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Light, my light, the world-filling light,
the eye-kissing light,
heart-sweetening light!
Ah, the light dances, my darling, at the center of my life;
the light strikes, my darling, the chords of my love;
the sky opens, the wind runs wild, laughter passes over the earth.
The butterflies spread their sails on the sea of light.
Lilies and jasmines surge up on the crest of the waves of light.
The light is shattered into gold on every cloud, my darling,
and it scatters gems in profusion.
Mirth spreads from leaf to leaf, my darling,
and gladness without measure.
The heaven's river has drowned its banks
and the flood of joy is abroad.*
*Rabindranath Tagore
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উড়াব ঊর্ধ্বে প্রেমের নিশান দুর্গমপথমাঝে
দুর্দম বেগে দুঃসহতম কাজে।
রুক্ষ দিনের দুঃখ পাই তো পাব--
চাই না শান্তি, সান্ত্বনা নাহি চাব।
পাড়ি দিতে নদী হাল ভাঙে যদি, ছিন্ন পালের কাছি,
মৃত্যুর মুখে দাঁড়ায়ে জানিব তুমি আছ আমি আছি।
দুজনের চোখে দেখেছি জগৎ, দোঁহারে দেখেছি দোঁহে--
মরুপথতাপ দুজনে নিয়েছি সহে।
ছুটি নি মোহন মরীচিকা-পিছে -পিছে,
ভুলাই নি মন সত্যেরে করি মিছে--
এই গৌরবে চলিব এ ভবে যত দিন দোঁহে বাঁচি।
এ বাণী, প্রেয়সী, হোক মহীয়সী "তুমি আছ আমি আছি"॥
- রবীন্দ্রনাথ ঠাকুর
“The picture of a flower in a botanical book is information; its mission ends with our knowledge. But in pure art it is a personal communication. And therefore until it finds its harmony in the depth of our personality it misses the mark. We can treat”
--Rabindranath Tagore, 1861-1941, Indian Poet and Essayist--
Near Overlap Stone, Lamai jungle, Koh Samui, Thailand
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You,the epitome of beauty, When You emerged from the Heart of Bengal !
Maa, I look at You in Spellbound wonder.
“ Aji Bangladesher Hridoy Hotey Kokhon Aponey
Tumi Aei Aporoop Roopey Bahir Holey Janoni.
O-Go Maa, Tomai Daykhe Daykhe Ankhi Na Pherey.”
- Rabindranath Tagore
A fusion dance incorporating styles from folk forms of rural Bengal, refined and classical Indian traditions, modern/urban and the martial arts styles, this quartet performed FIREFLIES - a collection of haikus written by Rabindranath Tagore after an inspirational trip to Japan. The performance of dance, music and translated recitations by Naila Azad Nupur was put together by noted cultural activist Lubna Marium under the aegis of her organization Shadhona and held on the 2nd day of the Biennial Conference of the Inter-Asia Cultural Studies Society (IACSS), 17-18Dec 2011, BRAC University, Dhaka.
The strains of love fill the days and the nights with music, and the world is listening to its melodies:
Mad with joy, life and death dance to the rhythm of this music. The hills and the sea and the earth dance. The world of man dances in laughter and tears."
From Songs of Kabir, a 14th Century Ecstatic Poet
Photo Painting inspired by this poem, "Moon Dancer"
Locked in your fear,
I saw you tossing and turning on your pillow
Paralyzed by your own lack of imagination
Held prisoner by your own consent
Still reluctant to ask for your rightful share of joy
You wonder if you even deserve it
I hear you crying out in your sleep
Terrified that this is all life has to offer …
You avoid the reach
For the one dream
That was lost
Believe me I understand this agony
A new strength pours through my heart
We are one
The immortal love song continues
My lover left so that I might go beyond this pain:
To find him again and again in every heart that longs
©Ganga Fondan, 2013
“Let your life lightly dance on the edges of Time
like dew on the tip of a leaf.”
