Author: Jastej Singh Matharu

And your body is the harp of your soul And it is yours to bring forth Sweet music from it Or confused sounds Khalil Gibran [Link to the book]

When someone goes out into his work He is alive like a tree in spring He is living, not merely working There is no point in work Unless it absorbs you Like an absorbing game If it doesn’t absorb you If it is never fun, don’t do it! D.H. Lawrence [Link to the book]

The plough that cleaves the soil Produces nurture He that bestirs his feet Completes the journey A. P. Elkin [Link to the book]

Then there is the peace of mind At the closing of the day That comes with easy conscience That we have done the best we may But the lasting kind of peace Comes from deep within It grows to win A peace with life itself That runs along life’s way It never lets you down…

Count no day lost In which you waited your turn Took your share And sought advantage of none Robert Brault [Link to the book]

Question not, but live and labour Till the goal is won Helping every feeble neighbour Seeking help from none Life is mainly froth and bubble Two things stand like stone Kindness in another’s trouble Courage in your own Adam Lindsay Gordon [Link to the book]

Become as you will be Forget all that was Standalone yet be not apart Give no offense yet be not defenceless Acquire no more than you need And you shall survive in plenty Till twice tomorrow you shall wait in silence. But deaf years of all those who turned away shall once more hear your…

To visualize Just what might be And then attempt To make it so; To take a dream and to make it For all to see Or let the probabilities Come for all to know Sam Hawkins [Link to the book]

A flower lifts its face to the sun And opens up to warmth It drinks in the flow of the rain And grows as it stretches forth The flower never looks behind To the shadow it will cast So, we should always look ahead And not dwell in the time that past Becky Hemsley [Link…

Life is a mystery; everyone must stand alone I hear you call my name And it feels like home O Lady! We receive but what we give And in our life alone does nature live Samuel Taylor Coleridge [Link to the book]