"When the souls rise in the light of their joy,
my soul ascends glorified by the dark of grief.
I am like you, Night! And when my morn comes,
then my time will end."
~ from Kahlil Gibran's "The Prophet"
Wednesday, July 19, 2006
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good stuff...
Keshi.
I told you to enable comment moderation. Now comment bots are using your bog for link backs. I dont know why kids now a days dont listen to elders. Chaitu baby, first 2 comments are by comment bots and delete them.
I see now a dys you are using poetry too much. Good. What about sketching?
And what about the promise you some time back made to a innocent charming good looking handsome guy??
do I need to remind you???
Keep smiling
and dont miss me
nice!! one yaar
Nice one...
keshi... thank u :)
kumar chetan... done.
kiron... hmm...
sujit... thank u
vanathi... thank u...
;-) ;-) ;-)
I won’t pretend that I understand the poem. As far as I sense it, our Soul exists forever. It neither changes the future, nor does it see it. It goes on in perpetuity gathering knowledge as it goes. Our 3 dimensional bodies are in this dimension so we can learn. While everything may have a ying / yang existance no existance is 100% in each area..
I am bad with poetry though there seems to be lot of philosophy here. btw..ur sketches are cute :-)
thatz wonderfull. sorry was so busy shifting myself. just got setteled innew employment
will sit down for my new post
Thanks for your kind words at TAOAD. It's great to know you. Wait till I add you to my ryze page. You can add me to orkut, linkedin etc as well. Try this
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deep thots, simple words. Loved this post.
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