~ Rabindranath Tagore ~
I visited Bhuvaneswari Temple in Udaipur, Tripura.
Tripura is not a popular place with Western tourists so I was one hell of a novelty for the locals.
Bhuvaneswari temple is located on the bank of river Gomati at Udaipur in Tripura. Udaipur is known as the “Temple town of Tripura”. It is situated 55 km from the capital city Agartala. The temple was constructed in the 17th century by Maharaja Govinda Manikya. The Royal palace of the Maharaja can also be visited when you pay a visit to this temple as it is located near the temple.
The Bhuvaneswari temple finds mention in two of the plays of Rabindranath Tagore( won the first noble prize in literature in India) – titled Rajarshi and Bisharjan.
"The morning sea of silence broke into ripples of bird songs;
and the flowers were all merry by the roadside;
and the wealth of gold was scattered through the rift of the clouds
while we busily went on our way and paid no heed."
~ Rabindranath Tagore, 1861-1941 ~
From "The Journey" (only this section was suitable.)
Signed 'Rabindra' in Bengali. Dated April 24, 1936. Ink and watercolor on paper. 18.8 x 33 cm.
© Rabindra Bhavana
La farfalla non conta gli anni ma gli istanti: per questo il suo breve tempo le basta.
Rabindranath Tagore
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This time the surprise was outside the bag, in the wrapping!
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my new flickr friend, master seamster, Danny Mansmith.
“Night's darkness is the bag that bursts with the gold of the dawn.”
~ Rabindranath Tagore ~
~ Rabindranath Tagore (Indian Poet, Playwright and Essayist, Won the Nobel Prize for Literature in 1913, 1861-1941)
This was captured while on the ferry over Jenny Lake on our way back to the Jenny Lake visitor's center. The dark blue and pristine waters of Jenny Lake are unique.
Jenny Lake is 3.5 km (2.2 miles) long, 1.9 km (1.2 miles) wide and 79m (260 feet) deep. It is one of the most beautiful mountain-lakes in the US. The lake was formed approximately 12,000 years ago by glaciers pushing rock debris which carved Cascade Canyon during the last glacial maximum, forming a terminal moraine which now impounds the lake. -- www.wikipedia.org
Jenny lake was named for the wife of an early homesteader by the name of Beaver Dick Leigh, who also has a lake named after him. Trout have been stocked in this lake. Jenny Lake is formed by glaciers little more than 10,000 years ago and is one of the most popular spots in Grand Teton National Park. This lake is breathtaking because it sits right at the feet of the park’s tallest peaks.
September 11, 2010, Jenny Lake, Grand Teton National Park, Wyoming, The lovely Jenny lake.
The soul is a pilgrim journeying towards endless horizons. ...
Death is a journey towards a new horizon.
(John O'Donohue, Anam Cara)
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The Cloud said to me, "I vanish";
the Night said, "I plunge into the fiery dawn."
The Pain said, "I remain in deep silence as his footprint."
"I die into fullness", said my life to me.
The Earth said, "My lights kiss your thoughts every moment."
"The days pass", Love said," but I wait for you."
Death said, "I ply the boat of your life across the sea."
(Rabindranath Tagore, Fruit-Gathering)
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All Souls Day is today.
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Rabindranath Tagore (7 May 1861 – 7 August 1941),[b] sobriquet Gurudev,[c] 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. In translation his poetry was viewed as spiritual and mercurial; however, his "elegant prose and magical poetry" remain largely unknown outside Bengal. Tagore introduced new prose and verse forms and the use of colloquial language into Bengali literature, thereby freeing it from traditional models based on classical Sanskrit. He was highly influential in introducing the best of Indian culture to the West and vice versa, and he is generally regarded as the outstanding creative artist of the modern Indian subcontinent.
On The Seashore
by Rabindranath 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.
The sea surges up with laughter,
And pale gleams the smile of the sea-beach.
