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There is much more to being a patriot and a citizen than reciting the pledge or raising a flag.
Jesse Ventura
...
But now the summer's dreams are bent
Like grain against the scythe
Memories of blissful days, they fall like leaves
For autumn's songs are made of loss
Of yearning and regret
In bitter tone they are recited
Uttered with a heavy heart
...
Lyrics: Insomnium - Lay of the Autumn
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✝Hey dark folks✝
today i going to show you some items from the current Round of the Sabbath Event ♥
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This items are avaible at the Sabbath Event
open until Nov11th - 12pm SLT.
⚝Outfit:Absence - Drusilla Set
This Set includes the Dress and the Harness. They are rigged for
Legacy / Perky / Nerido / Reborn / Juicy Boobs / Waifu / Lara / Kurpa .
They are available in 6 plain colours.
⚝Eyeshadow:Verboten - Morgan Hat
This Hat comes in an unrigged and resize Version.
You can change the colours of the Hat and nearly every detail with a Hud.
⚝Hat:Celesticat - Enchanted Eyeshadow
This HD Eyeshadow is for LeL EvoX and comes in 12 different layers
and a HUD for LeL Heads with optional materias.
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Wanna know what else i am wearing? Have a peek at leanapayne.wixsite.com/-leana-paynes-shaded
♥Stay dark and safe all♥
Consonance and dissonance.
I the body would be sharing certain events cached in its data files.
I shall remove the text if anybody feels hurt, offended or humiliated by its contents.
When you sing you begin with Do-Re-Mi:
There are several entertainers that I have met or rather seen in the early stages of my life. As a household with numerous servants and helpers, there was one character even to chase away stray cats. His name is Bhaskaran, but he is called Pakkaran. With his threadlike moustache, whiskers and hairy pinnae, the child viewed him as a tomcat. Pakkaran himself took over the mentioned task, probably because of boredom or out of ailurophobia. In the late evening, he used to roam around the property to hit the poor cats that are peacefully napping. One day he took the child along to demonstrate his prowess, and the child didn't find it amusing.
Yet, the child noticed and admired the talent possessed by some of those servants and helpers. A boy named Prabhakaran was a good singer and an instant poet who created and recited limericks at ease.
In earlier days, there was a character called 'Hanuman Pandaram'. Dressed as a monkey, he once a while visits the palace and some significant households. Have heard that he visits shouting, "Are there any kids who do not listen to parents?", "Are there any kids who do not behave?". If children misbehave, parents threaten that they would call Hanuman Pandaram and hand them over to him. When the child was about two years old, he once saw a big monkey tail protruding out from a nearby gate while he was taken back home from somewhere. Those days, the servants, aides and the workers who serve the household used to address the child with a respectful title "Kochangunnu". On that occasion, he heard one of them shout, "Hide fast, Kochangunnu is coming", and glimpsed a figure with a big tail sneak inside the nearby gate. After a few years, once the child asked his mom about that big-tailed monkey, she wondered how he remembered something that happened when he was too young to memorise. I was not fortunate to see them again as that 'species' later went extinct.
I have watched lots of Kathakali performances, and the child loathed it. Often, he's taken to the periodic performance at Victoria Jubilee Town Hall, probably because he didn't reveal his disinterest. He would be carried on the shoulder by one of those aides to return home, as his dad is keen to watch the whole episode, and the child would be dozy by the time the show gets over.
There were some unique, entertaining visitors whom the child eagerly awaited. One of them is 'Bhagavathar', an entertainer who sings and dances. He acts as a jester too. He entertains the kids in the palace and visits us about once a month. His costume is a mix of traditional and Western. A khaki suit jacket above a white shirt on top and a white dhoti (thar mundu / anthareeyam) below had a tonsured head with a long tuft of hair left on top, folded and tied. He sang songs without any significant meaning and danced in a circular motion, as the kid watch, amused, with a smile. I only remember the line "Manjulangi kunjulangi" of the lyrics. After his performance, he's served lunch, the same food that we have at home. Following the lunch, like a vote of thanks speech, he showers praises on mom and equates her to Goddess Lakshmi (Goddess of Wealth and Beauty).
The other favourite visitor is an old lady. Probably an octogenarian; she's very fair and has snow-white hair. She was the music teacher at Satelmond Palace. I still don't know her real name as I called her 'Gunavati'. Gunavati means a lady with all goodness. Whenever she visits us, as a ritual before leaving, she too spends some time praising mom, and the child usually hears her repeatedly say 'Gunavati'. Initially, he assumed she's calling her Ganapati, the elephant-headed Hindu God. He thought, like Bhagavathar calling her Lakshmi, she's calling her Ganapati until it was cleared and explained by his mom. Gunavati used to cuddle the kid and sing songs meant for girls, so it's evident that her students in Satelmond were girls.
