Tranquil Light

Neither the pure land...nor hell ...exists outside oneself...

Both lie only within ones own heart....

Awakened to this...one is called ..The Buddha.

Deluded about  it, one is called ...an ordinary person?

One who embraces the Lotus Sutra...will realise...

Hell Itself ...is the land...of...Tranquil Light!!

Fire and Ice

Fire and Ice

Some say the world will end in fire,

Some say in ice.

From what I've tasted of desire I hold with those who favour fire.

But if it had to perish twice,

I think I know enough of hate...

To say that for destruction.... ice ..Is also great

And would suffice.

-Robert Frost

Interestingly, the two possibilities for the world’s destruction ... correspond directly to a common scientific debate during the time Frost wrote the poem.…
 Some scientists believed that the world would be incinerated from its fiery core,
while others were convinced that a coming ice age would destroy all living things on the earth’s surface. Instead of maintaining a strictly scientific perspective on this debate, Frost introduces a more emotional side, associating passionate desire with fire and hatred with ice. Within this metaphorical view of the two elements, the “world” can be recognised as a metaphor for a relationship. Too much fire and passion can quickly consume a relationship, while cold indifference and hate can be equally destructive.

Fragrance of Love

O Beauty....find thyself...in Love....

Not in the flattery of the mirror.---

.----Rabindranath Tagore

Sunset Sails

Crossing the Bar ..by Alfred Lord Tennyson

Sunset and evening star,  

And one clear call for me!

And may there be no moaning of the bar, 

 When I put out to sea,

,But such a tide as moving seems asleep,   

 Too full for sound and foam,

When that which drew from out the boundless deep  

  Turns again home.

Twilight and evening bell,

And after that the dark!

And may there be no sadness of farewell, 

   When I embark;

For tho' from out our bourne of Time and Place  

  The flood may bear me far,

I hope to see my Pilot face to face    When I have crosed  the bar.

misty mountains

Shadows of the Rising Sun

Sneak Peek...Of The Snow-peak

When I look at the snow peaks

  Something in me so speaks :

These white and lonely old men

       Sitting….since don’t know when…

    They look sadly at our world

          ( when fog does not make it blurred)

These peaks….they …well…put in me

            Thoughts of joy and fear….alternately

Sometimes I want to touch

     ….their beauty…..I swear is such

         Some other times…. I simply stare

                To go near …I cannot dare !

But one thing….I can clearly state

         These snow peaks…..they fascinate !!!

Textured  Painting made with  Acrylic paints  using Pallete knife on canvas....takes me to the  mountain land of  chill  air....COME  ALONG...ALL!!!