Death-dealing waves sing
Meaningless ballads to the children,
Even like a mother while rocking her baby's cradle.
The sea plays with children,
And pale gleams the smile of the sea-beach.
On the seashore of endless worlds children meet.
Tempest roams in the pathless sky,
Ships are wrecked in the trackless water,
Death is abroad and children play.
On the seashore of endless worlds is the
Great meeting of children.
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To enter that wisdom
Remains the great struggle of life
Mind thinks itself a ruler
Loud and obnoxiously the storm comes
It whips and destroys
It shakes the foundation of belief
The quest continues
Tossed in unbearable upheaval
The body aches
The body bleeds
The body breaks
It cries out
It cries out again
Helplessly
While Wisdom waits
Closer than hands and feet
In the center of Beingness
Yearning to feel the longing
Waiting for the reaching
Knowing the heart will open
Trusting in the blossoming to come
©Ganga Fondan, 2012
Though the scope of my thinking has considerable changed, years of conditioning still shape the way I accept and reject some ideas. Lately I’ve felt resistance to something very deep inside and this posting is a working through it. Rabindranath Tagore’s poetry offers consolation. I often think how Annie Sullivan never gave up on the rebellious and angry, young deaf and blind Helen Keller. She trusted the blossoming would come. The same way my heart waits patiently but ohhhh that monkey mind…..
From my Aunt's collection: I took a photo of this rare picture of Rabindranath Thakur and my aunt's father. To me, my aunt's father was the dadu (grandfather) who penned great stories for kids.
Rabindranath Tagore (7 May 1861 – 7 August 1941),[b] sobriquet Gurudev,[c] 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. In translation his poetry was viewed as spiritual and mercurial; however, his "elegant prose and magical poetry" remain largely unknown outside Bengal. Tagore introduced new prose and verse forms and the use of colloquial language into Bengali literature, thereby freeing it from traditional models based on classical Sanskrit. He was highly influential in introducing the best of Indian culture to the West and vice versa, and he is generally regarded as the outstanding creative artist of the modern Indian subcontinent.
Description: Newspaper clipping. Helen Keller meets Indian poet and educationalist, Sir Rabindranath Tagore. Caption below photograph reads, "A sage from the Orient meets a famous woman of the Occident. Sir Rabindranath Tagore, eminent Indian poet and educationalist, conversing with Helen Keller, noted blind woman of America, on the problem of India. At the meeting of the New History Society in New York, at which Tagore gave his farewell message to American people, Miss Keller spoke in the interests of India."
Date: circa 1930
Format: newspaper clipping
Digital Identifier: AG62-3-002
Rights: Samuel P. Hayes Research Library, Perkins School for the Blind, Watertown, MA
Rabindranath Tagore
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Lovely Wellingborough Council-types have planted a brilliant bed of orange and yellowy-gold flowers which the butterflies seem to adore. I was there for a couple of minutes this past Wednesday on my way to hospital, and wanted to go back to spend some time. I was unceremoniously dumped today and told to walk back to where James was off to. I shot off loads but like this one in particular, not because it's in any way perfect, but because I like the dead flower head to the right; to me, it shows the impermanence of life.
Patal Bari is another beautiful example of the advancement in the knowledge of architecture and the aesthetic sense of the people of those earlier days. Its lowest floor is submerged in the River Ganga. The Nobel laureate Rabindranath Tagore frequently visited the place and appreciated a lot about the building. He felt that the place influenced him to a large extent and broadened his intellectual capabilities. He mentioned Patal-bari in many of his famous novels. The famous social reformer Pandit Iswar Chandra Vidyasagar also stayed in the building. The house was owned by the ruling family of nearby Bansberia.
Patal in English means below the earth. This one whole leve below the gound level was actually a hideout for the Indian freedom fighters. the place is 150 years old . Interesting isint it ..Bengal has been the cradle for art and literature with the fight for freedom being championed by the literary masters.