When he was two or three, he was taken to the movie theatres to watch rereleased great old classic movies like 'The Sound of Music, Mary Poppins, Samson and Delilah, and African Safari'. That duty assigned to one of his uncles, who was then in his teens. The very next day after watching 'The Sound of Music' for the first time (I have watched it three more times later), as the child was sitting under a table at home humming 'Do-Re-Mi ', he saw his dad with an amused smile, gesturing to mom to listen.
Once in a while, dad takes the child to the British Library. The child loved the smell of those new books and calmly watched his dad choose the right books, like Super Duck, Plastic Man and Pinocchio. Later, the stories are read aloud by his dad, and the child eagerly peeks at the illustrations in the book and pictures them in his imagination.
There's a large wooden chest at home to store rice and provisions, which also acts as a seat and platform. When the child was four years old, he was made to stand on it one day and dressed in new outfits. Then, both parents happily announced that it would be his first day at school.
At the nursery of Holy Angels Convent, the child found the liveliness interesting but got irritated with those weeping and wailing kids around. The doors, windows and the lower half of the white-washed walls were painted in deep green enamel. The place had a mingled smell of milk, plastic, lacquer and fresh paint. There were brightly coloured cubes and cones, colourfully lacquered rings of different diameters, rocking toy horses and duck boxes, a sandbox with small red pails and spades, and many other toys. Everything fascinated the child, but like at home, he found a window at a corner as his favourite place. It faced a granite wall a few feet away, with a view of some greenery of moss and weeds. More than the toys, he was more interested in watching the ladybirds in the moss-laden wall and the bugs, beetles and butterflies in the plants below. After tasting a strip of peeled green paint from the window, the child was busy till noon, observing the 'wildlife' outside.
He was taken home at lunch break. As in the morning, his beaming parents lifted him to stand on the storage chest and asked him whether he liked the place and want to go there again. He said "Yes" and saw them elated at the reply. But, for the poor kid, his experience at the place was utterly disappointing in the afternoon. All the kids were made to lie down on the floor, on straw mats, and compelled to sleep. Sister Atlee was in charge, and she held a wooden ruler in her hand with which she would tap if anybody raises their head. Sister Atlee looks very much like Oliver Hardy in nun's attire. From the ground zero perspective, the child could see her towering figure holding the ruler in her right hand, like a music conductor with a baton, waving both hands and loudly singing, "Rain, rain go away, little Johnny wants to play".
Exasperated, the child slept quietly in soliloquy singing, Sister Atlee go away; this little kid doesn't want to kip.
The Sound of Music : Do-Re-Mi
Now, please don't miss this: The Sound of a Pandemic .
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My son and I first saw
her walking down Raymond Avenue
in Pasadena
early on a bright Sunday
prior to the Doo-dah parade
with a male companion,
who was also colorfully
costumed, and wore a big big
mask with a red wig. I asked for
their photo, and he said,
"I'm having a bad hair
day." They then posed in the
very bright sunlight
for me, but I over exposed the
photo and they came out
looking like
wispy white phantoms.
I was disappointed, as I
especially loved her look-
those wonderful red specs,
and her beautiful happy face.
Fortunately I saw them about an
hour later, being interviewed on
camera by a man with a sign that
read "Say a joke, get on TV!"
Her companion was reciting some
jokes, and she stood beside him
laughing. I took several photos of her,
including this one,
in which you can see a black & white
hand holding a black & white gun
behind her head, which was on
a poster from an old cowboy film.
Sa beauté et amour
de la vie ont
éclairé
vers le haut
de ce qui était
déjà un matin
très lumineux
et heureux
et de célébration,
et j'ai voulu
prendre
sa maison
avec moi
et à mon lit.
"And yet, the dawn is ours before we knew it. Somehow we do it…"
~Amanda Gorman
22 years. Most folks at that age barely talk about changing the world. Amanda Gorman recited a lot more than that today. Set the politics aside and feel the power of her untamed wild words. She said, 'Even as we grieved, we grew’. Yes, we did. With striking likeness of her words to those of the mighty Maya Angelou, Gorman reminded us who is watching… ‘For while we have our eyes on the future, history has its eyes on us.’ The drenching isolation, the numbing pain, and the utter incompleteness we all have endured over the recent past are now our words and statements. Put collectively between two hardcovers, no doubt, history will have a big fat book to deal with.
