a purple breeze
Dreams are the eraser dust I blow off my page. They fade into emptiness another dark, gray day. Dreams are the only memory of the plans have back then. Dreams are eraser dust and now I use a pen. -Anonymous
Dreams are the eraser dust I blow off my page. They fade into emptiness another dark, gray day. Dreams are the only memory of the plans have back then. Dreams are eraser dust and now I use a pen. -Anonymous
10 Comments:
Very nice. The picture gives such a spiritual glow!
A profound thought captured so very beautifully!
Loved the pic, so evocatively representative of that ultimate truth
WoW! Nostalgic..especially looking at it after Ganesh Chaturthi!
perhaps 'unborn' is what should change and then he/she might know what it feels like...till then do we even know?
Fresh in the morning, soothing to see a divine picture :)
Thats glowing!!!
OOoohhh...Awwww....Bewitching pic!
Specially when I am discussing a lot about existentialism with a friend :)
The picture seems to cleanse our inner selves, for whatever reason.
The last hymn of Rg Veda is Naasadiya Suktam (the same chant with which the old DD serial 'Bhaarat ek Khoj' used to start with)
translated, it means,
That out of which creation has arisen,
whether it held it firm or it did not,
He who surveys it in the highest heaven,
He surely knows - or maybe He does not!
I do not know of any more abstract hymns around!
its means everything but it
means nothing
quest continues
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