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True end is not in reaching of the limit, but in a completion that is limitless...
- Rabindranath Tagore
"Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky." - Rabindranath Tagore
Desenvolvendo-se em torno do vulcão, com 2351 metros de altitude, que lhe dá o nome, a ilha do Pico tem uma forma oblonga – 42 Km de comprimento e 15,2 de largura – a a superfície total de 447 Km2. Um planalto com cones vulcânicos secundários termina junto do mar em altas falésias enquanto a área mais baixa, a oeste, tem declives moderados.
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Spreading around the volcano with 2351 meters of altitude, which gives it its name, the island of Pico has an oblong shape - 42 km long and 15.2 wide - a surface area of 447 km2. A plateau with volcanic cones side ends with the sea in high cliffs while the lower area in the west is gently sloping.
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Passira - PE, Brasil.
Port.:
Meu sobrinho, Miguel Lucas, com seis meses de vida, e sua mãe, Vanielly Gomes.
"Cada criança ao nascer, nos trás a mensagem de que Deus não perdeu as esperanças nos homens." [Rabindranath Tagore]
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My nephew, Miguel Lucas, with six months of life, and his mother, Vanielly Gomes.
"Every child comes with the message that God is not yet discouraged of man." [Rabindranath Tagore]
আজ ২৫-এ বৈশাখ, রবীন্দ্র জয়ন্তী।
বিশ্ব কবি রবিন্দ্রনাথ ঠাকুরের জন্ম বার্ষিকী।
তার প্রতি রইল অশেষ শ্রদ্ধা এবং ভালবাসা!
Today is 25th Boishakh (Bengali Month), Rabindra Jayanti. Its the birthday of Rabindra Nath Tagore. It is a day to pay tribute to this great literary scholar. This day is celebrated with great grandeur in various parts of the world. May his departed soul rests in peace.
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Tagore was a great humanist, poet, writer, painter, musician, novelist, dramatist, educationist and first Asian to receive Nobel Prize (1913).
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CUENTOS ELEGIDOS de Ofrenda Lírica (Gitanjali), 5 (Rabindranath Tagore)
Sé indulgente conmigo un momento y déjame sentarme a tu lado, que luego terminaré lo que estoy haciendo.
Mi corazón, si no te ve, no tiene sosiego, y mi trabajo es como un afán infinito en un fatigoso mar sin playas.
El verano ha venido hoy a mi ventana, zumbando y suspirando, y han venido las abejas, trovadores en la corte del bosque florecido.
Es el tiempo de sentarse quieto frente a ti, el tiempo de cantarte, en un ocio mudo y rebosante, la ofrenda de mi vida.
RABINDRANATH TAGORE nacido el 7 de mayo de 1861 y muerto el 7 de agosto de 1941, fue un poeta bengalí, filósofo del movimiento Brahmo Samaj (posteriormente convertido al hinduísmo), artista, dramaturgo, músico, novelista y autor de canciones que fue premiado con el Premio Nobel de Literatura en 1913, convirtiéndose en el primer asiático laureado con este reconocimiento.
Tagore, también conocido como Gurudev, revolucionó la literatura bengalí con obras tales como El hogar y el mundo y Gitanjali. Fue también un reformador cultural y un polimata que modernizó el arte bengalí desafiando las severas críticas que hasta entonces lo vinculaban a unas formas clasicistas. Dos de sus canciones son ahora los himnos nacionales de Bangladesh e India: el Amar Shonar Bangla y el Jana Gana Mana.
Para escuchar, dos temas de Eduardo Laguillo, En el Santuario de los Cinco Alientos y Regreso a Pleione.
Espero que disfruten...
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¡BESOTES DESDE ARGENTINA!!!
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Thy world is weaving words in my mind and thy joy is adding music to them.
Thou givest thyself to me in love and then feelest thine own entire sweetness in me.*
*Rabindranath Tagore
"Let your life lightly dance on the edges of Time like dew on the tip of a leaf."
Rabindranath Tagore (1861 - 1941)
Please take a four minute brake to enjoy the groovy jazz piece "Session Two" by Free the Robots
What divine drink wouldst thou have, my God, from this overflowing cup of my life?
My poet, is it thy delight to see thy creation through my eyes and to stand at the
portals of my ears silently to listen to thine own eternal harmony?
Thy world is weaving words in my mind and thy joy is adding music to them.
Thou givest thyself to me in love and then feelest thine own entire sweetness in me.
GITANJALI
The offering songs
Rabindranath Tagore
obwohl er weiß, dass er nie in ihrem Schatten sitzten wird,
hat zumindest angefangen,
den Sinn des Lebens zu begreifen.
Rabindranath Tagore
Women of different age groups paid tribute to “the great poet and writer” Rabindranath Tagore on Pochishe Boishakh.
Rabindranath Tagore was a Bengali polymath, who reshaped Bengali literature and music, as well as Indian art with Contextual Modernism in the late 19th and early 20th centuries.