I am terrible at it, but Gorman’s words are daring me to hope. Hope that we will all appreciate the reward in being kind and respectful to one another. Hope that our kids will inherit a better world than we did. Hope that when we will have had enough, we will all ‘step out of the shade’, embrace each other, and let the word ‘humanity’ mean something… because ‘the new dawn blooms as we free it’.
Finally, here’s our cue from the young poet. ‘There is always a light if we’re brave enough to be it.’
Happy New Year to all of you, my flickr friends! I hope, the light has been treating you well.
If you want to support the young poet, please consider pre-ordering her book of poetry for children. I am sure, you know a child or two, who could use an anthem or three.
🇫🇷 Ici au centre , proche du mirhab et du mimbar ( en AR plan) , Le dikka ou dakka ( en turc :müezzin mahfili ), est une plate-forme surélevée ou tribune dans une mosquée à partir de laquelle le Coran est récité et où le muezzin chante ou répète en réponse aux prières de l'imam.C'est aussi l'endroit où pour certaines fêtes , des récitants experts ou professionnels du Coran utilisent également la plateforme pour chanter des parties du Coran
🇬🇧 Here in the centre, near the mirhab and mimbar (in the background), the dikka or dakka (Turkish: müezzin mahfili) is a raised platform or podium in a mosque from which the Koran is recited and from which the muezzin sings or repeats the prayers of the imam. It is also the place where, at certain festivals, expert or professional reciters of the Qur'an also use the platform to sing parts of the Qur'an.
🇩🇪 Die Dikka oder Dakka (türkisch: Müezzin Mahfili) ist eine erhöhte Plattform oder Tribüne in einer Moschee, von der aus der Koran rezitiert wird und auf der der Muezzin als Antwort auf die Gebete des Imams singt oder wiederholt. An bestimmten Feiertagen nutzen erfahrene oder professionelle Koranrezitatoren die Plattform, um Teile des Korans vorzutragen.
🇪🇸 En el centro, cerca del mirhab y el mimbar (al fondo), se encuentra la dikka o dakka (en turco, müezzin mahfili), que es una plataforma o tribuna elevada en una mezquita desde la que se recita el Corán y donde el almuédano canta o repite en respuesta a las oraciones del imán. También es el lugar donde, en determinadas festividades, los recitadores expertos o profesionales del Corán utilizan la plataforma para cantar partes del Corán.
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The strong shore is my beloved
And I am his sweetheart.
We are at last united by love, and
Then the moon draws me from him.
I go to him in haste and depart
Reluctantly, with many
Little farewells.
I steal swiftly from behind the
Blue horizon to cast the silver of
My foam upon the gold of his sand, and
We blend in melted brilliance.
I quench his thirst and submerge his
Heart; he softens my voice and subdues
My temper.
At dawn I recite the rules of love upon
His ears, and he embraces me longingly.
Khalil Gibran ( Lebanese Poet 1883-1931)
www.youtube.com/watch?v=cKoJvHcMLfc
I'll let Leonard Cohen recite the John McCrae poem, he has such a lovely voice.
On EXPLORE (02-03-2017)
Soundtrack // Bande-son: ELUVIUM ("Reciting The Airships"): www.youtube.com/watch?v=w0rjIo4awu0
"This is a splendid image - A nice place, a clever composition and a suggestive process - Really a great photo - Congrats." (Miguel Angel ORTEGA / www.flickr.com/photos/miguelangelortega/)
"Que c'est beau ! On ne sait plus où regarder, on en prend plein les mirettes !" // "How beautiful ! We can't decide where to gaze first; we are wowed." (FLORENCE.V / www.flickr.com/photos/flo59/)
Nel teatro si vive sul serio quello che gli altri recitano male nella vita.
In theater you live seriously what others recite bad in life.
Eduardo De Filippo
She looked up in the sky on her way out that night and spotted a star. Out of habit she began to recite under her breath:
"Star light, star bright...
first star I see tonight..."
She stopped.
The star had disappeared.
Where had it gone?
Later that evening she feigned interest but heard very little of the conversations around her, instead consumed with thoughts of disappearing stars and lost wishes.
"Tortured pain, in the palace of dead
Recite, through the passages I dreamt
Dead, dead by dawn"
Dead by Dawn - Deicide
In a few days it is already one year ago that president Jo Biden was inaugurated. For me this important event will always be remembered by the contribution of Amanda Gorman reciting her poem The Hill We Climb. It was a convincing demonstration of the healing force of beauty and truth, just like great photos can have a healing force if only we take some time to look at them (as many of us do on these pages). In 2022, I look forward to enjoy seeing and making photos inspired by the quality and inspiration of people like Amanda. Great works of art for a better world!
youtu.be/nDnXcw6euIE?si=z8TZv6O93TTIVMB9
I remember in grade school every morning we would stand by our desk and recite this and then recite the Lord’s Prayer. When did our country turn so bad
I had to memorize and recite a poem when I was in elementary school and came across Rose Fyleman's poem, "I Think Mice Are Rather Nice". It's about the shortest poem I could find - and therefore perfect for the assignment. It helped that I actually really did think mice were rather nice.
