I want to know where home is.

Photograph Courtesy Henri Cartier Bresson

INDIA. Punjab. Kurukshetra. A refugee camp for 300.000 people. Refugees exercising in the camp to drive away lethargy and despair. Autumn 1947.

Fitzcarraldo
Even Dwarfs Started Small
"When you sit three feet away from me you see something eccentric, do you?"


Werner Herzog

Ghost in a shell

London Calls

My sister is in London studying Media Management.This is one of the many pictures from her album.

A friend of mine did a sketch of me while we were in class.I couldn't help putting it up here.I especially like that horse on the side.

Come, come, whoever you are.

Wonderer, worshipper, lover of leaving.

It doesn't matter.

Ours is not a caravan of despair.

Come, even if you have broken your vow

a thousand times

Come, yet again, come, come.




Masnavi Book I, 599-607
Rumi

taste the wine!

until the juice ferments a while in a cask
it isn't wine.

There are thousands of wines that can take over our minds.
Don't think all ecstasies are the same.

Jesus was lost in his love for God,
his donkey was drunk with barley.

every object, every being
is a jar full of delight.

be a connoisseur
and taste with caution.

Any wine will get you high,
judge like a king ad choose the purest,
the ones unadulterated with fear,
or some urgency about 'what's needed.'

drink the wine that moves you
as a camel moves when it has been untied,

and is just ambling about.





Mathnawi IV, 2683-96
The Essential Rumi, Coleman Barks

will we ever kill the bug?

God help me.
I could cry for want of one of these!

I thrust my hands into a swarm of mosquitoes without catching a single one.And yet the air is filled with the hum of a thousand voices.

The Sound of Painting

Painters have always been intrigued by music, its incorporeality, its sovereign independence of the visible and tangible, and its freedom from the obligation to imitate nature that for centuries was felt to be binding on European art. While poetry, too, despite its higher degree of abstraction, remained tied to the concrete and nameable, music was able to unfold in a free realm delimited only by the rules of tonal harmony derived from its intrinsic means.

Karen V. Maur

the girl she used to be.



As once the winged energy of delight
carried you over childhood's dark abysses,
now beyond your own life build the great
arch of unimagined bridges.

rilke

Stairway to heaven if you please.

A friend of mine helped me shelve my fear. I think am going to LOVE them.

jack of all and master of one,possibly.

the bug is out.Yes. I 've started seeing through that filter.

the old man and the sea.

am happy when I dance.
touch me.

Sunstone

I want to go on, to go beyond; I cannot;
the moment scatters itself in many things,
I have slept the dreams of the stone that never dreams
and deep among the dreams of years like stones
have heard the singing of my imprisoned blood,
with a premonition of light the sea sang,
and one by one the barriers give way,
all of the gates have fallen to decay,
the sun has forced an entrance through my forehead,
has opened my eyelids at last that were kept closed,
unfastened my being of its swaddling clothes,
has rooted me out of my self, and separated
me from my animal sleep centuries of stone
and the magic of reflections resurrects
willow of crystal, a poplar of water,
a pillar of fountain by the wind drawn over,
tree that is firmly rooted and that dances,
turning course of a river that goes curving,
advances and retreats, goes roundabout,
arriving forever.

Excerpt from 'Sunstone'

Octavio Paz