I saw the Sacred Be,
Children descending
One by One
Like beads in a rosary
To pay homage to Life
Only guided by their instinct and love
Without command or scripture.
I Saw the Sacred Be
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Freedom from Freedom
You are free to fly on
Ocean of Dreams
without land in sight.
But if it is freedom you seek,
Tired of flight,
Seek to fly no more.
Cut off your Wings and be Free at last!
Bird on a Wire Leonard Cohen December 7 2012 Ottawa Show
Leonard Cohen is a legendary person worth watching live. Please check his web site for upcoming shows near you.
Life
Death like Fall Colours,
Life like Winter Tree:
Beautiful, Eternal
Happy Moments, Endings, Eternity & God!
1975
I see the passage of time and a moment of moments lived and appreciated in hindsight!
I am not a child anymore. The boy became a man and a shadow of himself. I now understand my beloved grandmother (Maa): This is a world of endings! Everything in it perishes except the Face of God!
The song by Jagjit Singh, Who Kagaz Ki Kashti, captures the nostalgia Audio: 01 Woh Kagaz Ki Kashti. English translation follows:
Do take my gold, and my fame, if you must
You can have my youth if you so do will
But do give me back my childhood showers
My little paper boat, the fresh rain’s thrill
Do take my gold, and my fame, if you must
You can have my youth if you so do will
But do give me back my childhood showers
My little paper boat, the fresh rain’s thrill
My little paper boat, the fresh rain’s thrill
She, who, lived here as old as the road
She, whom we children, called granny
She, who wrapped fairies in sweet songs
She, whose wrinkles of years so many
And who, try as much, could forget them
Her fresh long tales filling nights so tiny
My little paper boat, the fresh rain’s thrill
To walk out in the scorching heat
To larks and those jays and chasing butterflies
We’d marry our dolls and fight over it
High in our swings jumping far from watchful eyes
And those little trinkets of copper and bark
Those deep scarlet marks of broken bangles and cries
My little paper boat, the fresh rain’s thrill
To drag our feet over smooth high dunes
A castle here, a hillock there
Our innocence filling every picture and tune
Our life of toys and dreams
In a world of joy, relations none did prune
Wasn’t it beautiful, that life of ours?
I Hope You Dance!
“I hope you dance” by Lee Ann Womack
Naked Beauty
Let water touch your naked skin;
Remove the cloth of decency & hypocrisy:
Let Water Purify You.
Photograph curtesy of Jordan Swavely, a photographer residing in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania.
http://jordanswavely.com/
Where is God?
A Bird flew in search of its Wings
as I for God:
How Beautiful the flight,
How futile the search!
Ecstasy
Photograph curtesy of Jordan Swavely, a photographer residing in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. http://jordanswavely.com/
Expose yourself a little-
Bare your skin:
Experience the touch-
Do not swim while emptying the pool.
Live Life-
Experience the Orgy:
Don’t Just believe in It.
Life After Life
The Conscience 