In this investiture of fleshly life A soul that is a spark of God survives . And sometimes it breaks through the sordid screen And kindles a fire that makes us half-divine. Savitri, Book 11, Canto V
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Monday, January 12, 2009

reaching out to the sun

Golden bougainvillea

The photograph is taken by my daughter.

It never preaches but sings

When I write it sings behind me. Or it may be said that the wind comes
to play it for my hearing. It helps me in my writing.

The photo is taken from within the room.