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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Tuesday, December 9, 2008
sunrise from the roof of our house
" He carried a mortal lustre as his robe,
Trailed Heaven like a purple scarf and wore
As his vermillion caste-mark a red sun..."
___Savitri (Book Seven/Canto Five)
Trailed Heaven like a purple scarf and wore
As his vermillion caste-mark a red sun..."
___Savitri (Book Seven/Canto Five)
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Sunday, December 7, 2008
a book and its leaf
You can not find the secrets of life by reading books. The words are
dry and life-less.
dry and life-less.
The photo was taken by my daughter and she presented it to me.
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Saturday, December 6, 2008
a faded past
A past is not a vanished time or a withered history. It is grabed by
the present to stand on a new form.
the present to stand on a new form.
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