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- There is a place, or so I’m told,
- With Landscapes lovelier than gold,
- And all who enter will never grow old–
- There’s only one door to this land so fair,
- Enter with a true heart, a dream and a prayer,
- And only love can bring you there —
- For love is the only key.
( Poem : by Christine B. 1966 )
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August 31, 2012 | Categories: ladakh | Tags: art, arts, beauty, buddha, camera, god, gold, grow, heaven, hope, illustration, india, key, ladakh, land, landscapes, love, lovlier, meditation, mind, mist, nature, old, photographer, photography, place, poem, poet, prayer, presence, profound, religion, spirit, spirituality, travel, true heart, vacation, zen | 8 Comments
The pond stood still
No ripples
To grow lilies
We must leave it dirty
The water invites the frogs
Croaking singing now every night
To grow lilies in the still pond
We must create an entire world
Create a
universe…
is this how it all began ?
to grow lilies
( words : Divyam Surabhi )
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July 22, 2012 | Categories: I dared to bend a Knee... | Tags: art, arts, beauty, buddha, camera, dirty, energy, entire world, eternal, flower, frogs, god, grow, hope, illustration, india, lilies, lilly, love, meditation, mind, nature, osho, photographer, photography, poet, pond, presence, profound, religion, ripples, spirit, spirituality, still, still pond, stood still, travel, universe, water, wildlife, zen | 10 Comments
Living with a damaged skull 