Wildness…
I don’t like formal gardens.
I like wild nature.
It’s just the wildness instinct in me,
I Guess.
~~ Walt Disney
Baby & I…
Dear Friends…
It’s exactly one year since I started my blog
Living with a damaged skull
I started with my first post.”unconditional love” .(.https://sriramjanak.wordpress.com/2012/05/24/babys-day-out/)..about elephants babies…
And I thought It would be appropriate to celebrate this I st anniversary with another post about them …
My thanks to all my blogger friends who have supported me through out…..taken time to be here with me and also like /comment on my posts..
The past one year has been a great learning experience for me and I also did damage my skull ( literally ).. 🙂 .which I hope makes me better in the coming years… :-).
This post is for you my friends…
Take care
Sriram Janak
A wee bit of heaven
Drifted down from above—
A handful of happiness,A heart full of love…
The mystery of life,
So sacred and sweet—
The giver of joy,
So deep & complete.
Precious & priceless,
So lovable, too –
The world‘s sweetest miracle,
Baby, is YOU..
~~ Helen Steiner Rice
Mommy says
I am cute….
If you think
I am cute….
You should see my
Butt….
I may be small..
But I am the Boss…
Babies are the link
Between angels & man
~~ unknown
A baby is god’s opinion that
the world should go on…
~~ Carl Sandburg
Sometimes the smallest bundles bring
The greatest joy…
~~ Unknown
Every baby needs
A lap…
~~ Henry Robin
Sometimes the smallest things shine
brightest in our lives…
~~ unknown
Some times It’s the smallest things that
take up the most room in our
Heart…
~~ Winnie the pooh
soul…
If they breath they live….
If they live they feel….
If they feel they love….
If they love they are aware…
If they are aware ..
They have a SOUL….
( words : Anthony Douglas Williams )
Trust…
Every child is born with trust.
You came with trust
trust was there ,
trust is there,
trust will be there…..
You are trust…
Angel…
E very blade of grass has its angel
that bends over it and whispers,
“grow , Grow “
~~ The Talmud
Grass…
A child said : ‘ what is the grass ? ‘
Fetching it to me with full hands.
How could I answer the child ? I do not
Know what it is any more than he.
~~ Whitman
…grass is probably a good thing ,
providing a home for crickets and ladybirds
and other small creatures.
It wouldn’t be much fun living on a planet where grass could not grow….
( ~~ Ruskin bond )
Whisper a wish…
As the Indian Legend goes;
Whisper a wish to a butterfly,
since a butterfly can make no sound,
the butterfly cannot reveal….
The wish to anyone but the great spirit.
In gratitude for giving the beautiful butterfly its freedom,
The great spirit always grants the wish…
So , according to legend, by making a wish & giving
The butterfly its freedom…
The wish will be taken to the heavens
and
Be Granted…..
Understand them…
“ The beast which passeth all others
in wit & mind “
~~ Aristotle
to understand them…
Just intellect is not enough…
To Understand them…
you will have to go on the same path they traveled…..
To understand them …
it is essential to understand what they feel….
To understand them…
without including their emotions is not right…
Inner sun…
As I walked on my way, I realized that it is not only the sun
which can make a day much brighter.
How is it that we deny ourselves an inner sun, shinning through the silent words of
Nature?
Even your inner colors change as the patterns of
your inner self dance to a new rhythm in life.
This must now be part of your daily movement: to recognize, greet, and
listen to all forms of nature, from the lowly moss to the greatest tree.
All share in he one life , all dance to tha same rhythm , all blend
their notes in the song of the universe.
We rejoice, our brother, for soon that song will blend into your pattern of color ,
and the doors of a new and deeper sharing will be thrown wide open…
You listen to the silent song of my
Voice….
( words : Michael J . Roads )
Better day…
I’m walking away from the troubles in my life,
I’m walking away oh to find a better day …’
~~ Craig David
Home…
Home
is safety…
Home
Is soul…
Home
Is naked….
Home
Is where my truth lies…
Home
Is where I can get into…
Home
Is home
my home….
my home….
Oh My home….
( words : Rivera…)
Tusker in rain…
” only that day dawns to
which we are awake “
~~Henry David Thoreau
I always wanted to photograph a Tusker in rain……
early morning ride….
we were just entering the forest through the bamboo thickets…..when
we heard the sound of bamboo cracking….& the bamboo near the road swayed….
It was raining…
and I was praying….
the camera was ready…and we saw this handsome fellow emerge …
In the forest …
they say everything happens suddenly &
all at once…
cutting off….
all speech…
cutting off…
all thoughts…
He emerged…..
“…….the painter is in love with colours,
The poet is in love with words…….”
~~~ Osho
and I was in love with this gentle gaint…
Artless..
” The state of mind of the photographer while
creating is a blank….(but ) it is a very active state
of mind really, a very receptive state of mind, ready
at an instant to grasp an image, yet with no image
pre-formed in it at any time. “
~~~~ Minor white
Every blade of grass has it’s angel that bends over it & whispers,
Grow …grow……………………….
~~~~The Talmud
A fallen F L o W e R ….
returning to the branch
it was a B U T T e F L Y……
…….Zen
Only our eyes need to see
where …there is a
M E A N I N G…..
O f t e n ……. we overlook ….
These…….Displays…..
Without looking forward to tomorrow………
T H I N K …….of this moment……
T R U E …. strength
I s …Delicate……
” When you try to stop activity to achieve passivity,
your very efforills you with activity ”
~~~~Jianzhi Sengca
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