Beautiful ...

For originality ...

Sundown

It is not so much for its beauty that the forest makes a claim upon men’s hearts, as for that quality of air, that emanation from old trees, that so wonderfully changes and renews a weary spirit.

~~ Robert Louis Stevenson 

The European Starling

 

 

 
fluffed up ....

From Beyond The Himalayas....

Many have been called but few are chosen.
You have followed that for which you were born.
Few ever do, the world has swallowed them up.

This is poignant for I am so lost in all the things
I think I have to do - so many books to read and 
each removes me from the NOW and my focus on
things spiritual -even spiritual books. At times
I feel like I am losing touch with all that R awakened
in me. I think I do not seem to have the will
to follow a disciplined path. And I think that life is
just so all-encompassing; living busy life itself is
what I am called to do, be it dusting, cleaning, 
cooking or reading, teaching, researching. At these
times it does seem pertinent that this is life and it 
needs living; so not doing R's work or exercises- 
they do not fit into the scheme of things. Just like
I gave up on vegetarianism because it was clashing
with daily social life and my own ability to find joy
in life. Soon all that I was taught and all that I tried
to achieve in spiritual endeavours will dissipate
and even the memories will fade.... and I have pondered
upon this and thought it was inevitable .... to set me 
straight I fell upon these words flipping through 
the above book.

My Zen Koan

Sit quiet, mind still. 

Surya Namaskar

Just a nice picture ...

Scarlet backed flowerpecker

 

If the sun keeps shining on the bud, the flower will open. When the light of the sun penetrates the flower bud, the photons transform it, and the flower opens. Our mindfulness has the same function as the light of the sun. If we shine the light of full awareness steadily on our state of mind, that state of mind will transform into something better. ~ Thich Nhat Hanh

SO HAVE FAITH !

The present moment - NOW- is the doorway to the timeless eternal ...

I cannot go to school ...

“I cannot go to school today"
Said little Peggy Ann McKay.
"I have the measles and the mumps,
A gash, a rash and purple bumps.

My mouth is wet, my throat is dry.
I'm going blind in my right eye.
My tonsils are as big as rocks,
I've counted sixteen chicken pox.
And there's one more - that's seventeen,
And don't you think my face looks green?
My leg is cut, my eyes are blue,
It might be the instamatic flu.
I cough and sneeze and gasp and choke,
I'm sure that my left leg is broke.
My hip hurts when I move my chin,
My belly button's caving in.
My back is wrenched, my ankle's sprained,
My 'pendix pains each time it rains.
My toes are cold, my toes are numb,
I have a sliver in my thumb.
My neck is stiff, my voice is weak,
I hardly whisper when I speak.
My tongue is filling up my mouth,
I think my hair is falling out.
My elbow's bent, my spine ain't straight,
My temperature is one-o-eight.
My brain is shrunk, I cannot hear,
There's a hole inside my ear.
I have a hangnail, and my heart is ...
What? What's that? What's that you say?
You say today is .............. Saturday?
G'bye, I'm going out to play!”