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Come thou, thou last one, whom I recognize,
unbearable pain throughout this body's fabric:
as I in my spirit burned, see, I now burn in thee:
the wood that long resisted the advancing flames
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You may forget but
let me tell you
this: someone in
some future time
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Can rules or tutors educate
The semigod whom we await?
He must be musical,
Tremulous, impressional,
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Only on me, the lonely one,
The unending stars of the night shine,
The stone fountain whispers its magic song,
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The God separated a spirit from Himself and fashioned it into Beauty. He showered upon her all the blessings of gracefulness and kindness. He gave her the cup of happiness and said, 'Drink not from this cup unless you forget the past and the future, for happiness is naught but the moment.'
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The doubt of future foes exiles my present joy,
And wit me warns to shun such snares as threaten mine annoy;
For falsehood now doth flow, and subjects' faith doth ebb,
Which should not be if reason ruled or wisdom weaved the
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Introduction: Eyes can be deceiving...So don't give up with a snap because Its only the beginning. Fight it, ease in your future and make it glow from the gray vicinity.
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A prince stood on the balcony of his palace addressing a great multitude summoned for the occasion and said, "Let me offer you and this whole fortunate country my congratulations upon the birth of a new prince who will carry the name of my noble family, and of whom you will be justly proud. He is the new bearer of a great and illustrious ancestry, and upon him depends the brilliant future of this realm. Sing and be merry!" The voices of the throngs, full of joy and thankfulness, flooded the sky with exhilarating song, welcoming the new tyrant who would affix the yoke of oppression to their necks by ruling the weak with bitter authority, and exploiting their bodies and killing their souls. For that destiny, the people were singing and drinking ecstatically to the heady of the new Emir.
Another child entered life and that kingdom at the same time. While the crowds were glorifying the strong and belittling themselves by singing praise to a potential despot, and while the angels of heaven were weeping over the people's weakness and servitude, a sick woman was thinking. She lived in an old, deserted hovel and, lying in her hard bed beside her newly born infant wrapped with ragged swaddles, was starving to death. She was a penurious and miserable young wife neglected by humanity; her husband had fallen into the trap of death set by the prince's oppression, leaving a solitary woman to whom God had sent, that night, a tiny companion to prevent her from working and sustaining life.
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XLII
'My future will not copy fair my past'—
I wrote that once; and thinking at my side
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The future: time's excuse
to frighten us; too vast
a project, too large a morsel
for the heart's mouth.
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BEFORE I trust my fate to thee,
Or place my hand in thine,
Before I let thy future give
Color and form to mine,
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Cool breeze and fresh air,
Give comfort and raise hair,
Body relaxed and sound sleep,
Novel ideas and insight to peep,
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day day day or history should I call you?
To you future is alien, only present is the ink that fills your pen
Your pen that has never licked the same letters upon the book of time.
On the pages of seconds you carve universes silent whisper
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The letters always just evade the hand
One skates like a stone into a beam, falls like a bird.
Surely the past from which the letters rise
Is waiting in the future, past the graves?
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I thank God for having sent me here,
What did I bring? Bare body and no wear,
No sense, nothing to see, only to hear,
Opening eyes slowly and gently with fear,
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I shall gather myself into myself again,
I shall take my scattered selves and make them one,
Fusing them into a polished crystal ball
Where I can see the moon and the flashing sun.
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I thought there would be a grave beauty, a sunset splendour
In being the last of one's kind: a topmost moment as one watched
The huge wave curving over Atlantis, the shrouded barge
Turning away with wounded Arthur, or Ilium burning.
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Because gods perceive future things, men what is happening now,
but wise men perceive approaching things.
Philostratus, Life of Apollonius of Tyana, VIII, 7.
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When I was young my teachers were the old.
I gave up fire for form till I was cold.
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Future is what we look into
Everyday we wake up,
Everyday when the sun starts pouring on earth,
Everyday when the birds sing,
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As I stride along the lithosphere of the earth, I trode my path with my pride.
Every second, every minute, every hour and every day is a future that looms.
But my stance I grip on, that whatever the future has in stock for me, ready I'm.
Time keeps on ticking, the future waits for no one.
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it just happened in the future.
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Don't do it!
Don't sell it!
I know that your fatherland has lost its sparkling light and radiant since,
But don't sell yourself as a slave!
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the universe is a claim of a claim
the universe is a claim of a stake
to claim the universe is to direct the universe
the future direct the future
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Ain't no future for the present
Ain't no future for the past
Want to be there
When the future comes
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Future is nothing but castle in the air
Figment of imagination.
Refuge of the weak,
Abode of day dreamers
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Past, present and future
Dr. Varanasi Ramabrahmam
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