Sunday, June 8, 2008

silver wings

silver wings



Merle Haggard Silver wings
Merle Haggard Silver wings
insomania

Title:
Autumn Landscape Near Telluride, ColoradoArtist:
Annie Griffiths Belt
When I am with you, we stay up all night,
When you're not here, I can't get to sleep.
Praise God for these two insomnias!
And the difference between them.
Translator: Coleman Barks
Rumi Love and Ecstasy Poems

ganesh
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iSRz6HDymys&feature=related


GANESH

marvel

Wednesday, June 4, 2008

khayal

Title: Old Westbury Gardens Artist: Betsy Brown

Tuesday, June 3, 2008

peace


Title:
Inner Peace
Elvira Amrhein
Those who cause me sufferingAre like Buddhas bestowing their blessings.Since they lead me to liberating pathsWhy should I get angry with them?
"Don't they obstruct your virtuous practice?"No! There is no virtuous practice greater than patience;Therefore I will never get angryWith those who cause me suffering.
If, because of my own shortcomings,I do not practice patience with my enemyIt is not he, but I, who prevents me from practicing patience
from Guide to the Bodhisattva's Way of Life, by Shantideva, Chapter VI, verses 101-103, tr by Neal Elliot, guided by Geshe Kelsang Gyatso,
Tharpa Publications 2002.

Monday, June 2, 2008

listen

Title: The Silence of Light
Artist: James Coleman

Listen!

Listen,
if stars are lit
it means - there is someone who needs it.
It means - someone wants them to be,
that someone deems those specks of spit
magnificent.
And overwrought,
in the swirls of afternoon dust,
he bursts in on God,
afraid he might be already late.
In tears,
he kisses God's sinewy hand
and begs him to guarantee
that there will definitely be a star.
He swears
he won't be able to stand that starless ordeal.
Later,
He wanders around, worried,
but outwardly calm.
And to everyone else, he says:
'Now,
it's all right.
You are no longer afraid,
are you?'
Listen,
if stars are lit,
it means - there is someone who needs it.
It means it is essential
that every evening
at least one star should ascend
over the crest of the building.

Послушайте!

Послушайте!
Ведь, если звезды зажигают -
значит - это кому-нибудь нужно?
Значит - кто-то хочет, чтобы они были?
Значит - кто-то называет эти плевочки
жемчужиной?
И, надрываясь
в метелях полуденной пыли,
врывается к богу,
боится, что опоздал,
плачет,
целует ему жилистую руку,
просит -
чтоб обязательно была звезда! -
клянется -
не перенесет эту беззвездную муку!
А после
ходит тревожный,
но спокойный наружно.
Говорит кому-то:
"Ведь теперь тебе ничего?
Не страшно?
Да?!"
Послушайте!
Ведь, если звезды
зажигают -
значит - это кому-нибудь нужно?
Значит - это необходимо,
чтобы каждый вечер
над крышами
загоралась хоть одна звезда?!

1914

VLADIMIR MAYAKOVSKY
(1893-1930)


noorjehan

noorjehan
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2JEaZhQ7kY8



Mujh Se pehli see
Mujh Se pehli see
Faiz Ahmed Faiz & Madam Noor jehan,
i recently heard this old classic piece on my special favourite radio programme
2008-06-02 07:21:19 GMT
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gul ka mausam
Title: Garden Pond I Artist: Carol Rowan

Sunday, June 1, 2008

ar rehman

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HKvGQSwRIDQ&feature=related

Guru- tere bina

devotion

Title: Untitled Artist: Joan Colomer Suppose you can recite a thousand holyverses from memory.What are you going to dowith your ego self, the truemark of the heretic?Every time your head touchesthe ground in prayers, remember,this was to teach you toput down that load of egowhich bars you from enteringthe chamber of the Beloved.To your mind feed understanding,to your heart, tolerance and compassion.The simpler your life, the more meaningful.The less you desire of the world,the more room you will have in itto fill with the Beloved.The best use of your tongueis to repeat the Beloved's Name in devotion.The best prayers are those inthe solitude of the night.The shortest way to the Friendis through selfless service andgenerosity to His creatures.Those with no sense of honor and dignity are best avoided.Those who change colors constantlyare best forgotten.The best way to be with thosebereft of the Beloved's qualities,is to forget them in the joy of silence in one's corner of solitude. Shaikh Abu Saeed Abil Kheir - "Nobody, Son of Nobody"