Song to Myself

"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.
........
..I guessed it is the handkerchief of the Lord,
A scented gift and remembrancer designedly dropt,
Bearing the owner's name someway in the corners, that we may see and
remark, and say Whose?
.................
What do you think has become of the young and old men?
.........
They are alive and well somewhere,
The smallest sprout shows there is no death,
And if ever there was it led forward life, and does not wait at the end to
arrest it,
And ceas'd the moment life appeared.
............
....."
Walt Whitman

pouring light on mind

melting...

standing ovation

If you ever visit Sitarampur Railway Station-you'll find them standing
on your way. While going past they will touch you with their gentle
and fragrant air.
Accept it as my welcome message.

the green is satisfied

blessed with light

When I find myself bare of everything and there is nothing that I can
recognise as my own-then in that bareness I am filled with light..

Make your flute empty. One who is to play it will play it and the
music will flow fom the empty holes!

a praying lamp in my heart

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