Monday, January 17, 2005
when life is a drift...I year for the lift.
Manolov memories, endearment of the consort and self-love of sorts...a worldly potion for unworldly alchemy...bard is back to musings.
"dennis...arrey...tum to chhinkne wala gift laaye ho..." mony woke up and found the gift and the sneeze coming together...
When you call...madhurima...I would be writing the blog....wait for me for 5 minutes...
Saturday, May 08, 2004
from an...unplanned.walk to Kali temple...I had to turn toward Ayappa temple....the rhythmic and intense chants with traditional instruments were captivating..South India has a purer and more ancient Hinduism...After a night of reading Indian philosophy (for the presentation)....mind was in a surmise, full day.
Wish I could learn Tamil...
I stayed for half an hour there...and wept...looking at the intensity of devotees...good vibrations...I am learning the language of vibrations....
yes..night 1.00 am I happen to read the name 'Mira bai' and couldn't help crying....
I am inching closer to the unspoken prayers....one day i will become one.
Sunday, May 02, 2004
Madhurima...has been long lost...
All that binds me..is dissolved in my workshop.
I am spending from my deposits...how long will it last...
There is a fear in heart..when someone will ask me for alms..I may send him empty handed...he does not care for my workshop..
one day when it rains..I will bathe like I used to...all in open... with Little Siddharth...
May be I will cry a little...only to touch what has been mine ever..
Friday, April 30, 2004
Wednesday, April 21, 2004
when i am alone...I drift...and I gain....I weaken and I grow....struggle. Constantly on the razor's edge.
Read Ramakrishna Paramhansa's picture story today. I different world I went into....the world which can only be experienced.... a spirit...lifted from the ground.....one who goes into deep samadhi (trance) looking at wonders of nature, baby in the mother's lap, a divine place .....wish I could go to his meditation places in Kolkata (calcutta) and feel the positive vibrations of this divine soul....
i now understand...why Osho goes ga..ga. about him. And why he could create Vivekanands...
My salutations to the great soul....may lord lead my to those heights of living divinity....
when life is a drift...I year for the lift.
Manolov memories, endearment of the consort and self-love of sorts...a worldly potion for unworldly alchemy...bard is back to musings.
"dennis...arrey...tum to chhinkne wala gift laaye ho..." mony woke up and found the gift and the sneeze coming together...
When you call...madhurima...I would be writing the blog....wait for me for 5 minutes...
Saturday, May 08, 2004
from an...unplanned.walk to Kali temple...I had to turn toward Ayappa temple....the rhythmic and intense chants with traditional instruments were captivating..South India has a purer and more ancient Hinduism...After a night of reading Indian philosophy (for the presentation)....mind was in a surmise, full day.
Wish I could learn Tamil...
I stayed for half an hour there...and wept...looking at the intensity of devotees...good vibrations...I am learning the language of vibrations....
yes..night 1.00 am I happen to read the name 'Mira bai' and couldn't help crying....
I am inching closer to the unspoken prayers....one day i will become one.
Sunday, May 02, 2004
Madhurima...has been long lost...
All that binds me..is dissolved in my workshop.
I am spending from my deposits...how long will it last...
There is a fear in heart..when someone will ask me for alms..I may send him empty handed...he does not care for my workshop..
one day when it rains..I will bathe like I used to...all in open... with Little Siddharth...
May be I will cry a little...only to touch what has been mine ever..
Friday, April 30, 2004
Wednesday, April 21, 2004
when i am alone...I drift...and I gain....I weaken and I grow....struggle. Constantly on the razor's edge.
Read Ramakrishna Paramhansa's picture story today. I different world I went into....the world which can only be experienced.... a spirit...lifted from the ground.....one who goes into deep samadhi (trance) looking at wonders of nature, baby in the mother's lap, a divine place .....wish I could go to his meditation places in Kolkata (calcutta) and feel the positive vibrations of this divine soul....
i now understand...why Osho goes ga..ga. about him. And why he could create Vivekanands...
My salutations to the great soul....may lord lead my to those heights of living divinity....
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