Here's Alexander Hamilton with one of his gazillion toy mice. Talk about SPOILED!!
Happy Caturday: Poetry
“Some birds are not meant to be caged, that's all. Their feathers are too bright, their songs too sweet and wild. So you let them go, or when you open the cage to feed them they somehow fly out past you. And the part of you that knows it was wrong to imprison them in the first place rejoices, but still, the place where you live is that much more drab and empty for their departure.”
- Stephen King, Rita Hayworth and Shawshank Redemption : A Story from Different Seasons
Soundtrack : www.youtube.com/watch?v=b4e8TjBLsJc
It's Only Pain by Katie Melua
INTROSPECTIVE
If I climbed the highest mountain until I couldn't see the ground
If I swam the deepest ocean to a love that wasn't found
If I dug the deepest hole to buried treasure underground
If I sung the sweetest melody that echoed all around
If I screamed the loudest scream but didn't make a sound
If I recited all the poetry from my heart that knows no bounds
Would I see you on the mountain or would you still be on the ground
Would you swim beside me with the dolphins that we found
Would you open up the treasure chest with the key left on the mound
Would you sing in perfect harmony and dance and turn around
Would you fill the air with your sweet voice or leave the emptiness abound
Would you make my poems rhyme with yours with sweetness of your sounds
What if I never climb the mountain, what if I never swim the sea
What if I never lift a shovel or dig a tunnel straight to thee
What if I never sing a lullaby or whisper in your ear
What if the scream I make is as silent as my gently flowing tears
What if the poems, prose and words I write are simply emptiness
What if loneliness and sorrow end in silence; empty promises
Could we climb a different mountain; find a different kind of love
Could we swim in warmer water; where the sunshine is above
Could we bury all the treasures of a love that cannot be
Could we sing a different song of friendship; harmony
Could we cease to scream inside our heads and find peace in silent reverie
Could we form a Poet's Corner and speak quietly of our hearts so free
I like to think there is a better way, where words are not required
I like to think that I can convey my feelings with my eyes
I like to think that unconditional love means I can let you go
I like to think that you will live a life so happy and I can make it so
I like to think that in many years I will still be here
I like to think my memories of you will keep me warm, my dear
So with these thoughts and words of mine I journey on my way
So I can fight the fight within me, so I can have my say
So I can find the strength I know is waiting for the chance
So I can find the will in me, to let go; begin a different dance
So I can find a better way to find true happiness
So I can find the final hurdle and leap it; then I am blessed.
- AP – Copyright remains with the author
'copyright image please do not reproduce without permission'
I love these two shots. Great when you get a good street character, he's launching into the series of jokes I paid him to recite.
Portland, Oregon - March 2017.
Kodak Tri-X @ 1600 in D76 1+1.
I was not Sneeky.. it was by chance that I heard the man recite The Poem to his companion ..a Poem on natures Beauty.. The Fellow Listner was Silently Listning and Trancefixed at the Beauty Of nature in front of him.. Wished i could Reproduce the beautiful poem along with this Image....
The Manikarnika Ghat is one of two Ghats in Varanasi that are dedicated to the Hindu cremation ritual. At the time of the cremation or "last rites", a "Puja" (prayer) is performed. Hymns and mantras are recited during cremation to mark the ritual. (Source: Wikipedia)
22 Mars 2016
Une Fleur pour BRUXELLES...
Une Fleur pour toutes les Victimes Innocentes des Attentats Terroristes de Bruxelles...
Une Fleur pour Toutes les Victimes de la Haine et de la Barbarie Terroriste dans le Monde...
PAIX ET LIBERTE SUR NOTRE TERRE......
Imagine... Kids United pour l'UNICEF
www.youtube.com/watch?v=vGYFgiqJv2E
Imagine... Kids United pour l'UNICEF Paroles (lyrics) en Français
www.youtube.com/watch?v=GcsKmMNmMnE
LIBERTE... Poème de PAUL ELUARD... récité par Paul Eluard (paroles en Français)
www.youtube.com/watch?v=bktcB5QpNp0
LIBERTE... Les Enfoirés chantent Paul Eluard
www.youtube.com/watch?v=osk5BI-snio
March 22, 2016
A Flower for Brussels ...