Just for info: Pandit Ishwar Chandra Vidyasagar was a philosopher, academic, educator, writer, translator, printer, publisher, entrepreneur, reformer, and philanthropist. He received the title 'Vidyasagar' (Ocean of learning or Ocean of knowledge) from the Sanskrit College (whence he graduated), due to his excellent performance in studies.
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Stream of Life
The same stream of life that runs through my veins night and day
runs through the world and dances in rhythmic measures.
It is the same life that shoots in joy through the dust of the earth
in numberless blades of grass and breaks into tumultuous waves of leaves and flowers.
It is the same life that is rocked in the ocean-cradle of birth
and of death, in ebb and in flow.
I feel my limbs are made glorious by the touch of this world of life.
And my pride is from the life-throb of ages dancing in my blood this moment.
GITANJALI
"The offering songs"
Rabindranath Tagore
All my life I dreamed of spending a week at the ocean with my bed overlooking the sea.
Not only did this dream come true, but the house we rented was directly beside the summer home we stayed in as children. My cousin still owns the cottage next door, and I find it ironical that the first quotation I discovered was written by a man with our family name!
“I walked beside the evening sea
and dreamed a dream that could not be;
the waves that plunged along the shore said only:
"Dreamer, dream no more!”
~ George William Curtis ~
“Nothing lasts forever,
not the mountains nor the sea,
but the times we've had together
will always be with me.”
~ anon ~
“I am part of the sea and stars
And the winds of the South and North;
Of mountains and Moon and Mars,
And the ages sent me forth!”
~ anon ~
“The fish in the water are silent,
the animals on the earth are 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 ~
Description: Helen Keller meets the sage and poet, Sir Rabindranath Tagore. Inscription on the photograph reads, "Earthbound, the Poet reads and dreams of wings. Helen Keller."
Date: 1921
Format: sepia tone photograph
Digital Identifier: AG62-3-001
Rights: Samuel P. Hayes Research Library, Perkins School for the Blind, Watertown, MA
I'm happy tomorrow I'll finally be free by my aunt...I can't stand her anymore.
I know I look an horrible person telling this, but the only thing I can think of is that she ruined a big enough part of my holidays.
(shot taken in Verona last friday)
Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky.
Rabindranath Tagore
“Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky.”
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“Let your life lightly dance on the edges of Time
like dew on the tip of a leaf.”
~ Rabindranath Tagore ~
I have no illusions about death
Two caskets burned in the sacred fire
One was my Lover in the height of his youth
The other was my dad not yet an old man
Both of their voices whispered in my heart:
“You do not need to leave the body to be free”.
Both of their bodies dissolved to soft ashes
My Lover’s were more silvery than my dad’s
Felt more fine and my dad’s felt courser
We released them gently into sunlight sparkles
Autumn winds whistling over the caressing waters:
“You do not need to leave this body to be free.”
I keep thinking I come from up there somewhere
I keep thinking that I like the seeing exercise
When you stand in front of a mirror with a candle
No light except that single flame unmasking your face
In that far away gaze a mystery sings:
“You do not need to leave your body to be free.”
Sometimes I sit on the ground and cry
Feeling wretched disconnection
But then inside I hear my Teacher’s words:
“All the Power that ever was or will be
Connects to me from every point in space
I do not need to leave my body to be free.”
I AM not the body
I AM That I AM
I AM
© Ganga Fondan, 2013
Journal Entry about this posting (Oct 7, 2013) :
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Two days back I was in Rishikesh- the holy land. There were a couple of elderly ascetics sitting near to the Holy Ganges river , where they were smoking pots. A few of them turned their back towards me , after seeing the camera in my hand.But this character stared neutrally into my eyes. I think this look has a lot of contentment and pride in it.
There are a few more interesting shots , which i would be updating subsequently.
