A beautiful poem by nobel laureate Sir Robindra Nath Tagore.
When I'm dead. Your tears will flow But I won't know Cry with me now instead.
You will send flowers, But I won't see Send them now instead
You'll say words of praise But I won't hear. Praise me now instead
You'll forgive my faults, But I won't know..... So forget them now instead.
You'll miss me then, But I won't feel. Meet me now, instead.
You'll wish You could have spent more time with me, Spend it now instead
When you hear I'm gone, you'll find your way to my house to pay condolence but we haven't even spoken in years. Look , listen and reply me now.
Spend time with every person around you, and help them with whatever you can to make them happy, your families, friends and acquaintances. Make them feel Special because you never know when time will take them away from you forever.
Alone I can 'Say' but together we can 'Talk'.
Alone I can 'Enjoy' but together we can 'Celebrate' Alone I can 'Smile' but together we can 'Laugh'
That's the BEAUTY of Human Relations. We are nothing without each other
You can help if you can share this with your kids or with their teachers or friends who are teachers. It is aimed at primary school kids and the purpose of this initiative is to update the way children learn the colours of the rainbow with an inclusive message around diversity and equality.
Timo Cruz: Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness, that most frightens us. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine as children do. It's not just in some of us; it is in everyone. And as we let our own lights shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.
My father's integrity an artist was the same integrity that informed him as a parent. When I was a teenager I was lying on the bed in my room reading a book on Astrology and my dad walked in and asked me what I was reading and I handed him the book and said you do not really believe in this do you? and he said no, but I think you should find out everything you can about it and that one comment became the template on which I later based my entirely philosophy of parenting trust, respect and a wide open mind.
My father's own wide open mind explored in a man's universal ideas sound, beauty, mystery, love, pain and rhythm. He offered that universe to us as our birthright to delight in our own treasures and slam up against our own walls - always knowing that his love was close. His heart was so expansive and his mind so finely tuned that he could contain both darkness and light, love and trouble, fear and faith, wholeness and shatteredness, addiction and enlightenment, old school and post modern, Baptist and Jew, the sacred and the silly, God and the void but always relentlessly with the back beat and the rhythm driving the paradoxes.
Daddy was a tremendous energy source, a radiant center of love in our lives, and I cannot begin to describe the enormity of the empty space he has left. A friend told me that your parents keep teaching you even after they are gone and my sisters and my brother and I have already found that to be true. He keeps pointing us in the direction of our best selves. His humble, illuminous spirit resonate so deeply in our lives and I believe it always will.
Because daddy understood his paradox is so well he also knew that everyday held a choice to be made. I cannot count the times we heard him say children, you can choose love or hate, I choose love. So I tell you and him tonight from our own wide universe of choices daddy we also choose love... and rhythm...
A delight for youngsters, this one is steeped in themes of wonderland and fantasy. Let our babies smoothly transition from that sheltered world of glo bugs and looney tunes to this mad world out there with a "steady rhythm driving the paradoxes"