A Flower for All Innocent Victims of Terrorist Attacks in Brussels ...
A Flower for All Victims of Hate and Terrorist Barbary in the World ...
PEACE AND FREEDOM ON OUR EARTH ......
Imagine ... Kids United for UNICEF
www.youtube.com/watch?v=vGYFgiqJv2E
Imagine ... Kids United for UNICEF Lyrics in French
www.youtube.com/watch?v=GcsKmMNmMnE
FREEDOM ... Poem by PAUL ELUARD ... recited by Paul Eluard (in French lyrics)
www.youtube.com/watch?v=bktcB5QpNp0
FREEDOM ... The Enfoirés sing Paul Eluard
very friendly Indigenous poet, reciting lengthy poems off by heart. Unperturbed by the heat and humidity. At regular at Woodford.
..... it appears that the Mad Hatter was actually the one who recited the "twinkle twinkle little bat" poem.
see source:
web.archive.org/web/20061014225652/http://www.classicalli...
ANSH scavenger13 "something out of Alice in Wonderland"
ODC unexpected
115pics in 2015 pic#75 Fairytale Illustration
Jessore, Bangladesh, 2011
Education is light….It’s the only way to eliminate the obscurity
It’s the only light to eradicate the dust of a society.
Education opened the eyes and helps us to stand along with the world in a single platform.
Before the start of class hour students are reciting from the Holy Quran. It’s a part of their daily school assembly. Still today this little prayer thing, before the daily start of class is happening in our primary schools.
Bhai Shingara Singh (Birmingham) passed away last night. His nephew who looked after him went in to his room this morning and Bhai Sahib had already passed away. He was one the pioneers of Akhand Keertani Jatha UK. I have made an attempt to document his life.
•He was 88 years old.
•He was also known as Nihang Singh because he was one of the first people to wear baanaa in the UK. He encouraged everyone to become shasterdharee.
•He had a shaunk (interest) in shooting bullets and warfare, as he was of strong build.
•When he was 14 he went to register for the army, they told him that he was too young, so he went back a couple of weeks later and lied and told them he was 16, so that he could join the army.
•In the army he would go to sleep at 10pm and wake at 1am, without the help of anyone. Then he would recite Bani that he had kantt until sunrise. Banis such as Salok Mahalla 9 and Shabad Hazare.
•He was always the first ready for army parade in the morning. He still didn’t even have a beard then and was very young.
•He still only slept about 3 hours a day.
•The pind he was from was very chardi kala, his parents were Akaalis (believers in God) and so was the rest of the pind. When he was young he went to the local Gurdwara and heard some katha on Guru Nanak Dev Ji’s coming into kaljug. He explained the Shabad, ‘math dhaek bhooloo veesarae theyra chith naa avae naao’. From that day he started making greater efforts in his Sikhi.
•He came to the UK in 1963.
•He fought in the war in Burma. Here he said is where he got most of his Bani kantt, he said he got just as much Bani as he had in his previous life kantt very easily, and he even got more Bani kantt.
•At one point he was arrested because one of the Hindu chiefs in the army was a sly person and got him arrested. He was sentenced to 2 months in prison. But once in prison he was standing in line for food, and one of the officers said something and Shingara Singh spoke back. The rule then was that you must wear full clothes and socks to prevent being bitten by the maccharr (mosquitos), even in the full heat. But he had his sleeves rolled up as it was too hot. So the officer told him to get down and do some press ups as punishment. He said ‘No I am Khalsa, do you know what Khalsa is!?’, the officer replied, ‘I know very well what Khalsa is’, Shingara Singh said ‘No you don’t, ajj pathaa lagoo gaa kee khalsa yaa, today you will find out what the Khalsa is, ajj theyraa sooth karnaa, today we will sort you out’. He chose not to eat until he gave the officer a good lesson. He was backed by another Gujrati who was in jail. That night he purposely wore fewer clothes so that the officer would get annoyed. An argument broke out, and Shingara Singh hit the guy on his back of neck. The guy fell to the ground and then he kicked him twice. They brawled and Shingara Singh ended up breaking his arm, dislocating his shoulder and smashing his skull. Then the other guard smacked Shingara Singh with lanterns on the head, the lanterns broke but Shingara Singh didn’t feel anything, the other guards ran. As it was dark he couldn’t find an escape route and was caught. He was punched and beaten and hit with stick in his thighs. But he said he didn’t feel any pain as he was very strong. He said to me ‘meara sareer lohay vangu see’ his body was like iron.
