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"In the sunlight of awareness, Everything becomes sacred.”
— Thich Nhat Hanh
"When you contemplate a beautiful sunset, do you have to make any effort? I don't think so. You don't have to make any effort in order to enjoy a beautiful sunset. You need only to be there, to be there mind and body together. But if your body is there and your mind is in the past or in the future, then the beautiful sunset will not be there for you.”
—Thich Nhat Hanh
"Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky.”
—Rabindranath Tagore
A week ago today we were packing up to return home from Maine.
These were some of the last shots I captured, with tears in my eyes . . .
for the beauty and symbolism of monarchs, also on their journey south.
I kept thinking of my special *flickr friend living on an island in northern Maine, who nurtured and documented the cycle of these gorgeous gifts of nature from egg to cocoon to butterfly, wondering if these were some of her babies!
*Check out Terry's incredible video . . . www.flickr.com/photos/native_islander/15081892085/
“The butterfly counts not months but moments, and has time enough.”
~ Rabindranath Tagore ~
“We are like butterflies who flutter for a day and think its forever.”
~ Dr. Carl Sagan ~
Let your life lightly dance on the edges of Time like dew on the tip of a leaf.
~Rabindranath Tagore
Worth a view in 'Lightbox'....
methinks i need to find a suitable picture for the rabindranath tagore quote. it was at the beginning of an autobiography by judy collins, called singing lessons, published in 1999.
ANSH scavenger6 "i read it somewhere"
sometimes i take these items a tad too literally!!
Rinse away in shower of light
This cover of dirt I hide mySelf with!
Awaken that which lies in deep slumber within me
With a gentle touch of thy golden morning Sun!
~Tagore~
Explored :)
This is probably one of my all-time favorite shots . . . One of those rare moments when the stillness and quiet of the early morning left one breathless. The fact my brother and I had not planned this occasion made it all the more special . . . and me, NOT a morning person! Well, this just proves anything is possible when trusting serendipity! God definitely had a hand in this moment!
“There is a point where in the mystery of existence
contradictions meet;
where movement is not all movement
and stillness is not all stillness;
where the idea and the form,
the within and the without,
are united;
where infinite becomes finite,
yet not.”
~ Rabindranath Tagore ~
“Once I knew only darkness and stillness
my life was without past or future
but a little word from the fingers of another
fell into my hand that clutched at emptiness,
and my heart leaped to the rapture of living.”
~ Helen Keller ~
“Stillness of person
and steadiness of features
are signal marks of good breeding.”
~ Oliver Wendell Holmes ~
"So you enjoy living in the light,
with happiness and stillness.
You will only truly appreciate it
after you’ve been in the dark.
Then you will have true joy and serenity.”
~ anon ~
Have we not felt the Presence in the arms of a Lover?
Have we not inhaled the Fragrance of the most exquisite flower?
Have we not basked in the Smile of a child’s eyes beaming pure Love?
Have we not rejoiced in the Thrill of flying thousands of feet above birds?
Have we not intuited the Whisper of a most excellent idea rising within us?
Have we not met the Love-Soaked stranger who generously passed on to us
exactly what we most needed today?
Why do we keep searching outside ourselves for permission
to live as joyous children of the Divine Life?
Why do we seek the Creator everywhere but within the heart?
In this holy meeting place
We freely honor the journey as only each of us can live it:
Experience our own mountaintop
Until every drawing, every song, every dance declares:
We are One.
We are One.
We are One.
©Ganga Fondan, 2013
Everyday occurrences in my world remind me over and over that many people still feel that they do not deserve to be happy and fulfilled. As if some all punishing Ruler has set out to single them out for sadness and pain, they continue to live in the shadows of those who seem braver, smarter, happier, more successful or more beautiful. If we are honest, we admit that we all have these thoughts from time to time. My training with "Ancient Secrets of Success for Today's World" has taught me that it is the ignorance of who we really are that keeps us in the prison of inhibition and insecurity. When we get to know ourselves, we revel in our true desires and experience total freedom to express. In Unity with the Creator (Sanskrit: Brahma), we know that Love can never fail us. It is limitless. It is our only security. It is the universal language of the holy meeting place. It floods everything ever created.
A performer performing in an event, observing the centenary of "Nobel" Prize won by Rabindranath Tagore in the year of 1913, the first by an Indian.
"Pluck this little flower and take it, delay not! I fear lest it
droop and drop into the dust.
I may not find a place in thy garland, but honour it with a touch of
pain from thy hand and pluck it. I fear lest the day end before I am
aware, and the time of offering go by.
Though its colour be not deep and its smell be faint, use this flower
in thy service and pluck it while there is time."
