random stuff

After a long boring day i decided to surf some of the "spiritual" stuff . Was just reading some random stuff about different religions, until I stumbled upon some lectures of a Indian monk given in 1893 in Chicago, what they claim to have been a world religion conference. It was quite impressive, indeed. I shall quote few of what I read and comment. Tolerate me. I’m a bit too bored. :)

The sun goes down, its crimson rays 
        Light up the dying day; 
A startled glance I throw behind 
        And count my triumph shame; 
                No one but me to blame.

Each day my life I make or mar,
        Each deed begets its kind, 
Good good, bad bad, the tide once set 
        No one can stop or stem; 
                No one but me to blame.

I am my own embodied past; 
        Therein the plan was made; 
The will, the thought, to that conform, 
        To that the outer frame; 
                No one but me to blame.

Love comes reflected back as love, 
        Hate breeds more fierce hate, 
They mete their measures, lay on me 
        Through life and death their claim; 
                No one but me to blame.

I cast off fear and vain remorse, 
        I feel my Karma's sway 
I face the ghosts my deeds have raised — 
        Joy, sorrow, censure, fame; 
                No one but me to blame.

Good, bad, love, hate, and pleasure, pain 
        Forever linked go, 
I dream of pleasure without pain, 
        It never, never came; 
                No one but me to blame.

I give up hate, I give up love, 
        My thirst for life is gone; 
Eternal death is what I want, 
        Nirvanam goes life's flame; 
                No one is left to blame.

One only man, one only God, one ever perfect soul, 
One only sage who ever scorned the dark and dubious ways, 
One only man who dared think and dared show the goal — That death is curse, and so is life, and best when stops to be.