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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Saturday, January 24, 2009

call of forest on sunday

It is a beautiful sunny sunday. The air is filled with fragrance of
trees, and the soft wind is playing a nonchallant musical tune with
the leaves and birds.
How beautiful are the trees-loving trees! They do not know to cling to!

Good night!

It's just time for dinner now in India.
Thank you all for your kind words and friendship. See you again tomorrow.
Good night.

January 24, 2009
9.48 PM

The Moon and I

But even then there is none. Only in that ineffable silence everything
is erased leaving an essence of one single all pervading existence.