Tuesday, January 30, 2007
Essence of Oneness - Advaita
“Silence is the best language of all. More is communicated through silence that you realize. It is a constant flow of mute language. Actually, its language is interrupted by speaking. Words impede its flow. Conversations and lectures may entertain people for hours, but do they improve us? Silence, however, is eternal and benefits everyone. In fact, through silence, a true eloquence is born. Silence is much more eloquent than oral speech. There is a flow of eloquence in silence, and the flow never ceases".
Sunday, December 17, 2006
Mr. Right
“A waiter came to me,
Excused himself and blurted out:
“Mr. Right is waiting outside,
Would you be kind, madám,
To follow?”
My heart, first, dropped,
Then yelled and shout,
My body’s stiff and numbed:
“It is a Sign,” I mumbled,
“It is a Sign,” I sighed…
* * *
An there he was,
Bad teeth, the biggest smile,
An old friend of mine,
Tiny, pitiful and shy,
Mr. Seymour Reit”
Excused himself and blurted out:
“Mr. Right is waiting outside,
Would you be kind, madám,
To follow?”
My heart, first, dropped,
Then yelled and shout,
My body’s stiff and numbed:
“It is a Sign,” I mumbled,
“It is a Sign,” I sighed…
* * *
An there he was,
Bad teeth, the biggest smile,
An old friend of mine,
Tiny, pitiful and shy,
Mr. Seymour Reit”
Saturday, December 16, 2006
"Self-portrait "

"A young woman
In a black and simple dress
With a delicate white collar,
Dark old-fashioned desk
With a single candle
Tearing wax,
Books, papers, and notes,
A bottle of ink
Are lavishly covering
Everything.
A quill in hand,
Long fingers, silver rings
Are richly spotted
With purple ink.
She’s staring at
The flickering flame,
Searching for words and images,
Recites what isn’t written yet –
A dreamy woman,
A little Poetess".
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