Pure Joy… 🌻

Baskets laden with blossoms

That one comes across

Upon taking a wrong turn

While walking down

An unknown road

In a strange city

Bring with them

A realisation…

‘I Am not lost…I Am never lost

I Am right here… Breathe in..’

Pure joy! 😊

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Words to Ponder Over… 

*Osho: The one who questioned all answers*

_Passage from:_

*For Madmen Only (Price of Admission: Your Mind)*

Buddha says to his disciples again and again ‘Become an island’ — and by that he means to remain in your aloneness totally.

Just like an island unconnected to anything, just you yourself in your absolute aloneness — then you become an island. And that very possibility of becoming absolutely alone becomes the door to the divine.

If you are related to the world too much, you cannot be related to god. If you are related to things too much, you cannot be related to yourself. If you are related too much without, you cannot be within.

So a feeling of unrelatedness has to be developed, and this is going to help you tremendously. Not that you have to leave all relationship — no, not at all — not that you have to leave your parents, your wife, your child, your friend. Nothing has to be left, just the idea of relationship has to be dropped.

Be with your woman but let there be no idea of relationship. Let there be two alonenesses together, let there be two individuals together, but don’t lose your independence and don’t force the other to lose her independence.

Two islands can be together, very close, but yet they remain islands.

Kahlil Gibran used to say that lovers should be like pillars of a temple: they hold the same roof. In a way they are together and yet far apart.

So be in the world but not of the world; that is the meaning of being an island. Move in the world but unconcerned, unidentified.

The East has developed a symbol for it, the lotus flower — it remains in water but remains untouched by the water. And that is what Buddha means when he says to become an island.
*OSHO*

A Beautiful Book.. 😊

I must have seen this cover a hundred times, yet I can’t get over the beauty of it! The colours, the expression, the textures… All are a work of extreme purity. 

Now, to come to what’s between the covers… Pure excellence.

Meandering between three decades, starting from the art and life of the first female Dutch artist to be invited to join the Artists Guild in 1600s, to present day New York of 2000 and a painting called, ‘At the Edge of the Wood’ and it’s forgery. Three alternating timelines and locations and their impact on the lives of different people, is done masterfully by Dominic Smith. 

I couldn’t agree more with the ‘People’ magazine review… “This beautiful meditation on love, loss, and art is as luminous as a Vermeer. ‘

Loved every word of this fabulous book.

Sometimes… 

The dance is always within us

Sometimes we forget the rhythm 

The song is always within us

Sometimes we forget the lyrics

The story is always within us us

Sometimes we forget the words

The answers are all within us

Sometimes we forget the questions

Everything that we need, is there

It’s just that we forget…. 

Art for Me… 

Some blobs of paint, a selection of brushes, a surface to work on and imagination….  LOADS of it! And patience,  to build up from nothing, a dream that exists only within you. An ephemeral idea that burns, sometimes brightly, at other times mildly and needs to be attended to. 

This excitement of capturing something intangible and giving it some sort of form for the world to see, is art for me. 

It takes me to places within me that I never knew existed. It introduces me to parts of my personality I didn’t know were there. It makes me observe nature like it might my last view of it. And while doing this, I miss nothing. My world is complete. I am in the world that I create. I am a bee hovering over a blooming Lotus and I am the shadow under a languid Lotus leaf…. And when it is all done, I wash my brushes and gently come back to this other world and drive myself home… Cocooned in silence and peace that even the raging traffic and piercing horns cannot penetrate….

This is art for me.