Tuesday, December 12, 2006

Good Morning, Here is a Poem for you on Leisure

Dear Children,

"It is in his pleasure that a man really lives; it is from his leisure that he constructs the true fabric of self. "~Agnes Repplier

With Love, Amma-Naana


Leisure

"What is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.

No time to stand beneath the boughs
And stare as long as sheep or cows.

No time to see, when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.

No time to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars like skies at night.

A poor life this if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare."