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‘Destitute Dignity’

gWhen the whole Saint-ing story of Mama St.Theresa took front page, this news image of hers ( not my random sketches, but do scroll down to the news clip), caught my attention and never left….not  just the play of light and shadow, but the stillness. A certain tiredness, a beautiful fatigue captured here that keeps drawing me to this one.

The past few months I’ve been watching faces like never before. Haughty, satisfied,mean, cold, proud,self righteous,happy,vain,warm….

But I’m captivated by the tired ones, not the giving up tired, but Stubborn Tired.

Dogged tired.

Not bored fed up tired, but tough tired. Obstinate, in your face, it’s a Craft. A method. Never give up, watch me Tired.

Is why I love this photograph of Mother Theresa, and the photographer who didn’t ask her to pose, to try make something pretty, unruffle your nose Mother, look up, smile Ma….

Nah.

This. Pic makes me reach in and want her Prayer Swag. That’s the two words I’ve been searching for. Ohkay Thinking Swag, if you don’t believe in prayer, Sitting in Jaw Swag, Chin in thought Shadows in Light, blue white on grainy paper…. It’s still a Study in Studies.

Thank you whoever took the Stilling capture ( Pl see past my uncombed sketches).

 

 

  

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Best thing I’ve read on the net recently!

I was recently told of an African tribe that does the most beautiful thing.
Visit our Page -► ツ Amazing Facts & Nature ツ ◄- For more.Photo: I was recently told of an African tribe that does the most beautiful thing.</p><p>Visit our Page -► ツ Amazing Facts & Nature ツ ◄- For more.</p><p>When someone does something hurtful and wrong, they take the person to the center of town, and the entire tribe comes and surrounds him. For two days they’ll tell the man every good thing he has ever done.</p><p>The tribe believes that every human being comes into the world as GOOD, each of us desiring safety, love, peace, happiness.</p><p>But sometimes in the pursuit of those things people make mistakes. The community sees misdeeds as a cry for help.</p><p>They band together for the sake of their fellow man to hold him up, to reconnect him with his true Nature, to remind him who he really is, until he fully remembers the truth from which he'd temporarily been disconnected: "I AM GOOD".</p><p>Share with friends and family.When someone does something hurtful and wrong, they take the person to the center of town, and the entire tribe comes and surrounds him. For two days they’ll tell the man every good thing he has ever done.
The tribe believes that every human being comes into the world as GOOD, each of us desiring safety, love, peace, happiness.
But sometimes in the pursuit of those things people make mistakes. The community sees misdeeds as a cry for help.
They band together for the sake of their fellow man to hold him up, to reconnect him with his true Nature, to remind him who he really is, until he fully remembers the truth from which he’d temporarily been disconnected: “I AM GOOD”.

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This One Thing

This one thing, I seek,

dear God, stretch me,

reach me, over bars, bend

my mind, my body and soul

beyond our limits,

our paradoxes and little rods,

fall me into your sky,

hold me above indifference,

dearest dearest, esp. that villian unbendable-

Indifference.

Indifference.

courtesyArtPics – Photography

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3 Most Entertaining Flash Mobs

FLASH MOB –  a group of people who assemble suddenly in a public place, perform an unusual and seemingly pointless act for a brief time, then quickly disperse, often for the purposes of entertainment, satire, and artistic expression.courtesy :KMohit.com/2013/01/20/5-most-entertaining-flash-mobs –

1. richchund u tUBE :

The first emotion in everything you do must be love…. Do that and see what happens! 🙂  Nov.13 2010 unsuspecting shoppers got a big surprise while enjoying their lunch. Over 100 participants in this awesome Christmas Flash Mob

2. August 4th, 2009, dozens of Bollywood dancers dance in the middle of Times Square to support Bollywood Hero, a 3 part mini-series on IFC  

3. 200 ordinary Mumbaikars (aged 4-60) come together one busy Sunday evening for pure joy. The historic CST station blares ‘Rang De Basanti’ on its speakers while surprised train commuters rush to see whats going on.

  • Sharath Krishnan Sharath Krishnan 2 months ago : ..  organised on the third anniversary of the worst terrorist attack on Indian soil, that started right there at that station. Foreign gunmen shot dead 55 people there. This dance was my city’s way of getting something like closure, to help us let bygones be bygones.Even today, I am sometimes silenced with respect and sorrow when I walk onto those platforms; but then there’s something cheerful to think about. 🙂 

 

AY, WE STILL CELEBRATE EACH OTHER, LARGER THAN LIFE !

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Why can’t I just mind my own business

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Sometimes the Earth holds me too close, so close I cannot breathe

sharp-edged leaf and bark shimmering in the sun,

why can’t I just go about my business like everybody else,

why bother about eagles and sparrows making friends in the tree with the nest

– its branch flirting with electric wires, and the light

why should I care.

 

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Paulo CoelhoSometimes, we are so attached to our way of life that we turn down wonderful opportunities simply because we don’t know what to do with it. — Paulo Coelho

 

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Photo: Lιкє тнιѕ ραgє •••► Night Walker ❤

 

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7 billion Friends

childhood

Childhood

This is for the one that met me last evening : she  may never read this :

I met a beautiful little girl with so much to give, but was afraid of human beings. What kind of fear is that ? When we are afraid of human beings?

 All I wanted for her was to have at least a good friend. How I wish that for you little one – that you would find a friend.  I’ll call her Myra.

She stared at me and returned to her window that looked into a high blank wall. That wall is her friend. The only one she trusts.

Yes, we can write all our words and do all our good works, but alone-ness is a thing we fight most, and am sitting here speechless today, trying to quiet my chaos, with reading other people’s poetry. Other languages. Anything to hide my  own blank walls. These areas where we know so so so little about the 7 billion of us. sharing the same air and water and oxygen and voting rights and goats and airplanes and nice cricket. And pavilions and parenting books and needs. Yes its tough being a parent in this decade of madness. And maybe it tougher being a kid.

 

The post below belongs to Kelly Belmonte, Chief Muse of Allninemuses , a program designer, Wife, mother, blogger, published poet, and puttering gardener, she has set down roots in her “discovered country” of New England after emigrating from upstate New York over half a lifetime ago. The “nine” of All Nine is a reference to the nine sister muses of Greek mythology. These inspirational sisters represent multiple domains of creativity and intelligence, from epic poetry to science. For any vision to move from the inside of one person’s eyelids to the physical world where it can make a positive impact, it takes a collaborative effort across multiple disciplines and an openness to many sources of inspiration. 

I love your work Kelly Belmonte. I love the languages within you : inner dialects that know the human heart. Irrespective of where we are born, colour, creed, this one thing we share, the need to never be alone. Eastern and Western poets, Mid east and inter-continental…

Listen, You Who Are Alone

We need, at times, to seek out friends.

Friend, one cannot either be born, or come to one’s end,
if not with another. It is good
that friendship strips
the gloom of guilt from work,
that it makes gladness not stolen,
but free.

How can you be all alone when,
at the fullness of time, all things speak at length with you,
and then the morn-star rises?

Here is the Spanish original:

Es necesario, a veces, encontrar compañía.

Amigo, no es posible ni nacer ni morir
sino con otro. Es bueno
que la amistad le quite
al trabajo esa cara de castigo
y a la alegría ese aire ilícito de robo.

¿Cómo podrás estar solo a la hora
completa, en que las cosas y tú hablan y hablan,
hasta el amanecer?
Lee todo en: Apelación al solitario – Poemas de Rosario Castellanoshttp://www.poemas-del-alma.com/rosario-castellanos-apelacion-al-solitario.htm#ixzz2RgyXau4k

 

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7 billion+ ways of seeing

Way  so  fse  eiNg  wa ysofs eeing, ways of seei

ng by John Berger   ·  228 reviews WAYS OF SEEING

 

 

RANDOM PICTURES AND THOUGHTS ABOUT THE WAY WE USED TO SEE OURSELF, AND THE WAY IT ALL CAN TURN OUT…

 

BELOW : CRICKET BABIES

 

 

Cover of "Ways of Seeing: Based on the BB...
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From encounters with a Friend :
Mr CK, father of four kids,  business man, takes Life  with much humor. Loves  movies, family, veg restaurants and cricket. Recently migrated to  Dubai where we hope they are doing well. His wife Lata having met with an accident was confined to a wheel chair. Rehab and much support has got her back to smiling, functioning like she used to..
” Few years ago, my mind was suddenly a strange place :
suddenly am seeing four children, a wife, a  Life.  And inside I am still the boy I used to be. 18, 19 years of age, carefree, have a hair cut, listen to music, go out with a few friends. Thinking nothing that some peoples’ lives depend on me. Not regretting them. Not that.  But inside the man does not change. Suddenly this happens. The last birthday I was not thinking this way. I had accepted the changes that came when I got married and responsibilities came. Job, rent, house, bought some almirahs, this and that. First child, the others, school  education, birthdays, everything.
The responsibilties grow, demands from society, relatives, not bad things, even job. Suddenly time is not enough. Everybody is changing, each child, even she, myself…
then you have a particular need arising. That is when for me it all came down on my shoulders together, and I want to go back to my native place, see where I grew up, what I was then. I have forgotten so much. That I too used to be a child. Used to laugh, have some fun, you know. Be kiddish. Play jokes on people.
Where have I gone?
How to erase some things that shouldn’t have happened.
Then I can help my children, my wife who is unwell.
a Handicap is not a bad thing in itself, but that we do not know how to handle it. Some one said weapons are not killers. The man who uses it is. The killer.
I am sure we can find a way to handle these things. We should stay with some older ways, words, or ideas.
Then we are finished. I am not finished yet.
I want to feel love again. Now I see everything differently from years ago. Have to learn again. Search again. We only used to eat on plantain leaf and we considered so many things ‘ impure’. Now who has plantain trees ? Who is ‘ pure” ?
What to ” hate”…
Some words we used to use, traditions, I can boldly tell my grandparents it was not worth it. Now that same grandfather has a microwave and what not ! Calls everybody home. Before they had to wash their hands and feet first then enter..
Arrey baap reyy.
( laughs heartily ).
What is Handicap I dont know. If we are always afraid, na, thats the worst handicap. There are some people cannot climb ladders or enter a Lift. Others will make fun of everyone..  Such persons should be kept in isolation wards. These are the ……. ( I dont want to say what I am thinking !)
( excerpts best as I can recall ).
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Man thinking on a train journey.

Image via Wikipedia

Am spending thinking time.

My new friend Sara  has  a way of thinking that startles me, but is delightful.
Maybe we all think too much, “ she says. ” Our forefathers were hard workers. There was this survival of the fittest thing going on. So, no time for luxuries like drooling and fast foods. ….
…. we waste altogether too much time not having fun.Even our ideas of ” Fun” are eventually depressing. And then we must go solving the whole family’s troubles. Let them find their own shoes and socks that went missing. Let them lose grades a bit. We did.  Another thing. I don’t get shocked anymore… nothing! NOthign surprises me. Maybe some good news Haaaaa, but really…”
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Hey me going to have some fun now. Let them lose grades. Uh …. Sara, I’ll have to call you to our PTAs ….
( smiling widely) and am going to have to plan ways of shocking you. I have you address you know…
cya soon!
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“You can have peace. Or you can have freedom. Don’t ever count on having both at once.”
― Robert A. Heinlein
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http://rochestersage.org/2012/03/05/i-want-my-kids-to-fail/  ” Do not handicap your children by making their lives easy,” Robert A Heinlein

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What did you think you were

Sooraj B

here there is need,

pain

hope

love

rejection

aspiration

cruelty

inner monsters

brilliant chaos

My sister Susie

joy

courage against all odd

peace in a storm

more storm

unjustified wrong

days of ” NEVER MIND”

silence

colours

Innersong.com Scott my awesome friend

success

hope

prayers

breaking faith

unbroken

Derk G. Wish I coul talk to you every dayyy

Fingers of God

friends

quietnesses

peace

rest

labour

Supriya what a beautiful girl you are !

beauty

respect

open doors

windows

skies

sunshine

starlight

dawn dusk

an appreciation of  Life.

… even self.

Gratitude

Esp Gratitude

for the Gift of Expression…

Dearest : everyone is an artist,

Abhrodeep M

what did you think you were..

a Stream in this desert,

of the River of Life..

That’s who you are,

 isn’t that nice ?

(if I’ve missed out on someone here, just say ; u’re there in my life, but say)

Vihann Noel Pictojournal 2012

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Praying drives me crazy!

Vihann Noel Pictojournal 2012

Our Eyes meet like for the first time

but I had to  go blind;

Our Fingers touched when I

let go ;

Our Worlds meshed ; we talked

miles in Silence ;

It is so much easier to touch the visible

hold the tangible

trust the logical.

So much easier.

Is easier better ?

Is there the Invisible ?

The world that can only be met

in depths within ?

Aren’t there those in this room

besides me and mine :

angels, demons, laughter inside our throat

unheard :

virtual Acres being ploughed:

Promises unbroken,

Hope blazing, un-noticed

stubborn silent singing

Streams in that Desert ;

marigold fields tearing thru

sleepless suds of Earth, un-met

Clouds of fire, warm on 

Cold Shoulders – freezing

Mirth. Lord my

sweet Lord, if

this is blind – crazy,

and I am seeing

for the first time,

this is insanely good,

so good.

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2012 Year of Harvest

HARVESTER:OIL R Noel

Yeah I declare a Year of Harvest

yeah Breaking

into Day, staring back at atrocity

I dare!

‘Enough, ‘ yells  my heart and spirit mind,

same

I leave behind:

those Fields of Stolen Time

and decay.

Ageing Babies,

torn out

cities;

Now

I scream, standing with breaking feet

on Promises You wrote ‘neath

Our Name :

may our barns overflow,

our arms ache with the joy-ache of giving away!

May our spouse and off-spring

English: Tree bark with embedded in .

Oh may our cattle and earth sing:

‘this is the day of the harvest we  dreamt of,’

as we sank by the rivers of Babylon,

where we prayed, e’en believed

there was no God : Ah sweet spirit

inside, may Goodness and Mercy,

trespass into our stolen Fields of Time;

Alias Stencil-Artworks, Noel and others

restore the Smiles we traded

for nothing.

Ah Sweet-sighing Pilgrim we  thought no one ever heard

those prayers we  closeted with yesterdays’

barbed-wire Yards;

A group of Japanese captured during the Battle...

yesterdays' songs in barbed wire yards

a New Year began, now nothings the same,

"Same Same but Different"

Nothing’s ever the Same,

There is a Season for everything under the sun,

a Time to die and Live again

and again and again.

Those Words  sown yesterday, today

have broken

Ground : why did we doubt

why did we doubt

sweet spirit mine.

Say ?

Yeah, am

no longer shiver-liver coward,

Lord this Field is Breaking

Broken

into   2012nd Day.

( From Too Late to Look Back Too much : innerdialect/ impressions  Psalms : Joy in the Morning, tho’ last night was deep just don’t forget to weed!)

R N

Sweet Honey in the Rock live at Ravinia

Sweet Honey in the Rock

R N

Deutsch: Moosbeeren-Ernte in New Jersey. Engli...

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