Personal updates -- I have left my job and I am going for higher education in management from the first week of july :) .. so this is kind of a short relaxing break
In a small park (Plaza Hindú) across the road from Templo Hindu are 3 bronze statues - Madre Teresa de Calcuta, Mahatma Gandhi i & Gurudev Tagore.
This is the Gurudev Tagore statue.
Rabindranath Tagore FRAS was a Bengali poet, writer, playwright, composer, philosopher, social reformer, and painter during the age of Bengal Renaissance.
He reshaped Bengali literature and music as well as Indian art with Contextual Modernism in the late 19th and early 20th centuries.
Winter Solstice
Cold days/long nights spiral the soul inward
autumnseeds now planted
soaking in the winter rains.
Nourishing darkness,
a time for resting, silence, stillness, waiting,
gaining strength beneath the soil, taking root of what is important.
Lantern of faith lighting the way,
amidst life’s winter storms.
A call to re-balance, re-evaluate,
unload what is not needed, to simplify.
Embracing the darkness but celebrating the Light’s return…
“Faith is the bird that feels the light and sings when the dawn is still dark.” – Rabindranath Tagore
“Have faith in yourself. Try to know who you are. That is sufficient. If the grain lying in the granary egoistically thinks “Why should I bow down to this dirty earth? The paddy plant is within me,” its real nature will not reveal itself. Only if it goes beneath the soil will its real nature manifest.”—Amma, Awaken Children Vol. II, p.65-66
“Faith, be my companion, stay beside me all through the night.
Never let me be without you, be my guiding light.
Truth, reveal your beauty. You’re the essence of all I see.
Fill my mind with perfect wisdom. Teach me to be free.
Grace, you bring salvation, pure compassion in every form.
Melt away my sorrows like the sun after a storm.
Peace, you are my refuge. Like a gentle rain, you cool my mind.
Let me rest within the silence, I have longed to find.
Love, you’re like a fragrance, giving sweetness to everything.
You’re the reason for rejoicing, you’re the reason I sing.”
—MA Center chant, “Faith Be My Companion”
You do not see that the Real is in your home
Yet you wander from forest to forest listlessly,
You do the see the Real is in your Home
I laugh when I hear that the fish in the water is thirsty.
Here is the truth,
go where you will
to Benares or Mathura
If you do not find your soul
the world is unreal to you.
I laugh when I hear that the fish in the water is thirsty.
-Kabir
Many years ago, this beautiful translation by Rabindranath Tagore turned into a song that poured over me day after day and empowered me during tremendous loss and grief. It quenched something that I only begin to understand now. In my daily life I meet so many people flailing in all directions, battling depression, disease and behavioral disorders. I see them flit from one thing to another while playing with their phones or electronic tablets all the while searching an answer. I see them earnestly trying to navigate a world which is fighting for a piece of real-estate in their thinking. My Teacher used to remind us that the mind has a thousand eyes. The mind is extraordinary in how much it can file into its memory bank. With each conquering in the memory bank, the fish is more and more away from the waters of imagination and innovation. I am beginning to see so clearly that we relinquish control of this information storage system because we have lost our individual connection to the real nourishment of life which waits for us to return homeward like a prodigal fish.
The DreamFish is a symbolic representation of the limitless possibilities that await us when we let go of our dependence on the external. I know its a stormy sea out there, but when I continue my practice with the 4 Eternal Principles, when I continue to listen to the creative outpourings of my Consciousness, there is a smile on my face, faith in heart and so much patient love that wells up inside of me.
Lamp of Love
by Rabindranath Tagore
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.
Bamboo
Phyllostachys aurea o Bambusa aurea
"Fes que la teva vida sigui recta i pura com una canya de bambú"
"Haz que tu vida sea recta y pura como una caña de bambú"
"Made your life be straight and pure like a cane of bamboo"
"Faz com que a tua vida seja recta e pura como uma cana de bambo"
Rabindranàth Tagore
The storm of the last night has crowned this morning with golden peace. - Rabindranath Tagore, Stray Birds
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