He was the first non-European to win Nobel Prize in literature for his collection of poems– Gitanjali for “profoundly sensitive, fresh and beautiful verse”. After being translated to English, Gitanjali gained Rabindranath Tagore the Nobel Prize in literature in 1913.Tagore is often referred to as “the Bard of Bengal”.
His compositions were chosen by two nations as national anthems: India’s Jana Gana Mana and Bangladesh’s Amar Shonar Bangla. The Sri Lankan national anthem was inspired by his work.
Tagore contribution to Indian literature is considered unparalleled, however his legacy also endures in the institution he founded, Visva-Bharati University.
True end is not in the reaching of the limit,
but in a completion which is limitless.
- Rabindranath Tagore
"By plucking her petals, you do not gather the beauty of the flower".
Rabindranath Tagore.
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No actual flowers were harmed (by me) in taking this photograph.
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This is my prayer, that I may know before I leave why
the earth called me to her arms.
Why her night's silence spoke to me of stars, and her
daylight kissed my thoughts into flower.
Rabindranath Tagore, Fruit-Gathering
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Rabindranath Tagore (1861-1941) was a Poet, Philosopher, Musician, Writer, Educator, and the first Indian Nobel Laureate for Literature (1913). Tagore has been labelled the "King of Poets" for his beautiful and exquisite poetry. In particular Tagore had a deep love and reverence for nature which he was able to express through lyrical poetry.
Tagore was awarded the Nobel Prize in 1913 for his book Gitanjali. W.B.Yeats in particular was deeply impressed with this work and wrote an introduction. With this honour Tagore became famous in both India and the West. In 1915 Tagore was knighted by King George, however Tagore was to return his knighthood in protest of the Amritsar massacre (1919)
As a writer, Tagore primarily worked in Bengali, but after his success with Gitanjali, he translated many of his other works into English..
My song will be like a pair of wings to your dreams,
it will transport your heart to the verge of the unknown.
from " My Song"
by Ravindranath Tagore
"Les nuages apparaissent dans ma vie, non plus pour amener la pluie ou conduire la tempête, mais pour ajouter de la couleur au ciel de mon coucher de soleil."
- Rabindranath Tagore
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"Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky."
- Rabindranath Tagore
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have you not heard his silent steps?
he comes, comes, ever comes
every moment and every age
every day and every night he comes, comes, ever comes
many a song have i sung in many a mood of mind
but all their notes have always proclaimed
`he comes, comes, ever comes'
in the fragrant days of sunny april through the forest path
he comes, comes, ever comes
in the rainy gloom of july nights on the thundering chariot of clouds
he comes, comes, ever comes
in sorrow after sorrow it is his steps that press upon my heart
and it is the golden touch of his feet that makes my joy to shine
silent steps
by rabindranath tagore
~Unending Love~
I seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times...
In life after life, in age after age, forever.
My spellbound heart has made and remade the necklace of songs,
That you take as a gift, wear round your neck in your many forms,
In life after life, in age after age, forever.
Whenever I hear old chronicles of love, it's age old pain,
It's ancient tale of being apart or together.
As I stare on and on into the past, in the end you emerge,
Clad in the light of a pole-star, piercing the darkness of time.
You become an image of what is remembered forever.
You and I have floated here on the stream that brings from the fount.
At the heart of time, love of one for another.
We have played along side millions of lovers,
Shared in the same shy sweetness of meeting,
the distressful tears of farewell,
Old love but in shapes that renew and renew forever.
~Rabindranath Tagore
After selecting the quotation by Tagore, these words came to me:
when our steps are suddenly broken
and our climb is thus impaired
may we embrace this time
to travel within
to pause, reflect and begin
a g a i n . . .
“Where the mind is without fear
and the head is held high;
Where knowledge is free;
Where the world has not been broken up into fragments
by narrow domestic walls;
Where words come out from the depth of truth;
Where tireless striving stretches its arms towards perfection;
Where the clear stream of reason has not lost its way
in the dreary desert sand of dead habit;
Where the mind is led forward by thee into ever widening thought and action....
into that heaven of freedom, my father, let my country awake.”
~ Rabindranath Tagore ~
I seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times…
In life after life, in age after age, forever.
My spellbound heart has made and remade the necklace of songs,
That you take as a gift, wear round your neck in your many forms,
In life after life, in age after age, forever.
Whenever I hear old chronicles of love, its age-old pain,
Its ancient tale of being apart or together.
As I stare on and on into the past, in the end you emerge,
Clad in the light of a pole-star piercing the darkness of time:
You become an image of what is remembered forever.
You and I have floated here on the stream that brings from the fount.
At the heart of time, love of one for another.
We have played along side millions of lovers, shared in the same
Shy sweetness of meeting, the same distressful tears of farewell -
Old love but in shapes that renew and renew forever.
Today it is heaped at your feet, it has found its end in you
The love of all man’s days both past and forever:
Universal joy, universal sorrow, universal life.