~ Rabindranath Tagore, 1861-1941~
While witnessing the dance of incense smoke rising, I decided to take a picture of it and play with the image. These creations are the result of that journey. I had Rabindranath Tagore's words in my notebook. These art pieces offer me insight into his words through my own experience. No matter in what pattern these bits and pieces are laid out, the essential aspects of the image are all still present. The many aspects of the One....
In letting Go…
First comes a feeling of emptiness
A darkness spreading inside
No poetry or melody
No one or thing to cling to
Except a feeling
A knowing
A Gnawing
To keep searching
For an answer
When at first the Song awakens
It is Love’s door opening
It is friend and family
It is angel and lord
It is heart and garden
Muse and medicine
All forms
Revealing the kingdom
Of Creation
Creator
Creating…
©Ganga Fondan, 2013
There are so many people, places, things we have to let go of in this life again and again. It's hard and frustrating to make sense out of these life events, and yet when seen in a bigger way, the garden of existence ushers in and out that which leads us onward. Staying grounded and centered and focused on what we want to experience, creates new opportunities, adventures and people to meet. Out of our highest aims, transformation and renewal comes. Every thing, person and place is a precious gift: a manifestation of the garden of life itself. This posting is dedicated to the young man who inspired me to remember this last night. Sometimes when someone else is hurting, underneath the words exchanged comes a deeper opportunity to grow. We feel ourselves an integral part of Creation instead a victim of it:
"Faith Is the Substance of Things Imaged... The Evidence of Things Not Seen."- Hebrews 11:1
“Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky.” - Rabindranath Tagore
texture by pareeerica and shadow house
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.
~Rabindranath Tagore~
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Rabindranath Tagore, also written Ravīndranātha Thākura (7 May 1861 – 7 August 1941), sobriquet Gurudev, 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. Author of Gitanjali and its "profoundly sensitive, fresh and beautiful verse", he became the first non-European to win the Nobel Prize in Literature in 1913. Sometimes referred to as "the Bard of Bengal", Tagore's poetry was viewed as spiritual and mercurial; however, his "elegant prose and magical poetry" remain largely unknown outside Bengal.
A Pirali Brahmin from Calcutta with ancestral gentry roots in Jessore, Tagore wrote poetry as an eight-year-old. At the age of sixteen, he released his first substantial poems under the pseudonym Bhānusiṃha ("Sun Lion"), which were seized upon by literary authorities as long-lost classics. By 1877 he graduated to his first short stories and dramas, published under his real name. As a humanist, universalist internationalist, and ardent anti-nationalist, he denounced the British Raj and advocated independence from Britain. As an exponent of the Bengal Renaissance, he advanced a vast canon that comprised paintings, sketches and doodles, hundreds of texts, and some two thousand songs; his legacy endures also in the institution he founded, Visva-Bharati University.
Tagore modernised Bengali art by spurning rigid classical forms and resisting linguistic strictures. His novels, stories, songs, dance-dramas, and essays spoke to topics political and personal. Gitanjali (Song Offerings), Gora (Fair-Faced) and Ghare-Baire (The Home and the World) are his best-known works, and his verse, short stories, and novels were acclaimed—or panned—for their lyricism, colloquialism, naturalism, and unnatural contemplation. His compositions were chosen by two nations as national anthems: India's Jana Gana Mana and Bangladesh's Amar Shonar Bangla. The Sri Lanka's National Anthem was inspired by his work.
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Send me the love which is cool and pure like your rain that blesses the thirsty earth and fills the homely earthen jars.
Send me the love that would soak down into the centre of being, and from there would spread like the unseen sap through the branching tree of life, giving birth to fruits and flowers.
Send me the love that keeps the heart still with the fulness of peace.
(Rabindranath Tagore)
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if you see
seaweed
you see
what I see!
if you see
something else
then you also
see
what
I see!
anyway you C, it's from the sea!
“The fish in the water are silent,
the animals on the earth are noisy,
the birds in the air are singing.
But man has in him the silence of the sea,
the noise of the earth
and the music of the air.”
~ Rabindranath Tagore ~
Light is young, the ancient light;
shadows are of the moment,
they are born old.
-Rabindranath Tagore
Rinse away in shower of light
This cover of dirt I hide myself with!
Awaken that which lies in deep slumber within me
With a gentle touch of thy golden morning Sun!
~Tagore~
On the seashore of endless worlds children meet.
The infinite sky is motionless overhead
and the restless water is boisterous.
On the seashore of endless worlds
the children meet with shouts and dances.
They build their houses with sand
and they play with empty shells.
With withered leaves they weave their boats
and smilingly float them on the vast deep.
Children have their play on the seashore of worlds.
They know not how to swim, they know not how to cast nets.
