Between the darkness of the skies
And the flabbergasting brightness of the stars.
He stands unshaken for he knows
He is in oneness with the one which loves and the one that hurts.
He in his deeper thinketh knows
That hard work and toil grasp greens and blues
But he learns
Near is the beautiful scent of the blossoms for little lilies and lotuses.
The Ying stings in stealth foretelling
That no gloom is forever
The Yang bangs straight ahead
For it knows every bloom is followed by wither
That man ..! stands in the righteousness
Of his own actions good and bad
For the Karma hunts him down
Through the hardest rocks for gift or reprimand
- Vandana
Watercolor on Handmade paper
16 x 24 inches
And the flabbergasting brightness of the stars.
He stands unshaken for he knows
He is in oneness with the one which loves and the one that hurts.
He in his deeper thinketh knows
That hard work and toil grasp greens and blues
But he learns
Near is the beautiful scent of the blossoms for little lilies and lotuses.
The Ying stings in stealth foretelling
That no gloom is forever
The Yang bangs straight ahead
For it knows every bloom is followed by wither
That man ..! stands in the righteousness
Of his own actions good and bad
For the Karma hunts him down
Through the hardest rocks for gift or reprimand
- Vandana
Watercolor on Handmade paper
16 x 24 inches
Spontaneous flow of thoughts unattached to the mind is the meditation that I felt watching the paining and reading the poetry...
ReplyDeleteThank you very much Guruji.Means a lot
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