There are four Upa-Vedas or subsidiary Vedas: Siksha is the knowledge of phonetics. Siksha deals with pronunciation and accent.
Has flowered at last upon one happy branch? But equal Fate removed her covering hand.
Outcast from empire of the outer light, Lost to the comradeship of seeing men, He sojourns in two solitudes, within And in the solemn rustle of the woods.
Son of that king, I, Satyavan, have lived Contented, for not yet of thee aware, In my high-peopled loneliness of spirit And this huge vital murmur kin to me, Nursed by the vastness, pupil of solitude. In the great tapestried chambers of her state, — Sri Aurobindo, Savitri, extract P.
Often you must have seen them Loaded with ice a sunny winter morning After a rain. They click upon themselves As the breeze rises, and turn many-coloured As the stir cracks and crazes their enamel.
They are dragged to the withered bracken by the load, And they seem not to break; though once they are bowed So low for long, they never right themselves: You may see their trunks arching in the woods Years afterwards, trailing their leaves on the ground, Like girls on hands and knees that throw their hair Before them over their heads to dry in the sun.
But I was going to say when Truth broke in With all her matter-of-fact about the ice-storm, I should prefer to have some boy bend them As he went out and in to fetch the cows- Some boy too far from town to learn baseball, Whose only play was what he found himself, Summer or winter, and could play alone.
He learned all there was To learn about not launching out too soon And so not carrying the tree away Clear to the ground. He always kept his poise To the top branches, climbing carefully With the same pains you use to fill a cup Up to the brim, and even above the brim.
Then he flung outward, feet first, with a swish, Kicking his way down through the air to the ground. So was I once myself a swinger of birches.
And so I dream of going back to be. May no fate willfully misunderstand me And half grant what I wish and snatch me away Not to return. That would be good both going and coming back.
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Poetry on Nature. Whether one is watching a thrilling thunderstorm or looking up at a mighty tree, the experience of nature is one of awe. One cannot help but marvel at the intricate design of a single leaf, or the roar of a great waterfall. Time spent in nature is time spent realizing that you don't know it all and that you never will.
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