Pearl fishers dive for pearls, merchants sail in their ships,
while children gather pebbles and scatter them again.
They seek not for hidden treasures, they know not how to cast nets.
(...)
On the seashore of endless worlds children meet.
Tempest roams in the pathless sky,
ships get wrecked in the trackless water,
death is abroad and children play.
On the seashore of endless worlds is the
great meeting of children.
Rabindranath Tagore
"The true Name is like none other name!
The distinction of the Conditioned
from the Unconditioned is but a word:
The Unconditioned is the seed,
the Conditioned is the flower and the fruit.
Knowledge is the branch,
and the Name is the root.
Look, and see where the root is:
happiness shall be yours when you come to the root.
The root will lead you to the branch,
the leaf, the flower, and the fruit:
It is the encounter with the Lord,
it is the attainment of bliss,
it is the reconciliation
of the Conditioned
and the Unconditioned."
- Kabir
(Translation by Rabindranath Tagore)
Over 600 years ago, this epic poet helped us to consider what it means to live a full and abundant life. He encourages us to look deeper into the essence of the seed and recognize the Infinite wellspring of the Source itself.
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When I was a little girl of about ten, my parents bought me a guitar. I had ached to have one and finally was off to my first lesson. I couldn't stand it. Somehow I felt frustrated with learning how to play rather than just playing. I quit. Twelve years later, the enthusiasm came again when I bought a guitar from a bartender in a restaurant I was working in. I would hold it and do simple strums and murmur strange sounds from deep within. I could not bring forth what I felt. Frustration would always come. A few years later, a man came into my life who listened to my humming and strumming. In his light I found the confidence to explore the vast ocean of feelings inside. He used to write me love songs and encouraged me to write songs with him. After he passed away, I picked up his guitar and under the guidance of a great Teacher found a pathway to the songs that waited for me to find them. These songs have helped me conquer grief, find forgiveness, maintain balance in all aspects of my day to day living. They have helped me to cultivate my inner self with higher ideals through aspirational poems and creative images. They are the medicine that my life journey came to share. Finally I understand Rabindranth Tagore's words with all my heart. I am One with his Vision.
*Ad Note: (November 13, 2013) Nope, not me. Daughter of a friend of mine in the picture.
WHEN the two sisters go to fetch water, they come to this spot and they smile.
They must be aware of somebody who stands behind the trees whenever they go to fetch water.
The two sisters whisper to each other when they pass this spot.
They must have guessed the secret of that somebody who stands behind the trees whenever they go to fetch water.
Their pitchers lurch suddenly, and water spills when they reach this spot.
They must have found out that somebody's heart is beating who stands behind the trees whenever they go to fetch water.
The two sisters glance at each other when they come to this spot, and they smile.
There is a laughter in their swift-stepping feet, which makes confusion in somebody's mind who stands behind the trees whenever they go to fetch water - Rabindranath Tagore
“The fish in the water is silent,
the animal on the earth is noisy,
the bird in the air is singing.
But man has in him the silence of the sea,
the noise of the earth
and the music of the air.”
~ Rabindranath Tagore ~
“Chance is always powerful.
Let your hook be always cast;
in the pool where you least expect it,
there will be a fish.”
~ Ovid ~
“Give a man a fish
and you feed him for a day.
Teach a man to fish
and you feed him for a lifetime.”
~ Proverb ~
Yesterday our two large goldfish were released from their tupperware winter condo in our garage
into their outside pond! It's always such a thrill to watch them readjust to their favorite environment where they have so much more *s p a c e* and a real fountain! They stayed for hours under the pressure from the cascading water as if they were getting that long winter itch scratched!
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Inspired by the portrait of 19th century Indian artist Rabindranath Tagore, my piece "got stuck" in the charcoal stage. I loved the bits of text and pattern peeking through from the collage, and decided to let them be. I have plans to add a bit more to the page opposite her (which now is gel medium transfers and collage) later, making this a WIP of sorts.
"On the day when the lotus bloomed, alas, my mind was straying,
and I knew it not. My basket was empty and the flower remained unheeded.
Only now and again a sadness fell upon me, and I started up from my
dream and felt a sweet trace of a strange fragrance in the south wind.
That vague sweetness made my heart ache with longing and it seemed to
me that is was the eager breath of the summer seeking for its completion.
I knew not then that it was so near, that it was mine, and that this
perfect sweetness had blossomed in the depth of my own heart."
~ Rabindranath Tagore, 1861-1941 ~
I feel this pang inside -
Is it my soul trying to break out,
Or the world's soul trying to break in?
-Rabindranath Tagore
♫♪♫♪♫: Time to say goodbye (Sarah Brightman feat Andrea Bocelli)..
