JUST YOUR CREATIVITY( always live in the present)
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Meeting pour fêter le centenaire du premier vol d'Antoine de Saint-Exupéry ( vol double commande 19 juin 1921; solo 9 juillet 1921 au sein du 2me régiment d'aviation de Strasbourg)
Here's one that I took. Did I understand the doctor correctly? :P
This is to Thank all who greeted, texted, called me yesterday and wished me well. : )
Special Thanks To my friend Ge a.k.a. I_Travel_East for the special dedication.
also to Boywander for taking over the grills last night.
and also to my home group flickristasindios for the warm greetings!
and how can I forget the C.G.B? salamat.
I am back on my feet now and slowly inching my way to your streams :P.
again Thanks so much my friends!
#55 in EXPLORE! Nov. 20, 2008! Thank you so much! :D
Chicken breed from Indonesia from the island of Java. Everything about this chicken is black, including the meat. In Germany, the exotic chickens are currently quite popular.
Hühnerrasse aus Indonesien von der Insel Java. Alles an diesem Huhn ist schwarz, einschließlich des Fleisches. In Deutschland sind die exotischen Hühner derzeit recht beliebt.
Pentacon f2.8 135mm Auto MC
Explore. January 16, 2009.
And you can tell everybody
This is your song
It may be quite simple
But now that it's done
I hope you don't mind
I hope you don't mind
that I put down in words
How wonderful life is now you're in the world..
~ lyrics excerpt from the song "Your song" by Elton John.
*For my dearest, Charlotte. My better half. My wife. My life. It has been a while since I've put something down through the written word, expressing my eternal love for you. It may seem like it's an ordinary day today, but I want you to know... that every God-given day, with you, with Cara, is always special. My heart, my love...
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...here sis for your birthday!
God bless your family always
I love you and take the best care
because i care!
i miss you...
Meeting pour fêter le centenaire du premier vol d'Antoine de Saint-Exupéry ( vol double commande 19 juin 1921; solo 9 juillet 1921 au sein du 2me régiment d'aviation de Strasbourg)
Aghori ascetics, while being devotees of the Hindu God Shiva, are monists who adhere to the common Hindu belief in liberation (moksha) from the cycle of reincarnation (samsara). This liberation is a realization of the self's identity with the absolute. Because of this monistic doctrine, the Aghoris maintain that all opposites are ultimately illusory. The purpose of embracing pollution through various practices is the realization of non-duality through transcending social taboos, and seeing the illusory nature of all conventional categories.
In essence, Aghoris base their beliefs on two principles. First, that Lord Shiva is perfect. Second, that Shiva is responsible for everything; every rock, tree, animal, and even every thought. Due to this, everything that exists must be perfect, and to deny the perfection of anything would be to deny the Gods.
The Aghori ascetic is himself a symbol of the God Shiva. He goes naked or wears the shroud of a corpse, he covers himself in the ashes of the cremation ground. The corpse upon which he meditates is a symbol of his own body and the corpse devouring ritual is a symbol of the transcendence of his lower self and a realisation of the greater, all pervading self.
The Aghoris distinguish themselves from other Hindu sects and priests by their alcoholic and cannibalistic rituals. The corpses, which may be either pulled from a river [including Ganges] or obtained from cremation grounds, are consumed raw as the Aghoris believe that what others consider as a "dead man" is, in fact, nothing but a natural matter devoid of the life force it once contained. Therefore, while for ordinary folks it may be called cannibalism, for them it's using what is useless for the rest of the world. In fact, they claim to be scientists trying to discover how matter converts from one form to another. (source: wiki)
My friend Amit mailed me one fine evening. He said this photograph inspired him to write a poem. Sharing the poem here:
The Astrologer
One sun in the sky
and a million others shining up
from the railway tracks
that lead unto me, everyday
like the million lines on my face
each line for the million times i have prayed
exhaling a million plumes of smoke
that fill the million braids of my hair
You ask me a question, i close my eyes
i crease my brow, and nod my ashen-face
as though i've always known you'd come
but all i do
is take a long drag
and stare at you
as your faith stares back
and snares me between the million lies, tracks
that lead away from what is true
I quietly put my conscience away
"Son, you have sinned", I say,
And you grow pale
"Maharaj, is there a way?"
you ask
as you tremble with the memories of that frightful day
Another drag; you wait,
as i close my eyes and negotiate
"Sure, but there'll be a price to pay"
And you are happy
to trade your guilt for a hundred rupees
and thank God for deal-makers under trees
as i hoard my own guilt,
and hope to find a deal-maker for me
By Amit Bhatia
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