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Diwali, also known as Deepawali in South India, is often referred to as the Festival of Lights. Lights are lit on the new moon night to welcome the Goddess Lakshmi. Although it is called Festival of Lights and fireworks are set off from early morn till late at night over a period of days, the spiritual meaning of this festival is concerned more with the awareness of inner light.
In Hindu philosophy, it is believed there is something beyond the physical body and mind which is pure, infinite and eternal called the Atma. With the realisation of the Atma comes universal compassion, love and the awareness of the oneness of all things.
(The information above is partly from a Diwali card from The Taj Group of Hotels.)
Turn up the sound to hear the fireworks etc. This is just from one angle but you could turn 360 deg to see the same all over Chennai. If you click on the link below you will see that this has been going on since dawn. And as I type, the air resounds with bangs and flashes of colour burst, in every direction, outside our windows.
"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."
~ Rabindranath Tagore, 1861-1941 ~
From Light
Bain News Service,, publisher.
Tagore in Tokyo
[between ca. 1915 and ca. 1920]
1 negative : glass ; 5 x 7 in. or smaller.
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Give Me Strength
This is my prayer to thee, my lord---strike,
strike at the root of penury in my heart.
Give me the strength
lightly to bear my joys and sorrows.
Give me the strength
to make my love fruitful in service.
Give me the strength
never to disown the poor
or bend my knees before insolent might.
Give me the strength to raise my mind
high above daily trifles.
And give me the strength
to surrender my strength to thy will with love.
GITANJALI
The offering songs from Rabindranath Tagore
“Risk - If one has to jump a stream and knows how wide it is, he will not jump. If he doesn't know how wide it is, he'll jump and six times out of ten he'll make it.”
~ Persian Proverb ~
“The same stream of life that runs through my veins night and day runs through the world and dances in rhythmic measures.”
~ Rabindranath Tagore ~ (Indian Poet, Playwright and Essayist, Won the Nobel Prize for Literature in 1913, 1861-1941)
A backyard hibiscus from 2008. The blooms were beautiful that year.
Rabindranath Tagore was a poet from Calcutta, India, who wrote in Bengali and English. He received the Nobel Prize for Literature in 1913, the first non-European to do so. You may read the whole poem here. He paints lovely images in words.
"Bid me and I shall gather my fruits to bring them in full baskets into your courtyard, though some are lost and some not ripe.
For the season grows heavy with its fullness, and there is a plaintive shepherd's pipe in the shade.
Bid me and I shall set sail on the river.
The March wind is fretful, fretting the languid waves into murmurs.
The garden has yielded its all, and in the weary hour of evening the call comes from your house on the shore in the sunset.
My life when young was like a flower--a flower that loosens a petal or two from her abundance and never feels the loss when the spring breeze comes to beg at her door.
Now at the end of youth my life is like a fruit, having nothing to spare, and waiting to offer herself completely with her full burden of sweetness.
Is summer's festival only for fresh blossoms and not also for withered leaves and faded flowers?
Is the song of the sea in tune only with the rising waves?
Does it not also sing with the waves that fall?"
~ Rabindranath Tagore, 1861-1941 ~
Pongal is a type of harvest festival celebrated by Tamils the world over. In one sense the poem from Tagore is about a harvest - though rather more about a human harvest and the worth of a life.
German postcard by Hermann Leiser Verlag, Berlin-Wilm., no. 7485. Photo: Hanns Holdt, München (Munich). Collection Geoffrey Donaldson Institute.
Rabindranath Tagore (1861- 1941) was an Indian (Hindu) philosopher, nationalist and writer who was awarded the Nobel Prize in Literature in 1913. Tagore wrote the lyrics and melody for India's national anthem 'Jana-Gana-Mana' and Bangladesh's national anthem 'Amar Sonar Bangla'. He also wrote stage plays. Tagore wrote in both Bengali and English.
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.
“Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky.”
Rabindranath Tagore
:)-just revolves round the centre table,tea and books.
this morning is accompanied by a piece of chewy brownie
"I want to give you something, my child, for we are drifting in the
stream of the world.
Our lives will be carried apart, and our love forgotten.
But I am not so foolish as to hope that I could buy your heart
with my gifts.