This shot is of the sunrise or sunset (I honestly can't remember....I took so many pictures) over the sea in Cascais, Portugal (right by the Fortaleza do Guincho)....one of the western most edges of europe. For some reason the sea and the sun look different there....so much more radiant and forceful.....but then again, I fell in love with Portugal so maybe it's just my interpretation.
WHEN I GO ALONE AT NIGHT
by Rabindranath Tagore
WHEN I go alone at night to my love-tryst, birds do not sing, the wind does not stir, the houses on both sides of the street stand silent.
It is my own anklets that grow loud at every step and I am ashamed.
When I sit on my balcony and listen for his footsteps, leaves do not rustle on the trees, and the water is still in the river like the sword on the knees of a sentry fallen asleep.
It is my own heart that beats wildly -- I do not know how to quiet it.
When my love comes and sits by my side, when my body trembles and my eyelids droop, the night darkens, the wind blows out the lamp, and the clouds draw veils over the stars.
It is the jewel at my own breast that shines and gives light. I do not know how to hide it.
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“On life's journey faith is nourishment,
virtuous deeds are a shelter,
wisdom is the light by day
and right mindfulness is the protection by night.
If a man lives a pure life, nothing can destroy him.”
~ Buddha ~
“Let us not pray to be sheltered from dangers but to be fearless when facing them.”
~ Rabindranath Tagore ~
“It is in the shelter of each other that the people live.”
~ Irish Proverb ~
Who is this being
seeing, hearing, touching, feeling
the wonder of life?
From where does the flow of love arise?
Where does it go to?
Who is the great Lover in me?
Who guides my footsteps
in the direction of my dreams?
Who carries me through
the unbearable moments?
What force lifts my heart again
toward the impossible dream?
My mind tries to comprehend
an answer…
Realizes that in not being able to fully know,
Love can never be captured or possessed,
ever remaining free and flowing…
Awakening those who willingly participate
In the flowering of the questions -
Filling all deepest desires…
Showering ecstasy:
The Joy of life itself.
©Ganga Fondan, 2013
This posting is dedicated to all the amazing people who I’ve connected with lately who feel discouraged because they feel the love they give unconditionally doesn’t seem to come back. It has been my experience to look for that love in everyone and everything. Only when we realize that we exist within this love somehow, can we let go and fully be alive in it. Kabir says: “Do not sit on your doorstep. Go forth and bathe yourself in that rain.”
'Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add colour to my sunset sky' - Rabindranath Tagore
captured on an unusually beautiful and still evening in Avignon.
I send waves of love and birthday wishes ....
".....like clouds
Drinking in the morning light;
Like countless waves on the sea,
Like the exuberance of aimless winds,
Like the ceaseless flow of trees
That rejoice the heart of earth,
Like the first streaks of light
At the edge of ancient night...."
~ Rabindranath Tagore, ~
From "The Free Path"
.... sorry, I can't be with you today. But i wish you a very HAPPY BIRTHDAY, Dad - with all my love xxxx
dure kothai, dure, dure
amar mon berae go ghure, ghure
je banshi te batash kandey,
shei banshitir shure shure
je poth shokol desh paraye
udaash hoye jae haaraye,
shey poth beye kangal poran
jete chae kon ochinpurey
------ English Translation------
Oh to what enchanted lands
my soul wanders ever and forever!
the tune in which the wind laments,
in that tune grieves my soul
the path which crossing every land
fades away into the oblivion,
this thirsty soul wishes to travel
upon that path to what great unknown!
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A pair of semi-ripe Mangosteens hang from 1 of 3 trees in the Pavilion.
Garcinia mangostana
Family Clusiaceae
Whitman Pavilion, Fairchild Tropical Botanic Garden, Coral Gables, Florida, USA.
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Note: The Map shows the exact GPS Coordinates of the Camera (Latitude / Longitude / Altitude). They have been Geotagged in this image's EXIF file by my accompanying GiSTEQ PhotoTrackr.
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“…There it is ever moonlight and never dark
And who speaks of one sun only?
That land is illuminate
With the rays of a million suns
Oh my Heart…
Let us go to that country
Where dwells the Beloved
The ravisher of my Heart”
I feel his words alive in me tonight. Many years ago, after singing this particular 14th Century Kabir song, I suddenly put down the guitar and heard the thunder outside. Although it was after midnight, I immediately rushed outside to feel the rain streaming heavily against my clothes and skin. The night was warm and humid. Our street had recently been paved and I ran barefoot all out for about three blocks and then jogged back again making sure to splash in every puddle. I felt the song dancing alive in me and whispering its deeper meaning to embrace life and feel all there is to feel… “Oh bodiless one, do not sit on your doorstep…Go forth and bathe yourself in that rain. Oh my Heart…”