Apr 2020
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Not the best of times to have the worst of times…
I had a few days to paint this one: is a 5 footer (width), and meant for a Centre that is a Soul Cafe, probably one of its kind in India. It’s still there at Chai*, a reminder of how Time and other factors are sometimes little things in the face of bigger things. This… Continue reading
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Wait. Check your ‘lows.
Below the Surface of Everything, is Most Things. Have to share a fellow Bloggers Post that said a few things to me: Aimless deliberation “Journalists often ask me when I go to the field, ‘What do you expect to find?’ And my answer always is, ‘The unexpected,’ because we’re just looking at the tip of… Continue reading
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In the Stillness
‘The hand is the cutting edge of the mind.” Jacob Bronowski …who can tell what you find, restless restful pieces of soul, of mind. In the Stillness… Continue reading
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Beauty for Ashes
Quenched by thirst for True Love. Did this 👇painting last year, after seeing Souza’s Christ( see below 2nd painting for also, his grand son’s Street graffiti of Goan woman praying?) Art is a language all it’s own. When I’m silenced from society and ask myself what I’m at, is when Painting kicks in. It’s like… Continue reading
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Street Talk
The girl with mud thick eyes? I met her across from where we were 3 floors above, she walked that place like a tigress, she stalked my face every noon as I waited for the school bus. Our daughter was 5, I wanted to shield her from the girls’ eyes, eyes like a well with… Continue reading
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Earth Song
I did not think I was a Song, not in little school, but age 13, a storm hit our bay and the sand went white in the sun that finally came out, that day in the silence, with light falling like rain in my arms and bare feet running out to meet a day without… Continue reading
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Rage
It is there in the seams of us in the hinge of my shadow sitting, of lashed eye in naked street, ‘tween closed border & shut teeth, ..of all the ill we may conceive, this might be the final viral of this age, soul Rage. *** @raylarn FromWhat to do when you’re in a rage… Continue reading
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Intoxicating loneliness
Your ways are Mystery and Wonder. I stand as a miracle myself, we are all miracles in this hour- little footprints of You, in a desert of oceans of nothings: here we are…on the threshold of an intoxicating loneliness. Every move of leaf, bird, human voice, a kiss from the heaven we seek. You are… Continue reading
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Armour of Light
..reaching, sifting, shredding all dark: surpassing everything we know, leading us to Secrets yet to show: You my only eternal Friend, what else is there this wide, this deep, or high: than the endless life of Light? Continue reading
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For you, this April
Inspired by the beautiful LADYSAG77#Momentsofjoy, & every one of you who inspires me to write everyday. May you be strong, and breathe and need little else but wealth of soul~ be persuaded that you are loved by the Father ~ no matter what. May you, may I never stop, nor stoop to believe we were… Continue reading
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Surprise Visitors @April
Images from yesterday’s news refused to leave but this morning a tree full of thumb- sized black birds, white chested (what are they?) they greet with rowdy song… what are they saying? Last week we saw a family of Peacock. I thought it was a whacky dream…. ….glistening blue preening in the few meters between… Continue reading
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