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Posts tagged “blade of grass

Lips…

       

 

                            “Teach not the lip such scorn,

 

                                        for it was made for kissing”

                  

                                                                           ~ ~ William Shakespeare

 

 

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Wildness…

 

 

I don’t like formal gardens.

I like wild nature.

It’s just the wildness instinct in me,

I Guess.

~~ Walt Disney

 

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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

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                  Mommy says

                                            I am cute….

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                       If you think

                                                        I am cute….

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                                  You should see my

                                                                            Butt….

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                        I may be small..

                                        But I am the Boss…

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                          Babies are the link

                         Between angels & man

                                                               ~~ unknown

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                         A baby is god’s opinion that

                                                                   the world should go on…

                                                                               ~~ Carl Sandburg

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                                    Sometimes the smallest bundles bring

                                                                 The greatest joy…

                                                  ~~  Unknown

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                         Every baby needs

                                                               A lap…

                                                                     ~~ Henry Robin

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                               Sometimes the smallest things shine

                                          brightest in our lives…

                                                                                             ~~ unknown

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                              Some times It’s the smallest things that

                                                                take up the most room in our

                                                                                                         Heart…

                                                                                            ~~ Winnie the pooh

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soul…

 

 

If they breath they live….

 

 

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If they live they feel….

 

 

 

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If they feel they love….

 

 

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If they love they are aware…

 

 

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If they are aware ..

 

 

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They have a  SOUL….

 

 

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( 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