whenever we hurt others, we ask ourselves, was it intentional, did we mean it, but when our actions result in hurt to others without any intention, what can we really do
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seek forgiveness and also forgive ourselves!!
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curiosity, concern, compassion and collaboration
whenever we hurt others, we ask ourselves, was it intentional, did we mean it, but when our actions result in hurt to others without any intention, what can we really do
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tagore said, “If anger be the basis of our political activities, the excitement tends to become an end in itself, at the expense of the object to be achieved. side issues then assume an exaggerated importance, and all gravity of thought and action is lost; such excitement is not an exercise of strength, but a display of weakness”.
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why do we not coolheadedly think, who is more powerful,one who seeks revenge,or  the one who forgives
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1002Â Kaaali 75:Â Â I will not pray
The gardener made a beautiful garland
And offered to me
So that I could please you
I laughed and walked away
Why should I please you
If you have forgotten
Your duties
Should I forget mine
I will not pray
Nor will I seek any thing
I will just stay there
Cleaning the path of all the pebbles
So that those who come to your door
Do not hurt themselves
1001 Kaaali 74: She will  not let you leave the shores
Whenever hatred emerges
In your heart
You can be sure that
Kaali’s grace has abandoned you
She will not let you leave the shores
Of the lake of kindness
In which one can float so long as
One has decided to pray and be blessed
1000 Kaali 73
The lotus seeds have been stored for years
Do not worry
When no body comes to pray at your door
These seeds will be sown
On the bank of lake
Where people built your temple
And lotus will bloom again, the same lotus flower
That was offered
When sun was young and the
Earth was still cooling
Down from all the fire you had spitted
At its inability to swallow the fire
And letting volcano empty your anger
999 Kaaali 71 What kind of faith they have then
the stirrings in the glass
will not matter any more
I have brewed the wine So strong
That you will have to partake it
And lose your sense of strong
Temper
Demons will need to be forgiven
So that a little angel
Can play with them
In heaven
And you will have to pardon the
Saints
Who worship you when
They should just be emptying
themselves of all hopes,
I pity those souls
Who seek to be blessed
Have they no sense of shame
What kind of faith they have
Then
998 Kaaali 70 my way of getting even with you
I have bowed before your temple
Though I had no faith in your idols
You asked me why did I do it
And I thought, you will know
This was my way of getting even with you
More you dispossess me of the hopes
More I will pray and wish
You bestow your blessings
On all those who worship you
With deep faith
I will keep hoping that the blessed souls
Will scatter some surplus
My way
Any way
997Â I will try to heal the hurt falcon
Will you split all the wood
We collected yesterday
Winter is at hand
And fire will have to be lit every day
When I am not around
You may need to remind the
Stove that it has a promise to keep
No matter how much snow falls outside,
It must keep you warm
I will gather the dried twigs
I will try to heal the hurt falcon
So that it recovers and picks all
The eggs of the mynah
That we so fondly fed
Every day outside our house
When we lived together
Now, I am the
ash
in extinguished hearth
spread me in the garden, so that trees grow
tall, and you get enough wood
to keep you warm
in chilly night when
all memories have been pasted on the walls
of the hearth
to avoid losing the warmth
996Â where no boat will come to pick you up
there have been only a few springs
when I missed the chance to pick flowers
in the garden to offer at the grave
Where we buried a part of us together
When we failed
To keep the lamp burning
In the night
So that ships could find their moorings
Anchor were dropped at the place
where no boat will come to pick you up
and you will go back
I have been used by the
Lighthouse guard
As the wick in the lamp
Whenever it rains
Tears from the leaking roof
He collects it and puts in the lamp
And I burn
To ensure that no other ships looses its way
995Â Â Where from I stole all the light
I promised to paint very day
A portrait of my face
Turning unlike durion’s
better and younger
The hairs whitened a bit but
Sparkle in my eyes brightened
Where from I stole all the light
You asked
Me
And how could I tell you
That these sparkles were the reflections
Of your mischievous smiles
In a lake of lies
That we tell
When we are short of arguments
And dialogue becomes a casualty
Of the need to absorb
Silence that smells just like
Your breaths
Ever and ever again
I smell those
And rejuvenate the spring
That every body said was going to dry
But it has more water now then ever before
Is it like a lamp
Which brightens before
It stops for ever
I pray, not
But you know, it is this which I have sought
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