•He was imprisoned for 2 years for this. However, he used to read a lot of Bani and jap naam. He used to use a malaa to jap naam. When he got tired he wouldn’t stop, but would stand up and carry on.
•One night he was japing naam with mala, he fell asleep and the mala fell. That night he said Guru Gobind Singh came on his horse and told him ‘ajj mafee milnee ya’. ‘Today you will be freed’. So later that day, when there was the list being read out for people being freed, his name was also read out, even though he just begun his 2 year sentence. He told me how Guru looks after his Gursikhs.
•He said that Guru Sahib never let his money run out, and that he always had too much, no matter how much he spent. His daughter worked in a bank, and she wanted some money from her dad. She checked in his account there was £250. So he wrote a check for £2000. Later they checked and there was £10000 in the account. Also in India he bought a tractor for many millions of rupees so that his nephew could start doing some labour and stay away from the drugs in Punjab.
•His mamas daughter told him that she was very scared whenever she went to sleep. He told her to keep a big kirpan by her bedside to help. But later she told him that when she used to pray she would ask for riddhya siddhya (occult powers). He confirmed that was the reason of her fear, and explained that a Sikh should only pray and ask Guru for naam and the opportunity to get closer to God.
•When he woke up for ishnaan he started by reciting ‘Raamdas sarovar naathay’, and ‘Thathee vaao naa lagee’ and many other shabads.
•He spoke about the need for Amrit, talking about how a baby in Bhai Sahibs time died after receiving Amrit, and the soul came out and explained to the father that it was a very high sidh but couldn’t get into Sachkhand because he had not received Amrit.
•He explained that there are 3 bodies, the physical one, one that is 1 ft wider and the other 3 foot wider, called sukhsham sareer. He said after the body dies these other 2 bodies go with you. But a Gursikh should destroy all three bodies through japing naam.
•When he came to England he said there were no Sikhs. They were all monay, and the monay ran the Gurdwaray too. He brought this up with the Gurdwara comitee but they didn’t like him for that. And then he used to stand in the serving line for langar and when serving langar he used to do parchar at the same time.
•He organised the first AKJ Amrit sanchar in the UK. He had brought a baataa over from India and had to hunt down big kirpana for the Amrit sanchar and got together the Panj. In that Amrit sanchar he said there was 2 very chardikala Guriskhs. One called Bhai Paramjit Singh, who when japs naam becomes light and his body floats to the ceiling.
•He took Amrit in the amry, because to become a member the Sikhs had to be amritdhari. But he said that when he went for pesh at the AKJ Smagam in Jalandhar ‘phaer gal banee’. And said the panj pyaray have to be kamayee vaalay. He said the Jathedar of the panj pyaray was Master Sunder Singh. Who was very chardikala. He would sit through keertan programs without moving a muscle.
•He also expressed how important it is to do Sehaj paat, and that Akhand paats have become a business and there is little point of them. He said that once his daughter completed two sehaj paats and then she rung him and said that now she understands what bani is. He said that is because in a sehaj path it is at a pace were it’s easier to understand the bani. He said a Singh of nowadays had Darshan of Guru Gobind Singh, and asked him about akhand paths, Guru Sahib explained that he did not start akhand paths and it was the Singhs afterwards.
•He also said it is very important to do Ardas after Nitnem and reading Bani. As that way it is recorded. A Singh had Darshan of Guru Ji and Guru sahib told him to do Ardas after. The guy said he thought that it was ok not to because Guru is all knowing. But it is important to do the Ardas after reading Bani.
•He was a strong believer in the power of aula/amla powder. As he has been taking it for the last 5 years. And said it benefits the eyes, gives strength and makes you youthful and energetic. He said this is one of the reasons why at his age, he still did not need to use glasses to read paat.
•He explained how people will laugh and mock those that jap naam. And if this happens, accept it as a blessing as they are taking away your paap, and actually helping you. So continue to jap naam even more.
•He said Gursikhs must live grishti jeevan. And earn living. Never to eat food that has been begged for, as Sikhs should have honour, and work hard for what they have. As Guru Nanak Sahib worked 18 years in the farms with crops, this was used for the langar.
•He used to work 12 hours a day in factories when he used to work.
•When in India he went to apply for a printing press job, it was night shift work. He met a mona who worked there and asked him his name. The mona said Gursharan Singh. Shingara Singh, said is that really, and what makes you a Singh, the puraatan Singhs had their scalps cut off and didn’t ever cut their hair, and you have cut it yourself! After this Gursharan Singh kept his kesh and got into Sikhi. His family was so happy that they all went to thank Shingara Singh.