Young is your life, your path long, and you drink the love we
bring you at one draught and turn and run away from us.
You have your play and your playmates. What harm is there if
you have no time or thought for us!
We, indeed, have leisure enough in old age to count the days
that are past, to cherish in our hearts what our hands have lost
for ever.
The river runs swift with a song, breaking through all
barriers. But the mountain stays and remembers, and follows her
with his love."
~ Rabindranath Tagore, 1861-1941 ~
In the heat of India, it is all to easy to feel distanced from Christmas ... and yet it approaches all too fast. I have made two attempts at drawing my card and neither pleases me. A sense of panic is setting in.....
Going rather better is the production of my calendar - one version of which is ready to be printed. As to the buying of gifts .... that is not progressing at all right now.
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Madhya Kalikata Sanskritik Prangan - Rabindra Jayanti 2008 - 25e Boishakh, 1415 - Rabindranath Tagore's Birthday, Bowbazar, Kolkata, India.
"As long as it lasts
Value it with your whole life.
When the chariot of farewell sweeps past,
Forgetting self, make free the path,
Singing paeans of victory.
In the little earth you possess
Grieve not for what lies beyond -
It exists in the heart of the universe,
If not in one form, then in another."
~ Rabindranath Tagore, 1861-1941 ~
Check below to see more of the rich life of the Theosophical Gardens....
Previous photos from the gardens - once again you need to scroll down.
Flying Foxes video - please scroll down.
"I know the flowers will remember me.
Wherever the flutes played round me
Celebrating the season's festivals -
In Spring, Autumn and the rains -
There my seat will be decorated lovingly
In cool, refreshing green,
And my silence filled with the song of birds. "
~ Rabindranath Tagore, 1861-1941 ~
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" If you would have it so, I will end my singing.
If it sets your heart aflutter, I will take away my eyes from
your face.
If it suddenly startles you in your walk, I will step aside and
take another path.
If it confuses you in your flower-weaving, I will shun your
lonely garden.
If it makes the water wanton and wild, I will not row my boat by
your bank."
Rabindranath Tagore
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You can't cross the sea merely by standing and staring at the water by Rabindranath Tagore 1861 - 1941 in Dudley.
Near Dudley College - Evolve on The Broadway.
Stone sculpture.
Next to Dudley Evolve Theatre.
It was installed between 2018 and 2019.
"I must launch out my boat.
The languid hours pass by on the
shore---Alas for me!
The spring has done its flowering and taken leave.
And now with the burden of faded futile flowers I wait and linger.
The waves have become clamorous, and upon the bank in the shady lane
the yellow leaves flutter and fall.
What emptiness do you gaze upon!
Do you not feel a thrill passing through the air
with the notes of the far-away song
floating from the other shore?"
~ Rabindranath Tagore, 1861-1941~
One of the small images I took on our day out when I inadvertently changed the image size on my camera .... so frustrating! The island in the middle of this lake is one of my favourite places - it has a ruined Augustine priory dating from the 13th Century on it.
As big as it gets!
A really tranquil area of already peaceful Shantiniketan. The founder of Shantiniketan, Maharshi Debendranath, used to meditate under the chhatim tree. Now a place of tourist interest, the site still holds its silent grace.
Performing with the Rigchhandam troupe from Calcutta - disciples of Smt. Subhra Mandal. Presenting "Khudito Pashan", a dance drama based on a short story by Tagore, using elements of drama, Rabindra Sangeet and Indian classical dance.
L to R: Ahana Das, Sujoyini Mandal, Nayantara Parpia, Shromona Jana, Ruchita Bose
"The fair was on before the temple.
It had rained from the early morning
and the day came to its end.
Brighter than all the gladness of
the crowd was the bright smile of
a girl who bought for a farthing a
whistle of palm leaf.
The shrill joy of that whistle floated
above all laughter and noise.
An endless throng of people came
and jostled together. The road was
muddy, the river in flood, the field
under water in ceaseless rain.
Greater than all the troubles of
the crowd was a little boy's trouble--
he had not a farthing to buy a painted
stick.
His wistful eyes gazing at the shop
made this whole meeting of men so
pitiful."
~ Rabindranath Tagore, 1861-1941 ~
From "The Gardener LXXVI"