"You wait for the good moment-the infamous first thought-but nothing happens. There is a thought of giving up the whole thing, or else trying to crank something up artificially. But neither one of those things works. Then you sort of become distracted by something else- and when you come back, there it is!"
-CTR, 'True Perception' Dharma Art
Truly inspiring book . Still reading . more views to come
Of Life and Love Mysteries I try to solve, Dreams I try to live, Journeys I try to endure...... Simply put.... Just trying to make sense of the world!
Monday, 22 February 2010
Saturday, 20 February 2010
Wednesday, 17 February 2010
Thursday, 11 February 2010
................
........And I can hear you sleep beneath the candlelight I can see your dreams like they were mine
Some songs hit home ...Some lyrics make you think .
Words can be deceitful.
If they are meant to mean one but they are understood as something else.
Im back to square one . And I see it as a good thing . How beginnings are always a good thing. Its only somehwere in between that the tightrope gets scary to balance.When you cant go back and cant reach the other side. But then again , the other side is a new beginning.
.. yes I know im rambling . Please bear.
Monday, 11 January 2010
Prayer
So many people
and the noise is deafening
and the blaring loudspeakers
with holy chants
the crowded market
the busy street
the bright colours
the shining idols
The pavement is dirty
And people washing their feet
and the long row of people
is never ending
and at last you sight
the orange painted idol
and prostrate
when you close your eyes and sit to pray
and somewhere in the midst of all
the chaos and the noise
you enter this world
far far away
this place I cant put in words
I tried to draw but the pencil didn't move
No song , no poem can describe this space
I tried to speak about it but words failed me again
And then perhaps I think its best
to let it be......
........Let it be.
and the noise is deafening
and the blaring loudspeakers
with holy chants
the crowded market
the busy street
the bright colours
the shining idols
The pavement is dirty
And people washing their feet
and the long row of people
is never ending
and at last you sight
the orange painted idol
and prostrate
when you close your eyes and sit to pray
and somewhere in the midst of all
the chaos and the noise
you enter this world
far far away
this place I cant put in words
I tried to draw but the pencil didn't move
No song , no poem can describe this space
I tried to speak about it but words failed me again
And then perhaps I think its best
to let it be......
........Let it be.
Friday, 25 December 2009
Time to be jolly
“We are responsible for what we are, and whatever we wish ourselves to be, we have the power to make ourselves. If what we are now has been the result of our own past actions, it certainly follows that whatever we wish to be in future can be produced by our present actions; so we have to know how to act.”
Swami Vivekananda

Just one of those days . that gets you thinking .
Have your experience of life made you what you are today or
did you choose this life , brought it forth by letting your thoughts create your reality .
Just a way of looking at things . Some thoughts just make you more cheerful than others
Merry Christmas .. :)
Swami Vivekananda
Just one of those days . that gets you thinking .
Have your experience of life made you what you are today or
did you choose this life , brought it forth by letting your thoughts create your reality .
Just a way of looking at things . Some thoughts just make you more cheerful than others
Merry Christmas .. :)
Tuesday, 1 December 2009
Flying Moments
While looking below from a high rise terrace
watching ant size men
walking the street
And all of a sudden
I take a leap ..
and wind whooshes past my ear
Suddenly I look up
and see those clouds
Shining behind them
something orange
something bright
then it disappears
and it all turns dark
the loud noise of crashing
I feel the drops , cold and harsh
Looking down now
its all hazy
the greens, the browns
and the yellows
merging together
blurring my vision
going round and round
in circles again
my heads spinning
my heart is thumping
I'm moving too fast
and as I'm struggling
all of a sudden
in that life altering moment
it all becomes clear to me
the light is white and
every thing's bright
All I have to do
is flap my wings ...
the sky is mine, the clouds are mine
the ground is what Ive left behind
I belong to the sky
I belong to the clouds
I belong high up where the bird sings
If not so then tell me why..
tell me why
God has given me wings
watching ant size men
walking the street
And all of a sudden
I take a leap ..
and wind whooshes past my ear
Suddenly I look up
and see those clouds
Shining behind them
something orange
something bright
then it disappears
and it all turns dark
the loud noise of crashing
I feel the drops , cold and harsh
Looking down now
its all hazy
the greens, the browns
and the yellows
merging together
blurring my vision
going round and round
in circles again
my heads spinning
my heart is thumping
I'm moving too fast
and as I'm struggling
all of a sudden
in that life altering moment
it all becomes clear to me
the light is white and
every thing's bright
All I have to do
is flap my wings ...
the sky is mine, the clouds are mine
the ground is what Ive left behind
I belong to the sky
I belong to the clouds
I belong high up where the bird sings
If not so then tell me why..
tell me why
God has given me wings
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