•He said that this Sikhi is not just from this life, but he was also a very high spirit Khalsa in his previous life, that is why he has been blessed in this life.
•Once some Muslims came to his house, handing out leaflets and religious text. He told them that he has read it; they said were have you read this? He asked them, do you know were God is? They said yes, he’s up there, pointing to the sky. He said no, God is inside you, and he explained the character of God. They never came back again.
•About Bibek, he said that Sikhs should keep some level of Bibek, as in eating from only Amritdharis. But then again he said that the person should be Nitnemi and a kamayee vaalaa Gursikh, otherwise that is going against the point of Bibek. So it is even better to make the food yourself and eat it.
•When I met him he said that nowadays he was doing sehaj path everday from around 3pm-7pm followed by Rehras Sahib and sukhasan.
•He had full larrivaar saroop parkaash at his home, and was a very good paati.
•He stressed to me the importance of correct pronunciation, as to exaggerate the pronunciation in order to get it correct.
•He also had senchees(in part) of Dasam Granth sahib at his home.
•He had also read the Hindu scriptures.
•He used to read a lot of books and was very knowledgeable. He told me that it is important to read everything so that you can make comparisons to Sikhi. And he also encouraged me to read the newspaper every day.
•He was very much against akhand paths of nowadays, when people pay for them and do not listen to the path. He said it’s more fruitful to do a complete sehaj path yourself. An example is one of his relatives in India was very ill. She started listening to full recitation, whenever she wanted to go to the toilet or eat she would tell the granthi to stop. And then continue on her return, so that she would be able to listen to the entire Guru Granth Sahib recitation. After this, all he illnesses disappeared. This being the power of Gurbani.
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Here is the poem titled Daisy, written and performed by six-year-old Phoebe Wells at the recent Australian Poetry Slam Regional Heat. Slam host and spoken word artist, Miles Merrill, was reciting this poem the next day and Phoebe's performance nearly brought down the house (library) with applause. Phoebe placed lots of emphasis on the rhyming words followed by a pause for effect. Daisy
Once upon a time
there was a daisy
It was crazy.
It's name was Mayzie.
It was very lazy That little daisy.
And here is a link to the Arts OutWest October newsletter that features a photo of all the poetry slam entrants: www.artsoutwest.org.au/artspeak/issue65_October2007.pdf
(The above poem replaces earlier poem.... Pull my Daisy is a poem which has been published in many different forms and stages of development and completion.
It was written by Jack Kerouac, Allen Ginsberg and Neal Cassady in the late forties in a similar way to a Surrealist “exquisite corpse” game, one person writing the first line, the other writing the second, and so on sequentially with each person only being shown the line before.)
Commandos with the 9th Commando Kandak move toward and fire on targets during a rifle familiarization drill at a rifle range near their compound in Herat, Afghanistan, Nov. 6. The commandos, having just recited their Commando creed in August, are still learning new tools of the trade to include advanced rifle techniques as well as entry level pistol training.
In which the wolves recite their most important poem yet. (Not that there have been (at last count) any others.)
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Brig. Gen. David C. Garza raises his right hand while reciting the Oath of Office as Gen. James T. Conway, Commandant of the Marine Corps, presides over his frocking ceremony at ISAF Joint Command in Kabul, Afghanistan, Aug. 22, 2010. During the ceremony Brig. Gen. Garza was frocked to the rank of Maj. Gen. (ISAF photo by U.S. Air Force Staff Sgt. Joseph Swafford)
There are several versions of the following verse, but I quite like this one, recited by Bilbo as he sets off for Rivendell at the beginning of The Fellowship of the Ring:
"The Road goes ever on and on,
Down from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the Road has gone,
And I must follow, if I can,
Pursuing it with eager feet,
Until it joins some larger way
Where many paths and errands meet.
And whither then? I cannot say."
Trees this size make me feel a bit like a hobbit, let loose in the wild world, if just for a moment. Here, towering Western Red Cedar (Thuja plicata) and Western Hemlock (Tsuga heterophylla) live for hundreds of years in the watershed of the Cheakamus River near Whistler, British Columbia.
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Today I pass the time reading
a favorite haiku,
saying the few words over and over.
It feels like eating
the same small, perfect grape
again and again.
I walk through the house reciting it
and leave its letters falling
through the air of every room.
I stand by the big silence of the piano and say it.
I say it in front of a painting of the sea.
I tap out its rhythm on an empty shelf.
I listen to myself saying it,
then I say it without listening,
then I hear it without saying it.
And when the dog looks up at me,
I kneel down on the floor
and whisper it into each of his long white ears.
