Jataka

Love lamp

Love is the breath through every hour,
A shifting bloom, a gentle power.
Love of sleep, of rest, of art,
Love’s soft whisper fills the heart.

Wrapped in beauty, deep and true,
Each moment, Love finds something new.
In every feeling, soft or bold,
We’re cradled by Love’s endless hold.

Call it this, or call it that,
In every soul, Love finds its path.
Neither young nor ever old,
Love’s embrace—a timeless hold.
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Work love

Give me work till my days are done,
Give me life while there’s work to be won.
A purpose that burns, a spirit that strives,
To fill every breath with the spark that survives.
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Question

When a patient seeks a healer’s care,
With words, his pains he must lay bare.
For only then can wisdom see,
The path to mend, to set pain free.

A silent plea cannot reveal,
The wounds that time may yet not heal.
So, too, a student must express,
Their doubts, their fears, to find success.

For in the sharing, truth takes flight,
Guiding hearts from dark to light.