yourself deliverance must be searched for, because each man makes his own prison. — Edwin Arnold Copy Share Image