It's the one about the one-ton temple bell
with the moth sleeping on its surface,
and every time I say it, I feel the excruciating
pressure of the moth
on the surface of the iron bell.
When I say it at the window,
the bell is the world
and I am the moth resting there.
When I say it at the mirror,
I am the heavy bell
and the moth is life with its papery wings.
And later, when I say it to you in the dark,
you are the bell,
and I am the tongue of the bell, ringing you,
and the moth has flown
from its line
and moves like a hinge in the air above our bed.
Billy Collins (US Poet Laureate, 2001). "Japan".
Mausoleum Of Hafez, Shiraz, Iran.
The Mausoleum Of Hafez in Shiraz is One of the great Shirazi Poet, Sheikh Shams-ed Din Mohammad, Or Hafez (meaning one who can recite the Quran from memory) as he become known, Hafez was born in Shiraz in about 1324. His father died while he was still young so Hafez was educated by some of the city’s leading scholars.
Hafez was reciting Quran from Memory as he become known, apart from memorising the Quran at an early age, Hafez also became interested in literature and wrote many verses still used in everyday speech. Hafez’s collections of poems, known as Divan-e Hafez and has a strong mystical quality and is often virtually untranslatable; however, much of Divan-e Hafez was also about nightingales, courtship and wine.
Although Hafez lived in turbulent times, He refused many generous invitations to some of the great court of the time, both inside and outside of Iran, because of his love for his birthplace, Shiraz and Iran, finally Hafez died at the age of 65 in 1389.
Iranian have saying that every home must have two thing, first the Quran and then the second the Divan-e Hafez. and many would reverse that tradition. Hafez, the poet is an Iranian folk-hero loved, revered and as popular as many a modern pop star. Almost every Iranian can quote his poems, bending it to whichever social or daily life. And there is no better place to try to understand Hafez’s eternal hold on Iran than here, at Mausoleum and tomb of Hafez.
Tomb of Hafez is set in a charming garden with its two pools, the whole scene is restful despite the ever-present traffic noise. The marble Tomb of Hafez, engraved with a long verse from the Divan-e Hafez and was placed here, inside a small Mausoleum, by Karim Khan in 1773 while the present octagonal monument was put up over in 1935, the octagonal monument over the tomb of Hafez supported by eight stone columns beneath a tiled dome.
Jessore, Bangladesh, 2011
Ramadan Mubarak to all of my friends.
Madrasa students are reciting the Holy Quran inside their living room. In rural Bangladesh, you will find peoples are very interest to send their children into the Madrasa, rather than primary school. They think religious education is the only way to gratify almighty and it will help the parents on Day of Judgment.
This is the Kartarpur Beerh.This is the Saroop that Sree Guru Arjan Dev Jee Maharaaj recited,and Bhai Gurdaas Sahib Jee handwrote.
Je voulais faire une photo de Lewis assis ou couché sagement dans les fleurs. Pfft, autant lui demander de réciter un poème. Finalement j'ai quand même réussi une photo pas trop moche car il a entendu un cheval arriver et s'est figé (ensuite il faut être très rapide avant qu'il ne devienne hystérique)
I wanted to make a picture of Lewis sitting or lying still in the flowers. Phew, it's the same as asking him to recite a poem. Finally I still managed a more or less good picture because he heard a horse and froze (then you have to be very fast before he gets hysterical)
This is the Kartarpur Beerh.This is the Saroop that Sree Guru Arjan Dev Jee Maharaaj recited,and Bhai Gurdaas Sahib Jee handwrote.
I suspect you would get in trouble if you named someone or something White Nancy these days. And no doubt the sort of people who would find that offensive would probably find it offends them to celebrate a battle too. But it has been there over 200 years, and was named far before the Thought Police were dreamt up.
This c.18 foot high Grade II listed landmark standing on the top of Kerridge Hill overlooking Bollington is visible for miles around..
White Nancy was actually built as a summer house by the Gaskell family, who lived below the hill at Ingersley Hall, in about 1815. It is stone built with external rendering and regularly painted white in order to maintain its visibility. It is thought that it may have been built at that time to commemorate the battle of Waterloo. Internally there is a seat all round the wall with a large table in the centre. The table is circular, cut from a single piece of stone.
It is believed to have been constructed by a man named Dod who is supposed to have celebrated his work by enjoying a tot of brandy and then reciting a jingle:
Here's to the mountain of Nancy
That's built upon Ingersley Hill
Here's good health, wealth and fancy
And give Dod another gill!
Having lived in Macclesfield and Congleton for more than 27 years I'm surprised this was the first time I had ever been there.