The memories of all loves merging with this one love of ours -
And the songs of every poet past and forever.
Words by Rabindranath Tagore
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“Man's cry is to reach his fullest expression.”
~ Rabindranath Tagore ~
. . . just "one small corner" of Jane's paper stash,
ready for its fullest expression in a paper collage!
Kala Bhavan,Shantiniketan,India is considered as one of the best Arts colleges in the world. Here you can see wall paintings,sculptures,frescoes and murals of famous artists like Ramkinkar baiz, Binode Behari, K G Subramanyan etc
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They were once fresh and alive
Lauderhill. Florida, USA.
April 14th/2010
Nikon D5000
Thanks to the beautiful textures of French Kiss Textures and Kim Klassen brushes.
Lamp of Love
Light, oh where is the light?
Kindle it with the burning fire of desire!
There is the lamp but never a flicker of a flame---is such thy fate, my heart?
Ah, death were better by far for thee!
Misery knocks at thy door,
and her message is that thy lord is wakeful,
and he calls thee to the love-tryst through the darkness of night.
The sky is overcast with clouds and the rain is ceaseless.
I know not what this is that stirs in me---I know not its meaning.
A moment's flash of lightning drags down a deeper gloom on my sight,
and my heart gropes for the path to where the music of the night calls me.
Light, oh where is the light!
Kindle it with the burning fire of desire!
It thunders and the wind rushes screaming through the void.
The night is black as a black stone.
Let not the hours pass by in the dark.
Kindle the lamp of love with thy life.
GITANJALI
Song offerings by
Rabindranath Tagore
'Where the Mind Is Without Fear'
---------------------By Rabindranath Tagore.
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spring shower
nenewal
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I touch the edge of the far
spreading wing of my song
-Ravindranath Tagore
Distant Time
I know not from what distant time
thou art ever coming nearer to meet me.
Thy sun and stars can never
keep thee hidden from me for aye.
In many a morning and eve
thy footsteps have been heard
and thy messenger has come
within my heart
and called me in secret.
I know not only why today
my life is all astir,
and a feeling of tremulous joy
is passing through my heart.
It is as if the time were come
to wind up my work,
and I feel in the air a faint smell
of thy sweet presence.
GITANJALI
The song offering
Rabindranath Tagore
Light, my light, the world-filling light,
the eye-kissing light,
heart-sweetening light!
[...]
~ Rabindranath Tagore ~
"Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky. " ~ Rabindranath Tagore
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তুমি আমায় ডেকেছিলে ছুটির নিমন্ত্রণে,
তখন ছিলেম বহু দূরে কিসের অন্বেষণে ।।
কূলে যখন এলেম ফিরে তখন অস্তশিখরশিরে
চাইল রবি শেষ চাওয়া তার কনকচাঁপার বনে ।
আমার ছুটি ফুরিয়ে গেছে কখন অন্যমনে ।।
লিখন তোমার বিনিসুতোর শিউলিফুলের মালা,
বাণী যে তার সোনায়-ছোঁওয়া অরুণ-আলোয়-ঢালা–
এল আমার ক্লান্ত হাতে ফুল-ঝরানো শীতের রাতে
কুহেলিকায় মন্থর কোন্ মৌন সমীরণে ।
তখন ছুটি ফুরিয়ে গেছে কখন অন্যমনে ।।
তুমি আমায় ডেকেছিলে ছুটির নিমন্ত্রণে (শ্রাবণী সেন)
Don't forget to hear the song.
I LAUGH
when I hear that the fish
in the water is thirsty:
You do not see
that the Real
is in your home,
and you wander
from forest to forest
listlessly!
You do not see
that the Real
is in your home…
pânî vic mîn piyâsî
Here is the truth!
Go where you will,
to Benares or to Mathura;
if you do not find your soul,
the world is unreal to you.
pânî vic mîn piyâsî
pânî vic mîn piyâsî
pânî vic mîn piyâsî
-Kabir
-Translated by Rabindranath Tagore
Kabir is a Light in my life. Though he lived hundreds of years ago, his poetry kindles my heart over and over to remind me that the joy of who I am never comes from the outside because this idea leads us to wander away from who we really are inside. Just imagine the great download we have received as to who we are. Are we define-able by skin color, by religious belief, by income, education, gender, political ideology or geography? Are we measurable by height, intelligence, fashion sense, the timing of our text responses, how many likes we get on social media? Does it really define us if we rent or own our homes, if we are single or married, if we have children or if we eat meat or do not eat meat? The wealth of who we are shines in our eye, moves us to love and fills us up with creativity, compassion and understanding. Kabir reminds us that just like fish can forget that they are swimming in their Abundance, so do we. We journey through our lives to come Home again and again in this Truth. In those monumental moments of realization, we can almost hear this Ancient Love Warrior Poet laughing with us.
A drop
Melting into the sea,
Everyone can see.
But the sea
Absorped
In a drop —
A rare one
can follow!
Kabir
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